Chapter 383: Zhang and Li

Ming Ming Shenshou, Lord of Jianggong, one of the Three Palaces of Wu Wei Sect, once stood alone against Li Li Chengge, Grand Master of Laoshan, and Liu Liu Nan Xu, Tian Shi of Zhenwu Mountain; though his divine powers were no match, he escaped unscathed.

No one expected this towering figure of Wu Wei Sect, the old bastard Li Li Yishan spoke of, to appear so brazenly at Chang'an International Airport, right before Zhang Fan and Li Li Yishan.

Zhang Fan's face turned grim, his expression wary, as if facing a mortal foe.

He had not forgotten that day in Dongshan Province—this old bastard had targeted his Heaven-bestowed divine power, disregarding his status and striking out ruthlessly; had Li Li Chengge and Liu Liu Nan Xu not intervened in time, he would not even know if he were alive or dead.

"Uncle Ming, what brings you here? Had I known you were in Chang'an, I would have paid my respects."

At that moment, Li Li Yishan suddenly greeted him warmly, a smile spreading across his face, the picture of filial devotion.

This display left Ming Ming Shenshou momentarily stunned.

"Good lad. To accomplish great things, you must have the composure to laugh and share the spoils even if someone kills your own father." Ming Ming Shenshou's gaze darkened.

"I destroyed your family's nest, yet you act as if nothing happened…"

To accomplish great things, avoid letting grudges cloud your mind; only by casting aside all such emotions can one truly embody the spirit of a hero.

Thinking of this, Ming Ming Shenshou's eyes flashed with sharp brilliance.

"No wonder you're Li Li Cunsi's son."

"Uncle Ming, you're mistaken." Li Li Yishan smiled lightly.

"Where's the mistake?" Ming Ming Shenshou asked.

"Li Li Cunsi truly deserves to be my father." Li Li Yishan said calmly.

"Good! Truly filial beyond heaven!" Ming Ming Shenshou laughed heartily. "Little Shanzi, you're a promising seed. Had your family not grown too close to the Zhangs, you'd surely have become the leader of this generation in Wu Wei Sect."

As he spoke, Ming Ming Shenshou's eyes betrayed a trace of regret.

"So what if we're close? The Three Corpses Daoist of old was surnamed Zhang too." Zhang Fan blurted out.

The moment the words left his mouth, Ming Ming Shenshou's smile vanished, his piercing gaze locking onto Zhang Fan.

"Who are you to be compared with the Three Corpses Daoist? Not you—even your father lacks the qualification."

"Besides, Wu Wei Sect has passed down its incense for thousands of years, and only one Zhang ever rose as the Three Corpses Daoist."

With these words, Ming Ming Shenshou's gaze toward Zhang Fan dripped with contempt.

"You southern Zhangs thought your intentions were hidden? To cultivate the Three Corpses Mirroring Fate and seize the sect lord's throne—that alone merits death…"

"Truly, heaven's justice cycles without fail; in the end, your clan was wiped out, your line extinguished."

Zhang Fan's gaze hardened into a single thread, his face turning icy.

"Did Wu Wei Sect have a hand in wiping out the Southern Zhangs?!"

"Whether we did or didn't—what can you do about it?" Ming Ming Shenshou's lips curled with mockery.

With his current strength and status, he naturally saw no threat in these two youths, Zhang Fan and Li Li Yishan.

"Zhang Lingzong isn't here, and your protective charm isn't either…"

Ming Ming Shenshou said coolly: "Today, no one can save you."

As he spoke, Ming Ming Shenshou picked up his luggage: "See you on the plane…"

"Of course, you're free to run now."

With those words, Ming Ming Shenshou wheeled his luggage toward the waiting hall.

"That old bastard…" Li Li Yishan gritted his teeth.

"Run?"

Zhang Fan looked at Li Li Yishan and shook his head.

With their current cultivation, they could not possibly escape a Tian Shi-level powerhouse.

If they fled now—or refused to board the plane—he had no doubt Ming Ming Shenshou would strike immediately, even if it drew attention from the Daoist sects.

"Indeed, life is full of calamities," Li Li Yishan said grimly.

"Board the plane first. The journey is long—he won't strike right away."

"Once aboard, we're fish in a barrel," Zhang Fan said tightly.

"Once we reach Bai Yujing, that's our territory—we still have a sliver of hope."

Li Li Yishan gritted his teeth: "Besides, I have one escape method—but it's extremely risky."

"What method?" Zhang Fan's eyes lit up.

Li Li Yishan, truly a son of Xiao Yuanshen, had a way to escape a Tian Shi-level master—even now, Zhang Fan found it almost unbelievable.

"I have a method, but the risk is too great. It might not even require him to strike," Li Li Yishan mused.

"What method?" Zhang Fan pressed.

"How far have you progressed with your 【Three Corpses Mirroring Fate】?" Li Li Yishan suddenly changed the subject.

"I've succeeded in merging the spirits—but…" Zhang Fan frowned, puzzled by the question.

"Already reached this stage?"

Li Li Yishan's expression darkened, a deep concern stirring in his eyes.

"Let's board the plane first. I refuse to believe we'll die at the hands of this old bastard—especially together."

Each generation produces its own talents; new faces replace the old.

New things replacing old dominions—that is the inevitable law.

Precisely because of this, new things often carry unseen fortune, a thread of life amid great calamity.

Without such insight and magnanimity, one is doomed to fail in the long run.

"Fine. Let's see who's got the tougher fate," Zhang Fan growled.

The two walked straight into the waiting hall, keeping distance from Ming Ming Shenshou.

"Bold of you!"

Ming Ming Shenshou, seeing Li Li Yishan and Zhang Fan follow, showed a hint of admiration.

He knew this journey would not be dull—it would surely be entertaining, and that was precisely why he hadn't moved yet.

After all, before a true Tian Shi, Li Li Yishan and Zhang Fan were merely two little mice; once aboard the plane, they'd be fish in a barrel—with no one left alive to save them.

Forty minutes later, the flight to Bai Yujing was about to depart, and passengers began boarding.

"Let's go."

Li Li Yishan and Zhang Fan boarded last, watching as Ming Ming Shenshou strode onto the plane with arrogant ease, not even glancing at them, unafraid they might turn and flee.

"Old bastard, thinks he's got us cornered," Li Li Yishan gritted.

"This trip's insane," Zhang Fan muttered.

He never expected that, at the very end of this Chang'an trip, such a calamity would await.

Damn it!

The two boarded the plane and saw Ming Ming Shenshou seated far in the back; seeing them approach, he waved with a smile, greeting them cheerfully.

"That old bastard is now the person I hate most in this lifetime," Li Li Yishan said grimly.

"You still treat him like a person?!" Zhang Fan shot back.

"Oh no…"

At that moment, a low cry came from the right—a senior man, struggling to stow his luggage, twisted his waist and dropped the bag.