A thousand kilometers away from the original Penglai Sect's mountain archway.
One of the Sufferance-tier elites of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect shuddered, his face filled with disbelief as he muttered, "Brother Thousand Swords … has fallen?"
The spiritual mark that the Thousand Sword Daoist had left on him had vanished.
It meant complete death, with not even his Yuan Spirit remaining.
The seven Sufferance-tier elites all turned toward the Mahayana elite of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, only to find that he was looking into the distance with an even more shocked look on his face. It took him a long while to recover, and he appeared a little distracted as he quietly said, "The White Brows Daoist and his junior brother have fallen?"
His voice was soft, but it was more shocking than thunder in the ears of the seven Sufferance-tier elites. A Mahayana elite had fallen?
Since the great upheaval over two thousand years ago, the various immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemon cultivators had gone into seclusion. Even if there was the occasional conflict, it was only a small skirmish, and not even Sufferance-tier elites had died, let alone Mahayana elites … of course, those who died to heavenly retributions did not count.
Even if the few demonic prodigies born in the mundane world over the last two thousand years dominated the world, none of them had killed a Mahayana elite until they ascended.
"Ancestral Master …"
It was over a dozen seconds before one of the Sufferance-tier elites came to his senses and asked, "What should we do now?"
At the same time, the Mahayana elite of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect took out a communications jade charm and began to converse with someone. The look on his face was getting weirder, and there was a look of shock and worry between his brows.
Moments later.
Putting away the jade charm, he exclaimed in panic, "Return to the sect! Return to the sect at once!"
"The Penglai Sect has been wiped out. Their many elders, disciples, Sufferance-tier elites, and two Mahayana Ancestral Masters have all fallen."
The many Sufferance-tier elites of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were stunned. But before they could ask, the Mahayana Ancestral Master said seriously, enunciating every word, "Jiang He is the killer!"
… …
Martial Arts Department (MAD) headquarters, Jingdu City.
Along with the Bezoar Detox Pills and Amoxicillin Capsules that Jiang He had given him, Wang Hou finally refined all the Daemonic Qi in his body over the next seven days.
In the office.
Holding the thermos flask, Wang Hou took a sip and said proudly, "I really am the Son of Fortune. Not only did this Daemon Qi not hurt me, but it also turned out to be a blessing in disguise, allowing me to step into the advanced Void-tier. At this rate, I'll be able to reach Nirvana after two or three more times."
Beside him were Zhou Yu and several leaders of the MAD.
Among them was the divine-tier cultivator who had delivered the mutated rice and Mosquito Cutter to Jiang He the other day, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably … Minister Wang was a good person in every aspect, except for his tendency to brag in front of acquaintances.
That day when you came back from the Wanshou Palace in the Western Mountains, what did you look like?
Daemonic Qi entered your body and your face darkened. I was the one who helped you onto the bed, and if Jiang He hadn't asked me to bring you medicine, you might not even be alive now. Why are you bragging now?
Of course.
He could only think about it in his heart. He did not dare to say it out loud.
Taking a few more sips of tea, Wang Hou then cut to the chase, saying, "I've gathered everyone here today because I have something to tell you … now that the Hua Nation has stabilized, I want to use this time to go out and see if I could find some providence to improve myself as much as possible."
None of them were surprised.
Wang Hou had already revealed that idea before.
Moreover, Wang Hou was usually the kind of leader who didn't care about much in the MAD.
He was the one who made the decisions on important matters.
The kind that didn't bother him with trivial matters.
Zhou Yu thought about it and stood up as well, clearing his throat dryly. "Minister Wang, could I take some time off as well?"
"My Boundary of Wills is about to be perfected, and I want to seclude myself to ascend to divine-tier …"
Wang Hou chuckled. "I'll grant your leave. Old Zhou, it's been hard on you over the last few years … you would have reached divine-tier if you weren't burdened by the various matters of the MAD. There are still several treasures that strengthen willpower and spirit in the warehouse that I've approved, so you can collect them yourself later."
Delighted, Zhou Yu smiled. "I won't hold back, then."
The others all spoke up to congratulate Zhou Yu in advance, with someone even teasing him. "Deputy Zhou, you must treat us to a good meal after you ascend."
"Of course, of course."
There was peace and joy in the office.
That was when …
Bang!
The office door was slammed open.
It was a rank-eight martial artist.
He was the chief of intelligence at the MAD's headquarters in Jingdu City, and he appeared anxious as he barged in. "Minister Wang," he said, "bad news …"
Everyone's expression changed.
…
Three minutes later, a satellite image was sent to Wang Hou.
There was a colossal mushroom cloud in the image.
The mushroom cloud was rising over the ocean, kicking up massive waves and tsunamis.
The fiery light and mushroom cloud from the explosion obscured everything, making it impossible to see what was at the center of the explosion. Wang Hou contacted the military, and a military specialist said, "It must have been a hydrogen bomb … the yield is terrifying, and it would be at least 150 million tons!"
"This is the waters of the East Japan, but they should not have the ability to build hydrogen bombs!"
"Minister Wang, the general location of the explosion has been determined …" The intelligence department provided an accurate range that they had calculated based on latitude and longitude. Wang Hou stared at the report in his hand, his eyes twitching as he muttered, "This is …"
He was a little unsure, and so sought out Elder Lin.
Elder Lin soon gave a definite answer, though there was a weird look on his face as he said, "This is definitely the location of the Penglai Sect … could it be …"
Elder Lin's eyes widened as he stared at Wang Hou, a bold idea popping up in his mind. Still, he quickly rejected it and said, "It shouldn't be Jiang He. He should be at Lingzhou City, so why would he go to the Penglai Sect's mountain archway to drop a bomb?"
Wang Hou flashed a pained smile. "He's overseas!"
Elder Lin's entire body shuddered.
Jiang He was overseas?
He was definitely right, and he did have a conflict with the True Habitant of Nine Dragons of the Penglai Sect.
Whipping out his phone, Wang Hou dialed Jiang He's number, only to receive a 'temporarily unavailable' notification. Beside him, Three Blades Lin thought about it and said, "Minister Wang, I'll go overseas for a bit. I'm familiar with the Penglai Sect, so I could ask around."
Soon, Old Master Lin set off and flew overseas.
He knew the location of the mountain archway of the Penglai Sect, and even obtained a jade charm that allowed him to freely enter the array of the Penglai Sect. Later, he became utterly disappointed with the Penglai Sect after the Sky Demons descended, and he purposely crippled his mystic energy and cultivation, wiping away his legacy related to the Penglai Sect.
He arrived at the location of the Penglai Sect's mountain archway. The tidal waves had calmed by then, but the surface of the ocean was littered with broken mountain rocks and charred building debris. The most eye-catching of all was a stone tablet, upon which the words' Penglai 'were written in gold.
It was forged from special materials. While it appeared to be made of metal and immeasurably sturdy, it was actually very light and could float on water.
Lin Tianzheng's eyes tightened, and he could not help inhaling sharply!
He knew that stone tablet!
He had seen it both times he entered the Penglai Sect's Secret Realm, and it stood in front of the mountain archway of the Penglai Sect.
Aside from that, there were also some corpses beneath the surface of the ocean.
Lin Tianzheng's heart was pounding wildly and disbelief was written all over his face. Taking out the jade charm, he charged it and felt it a few times …
And yet, he sensed nothing.
"The Penglai Sect … is gone?"
"How could that be?"
"There's no telling how many elites there were in a secluded immortal sect that had thousands of years of history. How could a single hydrogen bomb wipe them out?"
Oh …
It was probably not a hydrogen bomb.
Hydrogen bombs carried radiation, but he did not feel it after coming here. According to Jiang He, it must have been a homecooked bomb he made himself.
So, the Penglai Sect was blown up by Jiang He's homecooked bomb?
Lin Tianzheng carefully searched the seas over several hundred kilometers but found no clues. He could not be sure if any of the Penglai Sect's elites had escaped, nor could he be sure if Jiang He was still alive.
Still, he was quite lucky to find a Spatial Ring. Aside from some spirit pellets, there was also a premium-grade soul item and several Penglai Sect cultivation manuals.
By nightfall, Lin Tianzheng had already returned to Jingdu City.
He told Wang Hou everything he had discovered.
Wang Hou could not help chuckling when he heard Lin Tianzheng say that he was not sure if Jiang He was still alive. "Don't worry. Good people don't live long, but scourges live for a thousand years. Even if you and I die, the brat would definitely be fine."
Lin Tianzheng appeared thoughtful, disagreeing with Wang Hou's statement that scourges live for a thousand years. The Hua Nation's current predicament was basically built by Jiang He alone, so how was that scourge?
Wang Hou scowled and said, "Elder Lin, I'm just giving an example. Why so serious?"
Meanwhile …
Jiang He was snoring away.
He had put his farm on an island and slept in the mansion inside the farm. He did not restrict Dumbo and the others' movements, allowing them to enter the farm as they pleased and played around.
Jiang He only woke up after sleeping for an entire day and night.
He left the farm and went outside to find dark clouds hanging overhead. Thunderbolts flashed amidst the clouds, and the two golden eagles were shrieking shrilly, their heads held high and staring at the clouds of retribution up in the skies, overflowing with fighting spirit.
"Four little heavenly retributions?"
"My eagles are weathering their retribution?"
Jiang He was not too surprised, however. Even as he stared at the clouds of retribution that were just around five kilometers in size …
It felt very weak.
Both golden eagles, on the other hand, had divine beast bloodlines. Moreover, the Blazing Violet-Golden Eagle was a mutated divine beast, which meant that it would not be a problem for it to handle the Four Little Heavenly Retribution of the Nine. Still, they allowed the thunderbolts to strike their bodies, using the heavenly retribution to refine their bodies and soon weathered it.
Pleased, Jiang He took out a huge pile of soul items with a flip of his hand, saying, "Now that you're both divine-tier and Daemon Pellet, you can use mystic treasures. These soul treasures are enough for you for now, so take one each."
Both Dumbo and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers had a share.
Having obtained the soul treasures, they were grinning from ear to ear.
Checking the time on his phone, Jiang He muttered, "Hmmm … it's the twenty-first already? I slept for a day and a night again? "
Time passed so quickly.
He had his two maids, cat, dog, two eagles, and the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers enter his farm, smiling. "Let's go home for now. I'll bring you out to play after I've dealt with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."
He flew swiftly with Royal Sword Flight.
Having reached full-fledged Sufferance, it was easy for Jiang He to fly at six times the speed of sound.
Soon …
He returned to Jinyintan Village in Lingzhou City. Just as he stepped into his yard, several cultivators hurried to him from behind, led by a middle-aged Daoist who carried a longsword over his back. His aura was powerful and did not lose out to the White Brows Daoist.
"Brother Jiang He …"
The Daoist was all smiles as he approached them, and quickly introduced himself when he saw the puzzled look on Jiang He's face. "I'm Jin Sidao of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Daoist title of the Dragon Abyss Swordmaster. Brother Jiang He, I've come today to offer my humble apologies on behalf of the descendants of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."
Even as he spoke, he bowed apologetically.
Behind him, the True Habitant of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and several Supreme Venerable Elders bowed as well.
Jiang He, who had been brimming with killing intent, felt a little embarrassed at the turn of events, and could not help saying, "I was going to ask about the mountain archway of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and then slaughter my way there to wipe you out. Now that you've done this, I don't even have an excuse to do so."
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