“Mo Sang, what are you doing here?”
The Long Family Patriarch shot out from the secret chamber, his face ruddy, his energy brimming, squinting as he stared at Green City Lord Mo Sang.
“Haha, nothing really, I just had a sudden insight into Daoist arts and wanted to find someone for a spar. Pity that in all of Dragon Chant City, there are only the two of us at the Spirit Transformation Stage. If not you, who else could I pick?”
Mo Sang laughed heartily. As the Long Family Patriarch’s long-time rival, he immediately saw through the old fellow’s forced composure. Mo Sang pulled out a great axe and swung it down heavily at the Long Family Patriarch’s head.
Just as Jiang Li had predicted, the old dragon was indeed focused entirely on healing Long Sanshui within the secret room. He had even laid down a soundproofing formation, but that meant little against a Spirit Transformation expert’s deliberate shout. Mo Sang’s loud taunt made him lose focus and injure himself.
This bastard came prepared! By this point, even a fool would know Mo Sang was deliberately provoking him. The Long Family Patriarch understood that, but there was no way to back down.
In the Heavenly Origin Dynasty, if you showed even a moment of weakness, your opponent would pounce—biting you to death without mercy!
“Take my Mighty Divine Axe—First Form!”
“Take my Mighty Divine Axe—Second Form!”
“Take my Mighty Divine Axe—Third Form!”
“Still the same old three moves! And you talked about an ‘insight’?!”
“When did I ever tell the truth?”
Roaring with laughter, Mo Sang brandished the great axe in full rotation, launching a ferocious assault. Tonight, he was determined to kill the Long Family Patriarch and claim Dragon Chant City for himself.
“Big Brother Mo, go for it! Let’s take down this Old Dragon Head together tonight!” the Mighty Divine Axe itself howled excitedly.
While the two Spirit Transformation experts fought like blazing storms, Heaven’s Slaughter Pavilion’s Earth-Ranked and Human-Ranked Assassins took action, killing the three men and one woman who had gathered to watch. Kill two, get two free—Heaven’s Slaughter Pavilion’s assassins were always generous! Jiang Li easily sidestepped the Human-Ranked Assassin’s strike and countered, killing the man in one move.
[Congratulations, Host. Quest completed.]
[Congratulations, Host. Special Quest unlocked: “Search for the Immortal Ascension Ladder Fragment.”]
Jiang Li waited for a moment but sensed no further reaction.
“What about the Immortal Ascension Ladder Fragment quest? Publish it.”
[Host’s strength is too weak. For safety reasons, please focus on cultivation. Once stronger, the special quest “Search for the Immortal Ascension Ladder Fragment” will be issued.]
“…What’s my current stage?”
[Mahayana Stage.]
“Weak?”
[Not weak.]
“Then publish the quest!”
[Host’s strength is too weak. For safety reasons, please focus on cultivation. Once stronger, the special quest “Search for the Immortal Ascension Ladder Fragment” will be issued.]
The system’s behavior matched Jiang Li’s guess almost precisely. He had reasoned that the system was split into two components—one part included the shop, teleportation, and other fully autonomous functions. The second involved quests, which followed a fixed track—rooted in what the system believed to be “Year 4300 of the Yan Calendar,” not the “Year 4800” he was actually in.
From the quest system’s perspective, the foolish thing still thought he was at the Foundation Establishment Stage. After calmly analyzing the situation, Jiang Li decided that whether reasonable or not, he was still going to lose his temper—this was a matter of principle.
“Damn it, you useless system!”
To vent his anger, Jiang Li smacked down the leaping assassin beside him with a single slap, crushing him instantly. Yuan Wuxing was still dodging an Earth-Ranked Assassin’s strikes, fleeing in a wretched state. Never having faced assassination before, he would probably have died from the first blow had Jiang Li not warned him earlier.
Seeing Jiang Li standing there calmly without stepping in to help, Yuan Wuxing suddenly understood—this must be a test! A test to temper him through assassination. Yes, the Human Emperor Jiang had the heart to train him.
That was why he left the assassin alive. Look at that Human-Ranked Assassin—Jiang Li killed him instantly, giving Qin Luan no chance to grow at all. Heh, my apologies, disciple.
The Human Emperor clearly believes I am still the true heir candidate! Thinking so, Yuan Wuxing secretly gathered his strength, prepared to counter-kill the assassin. But then he saw Jiang Li lift his palm and casually crush the assassin to death.
Yuan Wuxing’s gathered power choked in his chest, nearly making him cough blood from internal injury. … At that moment, the Long Family Patriarch was clearly declining, his expression twisted in fury. He shouted at Mo Sang, “Behind me stands the Grand General!
If you dare kill me, the Grand General will never spare you!” The Grand General of the Heavenly Origin Dynasty was named Che Wu, a long-famous Integration Stage expert—brutal, overbearing, unpredictable, and fiercely protective of those close to him. No one in the dynasty wanted to provoke him.
“Hah! You think you’re the only one with backing?”
Mo Sang scoffed. Anyone capable of being a City Lord in the Heavenly Origin Dynasty certainly had connections of their own to the capital.
“I know one of Grand General Che Wu’s secrets. Spare me, and I’ll tell you what it is!”
“Utter nonsense.”
Mo Sang ignored him and once more executed all three forms of the Mighty Divine Axe in succession. The Long Family Patriarch was cleaved cleanly in two. He hadn’t even been fighting properly—distracted by all this meaningless talk, bargaining in the midst of battle.
No wonder he died beneath my axe! Still not satisfied, Mo Sang swung the axe a few more times, turning the corpse into minced flesh, then set it ablaze until nothing but ashes remained. Only then did he relax.
“They called it Dragon Chant City because of that Long Clan’s old dominance. Now that old fossil’s dead, time to change the name, isn’t it?”
Mo Sang pondered aloud, mulling over what new name might fit.
“Just call it Chant City,” the Mighty Divine Axe suggested.
“Chant City sounds kind of awkward.”
“Then Mighty Divine Axe City?”
“Chant City doesn’t sound too bad after all.” …
With the death of the Long Family Patriarch, the Long Clan lost its pillar of support. Their old enemies, once restrained by fear of a Spirit Transformation ancestor, were no longer hesitant. The Long Clan was a carriage racing toward a cliff—utterly doomed.
If vengeance wasn't taken now, there might never be another chance! In addition to those seeking revenge, plenty came to plunder. The Long Clan’s wealth could buy half of Dragon Chant City.
Even stealing a door panel from their estate would be enough to live comfortably for a lifetime. The Long Clan had become like a dead beast, its blood scent drawing countless scavengers. This was destined to be a sleepless night for all—except the Long Clan, who after tonight, would all sleep forever. …
“Huff, huff… Father, Brother… I’ll avenge you, I swear it!”
Long Sanshui panted as he ran. Even he, slow as he might be, realized that tonight’s events were a deliberate scheme—and he himself had been the cause!
Huang Li!
It must be that man! Perhaps he was never a friend of Qin Luan’s at all, but someone sent by City Lord Mo Sang to destroy the Long Clan!
“Huang Li, I’ll have my revenge!”
Long Sanshui clenched his fists, the seed of hatred quietly taking root in his heart. As the family head’s beloved son, his Death Substitution Talisman was far superior to others’. While ordinary ones only blocked a fatal blow, his could rapidly teleport him to safety the moment he suffered a mortal attack.
Now he was heading for the place his forebear ancestor had told him about—the one that held the key to vengeance! From the high floor of the tavern where Jiang Li stood, the entire Long Clan’s fall lay clearly in sight. He also saw the direction Long Sanshui fled in.
Rising to his feet, he moved after him like a shadow.
“Today’s lesson is this—when you cut grass, don’t leave the roots. Otherwise, when the spring wind blows, it grows again.”
Thanks to the book-friends Xin Zuo and Ye Jingshang for their monthly ticket support.
(End of Chapter)