Chapter 147: The Great Sage Equaling Heaven

A few days later, Qin Yue received a message from Mu Xingruo.

"Where are you?"

The sect leader sister remained cautious, omitting titles and speaking concisely.

"Still in the Evil Spirit River."

Mu Xingruo then sent a set of coordinates. Upon seeing them, Qin Yue smiled broadly. This place was the largest market formed spontaneously by cultivators in the Evil Spirit River, aside from the palace complex established by the Immortal Sect.

The location was at the edge of the Evil Spirit River.

Beneath the ice layer came a faint rumbling sound—not the roar of a beast beneath the lake, nor an earthquake, but the very groaning of the ice itself.

Zhang Guorong was carried onto a stretcher, and Mei Yanbang was urgently bandaged. Although the floor was made of special stone slabs, bowing her head still caused some injury—her head had swollen from the impact.

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It seemed that eighty years ago, Zhu Zhao had lied to him. Clearly, after the demonic power was absorbed, Zhu Zhao might have perished altogether.

The twisting hollow resembled earthworm tunnels in the soil, with entrances and exits scattered across this plain, invisible from within. Once these passages were understood, one could traverse freely.

Han Ling’er’s inner energy showed no ripple; behind her, a cluster of ice spikes shimmered coldly, their deadly power beyond doubt.

This matter spread throughout the world. The man’s reputation was utterly ruined, with no hope of resurgence. No one would follow a laughingstock, and those who once did would be utterly destroyed.

The Zhen family, once the greatest clan of the northern lands, could not bear to walk their final path in shame.

Yet, her cultivation was insufficient. After a brief resistance, she felt her strength wane and was about to falter.

So young, without even a single whisker on his lips. Such youth, such handsomeness—how could one possess such ruthless methods? Not only did he annihilate the entire Kuai family, but he also spared not the Xi family. Over a century of the Xi family’s legacy was destroyed in an instant.

As for how he killed Master Bai… he had already demonstrated his capability during the struggle with Yin San for control of the Qingshan Sword Formation—at least managing a surprise attack.

The blood bead in his palm hissed and writhed, its vitality fading as the body formed of blood gradually dissolved.

Fortunately, Chen Zhiming’s long-term indulgence in alcohol and drugs had left his body feeble, as fragile as a sheet of paper, allowing Xia Qila to drag him away effortlessly.

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Meanwhile, the golden dragon carrying myself, Bailu, and the blood-colored figure took advantage of the Eight-Headed Serpent being entangled, making a wide detour to strike the heart of the Japan-Korea allied forces—the Dragon Soul War Chariot where Commander Park Jilong resided.

Chen Yifei noticed our tenseness and joked, "Relax, eat boldly, it’s not poisonous." His words made us laugh, and encouraged by him, we all began to eat.

Song Yan gazed at the sea ahead, its dark and gloomy hue faintly dimmed—boundless and infinite, yet seeming to be covered by a sealed firmament. The longer one stared, the harder it became to breathe.

After a preliminary assessment, the Qinglian Gang’s monthly income across all territories was nearly half of what it had been the previous month.

Compared to Mo Jingfeng, Fire Lord was still not thorough enough, somewhat hesitant to fully unleash his strength. Naturally, he was stunned by these defiant words for a long moment.

So what was right and what was wrong? Mo Lin did not know, nor could he comprehend it. The most fundamental matter now was to preserve life, then later ponder whether his past actions were right or wrong.

The two humans and two beasts approached the Weak Water Pool. Hundreds of meters away, a splash erupted as a monstrous creature with a dragon’s head and monkey’s body leapt from the pool. Its feet struck the ground with force, causing tremors and shaking all trees within three miles. The earth cracked in multiple places.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Realm’s guide, Zuo Ci, returned with joy, clutching two top-grade celestial pills, yet harboring contempt in his heart for Xiang Yu—this rogue and lecherous glutton. After returning ahead to the Heavenly Realm, he was left to reflect on these thoughts.