Chapter 55

“Don’t worry, Father. Jiang Yuxuan has only just advanced to Great Sage. I guarantee I can kill him in the most cruel way possible, as long as you can keep Jiang Yulu occupied. I’ll have no trouble killing Jiang Yuxuan.” Huang Sifang began wondering how best to torment him: should he tear out his tendons and flay him, or grind his bones to dust?

Jia Qing’s heart gave a jolt. She had known that Qin Keqing would be bold once she let go of her reservations, but she had never imagined she would be this bold.

Although I’d failed just now to take down either of them, at least knowing the key to it made things much easier. At last, I’d found my target.

Before long, the only people left here were Dongfang Yu and the other members of the Heavenly Moon Sect, along with Wang Fan.

Layer upon layer of water and mountain stretched into the distance. From among the countless peaks came the cries of dragons and tigers, adding an even more desolate air to this primeval forest.

Fortunately, Second Master stepped forward to take charge. He had to keep the restless atmosphere in the household under control while also receiving the lords and ladies from other houses who came to pay their respects.

Amid a fierce gale, a hundred-meter-long golden wyvern appeared before them. Its immense presence sent sand and gravel whirling through the air.

Purple-gold flames burned in his eyes. Golden divine fire surged from his eye sockets, streaming through the air like two fiery dragons.

Though he had no physical body and could not use the Ancient Demon Body, his Chaos Art was formidable. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was, to him, nothing but a bottomless well.

From above Tang Ming’s head, a huge demonic hand reached out of the hovering Hungry Ghost Realm, as if it could span the heavens, and seized the stone axe floating in midair.

After falling and scrambling back to his feet, Xiao Qingfeng was still shaken. Without the power of the spirits, he would already have lost to Ouyang Fan’s sword.

Ouyang Yue was diligently taking notes nearby, while Xu Qiu stood with his arms crossed, seemingly deep in thought.

The sword in Nian Xiu’s hand trembled incessantly. He turned his face to one side, raised the sword, and prepared to stab Guo Shangxian.

He rose, pressed his palms together in farewell, and, supported by a young Indian monk, returned to the monastery on the back hill.

“What on earth happened to that child, Dongze? Where has he gone? Why hasn’t he come back yet?” Auntie Huang said anxiously.

Qiao Jiayue was growing more and more capable, and the gap between them kept widening. Gradually, they were no longer people from the same world.

“Step back.” Qi San Ye had barely finished speaking when a tall man suddenly strode forward and placed himself in front of him.

It was the Dragon Boat Festival. Mother Qiao planned to make dinner especially lavish. Father Qiao hadn’t eaten at home at noon, and he’d gone to the commune that afternoon as well, which had taken a great deal of mental and physical effort.

In the cramped laboratory, many people were busy at work. The shelves on the tables held numerous test tubes and Petri dishes.

Before the fickle will of heaven, the affairs of family and country, and the people caught up in them, seemed so fragile. For the first time, I felt a despair so profound that I wanted to weep but could not.

“No problem.” As soon as she heard Wolf Fang say this, Qianqian abruptly stopped her attack.

Xie Junyang sneered. The force of this punch was enough to kill an ordinary disciple at the second level of the Qi Sea Realm. Tang Chen was no exception; he would surely fall beneath it.

Deng Liyuan, head of the Deng family, spoke. His voice carried a hint of authority, as though he meant to intimidate the other powers.

Zhang Yi led the others outside and nailed Tu Feiyuan to a wooden donkey. Someone pushed it along, its wheels creaking as the terrifying wooden spikes bobbed up and down, each movement drawing a piglike scream from Tu Feiyuan.

The masters in their respective crafts were certainly formidable, but when it came to business sense, they were not nearly as sharp. They failed to notice that the members of the trade association who heard those words did not look very pleased.

“Good. Let’s split up now and head to the other main cities to find the rest of our guild members. I bet plenty of them want to leave the guild just like I do.” Seeing how many people supported him, Captain Bingxin addressed them excitedly.

Then cries of surprise rang out all around. Everyone was talking about how their phones had suddenly stopped working. It wasn’t just the signal; it seemed the phones themselves had malfunctioned. They kept flickering, and all sorts of things were disappearing.

What was more, Ye Haoxuan had seized the initiative, so there was no doubt at all that he would take the two of them out in an instant.

Jiang Anyi felt a little awkward. The old man had brushed him off far too casually. Still, after all these days of talking, Old Wu’s attitude had been decent enough. Ordinary people didn’t care what surname the emperor bore; any emperor who could keep them fed and clothed was a good one.

Although the temperature was dropping sharply, Qin Ji and Hayumi were not bothered by the cold. They could use spiritual arts to control the temperature around them, so whatever the conditions outside, they remained unaffected.

“Who else would I look for? Oh, and there’s something I need to tell you. Don’t kill anyone while you’re in City B. After I get there, just follow me from a distance. Try not to approach me unless you have to,” I said.

Qin Ming didn’t care about any of that. He’d already hit him, so why should he be afraid of Yu Jintian taking revenge? But he knew the director meant well, and he couldn’t let his own actions affect the entire crew.

“Excellent.” Li Shicheng sat down, looking pleased with himself, but didn’t hurry to speak. He downed three cups of water in a row, somehow managing to make it look rather impressive.

Chen Lin didn’t have to wait long before the door opened. Yiyun’s face appeared, her hair tousled and her expression still sleepy.

The Ninefold Gate of Separation—crystal clouds made tangible, the Great Way put into practice. Beyond the gate, dazzling, mysterious light filled every direction. It was the result of crystal energy meeting stone walls: the crystal energy let light through, while the stone came alive again, creating an unparalleled ancient wonder.

Feeling how little spiritual power remained within him, Yun Chen pondered for a moment. Suddenly, an idea struck him. A force of suction arose from his palm and pulled directly at the enormous spirit stone above his head.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Before Zhou Mutian could take a closer look at the teleportation array, someone nearby shouted at him.

Hearing Huang Shang’s words, Cheng Xin felt a little unhappy. She knew Cheng Gang had only thought of starting a record division after seeing her Helen achieve some success. At first, she had planned to refuse him outright.

She hadn’t expected the plan to work so well. Who knew what kind of spell Su Yuling had put on Chen Kaiyuan to talk the big fool into this?