Chapter 257: The Corpse God Sect heretic hidden in the Divine Sect is actually him, and then he goes to the great clan to kill some d

"Who is it?"

A low voice spread from Li Che's mouth; his originally closed-eyed posture gradually shifted, his shut eyes slowly opening.

An aura that made You Liqing's summoned spirit feel an overwhelming, irresistible pressure demanding absolute obedience—a terrifying rank-based might—radiated from Li Che's body.

Like a supreme being seated atop a tower that commands the dead souls, it cast a glance upon the wandering souls on the Yellow Spring, those insignificant ghosts and wild spirits.

Like a thunderclap exploding, You Liqing's summoned spirit trembled slightly, even able to feel the sudden burst of Li Che's terrifying emotional fluctuations.

You Liqing clasped his fists in salute; his golden armor clanged, the plates constantly colliding.

He lowered his head, his posture extremely humble, even a flicker of fervor surfacing in his eyes.

This is the supreme being he follows, a terrifying existence capable of dragging him back from death to live another life!

You Liqing's emotional fluctuations had never brought any despair or hopelessness from becoming a summoned spirit; instead, he felt relief and gratitude.

Having experienced the terror of death once, he could no longer calmly face life and death.

The wind howled, heavy rain lashed the eaves, jumping like beads incessantly, as if thunder.

Li Che calmly gazed at You Liqing.

Waiting for You Liqing's answer.

As for the Corpse God Sect heretic hidden inside the Primordial Divine Sect, Li Che had long awaited him; unfortunately, within the Primordial Divine Sect, he dared not lightly employ the Corpse God Seal, for otherwise not only that immensely powerful sect master, but also the Primordial Divine Sect's Dao Inscription Plaque would detect it.

That is why Li Che was curious: who exactly is the heretic of the Corpse God Sect?

A Jade Corpse of the Corpse God Sect, while chatting with the demon child, mentioned that a heretic of the Corpse God Sect lurked within the Primordial Divine Sect—like a thorn, it made Li Che feel a bone stuck in his throat.

It made him constantly worry about Xixi's safety, fearing that a moment of his negligence could lead to Xixi being targeted and attacked by the Corpse God Sect heretic.

Although Li Che was confident he could instantaneously shift to go rescue.

But while he fears nothing in ten thousand, he fears the one in ten thousand.

What if…

If the Corpse God Sect heretic also used a method similar to that of the Su Clan's Divine Talisman Grandmaster Su Huaiyin, restricting Cat-face's teleportation away,

Li Che feared his rescue would be too late.

Of course…

Now, after obtaining the heavenly divine ability "Ink City" from the second metamorphosis of the Painting Immortal Dao Fruit, this divine ability, akin to opening a cave heaven blessed land, gave Li Che greater confidence in ensuring Xixi's safety.

After all, Li Che had just tried it on Cat-face.

Being able to rescue Cat-face facing such a formation shows that Ink City's security is sufficiently strong.

At critical moments, it can protect his daughter completely.

Unless encountering a Martial Saint and Divine Fetus who go all out in a frenzied attack, only then might greater danger arise.

But in such a situation, Li Che likewise kept a backup plan.

Now, after Xixi became a disciple of the Sect Leader's Wife, this Half-Saint of Divine Talismans, Li Che finally relaxed completely, no longer needing to stay constantly vigilant.

But even so, Li Che still constantly thinks about that heretic hidden within the Corpse God Sect.

"This person… my lord should know him."

You Liqing said.

"Second in the True Transmission Register, Huang Jianjiu."

His words fell.

Even Li Che was stunned.

"Who?"

Li Che's brows furrowed, a flash of incredulity, shock, absurdity, doubt crossing his eyes…

"Huang Jianjiu."

You Liqing said in a deep voice.

After he repeated it once, Li Che had already risen from under the eaves.

Bang——!!!

His powerful physique surged outward, mighty rolling blood qi surging forth, scorching and intense, shattering the raindrops before they all evaporated into vapor.

In Li Che's pupils, it seemed as if continuous sparks of electricity were crackling and darting about.

"Huang Jianjiu?"

Li Che furrowed his brows: "Let me take a look."

His words fell.

Li Che raised his hand, a finger already tapping onto the respectfully bowed You Liqing's forehead.

Hum——!!!

In an instant, within the heaven-and-earth chessboard, Li Che only felt a mass of dark ink explode explosively, after which flowing light presented images.

…

…

Primordial Divine Sect.

Outer Sect, Disciple City.

The outer sect grand elder's courtyard pointed to by Jiao Shaoxiu.

The Awakening of Insects spring rain pattered pitter-patter, as if it had held back an entire winter, endured the frozen insects' awakening, urging them to break through the soil.

A sound of knocking on the door echoed.

Jiao Shaoxiu slowly rose, propped up his oil-paper umbrella, and opened the door; dressed in a simple long robe, he appeared quite spirited.

Nie Yang had been assigned to protect Li Che's safety, so Jiao Shaoxiu had one less person to command on his side.

Actually, he doesn't care either.

The door opened, and what appeared before Jiao Shaqiu's eyes was not someone else but a plump beauty in a cloth skirt; the beauty had wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, fair skin, and her hair was bound up with a blue cloth on her forehead.

In the distance, two disciples of the Divine Sect stood waiting silently, obviously tasked with protecting the beauty and escorting her here.

"Madam... how did you come here?"

On Jiao Shaqiu's withered face, the wrinkles twitched slightly; seeing this madam, he knew the matter must be related to that scoundrel Huang Jianjiu.

Most likely he had again owed a lot of money for drink and refused to pay, vanished without a trace, prompting the madam to come to his door.

This was not the first time such a thing had happened.

"Elder Jiao, isn't Huang Jianjiu here? He might be hiding in your courtyard," the madam said respectfully upon seeing Jiao Shaqiu's attitude soften considerably.

Jiao Shaqiu shook his head and spoke softly: "Jianjiu hasn't returned to the sect's mountain gate for many days..."

Upon hearing this, the madam's eyes instantly dimmed with a hint of gloom.

"Not here again? Is he avoiding me?"

The madam grew somewhat angry.

Upon hearing this, Jiao Shaqiu shook his head: "You just want that brat to repay his drink debt so you can see him once, giving that little rascal the nerve to keep running up a tab at the Drunken Goose Pavilion?"

"Girl, I think you'd be better off giving up on him."

"This good-for-nothing is reckless, his inner knot won't untie, and he'll only hold you back."

Jiao Shaqiu held up his oil-paper umbrella, a trace of regret appearing in his eyes.

The madam still retained her charm; at this moment she pursed her lips and, with her slightly rough hands, wiped at the clothes she had just put on today.

"Elder... are you also going to advise me?"

"Actually, if he wants to drink, I could support him for life... but he's always playing hide-and-seek; once he owes drink money he refuses to come, so if I want to see him I can only dun him for payment."

The madam said this a little embarrassed.

"What are those drink debts, really?"

Jiao Shaqiu stroked his beard and smiled: "Indeed, your Drunken Goose Pavilion is doing well, the accounts are good, and you've been open for many years, right?"

"It's almost twenty years; after this year it will be twenty," the madam said with a laugh.

Jiao Shaqiu stepped aside to let the madam enter the courtyard, but she hastily waved her hands: "Huang Jianjiu isn't here, then never mind... I won't disturb you, Elder."

Just as the madam was about to turn and leave.

In the distance, a sword light suddenly burst forth, the sword light racing, tearing open heaven and earth, shattering each raindrop.

A disheveled figure appeared, bearing a sword case on his back and a wine gourd at his waist, taking a swig of wine with great satisfaction.

Suddenly.

Huang Jianjiu tapped his toe on the ground, traced a circle with his body, and prepared to head off into the distance.

"Huang Jianjiu, stop right there!"

Upon seeing him, the madam immediately furrowed her brows, placed her hands on her hips, and shouted angrily.

"You really don't want to see me?"

"Come back! Otherwise I'll come to Qianyuan Divine Sect every day to collect my drink money!"

Huang Jianjiu turned, his beard bristling, his face full of impatience: "You're making me lose face... I am, after all, second in the true transmission record of Qianyuan Divine Sect!"

"Do I owe you drink money? I make money easily, don't I? I'm just too lazy to earn it; I originally saved your little girl self from that dead village, and it's been nearly thirty years—does my life-saving favor not even merit a few sips of your wine?"

"I really saved you for nothing; you should have died in that village!"

Huang Jianjiu, reeking of alcohol, retorted sharply.

The madam pursed her lips, yet remained quite calm.

"You saved me, you married me, you married me and yet you don't lose out; you are a cultivator with a lifespan of hundreds of years, while I am merely a meridian-opening mortal, I may not live past seventy... why won't you dare?"

Huang Jianjiu instantly grew anxious: "Elder Jiao, look, she's doing this again!"

"You scared me to death! I'm not drinking this wine!"

Huang Jianjiu flung down a remark, took a step forward, and from his sword case a sword light shot out and slid down, the round raindrops being split evenly by the sword qi.

And Huang Jianjiu likewise stepped onto the sword light, speeding away into the distance.

The madam stamped her foot, bit her lip, and was furious beyond measure.

"That woman has already married into the Su family; why does he still can't forget her, putting on a lovesick display for whom to see?"

The madam felt resentful, even somewhat wronged, her eyes brimming with rolling tears.

"Is it just because I'm a mortal without cultivation talent... unlike that woman, whose talent is astonishing, a prodigy of a thousand feet!"

The madam wiped her tears while squatting on the ground, head bowed, crying for a while.

The next moment she rose to her feet and wiped away her tears.

"I can still wait for you thirty years!"

"Huang Jianjiu, we'll see how this goes!"

Jiao Shaqiu remained silent.

He gazed toward the direction Huang Jianjiu had departed.

Even he could not understand.

Huang Jianjiu, what exactly is he rejecting?

As the saying goes, utmost sincerity moves metal and stone; a mortal woman can do all this for you—could it still not be enough?

Thirty years, then another thirty—how many thirties does a woman have?

Is it truly for that woman?

Click-clack!

Awakening of insects brings startling thunder, electric snakes surge, the rain grows ever more torrential.

Sword light tore through the rain, enveloping Huang Jianjiu's figure as it fell onto the Big Flat; on the Paulownia Flat, rainwater flowed, the splashing sound like a rushing stream.

"Who…… is spying on me?"

Huang Jianjiu swept away his disheveled look, his sword brows becoming extremely sharp.

He didn't even have time to argue with the boss lady, his heart pounding nonstop, a secret buried deep in his heart, as if being unveiled at this moment.

His eyes at this moment became extremely sharp, as if countless sword qi were swirling and flowing in his pupils.

He raised his finger, an ultimate gorgeous silver sword light flowed and circulated at his fingertip, constantly circling.

"If you don't come out…… then I…… won't be polite."

Huang Jianjiu clenched his five fingers; instantly gorgeous silver light burst forth, a long sword leapt like a dragon, instantly brandished and slashed out.

The sword light flowed and shimmered, containing ultimate sharpness, as if merging with countless raindrops, pattering down onto the ground.

Actually, on the Big Flat, he carved thousands upon thousands of sword-traced gullies, as if a sharp sword rain had fallen.

Boundless sword intent, vast and mighty, as if merging with the violent rain, containing ferocity, harboring accumulated madness.

However, countless silver sword marks covered the Big Flat.

Huang Jianjiu's weathered hair flew upward, he obliquely gripped a gorgeous silver long sword.

It seemed like a one-man show, with no figure forced out by him.

However, Huang Jianjiu's brows furrowed into a river‑shaped line.

Right at Elder Jiao's door, he felt an invisible…… that made his soul tremble, a rank-based suppression.

He understood all too well what that rank suppression was.

Feeling that suppression, he made his way here all along.

And now, that suppression has vanished without a trace.

But Huang Jianjiu understood that someone was spying on him, having seen his deepest hidden secret.

Huang Jianjiu suddenly gave a wry smile, pulled the stopper from the wine gourd, gulped it down; the liquor mixed with rainwater washed over his face.

"Probably just got drunk from drinking……"

"It feels like an old rival, You Liqing, is spying on me."

He narrowed his eyes.

Gazing at the wine gourd drenched in rain, this was the wine gourd given to him by the boss lady; back then, that young maiden of the bean-flower age, now even the corners of her eyes have grown wrinkles.

Rubbing the wine gourd, Huang Jianjiu pursed his lips.

"You are a mortal, you are still a person……"

"But I, am no longer……"

……

……

Li Che loosened the finger pressing on You Liqing's brow.

The viewing of the scene is complete.

On the Big Flat, facing Huang Jianjiu's indiscriminate attack, You Liqing chose to retreat.

But that was already enough.

From the vibration feedback of the Corpse God Seal in You Liqing's niwan, Huang Jianjiu indeed bestowed a Corpse Curse Seal upon him, and its rank is extremely high……

And he covered it up with countless sword lights.

"It's actually him."

Li Che's hair flew wildly, his eyes like lightning, his heart slightly surprised.

He truly hadn't expected it to be Huang Jianjiu.

Regarding Huang Jianjiu, this second true inheritor of the Primordial Divine Sect, Li Che's first impression was still not bad; although disheveled, at least he had once helped their family.

At the city gate, it was Huang Jianjiu who helped break the situation, opposing the formerly mighty You Liqing.

He collected You Liqing's Bound God.

Li Che returned under the eaves, his breath restrained, his mind calm, he once again grasped the Divinity Crystal to begin absorbing.

Since it's confirmed that Huang Jianjiu is the evil person of the Corpse God Sect hidden within the Primordial Divine Sect.

Li Che naturally chose to carry out his own long-held idea.

Corpse God Sect evildoers…… everyone deserves to be punished.

Since you have fallen into the Corpse God Sect.

Even if you have your reasons.

But Li Che closed his eyes……

He recalled everything he had encountered in Fēiléichéng and in Jinguang Prefecture City.

When he opened his eyes again, killing intent already surged.

He, Li Che, eliminates the Corpse God Sect's evildoers.

No reason needed.

……

……

Huang Jianjiu is not weak; he is indeed the heavenly pride listed second among the true inheritors of the Primordial Divine Sect, his swordsmanship reaches the divine, he certainly cultivates a Sword Intent Divine Seed, and has incorporated that Sword Intent Divine Seed into the Mystic Gate.

His cultivation is extremely exquisite, not much inferior to You Liqing.

However, Li Che now is not without trump cards; he has the Blood God Nine Yang Golden Mighty Ape, plus the Bound God You Liqing……

He himself possesses the Dragon Elephant Heavenly Gang, capable of colliding with the Three Flowers Gang Qi.

Except that it's different from the severely wounded You Liqing.

Huang Jianjiu is now at the height of his power, his depth of foundation so profound that even Li Che cannot fathom it; if one were to try to kill him outright, the odds are not very favorable.

Names: Huang Jianjiu.

Also, Li Che is Li Che.

"If we drag him into Ink City and then have the Blood God Nine Yang Vajra Ape cooperate with You Liqing to jointly strangle him, while I secretly launch a cold arrow and employ a hidden move… the chance of killing him should reach about eighty percent."

Names: Ink City.

Names: Blood God Nine Yang Vajra Ape.

Names: You Liqing.

Li Che's eyes flickered.

The Blood God Nine Yang Vajra Ape has almost fully recovered, regaining Martial Saint‑level power, though it only rivals the first opening, the Human Dan Martial Saint…

Names: Blood God Nine Yang Vajra Ape, Martial Saint.

Names: first opening, Human Dan Martial Saint.

It can also be considered Li Che's trump card and source of confidence!

The rain kept falling, constantly striking the eaves.

Li Che remained seated in the courtyard, and when the sky fell into complete darkness, the day‑long Jingzhe rain gradually ceased.

The spring breeze carried a hint of chill and sharp cold; during the Jingzhe of the first month, all things were on the brink of revival.

The Divine Crystal of Five Elders Rank in Li Che's hand had its final strand of divinity completely devoured by the Embodiment of Heaven and Earth Spirit Bright True Ape within the Mud Pill Inner Vision.

Names: Five Elders Rank.

Names: Divine Crystal.

Names: Mud Pill Inner Vision.

Names: Mud Pill Inner Vision.

Names: Embodiment of Heaven and Earth Spirit Bright True Ape.

Li Che slowly opened his eyes, as if electric flashes surged and interwove.

His qi and blood buzzed, erupting from his fingertips with a crisp crack.

In an instant, the Divine Crystal shattered, and the fingers twisted like steel bars ground it into powder; a pitch‑black Wood Ferry Crow was taken out, and the crystal powder was carefully packed inside.

Names: Divine Crystal, Wood Ferry Crow.

"Unfortunately, once one reaches the Grand Master realm, the effect of toxins becomes insufficient, and… it's probably because I haven't found a top‑grade poison capable of threatening a Grand Master."

Names: Grand Master.

Li Che shook his head, sighing softly, "Perhaps, another day I'll go to the Imperial Observatory to find an Alchemy Master and ask whether there exists a poison that could threaten a Grand Master, even a Martial Saint…"

Names: Imperial Observatory.

Names: Alchemy Master.

"That way, combat will be more manageable."

Li Che muttered something.

Hoo hoo hoo—

A cold wind howled in after the rain stopped.

Li Che stood up, his ink‑colored robe rustling, and he drained the last cup of tea.

Li Che took a step forward.

Buzz—bang!

His flesh instantly swelled outward in concentric layers, scorching white waves radiating outward.

Brilliant gold burst from his eyes, like thick, flowing agarwood, with faint golden smoke swirling endlessly.

His dark, sturdy hair was constantly stirred by the airflow spewing from countless pores, wildly growing to his waist before turning into an immensely heavy black cloak!

Standing at two meters three, Li Che's back was lined with thick, raging‑like‑dragon tendons that quivered, his blood droplets distinct as if flowing like liquid glass and mercury!

Dragon Elephant Vajra, ascend the tower to behold the divine!

Li Che's eyes flickered open and closed, faint golden sparks crackling.

He raised his hand and tapped his forehead.

Within the Mud Pill Inner Vision.

In an instant…

The Heaven‑Earth Chessboard surged into the clouds, instantly stretching out, using Listening Thunder Alley as a star position, expanding outward, and within moments it covered a third of Primordial Origin Dao City.

Names: Heaven Earth Chessboard.

Names: Listening Thunder Alley.

Names: Primordial Origin Dao City.

What surprised Li Che was that Huang Jianjiu's aura was not concealed at all; in his perception it shone as brightly as the scorching sun.

Huang Jianjiu clearly noticed You Liqing's investigation, yet… he made no move at all.

It's confidence…

Or perhaps… he thought that investigation was an illusion?

"Is that… the Drunken Goose Pavilion?"

Li Che's flesh, fully activated by the Dragon Elephant Vajra Dao Fruit, was towering and robust, electric light interwoven; through the Heaven‑Earth Chessboard, he saw Huang Jianjiu's current location.

Names: Heaven Earth Chessboard, Huang Jianjiu.

His hair, wildly swirling like a black cloak, suddenly lifted; after Li Che placed an extremely cute cow mask on his face, he tiptoed forward.

Names: Cute Cow Mask.

He then seemed to become a bolt of an arrow, shooting out.

…… -> no names.

…… -> no names.

Drunken Goose Pavilion.

A gentle breeze stirred.

This is a tavern in Primordial Origin Dao City that enjoys excellent business, because everyone knows that behind the Drunken Goose Pavilion stands Huang Jianjiu.

The proprietress of the Drunken Goose Pavilion has a tangled relationship with Huang Jianjiu.

As the second in the True Transmission Lineage of the Primordial Origin Divine Sect and a grassroots individual, Huang Jianjiu is an excellent target for recruitment by major families and various factions.

Therefore, everyone gives him face, and the Drunken Goose Pavilion's business thrives—calling it a daily influx of gold would not be an exaggeration.

However, the proprietress remains modest as always, tying her hair with a blue floral cloth, showing no luxury.

Because she knows Huang Jianjiu dislikes extravagance.

The Drunken Goose Pavilion has no owner, only a proprietress; everyone tacitly assumes that Huang Jianjiu is the owner.

Even though Huang Jianjiu has never admitted it.

The night was hazy, clouds drifting.

The fragrance of wine lingered faintly.

On the second floor of the Drunken Goose Pavilion, by the railing, a table was laden with fine wine and dishes, and a jar of five‑year‑aged wine was placed on it.

Huang Jianjiu still wore his shabby clothes.

However, he combed his hair; the frizz was gone, and his black hair fell smooth as a waterfall.

He shaved his beard, and the whole person seemed to have become a dozen years younger, turning into a gentle‑looking young man.

The proprietress rolled up her sleeves and brought out a steaming dish from the kitchen.

She moved lightly, carrying the dish, and gazed at Huang Jianjiu, who under the night's moonlight seemed bathed in a veil of silver, his whole body trembling slightly.

At this moment, the Yellow Sword Wine…

It made her, in a daze, return to over twenty years ago, to Huang Jianjiu who had rescued her from the village where the strange and treacherous demons wreaked havoc and slaughtered.

His appearance might be quite ordinary, yet he possessed a sense of security that fascinated her.

And today, he has returned……

They have all returned.

Is it because Huang Jianjiu heard her crying?

But over these years, how could she have cried only once?

"Jianjiu, do you still want me to stir-fry a dish?"

The innkeeper set down a steaming plate of dishes and asked gently.

Huang Jianjiu glanced at her, his expression gentle, like a sliver of moonlight slipping into the cracks of her heart, making her whole body go limp.

"No need, sit down and drink a cup with me."

Huang Jianjiu said gently.

He reached out and grabbed the innkeeper's hand, slightly startled, feeling only a roughness.

Thirty years have passed; she is no longer young.

The innkeeper's face twitched slightly, she immediately pulled her hand back, a flash of panic on her face.

"I... I'll go get you a jug of good wine."

"Fine wine."

"No need." Huang Jianjiu grabbed her.

The innkeeper said: "Wine sealed for twenty years."

Huang Jianjiu silently released his hand; the innkeeper departed gracefully and returned shortly after.

Before Huang Jianjiu, he brushed away the dust-sealed clay that had blocked the passage for long years.

A rich wine aroma seeped out slowly; the innkeeper poured a cup for Huang Jianjiu, her bright eyes sparkling like stars as she looked at him, anticipating his reaction and critique after drinking.

Huang Jianjiu downed it in one gulp, his throat moving.

He pursed his lips; this couldn't be wine sealed for twenty years……

What he drank was the twenty-year-old maiden's affection.

"Exquisitely beautiful."

Huang Jianjiu said gently.

The innkeeper broke into a smile; although her cheeks bore irremovable wrinkles, her smile was charming and radiant like a flower.

She also poured herself a cup.

She held the cup with both hands, gazing expectantly at Huang Jianjiu; at some point, hot tears had already welled in her eyes.

Tonight Huang Jianjiu's abnormality, she did not want to think about, only wishing to sink into it.

"Come."

Huang Jianjiu laughed and clinked cups with the charming innkeeper.

Ding.

The clear sound, like ripples spreading across a clear spring.

They drank, then drank again.

After three cups, the innkeeper, unable to hold her liquor, already had blurred vision; with her hand that could not conceal its roughness, she gripped Huang Jianjiu's hand tightly, refusing to let go.

"You little brat, again like this…… Clearly you can't drink, yet you love brewing wine……"

"The wine you brew, from undrinkably awful to now tasty, I've tried them all."

Huang Jianjiu sighed, gently rubbing the innkeeper's hair.

Though she is old and her beauty faded, in his eyes she remains the charming lass who, after a sip of wine, would stick out her tongue from the spice and burst into tears.

"Sir, would you like to come up for a drink?"

Huang Jianjiu picked up the celadon wine cup, facing the silver moon that had leapt forth after the rain washed the sky.

A moment of silence……

A low, gravel-like scraping sound echoed.

"Good."

Instantly.

The silver moon's radiance was obscured.

Terrifying and mighty qi and blood surged up like war smoke, bursting forth, distorting the void, like an ancient ferocious beast stepping out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; its flesh was covered in dense muscles twisted into steel tendons and bones, and on its bulbous flesh, veins coiled like dragons.

Huang Jianjiu's gaze paused; he saw behind the ox demon's sky, as if an immense chessboard were laid out.

Upon it stood a black city, like a mirage.

His gaze shifted, falling upon the face of that towering, mountain-like stature.

It came into view.

A cute, cow-like mask.

"Underworld, Ox Demon."

"Indeed, it's you."

Huang Jianjiu exhaled in relief and laughed.

"You've come to kill me…… It seems the aura I sensed earlier today before Elder Jiao's residence was indeed correct."

"I've heard the Underworld can detect the Corpse God Professor's Corpse Curse Seal…… to discern the hidden cultivators of the Corpse God Sect."

"As expected, the reputation is not unfounded."

Huang Jianjiu sighed emotionally.

The Underworld…

An extremely mysterious force.

Niu Mo, Ma Mian, Shen Hou, Lei Long, Hei Bai Wuchang… and Mao Lian.

The miraculous translocation technique cannot be restrained even by eight Stabilizing Wind Wave Divine Talismans.

Being targeted by such a force truly makes one unable to rest or eat.

Huang Jianjiu gently stroked the boss lady's temples and face while…

While looking at Niu Mo, he gently said, "Can you postpone killing me?"

Li Che wore the Niu Mo mask, his gaze calm as he looked at Huang Jianjiu; the reason he was willing to exchange a few words with Huang Jianjiu was that he didn't immediately launch a sinister move from afar…

All of this was because of this woman; Li Che's gaze shifted onto the boss lady's body, becoming somewhat complex.

A plain woman, a simple woman, a…

A woman whose personality is somewhat like that of his wife Zhang Ya.

You're so sure I can kill you?

Niu Mo said in a low voice.

In fact, even while they were talking, Li Che had already entered a state of alert, able to drag Huang Jianjiu into Mo Cheng at any moment.

Within Mo Cheng, the Blood Yang Nine Divine Vajra Ape and You Liqing had already been poised to strike.

Huang Jianjiu drained the cup.

He smiled.

Because you're Niu Mo; if it were Mao Lian, I naturally wouldn't be sure.

But Niu Mo… is sinister, cunning, and vicious; those you've set your sights on have, up to now, had no survivors.

You must have at least a sixty percent chance of killing me, which is why you came.

Huang Jianjiu set down the empty cup.

Staring at Niu Mo's cute ox mask, he couldn't see the face beneath it.

But it doesn't matter.

It's eighty percent.

Niu Mo said in a low voice.

Huang Jianjiu paused, so steady?

But he didn't dwell on it too much, and thus laughed.

Then could you fulfill a dying wish of mine and let me meet my death?

Otherwise, you might not be able to kill me.

Huang Jianjiu said seriously.

Li Che's brow furrowed beneath the mask; tonight's Huang Jianjiu was strange and peculiar.

What wish?

Niu Mo asked in a hoarse voice.

Huang Jianjiu gently broke free from the boss lady's deathly grip and lightly rubbed her hair.

He shouldered the sword case on the table, earnestly pouring the twenty-year-old vintage wine, stored in that jar, into the sword-scarred wine gourd.

Afterward, facing the silver moon, he exhaled lightly.

Give me a little time.

Three thousand years of tides rising and falling, the Su Great Clan.

I want to go through it once.

I want to go kill some dogs.

Seven thousand words, this chapter was written a bit slowly and at length; the Huang Jianjiu thread had been mentioned earlier, and this is also an attempt at a different emotional knot—some may like it, some may not—tying up this thread; the next chapter will probably end it, so please vote for monthly tickets, recommend tickets, and keep reading; on days without recommendations, your continued reading is Lao Li's life! Thanks! Good night!