This was intolerable! This was intolerable!
Furious, Jiang He's killing intent overflowed.
Wang Hou pointed the way, and he used Instant Shift. His body flashed, and he landed on a withered planet.
The planet resembled Mars, though it was slightly larger and filled with yellow sand and reddish-brown rocks, devoid of life.
Jiang He withdrew his aura a little, keeping it equal to the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist's.
He was afraid that if he fully unleashed his aura, he would scare away the murderous Golden Immortal of unknown origin.
But if he withdrew his aura completely …
That would not be appropriate.
Would it not be awkward if that fellow did not notice him?
Moreover, if he withdrew his aura completely, it would be an ambush if he suddenly attacked. Though Jiang He did not think that there was anything wrong with that, why would he need to do so if he could kill him openly?
Hence, Jiang He stood proudly atop the highest peak of the dead planet.
"He's here, Jiang He!"
"He's less than a hundred million kilometers away from you …"
"He's here!"
Wang Hou's voice paused just as he spoke through the Star Map. "This Golden Immortal seems to be adept at spatial shifting, and a single shift would cover a hundred million kilometers …"
Ooom!
As Wang Hou transmitted his voice, the air trembled.
The white-haired old Golden Immortal Fox Daemon walked out of the void.
Two streaks of radiance burst out of his turbid eyes as he stared at the distant planet where Jiang He was. His killing intent did not withdraw, but thickened instead as he asked somberly, "Who might you be, sir?"
Thoughts were racing in the old Daoist Fox's mind.
A human?
He could sense a human's aura, but he was not necessarily human.
He was clearly a Golden Immortal as well, and there were only a handful of Golden Immortals who returned to the homeworld from the celestial battlefield. While the old Daoist Fox did not know all of them, he could at least identify their auras. Still, he did not know this one, and was most likely a scout of the Hundred Races Alliance.
Jiang He, on the other hand, did a double take and frowned. "You're not a Golden Immortal of the Hundred Races Alliance?"
But before the old Daoist Fox could say anything, Jiang He added, "The Green Hill Foxes?"
The old Daoist Fox nodded, but there was confusion in his eyes. Could this person not be a scout of the Hundred Races Alliance?
He immediately asked, "Who are you?"
Jiang He leapt off the mountain peak with a whoosh and leapt into outer space, killing intent bursting from his body as he stared tightly at the old Daemon Fox. Instead of answering, he asked, "Did the Green Hill Foxes only send you back?"
"Why have you returned to the Ancestral Star?"
At this point, a thought flashed through the old fox demon's mind. He had already made a judgment.
In a flash, he pulled away from Jiang He and asked somberly, "Are you that Heavenly Immortal human? No, that's not right. You are not a Heavenly Immortal. You are hiding your strength. Otherwise, how could a Heavenly Immortal kill a Gold Immortal? "
The killing intent on his body intensified.
With a wave of his hand, a Grotto-heaven treasure appeared in the starry sky.
Five Gold Immortals flew out from the grotto-heaven magic treasure, followed by a hundred True Immortals and a thousand Heaven Immortals.
His divine mind had already seeped into the grotto-heaven when he took it out, communicating with his clansmen inside. Right now, all five of them were flying up to the old Daoist Fox, cutting off every path of retreat for Jiang He.
The hundred True Immortals assumed a combat formation, bursting with the might of Golden Immortals.
Even the thousand Heavenly Immortals were not standing idly. Just as they flew out of the grotto-heaven, each of them invoked a mystic treasure. The mystic treasures appeared to be a set, resonating with immortal strength between them to form an inescapable net that sealed the dimensions within dozens of thousands of miles.
Jiang He did a double take, and could not help laughing.
What were they doing?
Were they afraid that he would run?
The old Daoist Fox barked furiously, "Golden Immortal human, why would you destroy the legacies the Green Hill Foxes left on the homeworld?"
The other Daoist Foxes were beside themselves in rage as well.
In truth, they had yet to understand why the Green Hill Foxes on the homeworld were wiped out.
Since their grudge was already irreconcilable, Jiang He could not be bothered to explain things to them. Sneering, he said, "Your juniors tried to kill me but were not strong enough. Naturally, I had to destroy them. Or are you trying to keep them alive for fish?"
"Kill!"
Now that things had come to this, it was useless to say anything else.
The old Daemon Fox bellowed, his hunched form straightening. Immortal Qi and Daemon Qi interweaved around his body, and the aura of a peak Golden Immortal instantly burst out, pressing down on Jiang He.
With a wave of his hand, the staff in his hand shone with immortal radiance and abruptly took to the air, turning into a thousand-feet long python that lunged at Jiang He as if it had a mind of its own.
He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood-colored Daemonic Qi, charging towards Jiang He alongside the python.
That blood-colored Demonic Qi was not real Demonic Qi, but the manifestation of a Spiritual Treasure.
Taking a closer look, there was a blood-colored dagger in the demonic aura.
This dagger exuded a terrifying aura that caused one's heart to palpitate. Impressively, it was a middle-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure.
The other five Golden Immortal Foxes all attacked as well, invoking their godly techniques and mystic treasures as they charged towards Jiang He.
Jiang He laughed out loud, no longer hiding his aura. With the Strengthened Mutant Pepper's tripled combat ability, Jiang He's aura surged, and he tore the python apart with a single swing of his sword.
He did not care about the blood-colored dagger at all, and simply invoked the Primordial Bell, its silhouette shielding him and blocking the dagger as well as the other Golden Immortal Foxes' attacks.
"The Primordial Bell!"
One of the Golden Immortals cried out in surprise.
"No … the Primordial Bell is merely an inferior-grade acquired soul treasure. Although this bell is identical to the Primordial Bell, it is a mediocre-grade acquired soul treasure …" one of the Golden Immortal Foxes exclaimed in surprise.
Snikt!
A dull thud could be heard even as he spoke.
He looked down to find that a sword flickering in golden radiance had pierced his chest.
Snikt!
In the next instant, a frightening sword radiance erupted from the blade, consuming the Daemon Fox.
Kaboom!
The Golden Immortal Dao floated in the air before collapsing.
"No!"
The closest Golden Immortal Fox charged towards Jiang He, sword in hand, his eyes bloodshot as he cried out, "Fourth Brother … no, the dimensions here are sealed. How could you cast spatial shifting?"
Jiang He cut down the Golden Immortal Fox with two swings of his sword, and another Golden Immortal Dao collapsed in outer space.
Without a word, he charged towards the next Golden Immortal Fox. There was a flash of fear in the Golden Immortal Fox's eyes, and he promptly retreated, regrouping with the other four Golden Immortal Foxes.
"Impossible!"
"That's impossible … Grand Luo! That's the power of a Grand Luo!"
The Golden Immortal Foxes conversed with their immortal will, with one of them screaming hysterically, "What's going on, Brother? Didn't they say that the human was merely a Heavenly Immortal? Why would he be a Grand Luo? "
"He's not a Grand Luo!"
The white-haired old Daemon Fox growled. "He's still a Golden Immortal, but his combat ability could match a Grand Luo … moreover, he could easily kill Fourth and Sixth Brother, which means he's probably more powerful than your average Grand Luo!"
"…"
Isn't this bullsh * t?
The Golden Immortal Foxes were almost going mad.
After all, Jiang He had already charged towards the True Immortals even as they conversed with their immortal will.
With his current ability, it was a one-sided domination against True Immortals. With a single swing of his sword, the battle formation of a hundred True Immortals crumbled instantly, with a dozen weaker True Immortals having their Immortal Dao broken and their immortal bodies blown up at once.
With a second swing, the hundred Golden Immortals all vomited blood, with over eighty True Immortals killed.
The remaining dozen True Immortals tried to flee, but were cut down by Jiang He's Thunder Sword Qi from the distance.
"Let's go!"
The four Golden Immortals traded glances, and the old Daemon Fox growled, "We'll split up!"
And yet …
It was too late.
Even as he spoke and before he could flee, Jiang He teleported and appeared beside him, stabbing his sword at his head. The old Golden Immortal was quite impressive, invoking his blood-hued daemonic blade to block all six of Jiang He's sword slashes.
Unfortunately …
Even Modolo and the White Sky God King were beaten by Jiang He like they were his grandchildren.
The reason they could survive Jiang He's attack was because their equipment was too good. Aside from their acquired soul armor, they also had the divine energies and Demonic Qi left behind by the Demon Ancestor and the Lord God to protect their psyche.
As for the old Daemon Fox, aside from his mediocre-grade acquired soul saber, his defensive armor was merely a premium-grade immortal item.
After six slashes, the armor was shattered.
The old Daemon Fox coughed blood, his eyes turbid. His body swayed, and he could not even stand stably.
After all, Jiang He's Secret Art of Chaos Thundersword contained a Yuan Spirit attack.
Aside from attacking his physical defenses, the six slashes just now were equivalent to six secret Yuan Spirit techniques bombarding his psyche. Right now, his physical wounds were not too severe, but his Yuan Spirit was maimed and almost crumbled.
Snikt.
Jiang He swung his sword again.
Kaboom!
A Golden Immortal Dao appeared and crumbled.
Nonchalantly putting away the corpse, Jiang He caught up to the fourth Golden Immortal Fox in a flash, cutting it down with two slashes.
In another flash, he cast teleportation to give chase. Jiang He caught up to the fifth Golden Immortal Fox, who had already moved over several dozen thousand kilometers away. However, the Golden Immortal Fox had a backbone, and roared in rage, "Golden Immortal human …"
"The Green Hill Foxes will not rest until you are dead!"
A Golden Immortal Dao appeared in front of Jiang He and promptly exploded.
The Golden Immortal Fox's immortal body instantly combusted and blew up.
The violent power of the explosion drowned Jiang He. Even with the protection of the Primordial Bell, Jiang He was still blasted into a daze. Blood spurted from his mouth, and his body was sent flying by the shockwave of the explosion. He only stopped after flying for hundreds of kilometers, and who knew how many of his bones were broken.
Damn it!
Jiang He cursed inwardly, and quickly took out a lunchbox with stir-fried eggplant over beef to eat.
That bastard actually blew himself up.
Blowing up his Golden Immortal Dao, physique, and psyche.
"Damn it …"
Jiang He chewed on the stir-fried eggplant over meat … and had a few mouthfuls of rice.
Others aside …
It had been a long time since he had a lunchbox. It was quite nostalgic.
He looked up into the distance.
The sixth Golden Immortal Fox was nowhere to be seen.
The Golden Immortal's self-destruction did not threaten Jiang He too much, merely breaking a dozen of his bones and leaving his organs bleeding. With Jiang He's current physique and qi, such injuries could be healed in half a day, not to mention he had the 'eggplant lunchbox'.
The only problem was that the Golden Immortal Fox's self-destruction had collapsed the space over five thousand kilometers around him.
The faint spatial ripple that the sixth Golden Immortal Fox had left behind as he fled was completely concealed. There was no telling how many thousands of kilometers he had run, and it would be very troublesome to track him.
Since he could not catch up …
He would not give chase.
He had a grudge against the Green Hill Foxes anyway. Would he be afraid that he would run back and complain?
Jiang He ate his lunchbox while looking at the Heavenly Immortal Foxes in the distance.
The battle just now was not too intense, and the shockwaves that spread out were not much. It merely killed or injured over a hundred Heavenly Immortal Foxes, and the remaining Heavenly Immortal Foxes were all fleeing as if they had gone mad.
Jiang He invoked the Golden Radiance Sword, and thunderous sword light erupted in outer space, veins of sword radiance intertwining …
Drowning the many Heavenly Immortals who were fleeing.
On the moon.
Wang Hou, who was communicating with the Star Map to investigate what was going on, felt his mouth twitch.
That …
Was too funny.
Eating a lunchbox in the middle of a fight? What kind of supernatural operation was that?
Wang Hou was surprised that Jiang He was cutting down Golden Immortals as if they were vegetables, but he was not too shocked … after all, he alone had cut down over eighty Golden Immortals of the Hundred Races Alliance. Six Golden Immortal Foxes were not even worth mentioning. Book of Wonders
Veins of Dao emanated from his body. Through the Star Map, Wang Hou soon located the Golden Immortal Fox who was burning his own blood and essence to flee through the boundless outer space, and spoke to Jiang He through the power of the Star Map, saying, "Jiang He, I've tracked the Golden Immortal Fox's location. He's at your nine o 'clock, around six hundred thousand kilometers away. I'll use the power of the Star Map to suppress him for a while, so hurry up and kill him."
Eh?
Jiang He blinked.
Right.
There was still Wang Hou.
He had forgotten about that guy. Promptly putting away his lunchbox, he disappeared in a flash and reappeared six hundred thousand kilometers away.
There, a blood radiance was frozen in the air as if frozen.
That blood radiance was the sixth Golden Immortal Fox who had fled.
He had ignited his Blood Essence to execute an extremely impressive escape technique, which was why he was able to escape such a great distance in such a short period of time.
Jiang He arrived beside him.
He found that the Golden Immortal Fox was bleeding all over within the blood radiance, and his body was struggling violently. Even so, there seemed to be a formless Dao restraining him, preventing him from moving at all.
Gasp!
Jiang He inhaled sharply.
Wang Hou …
Wasn't that too awesome?
No, it was the Star Map.
What grade of paragon treasure was that Star Map?
A premium-grade acquired soul treasure?
Leaving aside the fact that it could monitor the entire Milky Way, it possessed such frightening power, and that was even before Wang Hou fully grasped the power of the Star Map.
Jiang He guessed that if Wang Hou could charge the full power of the Star Map, he would be able to kill Golden Immortals from afar.
"No … that Star Map is definitely not a premium-grade acquired soul treasure!"
"Modolo and the White Sky God King both had treasures of this level, but none of them possessed such frightening power … could the Star Map be an innate paragon treasure?"
Jiang He was a little excited.
An innate paragon treasure of legends …
Would he not be rich if he could get his hands on it?
Still, he decided to forget it after some thought.
Moreover, it was unlikely that the Star Map was an innate paragon treasure, since the various immortal sects had talked about forging Kindred Spirits and forging Star Maps.
"Jiang He!"
On the moon.
Wang Hou was sitting cross-legged, his face pale and blood leaking out of the corner of his mouth as he roared, "What are you doing? Kill him, I can't hold on … blargh! "
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
On the other side, the restraints on the Golden Immortal Fox's body suddenly vanished. A look of hope appeared in his eyes, and he fled again.
Jiang He arrived before him in a flash and kicked him over five hundred kilometers away, before cutting him down with two slashes.
Putting away the corpse, Jiang He chuckled, "Done and done … hold on, where am I now, Minister Wang? How am I supposed to get back without the Star Map? "
"Minister Wang …"
"Are you listening, Minister Wang?"
Jiang He could not help becoming worried when he saw no response from Wang Hou even after calling him for half a day. "Oh no, I think I heard Minister Wang vomiting blood just now. Could he have died from the Star Map's backlash?"
"If that's the case … doesn't that mean I have the chance to control the Star Map?"
"Cough, cough ~!"
A feeble cough echoed beside Jiang He's ears as Wang Hou lay on the moon, saying weakly, "I'll give it to you if you want it. Why are you looking forward to my death?"
Haha!
Jiang He laughed out loud and said, "I'm just joking. Moreover, why would I want such trash?"
"I, Jiang He, am a grandmaster of item refinement. What mystic treasure would I not craft?"
Jiang He returned to the battlefield and collected all the True Immortal corpses and treasures, as well as the Spatial Rings and mystic treasures of the Heavenly Immortals and sighed, "I'll have to bring that dog Dumbo along if something like this happens again, since it's beneath my dignity to clean up the battlefield myself."
Jiang He returned after he was done looting the battlefield.
Still …
Wang Hou did not say a word again.
It was fortunate that Jiang He could recognize the general direction even if he did not bring the Star Map. Moreover, he could vaguely sense the presence of his Farm, and he soon returned to the solar system.
He did not return directly to Earth, and instead went to the moon.
And then …
He found that Wang Hou had fainted.
There was even a puddle of blood beside him.
Jiang He could not help laughing.
That fellow …
Did he overuse his spirit by forcefully invoking the Star Map?
Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "And here I was thinking that something bad had happened. It's just a mental exhaustion, nothing serious. He would probably recover after a nap."
Picking up Wang Hou with a single hand, he teleported to the Martial Arts Department (MAD) of Jingdu City.
"Tut, tut."
"Using teleportation to travel is really convenient. Otherwise, it would take me at least minutes to fly from the moon back to Earth physically." Jiang He did not hide himself.
He had appeared at the Martial Arts Department (MAD)'s arena.
There were people coming and going here.
Jiang He's sudden appearance naturally drew attention.
One of the martial artists was gaping at Jiang He.
It was a young martial artist who was not an employee of the Martial Arts Department (MAD) and appeared to be here for some assessment. He stared at Jiang He for three seconds, a look of disbelief appearing on his face as he rubbed his eyes with his fists and blinked hard.
"Jiang … Jiang He?"
The young martial artist exclaimed in surprise.
Jiang He smiled and nodded. "It's me."
"It's really you?"
The young martial artist almost jumped up in excitement and exclaimed, "I'm a loyal fan of yours, Mister Jiang He. I've learned everything about you, and I've read Master Cheng's magnum opus ten times …"
Everyone nearby quickly crowded around him at that.
Wang Hou had already woken up.
He quietly opened his eyes to look around, and his face promptly turned green.
What the hell!
So many people?
Most importantly, he was being carried by Jiang He with a single hand …
Who do you think I am?
The minister and highest authority of the MAD, a titan of the Hua Nation, and a pillar of stability … where would he hide his face if word of this got out?
It was fortunate that everyone's attention was drawn to Jiang He, and did not notice him in Jiang He's hand just yet.
Whoosh!
In a flash, Wang Hou freed himself from Jiang He's hand and instantly disappeared into an afterimage.
Surprised, Jiang He looked around, while Wang Hou communicated to him through acoustics, "Jiang He, I still have something to do, so I'll be leaving first. Remember … don't say a word about what happened just now."
Jiang He was speechless.
Running away, just like that?
I brought you back from the moon out of goodwill, but you left without even greeting me or offering to buy me a drink … Fine. Considering that Wang Hou's spirit was too damaged and in need of sleep to recover, Jiang He decided not to bicker with him, and instead smiled as he greeted the people who were crowding around him.
The young martial artist who first noticed Jiang He had found a pen and a book out of nowhere, and there was a fanatical look in his eyes as he asked, "Mister Jiang, could you give me an autograph?"
"No problem."
Jiang He accepted the pen and book, smiling amiably.
However, when his gaze landed on the cover of the book in his hand, his expression changed greatly, and his hand trembled …
He threw the book away.
What the hell!
What the hell!
What the hell!!!
Jiang He was stunned.
Only then did he remember that the young man had mentioned something about his work, and that he had read it ten times.
Could it be … that someone had written a book for him?
But why was the title of the book 'My Days Together with Jiang He'????
Many names promptly appeared in Jiang He's mind … could this book have been made up by that dog?
Someone actually dared to spend money on me?
Jiang He scowled and lowered his head. Even as he picked up the book, he suddenly remembered that the young man had mentioned the name 'Master Cheng' just now.
Could it be that dog, Cheng Dongfeng?
His gaze shifting, Jiang He turned towards the book's cover.
Aside from the title of the book, 'My Days with Jiang He', there were also the words' Written by Jasmine Flowers' at the bottom corner.
"Jasmine … that's a pen name, isn't it? Such a feminine pen name … Master Cheng? Could I have misunderstood Cheng Dongfeng? " As the thought crossed his mind, Jiang He picked up his pen and smiled. "Sorry, I accidentally dropped your book just now … where should I sign it for you?"
The young martial artist quickly expressed that it was fine when he heard Jiang He's apology. Flipping to the cover, he pointed at an empty spot on the first page and said, "Please sign here, Mister Jiang. This book of mine is signed by Master Cheng himself, and it would be perfect if I could get your signature as well."
Master …
Signed by Master Cheng himself?
Jiang He looked over, and just as he expected, there were three huge words written on the empty spot. Since the handwriting was too sloppy and too artistic, Jiang He only recognized the three words after careful examination. It was … Cheng Dongfeng!
What the hell!
Scowling, Jiang He signed the book in rage. After that, he took to the skies and appeared in the skies of Lingzhou City in a flash.
His divine mind swept out, and he found …
In a spacious office at the Martial Arts Department (MAD), Cheng Dongfeng was sitting in front of a computer, his ten fingers leaving afterimages as he typed away on the keyboard.
There was a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
After typing for a few minutes, he finally stopped. He picked up the herbal tea beside him and took a sip. A blissful glow appeared on his face, and he sighed, "Sigh … Why didn't I realize a decade ago … that I, Old Cheng, actually have such a strong talent for writing?"
"Back when web literature was at its peak, would any guru have survived if I had joined the web industry?"
"I was born at the wrong time!"
Jiang He sighed.
Cheng Dongfeng said. "Still, it's not like there are no benefits to joining the literary industry now. For one, I've gone through too much and have rich life experience, and for another, I'm a divine-tier martial artist. I'm full of spirit and have a sharp mind, and it wouldn't be hard for me to write up to thirty thousand words in an hour once my thoughts are opened.
"You could have a custom keyboard."
"Not even a custom one …"
Cheng Dongfeng answered by reflex when he heard someone speak, but came to his senses in the next split second. He rose in shock and looked out the window, exclaiming in surprise, "Mister … Mister Jiang, you're back?"
"Hmmm?"
Jiang He strode in through the window, his expression darkening.
Cheng Dongfeng quickly corrected himself, saying, "Grand-master Jiang He, why are you here?"
As he spoke, he quietly hid the books on his desk.
Even so, he could not hide it from Jiang He.
Jiang He scowled and almost blew up.
What the hell!
Aside from 'My Days with Jiang He', there's also 'Jiang He's Autobiography' …
Since when did I write autobiography???
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