Chapter 362: Flight

Half a day later, Zhang Sanfeng's body shook, and a wave of energy belonging to a Fifth-grade Immortal Cultivator radiated from him.

Meng Yifan sensed the changes in the heaven and earth around him, but did not detect any Thunder Tribulation gathering.

It must be that Zhang Sanfeng was once a Fifth-grade Immortal Cultivator, but because the Spirit Qi on Earth had withered and he had been injured, his cultivation had regressed to the Fourth-grade realm; thus, when his cultivation recovered to the Fifth grade, it did not trigger a Thunder Tribulation.

"Haha, my cultivation has recovered to the Fifth-grade realm," Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily, full of high spirits.

"Congratulations, Master," Meng Yifan said with a smile; the two of them, master and disciple, both possessed the strength of Fifth-grade Immortal Cultivators, and by joining forces, they could sweep through the Dongying Cultivation World.

Even if the Japanese authorities wanted to intervene with force, they would not be able to stop them.

At the realm of Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng, ordinary weapons were already useless; only by using a Mushroom Bomb or a Hydrogen Balloon could they be killed.

The problem was, the Japanese devils did not possess such weapons of mass destruction as Mushroom Bombs or Hydrogen Balloons at all.

Even if they really did, Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng's primary goal this time was to destroy the Yasukuni Shrine, which was in the Japanese capital where nearly fourteen million people lived; would the Japanese authorities dare to use a Mushroom Bomb or a Hydrogen Balloon in their own capital?

Meng Yifan had also come to terms with it; if he could really take fourteen million devils down with him, it would be worth it even if he died.

"Master, there is no time to lose, shall we set off for Dongying now?" Meng Yifan said; the time on his Game Panel was passing rapidly, and he had to raise his cultivation within these short ten-plus days to deal with the crisis in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World.

"Yifan, back when the Japanese invaders invaded, the Shenzhou Cultivation World stood up and suffered heavy casualties; many sects had their experts wither away because of it."

"It can be said that every sect in the Shenzhou Cultivation World has a blood feud with the Dongying Cultivation World. This time, as we go to Dongying for revenge, should we notify the Shenzhou Cultivation World to see if they are willing to come along for revenge?" Zhang Sanfeng said.

Meng Yifan pondered for a moment and said, "Master, the strongest in the current Shenzhou Cultivation World are only at the Third Grade High Stage; even if they followed us, they wouldn't be of any use and might even hold us back. We won't bring them this time."

"Once the two of us, master and disciple, have swept through the Dongying Cultivation World and wiped out all their experts, it will be much safer for Yang Yijian and the others to come seeking revenge in the future."

"Good, then let's set off. Yifan, let us, master and disciple, have a race to see who arrives in Dongying first." Zhang Sanfeng pointed forward, and the Yin Yang Dharma Sword flew out from behind him; the two-finger-wide dharma sword instantly grew larger, becoming one foot wide and two meters long.

Zhang Sanfeng leaped up, stood on the Yin Yang Dharma Sword, and flew toward Dongying.

"Haha, Master, you are cheating! I haven't even started flying yet, and you've already flown off." Meng Yifan's thoughts stirred, and he also stepped onto his Ghost Head Blade, turning into a stream of light as he flew toward Dongying.

Zhang Sanfeng's speed while flying on his sword was very fast, quickly soaring to over six hundred meters per second. He did not activate a protective barrier, instead letting the gale blow against his cheeks, which sent his thoughts flying to the friends who had fought alongside him, all of whom had died in those tragic, fierce battles.

He also thought of how, in order to suppress the Demon Cave, he had spent eighty years as one day, staying inside the dark and lightless Ancient Tomb.

Originally, Zhang Sanfeng had held no hope for revenge, only thinking of sealing the Demon Cave with his own body, absolutely not allowing the Fifth-grade demon inside the Demon Cave to emerge.

In the end, he took in a final disciple, wanting to pass on his mantle; he never expected that it was precisely this decision that would turn everything around.

The Fifth-grade demon had been killed, the demons inside the Demon Cave had been wiped out, and Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation had recovered to the Fifth-grade realm; now, the two of them were going to Dongying together to seek revenge.

Thinking of these things, Zhang Sanfeng still felt as if he were in a dream; the changes had simply happened too quickly, and the speed at which Meng Yifan's cultivation had improved was simply to an unbelievable degree.

Zhang Sanfeng truly worried that these were just a Yellow Millet Dream, and that when he woke up, he would still be a Fourth-grade Immortal Cultivator, guarding the Demon Cave in the Wild Man Mountain all alone.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and shook his head; at his realm, his spirit was concentrated, and he would not easily dream; all of this was truly happening.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression was melancholy, and he muttered to himself, "Old Monk, Old Drunkard, Poor Scholar, this old Daoist will go and take revenge for you all."

Meng Yifan had long since noticed that Zhang Sanfeng was reminiscing about the past; he deliberately slowed down a bit, following behind Zhang Sanfeng, and did not disturb him.

Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng flew at high speed over the East Sea. This time, they were not only going to Dongying for revenge, but also to establish prestige for the Shenzhou Cultivation World, letting all cultivators on Earth understand that those who offend Shenzhou, no matter how far away, will be punished—and that this was not just talk. Therefore, neither of them hid their figures.

Soon, all the major powers possessing satellites discovered the figures of Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng.

"What are those two objects moving at supersonic speed? Are they missiles launched by Shenzhou?"

"Baka! We haven't provoked Shenzhou recently; why are they attacking now without a declaration of war with two missiles? This is too outrageous! Quick! Activate the Patriot-3 missile interception system."

"General, come and look, these are not two missiles, but two people."

"Nani?" This Major General with a handlebar mustache was shocked and hurriedly looked at the images sent back by the satellite, discovering that it was indeed two people flying at supersonic speed.

"This... what is this situation? Can humans fly this fast?" The Major General was puzzled and hurriedly reported this situation urgently to the Prime Minister.

On the other side, in the Shenzhou command center, Chu Yunlong also saw the images sent back by the satellite.

"This is Meng Yifan and Zhang Sanfeng. What are they doing flying on their swords to Dongying?" Chu Yunlong was puzzled.

Yang Yijian happened to be with Chu Yunlong; he took out his customized satellite phone and dialed Meng Yifan's number.

Meng Yifan was piloting his Ghost Head Blade, flying at supersonic speed, when his phone suddenly rang. He looked at the caller ID and knew it was Yang Yijian's call. After a moment's thought, he realized that Shenzhou's satellites had likely discovered the two of them.

Meng Yifan answered the phone, and Yang Yijian's voice rang out: "True Person Meng, what are you and True Person Zhang doing going to Dongying?"

"To kill Japanese devils and avenge our grievances," Meng Yifan answered decisively.

"True Person Meng, aren't you two being a bit reckless? The Dongying Cultivation World has extraordinary strength; beneath their shrines are Demon Caves, and many old ghosts are hidden inside. They absorb the faith of all living beings, and their strength is unfathomable," Yang Yijian said worriedly.

"It's fine. My master and I are both Fifth-grade Immortal Cultivators now. The two of us joining forces is enough to suppress that group of demons. Even if there is real danger, if we two want to leave, that group of old ghosts won't be able to stop us."

Meng Yifan was full of confidence; the Fifth grade was the ceiling of individual strength on Earth, and with two Fifth-grade cultivators joining forces, they could roam Earth as they pleased.

"True Person Zhang has also recovered to the Fifth grade? That is truly great," Yang Yijian said, excited. "Wait for me, I will go with you to take revenge; our Mount Hua Sect also had many seniors die at the hands of Japanese cultivators."

"Haha, your strength is too weak, we won't bring you this time. Once we have wiped out all the experts in Dongying, you can come and take your revenge later," Meng Yifan said with a smile.