The hand was several hundred meters long and had five fingers clasped together. Daemonic Qi churned over it as it pressed down from the skies.
Three Blades Lin was stunned.
His aura was locked on by the hand and he could not evade at all.
As for resistance?
Resist my a * s! Before that huge hand even landed, the power it carried caused the ground around him to cave in, forming a huge palm print. If it wasn't for the fact that he had some ability, he would have been pressed into the mountain rocks.
There was a flash of despair in Three Blades Lin's eyes.
Escape was not an option, and fight was not an option. All he could do now was outsmart it!
Three Blades Lin reared his head and bellowed, "Senior, my gramps is a disciple of the overseas Penglai Sect …"
Boom!
The air rumbled.
The hand paused three feet above Three Blades Lin's head, stirring a gale that engulfed every direction and stirred a violent gale over a thousand meters. Snow swirled, and there was no telling how many ancient trees were broken and toppled.
Three Blades Lin was left dumbstruck. His eyes glazed over, his body drenched in sweat, and even his breathing became suffocating.
In that split second, he really felt the scent of death.
It was over a dozen seconds later that Three Blades Lin came to his senses, panting heavily with a rather pale complexion.
He raised his head with great difficulty, but above his head was the gigantic demonic aura hand that was hundreds of meters wide. He couldn't see the scenery above the demonic aura hand at all.
Whoosh!
Nearby, a figure was shooting toward them. It was none other than Pei Donglai, a military elite stationed at Jiangnan City Base.
Pei Donglai was a champion of the blade as well, and had a deep connection with Three Blades Lin. He was a disciple of Three Blades Lin's father, and had trained in blade techniques under him.
However, Three Blades Lin's father never reached divine-tier, and had been dead for some years.
Blade in hand, Pei Donglai stood beside Three Blades Lin and communicated through acoustics, "Brother, don't be rash. It's probably an ancient daemon champion, and I've already informed my grandmaster and Minister Wang. Let's wait for them."
Three Blades Lin was speechless.
Rash, my foot.
Can't you see that I'm not even breathing loudly right now?
Beside him, the Scarlet Fox King was shrieking shrilly, "Elder, kill him, kill him …"
A killing intent emanated from the skies.
Three Blades Lin keenly caught the hint of killing intent and seethed, "Are you really going to interfere, senior?"
"Oh my god …"
A sneer came from the sky. "Human junior, do you really think I'm a fool?"
Crash.
The gigantic demonic aura palm dissipated.
In the sky, a linen-clothed old man stepped on the void and walked over.
His figure was slightly stooped, and he had pointy ears. A fluffy fox tail hung on his back. As he walked, the fluffy tail swayed behind him. It looked very strange.
He descended from the skies and landed in front of the Scarlet Fox King, taking out a pitch-black medicinal pellet and handing it to the Scarlet Fox King. Only then did he turn to Three Blades Lin and flatly say, "If your gramps is really from the Penglai Sect, why didn't you cultivate immortal arts?"
"I don't sense any magic power ripples in your body."
Lin Tianzheng had mentioned before that the heritage site he had entered was left behind by the Penglai Sect, but he did not mention what immortal arts or Daoist arts he had cultivated in the Penglai Sect. He only mentioned that he had sworn an oath before accepting their legacies.
Three Blades Lin suddenly had an idea and borrowed the name of the Penglai Sect, believing that he had stunned the old man. He never imagined that he would become suspicious, and so he promptly thought of something and laughed coldly. "My gramps is my gramps, and I am me. Why would I learn those dogsh * t immortal arts?"
He could only make up a story now.
Every minute he could buy was a minute, and he would learn from his memory when the old man and Minister Wang arrived.
"I, Lin Tianzheng, have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, training in winter and summer to reach my current accomplishments … I'm not willing to give up on martial arts to learn immortal arts!"
Three Blades Lin was laughing coldly, his cowardice from before vanishing instantly. Even his gaze changed, and he was talking and laughing … with a mysterious heroic spirit!
The Scarlet Fox King had recovered considerably by then, and opened its mouth to swallow the three-floored tower over its head into its belly before pointing at Three Blades Lin and yelling, "Elder, kill him! He's an elite of the Hua Nation, and his grandfather is a martial arts elite as well, so there's no way he's a disciple of the Penglai Sect … no one in the entire Hua Nation has inherited an immortal art or Daoist legacy!"
"Noisy!"
Three Blades Lin barked, leveling a glare at the Scarlet Fox King and barked, "You useless thing! Say another word, and I'll cut off your dog head with three slashes!"
"I'm giving face to your Elder by not killing you. Do you really think you're somebody?"
The Scarlet Fox King was dumbstruck.
The Scarlet Fox King, whose entire body was scarlet as if flames were burning around it, was left dumbstruck just then.
Was that …
Was that for real?
Was the Blade King's gramps really that disciple of the Penglai Sect that the Elder Ancestor was a little wary of?
The Scarlet Fox King was dumbstruck.
Pei Donglai was a little taken aback as well.
He glanced at Three Blades Lin in surprise and communicated through acoustics, "Is that for real, brother?"
"Nonsense, of course it's for real!"
Three Blades Lin was speechless, and he replied through acoustics, "The old man has definitely inherited some legacies of the Penglai Sect …"
"I know that, but I'm talking about you refusing the patriarch to teach you immortal arts …"
Three Blades Lin: "…"
What the hell.
Since when did the old man teach me immortal arts?
I do want to learn, but the old man keeps saying that he swore an oath … what a stubborn old man. I'm different, though — swearing an oath is no different from drinking cold water to me.
As for the part about not wanting to cultivate immortal arts … it was clearly a bluff.
How was he supposed to stall until the old man and Minister Wang arrived if he didn't bluff?
The old ancient daemon cultivator's killing intent abruptly flared when he saw Three Blades Lin berating the Scarlet Fox King, but he slowly withdrew it and sneered, "Young human, you have some guts to be so cocky in front of me … you're the first."
Three Blades Lin smiled but said nothing.
Guts?
I might act all heroic on the surface, but I'm actually scared to death inwardly. As for being cocky … is that even considered cocky?
You probably haven't met anyone more cocky.
If Wang Hou was here, he would definitely spill his dominance and start a fight at the slightest disagreement.
But if it was Jiang He …
He wouldn't even be bothered to talk to you, and would just raise his sword to cut you down.
He said nothing, and so did the old daemon cultivator. Even so, the faint aura emanating from his body was tightly locked onto Pei Donglai and Three Blades Lin, preventing them from moving recklessly.
Around half an hour later, a blade light cut through the air.
Three Blades Lin was the first to arrive.
He descended from the skies and landed in front of Three Blades Lin, his expression twitching as he looked at the old man and offered him a fist-palm salute. "I am Lin Tianzheng, a registered disciple of the True Habitant of Nine Dragons of the Penglai Sect. Greetings, senior."
The old man frowned.
He had already ascertained Lin Tianzheng's identity.
Since he was able to utter the Daoist name of "Daoist Master of Nine Dragons", he naturally couldn't be faking it … Even though being an in-name disciple didn't mean much, and this person's martial cultivation was barely passable, his Immortal cultivation hadn't even reached the Golden Core stage.
Be that as it may, the Penglai Sect had sealed itself off from the world for over two thousand years. Now that they had recruited a registered disciple from outside, there would definitely be something special about him.
Whoosh!
That was when Wang Hou arrived as well.
Wang Hou descended from the skies, combat blade in hand and killing intent surging from his body. Frowning at the old man, he said, "A spirit clone?"
"No, no … isn't this the Yuan Spirit clone that kid Jiang He mentioned?"
With Wang Hou's vision, he could naturally tell that the aura emanating from the old man's Yuan Spirit clone was stronger than his own, but he showed no fear at all. Offering a fist-palm salute, he flatly asked, "Are you an ancient daemon cultivator, senior?"
"If you are, why would you interfere in this matter?"
The old man turned towards Wang Hou in surprise.
He had a special Qi Viewing technique, and he could tell from a single glance that Wang Hou's body was brimming with killing intent …
Curiously, however, there was also a profound aura of Righteousness within it.
More importantly, Wang Hou's "luck" was so strong that it was almost unimaginable.
He had wanted to subjugate the people before him with a flip of his hand to teach them a lesson, but now changed his mind.
As for the foxes …
They had always stood aloof from worldly affairs.
That was the case two thousand years ago, and it would be the same now that Qi had returned and Dao had reappeared.
Pointing at the Scarlet Fox King, the old man said, "This old man has no intention of interfering with worldly affairs, but this Scarlet Fox is a disciple of my clan. I could not bear to see it die by the blades of you humans, which is why I saved it. Please forgive me if I have offended you in any way."
Lin Tianzheng's gaze twitched.
Inwardly, he was a little surprised.
The foxes …
He had read from the records in the heritage site that the foxes were aloof from worldly affairs, but that did not mean they were weak.
He had just mentioned that he was a registered disciple of the Penglai Sect's True Habitant of Nine Dragons, but the old man did not even look at him directly. Now, however, he appeared to value Wang Hou a little, even lowering himself.
Wang Hou did not mind that attitude at all. Frowning, he turned towards the old man and asked, "Elder, are you saying … that you want to protect the Scarlet Fox King?"
The old man nodded and offered him a fist-palm salute. "Brother, please give us foxes some face."
Ignoring the old man, Wang Hou turned towards Lin Tianzheng and asked, "Elder Lin, how powerful is this Yuan Spirit clone?"
He did not use acoustics.
Wang Hou was not bothered to use such face-to-face acoustics.
Lin Tianzheng thought about it and replied, "A Yuan Spirit clone would probably have the ability of a Yuan Spirit … which is equivalent to Zero Void in martial arts."
"Of course, daemonic cultivators have many tricks up their sleeves, and might be a little stronger than martial artists of the same tier."
"Bullshit!"
Wang Hou barked, before sneering. "Immortal arts are stronger than martial arts? Not necessarily. If I could reach Zero Void, I would definitely be able to blow up that Yuan Spirit or whatever cultivator. "
As he spoke, he turned towards the old fox and flatly said, "Even a single clone of yours is stronger than me. You can certainly protect the Scarlet Fox King if you want to."
"Let's go!"
Whoosh!
Wang Hou took to the skies.
Lin Tianzheng sighed and followed Wang Hou.
Pei Donglai took to the skies as well without a word. Three Blades Lin, however, did a double take and shouted, "Minister Wang, the Scarlet Fox King has over two hundred thousand lives on its hands. Are we just going to let it go?"
Wang Hou had already flown over a dozen miles when he laughed out loud, his voice echoing over Mount Changbai like thunder. "So what if we don't let it go if we can't kill it?"
"But even if we can't kill it now, it doesn't mean we can't kill it in the future."
"I'll let these demons and ghosts run wild for a few days!"
"If I don't die, I'll settle the score with them one by one."
Three Blades Lin laughed out loud at those words, feeling refreshed and his previous suffocation swept away. His entire body relaxed, he took to the skies and followed Wang Hou.
Mount Changbai.
On the snowy ground.
The Scarlet Fox King watched as Wang Hou and the others left, laughing coldly. "A bunch of trash, and you think you can kill me?"
Pow!
Before it could finish its sentence, it was smacked to the ground by the Fox Clan's elder's palm.
"Elder …"
The Scarlet Fox King was stunned, but the Elder Fox growled, "We foxes have always stood aloof from worldly affairs, and yet you've slaughtered over two hundred thousand mortals? That's a great karmic sin. "
Sigh!
The Elder Fox breathed a long sigh.
He stared at the direction Wang Hou had left for a long while before reaching out to grab the Scarlet Fox King and vanished in a flash.
He would have left the useless Scarlet Fox King alone if he had known.
Now that he had made a move, he naturally would not hand over the Scarlet Fox King for the sake of their pride … after all, the Scarlet Fox King's bloodline was extraordinary, and it was a descendant of a superior foxes.
Otherwise, it would not have grown to its scarlet form with wings on its back.
… …
Damn it!
Having flown over a hundred miles, Wang Hou was getting angrier the more he thought about it, and with a sudden swing of his blade, he cut off the top of a mountain below.
It was so frustrating!
Given his personality, he would have killed anyone he disagreed with in the past. He had never felt so frustrated before.
After he entered the Void-level, he was hailed as the Hua Nation's Number One … while the title was not very convincing, it still sounded good to him, right?
Who would have thought that all sorts of monsters would appear in the blink of an eye?
His title as the Hua Nation's Number One was nothing!
Strength …
If he had not just entered the Void-level, but was instead at the Unraveling Realm or even stronger, why would he have to give face to the Elder Fox?
He could have just killed the Scarlet Fox King on the spot, and if the Elder Fox dared to stop him, he could have just destroyed his Yuan Spirit clone as well!
"My current level of cultivation is no longer enough … I have to cultivate in seclusion for a while!"
"No, cultivating in seclusion is too slow. I have to go out and look for fortuitous encounters …"
Wang Hou thought.
Looking for fortuitous encounters was as difficult as ascending to the heavens for others, and they might not encounter one in their entire lives. But Wang Hou …
He had experience.
He was just in his forties, but his cultivation did not lose out to Lin Tianzheng, Dong Haichuan, or Yang Luchan, who were over two hundred years old. What did he rely on?
Family background? Sect?
Wang Hou did not have any.
Before the Revival of Qi, Wang Hou was an average government official who simply loved martial arts.
The martial arts he cultivated were neither passed down in his family nor taught by a master … he had picked it up.
He had picked it up in the mountains when he was traveling.
Then, a dozen years ago, when signs of the Revival of Qi appeared in the deep mountains and ancient forests across the world, Wang Hou's fortuitous encounters became even more exaggerated.
He could find rare treasures and floral spirits that were born at the beginning of the Revival of Qi with a simple trip out.
He could find heritage sites and obtain legacies just by going for a stroll in the mountains.
Wang Hou was not lying when he said that he had inherited seven legacies from the ruins all by himself.
If someone like him was in a novel, he would definitely have the template of a main character, a wall hanger.
…
Meanwhile.
Jinyintan Village.
In Jiang He's farm.
Having harvested the third batch of Doom Shrooms, Jiang He arrived before the stamen of a huge lotus flower.
Boa Hancock was' hanging 'at the center of the stamen …
It had matured.
It could be plucked.
(PS: Requesting monthly votes and recommendation votes. Although it's two in one, I've decided to add a chapter today … it'll be a little late.)
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