Chapter 225

"I can go when I have time."

Tang Zichen: "Young Master always says 'later,' but there's never any time."

Jiang Nan: "There is, you just haven't called me."

Tang Zichen: "Smile..."

"Later, when I'm in danger, I'll call Young Master."

Jiang Nan: "Alright."

"Does she like you too?" Jiang Luoshen, beside him, felt a bit jealous.

"I don't think so." Jiang Nan said, "She's a martial arts fanatic. To reach a level of strength that transcends the mortal realm while living in the mundane world—that's impressive, isn't it?"

"I'm the worst one, then." Jiang Luoshen pouted.

"Your current realm isn't the lowest in the group. After all, you have spiritual energy recovery here; it's also a cultivation world."

"But when it comes to obsession with the Dao of Martial Arts, persistence, intent, and practical combat experience, you really are the worst one." Jiang Nan said.

"I don't mean anything else by it; it's just that the world has changed, and there will be all sorts of great changes in the future."

"Since you've chosen this path, you must work hard. Only then can you handle more."

"I understand." Jiang Luoshen said.

"Are you leaving?" Jiang Luoshen looked over.

"Yes." Jiang Nan said, "Cultivate well."

Jiang Nan smiled and stepped into the void, leaving.

Wanfu Holy Land, the large city where the stone gambling workshop is located.

A long time had passed, and the area was still under martial law.

Jiang Nan suddenly appeared in the void, his white robes elegant and immaculate.

He had transformed into that white-robed youth, Xiao Yu.

He had thought about it; no one saw him obliterate that kid last time.

There were a few suspected ants, but they were destroyed in an instant. Even if someone was in control, they didn't see what followed.

That Saint probably wouldn't broadcast it widely; they would just send people to hunt him down directly.

In that case, in this short time, it's unlikely anyone knows that kid is dead.

Might as well put the waste to use.

That kid's status is there; he has an old Saint behind him who protects his own, so many will give him face.

Sometimes, this identity is more useful than those of the Holy Sons.

Jiang Nan walked away haughtily, his nostrils held higher than the sky.

To be honest, this kid is easy to play; he looks down on everyone, and if he's unhappy, he just messes with you—he never suffers a loss.

Then, his expression froze.

Damn it, there's someone in front.

He had just appeared and hadn't even taken two steps when an old man happened to walk by.

An old man with quite strong power.

So much time had passed, and this place was some distance from the stone gambling workshop; Jiang Nan had deliberately used the Xing Zi Mi to go much further away.

He wasn't at the stone gambling workshop.

He knew that place would likely be under martial law for a long time, making it hard to appear afterward.

Having moved so far away, this place was still empty; it looked like a key area under martial law.

Only he was walking so arrogantly; the old man, as a Dragon Transformation Ninth Layer expert, saw him at a glance.

With a cold snort, he arrived at Jiang Nan's side.

"Stop." The old man barked lightly.

"I am Xiao Yu, from the Tiangang Holy Land..." Jiang Nan said indifferently, his arrogance showing no regard even for a Dragon Transformation Ninth Layer expert.

As he spoke, he continued walking, not stopping at all.

"Xiao Yu? That old Saint from the Tiangang Holy Land..." The old man's face looked even worse; rumor had it that it was this old guy who had taken the humanoid divine medicine.

Perhaps everything at the stone gambling workshop had been taken by this person as well.

But he had also heard of that old Saint's short-tempered nature of protecting his own. Although he was annoyed by this kid with his nose in the air, he couldn't easily act.

"This area is under martial law; why are you still here?"

"We have searched many times before, and there was no one."

"You'd better come with us."

"Are you even worthy of knowing a Saint's methods?" Jiang Nan sneered.

"You..." The old man's face changed again, but he forced himself to endure it.

A lump of pent-up frustration gathered in his chest, making him very uncomfortable; even his breathing became uneven.

"Regardless, you cannot leave now." The old man snorted.

"Old man." Jiang Nan had already walked past, "Let me tell you, I was actually in your granddaughter's room the whole time, hehe..."

The old man looked up with a dark face, filled with both anger and suspicion—it couldn't really be true, could it?

Then, his eyes split with rage, "You... dare..."

Before he could finish the word "dare," at such close range, there was an instant chill, a distortion that felt unreal.

He wanted to explode into a counterattack, but he realized he no longer had the strength.

His chest was pierced through; this person had run him through. It was an ancient spear, man and weapon as one, piercing his body together.

Impossible. This kid has some skills, but his realm is still low, and his eyes are higher than his hands; in reality, he is still worse than those Holy Sons.

It's impossible for him to be this strong.

Everything happened too fast to react, and there was no time to think.

In his terror and unwillingness, he couldn't even make a sound, nor could he send out a signal.

His chest was pierced by a surprise attack, and then he himself was destroyed.

Not even a hair was left behind.

In the moment he exploded into flying ash, he still saw it: a person exactly like him, just watching him from behind.

It seemed like he even wanted to compare them, to see if they looked alike.

Everything was too fast, too fast to be real.

It was too similar; he even suspected he was looking in a mirror.

He was unwilling. He was a Dragon Transformation Ninth Layer expert; one more step, and he would be at the Half-Step Great Expert level.

The Immortal Platform level that transcends Dragon Transformation.

In the ancient era, before the Immortal Domain had problems, the Immortal Platform was the beginning of ascension.

Entering this state meant becoming a quasi-immortal.

As long as one entered the second secret realm of the Immortal Platform, one could directly ascend to become an immortal.

Now that the Immortal Domain has problems, no one can ascend, no one can live forever.

This is enough to show the extraordinariness of the Immortal Platform Secret Realm.

He longed to enter it; once he did, his status and strength would be completely different.

And yet, he was killed in seconds right here.

He seemed to have discovered a huge secret.

This person appeared here, a stranger.

It might be him who took everything.

But nothing could be transmitted.

If he had attacked directly just now, even if this person were stronger and had more trump cards, there would have been a commotion.

He thought it was the white-robed youth, so he didn't attack directly.

He was killed at close range by this person, and not even a sound or aura was transmitted.

It's estimated that no one discovered it.

Now this person has transformed into him.

Amidst an incredibly unwilling roar, he turned entirely into flying ash.

It was as if nothing had happened.

There was no white-robed youth, only the old man, a Dragon Transformation Ninth Layer expert. ===== CHAPTER 226 =====