Chapter 116: Divine Clan Grand Gift Pack!

Fan Qingying questioned Chen Zheng, making the many thieves around him freeze, then one by one the fierce and wicked figures stepped forward, quickly encircling Chen Zheng.

As soon as Fan Qingying speaks, they will tear Chen Zheng to pieces.

"Who is impersonating me? What does the chief mean by this?"

Chen Zheng pretended to be startled by the murderous aura emanating from the many thieves, his body trembling slightly, his face showing a mixture of surprise and bewilderment, having no idea what Fan Qingying was saying.

It was obvious without thinking that Fan Qingying was deceiving him.

Because although his killing of the Jue Ming Island lord went unseen, the destruction of Jue Ming Island was concrete, which was too suspicious.

Fan Qingying, upon learning of Jue Ming Island's destruction, would naturally become suspicious, infer that the island lord was dead, and consider the attempt to deceive him reasonable.

After all, what she was about to undertake was no small matter; if an unstable factor slipped in, it would easily spoil things.

But how mysterious is this "transformation" of Chen Zheng?

When he activates it, it resembles the creator's creative Qi, fundamentally altering a person's physique and appearance, even turning the internal magical energy into Jue Ming fierce Qi, utterly incomparable to the myriad illusionary arts of the cultivation world.

Even a Second‑rank Longlife cultivator might not be able to see through Chen Zheng's true form, let alone Fan Qingying.

Sure enough, Fan Qingying stared at Chen Zheng from top to bottom for a while, yet found no flaw.

"It's fine, I was mistaken."

She withdrew her gaze from Chen Zheng, waved her hand to the thieves, signaling them to stand down.

She stood at the bow, her blue robes fluttering, silent and speechless, like a celestial figure from a painting.

The thieves, seeing her silent as if awaiting someone, were all puzzled but dared not utter a word, merely restraining themselves and waiting patiently.

Swish swish swish!

After about a tea's worth of time, four men of indeterminate age, all clad in black and exuding a mysterious aura, slipped from the eerie mist outside the Ink‑Shadow warship and took positions on Fan Qingying's left and right.

"So Fan Qingying was waiting for these four divine beings," Chen Zheng thought as soon as he saw the four black‑clad men.

These four, in both attire and demeanor, were much like the five divine beings he had killed last time.

Moreover, the four were clearly far more powerful than those five divine beings, likely comparable to an Ancient Giant "Divine King".

What is a Divine King?

Among the divine race, those below the Fifth tier of divine power can only be called ordinary warriors.

Those of the Fifth and Sixth tiers may be called Divine Lords.

Only divine beings of the Seventh to Tenth tiers can be called Divine Kings.

As for the divine beings of the Longlife Secret Realm, they are called Divine Emperors.

There are also titles such as Divine Venerable, Divine Emperor, etc., which will not be detailed here.

"Everyone, these four are Mr. Da Tu, Mr. Da Mie, Mr. Da Xuan, and Mr. Da Huang, all Ancient Giants from Mount Sumeru, and also my close friends; I have invited them to act together this time."

Fan Qingying introduced the identities of the four black‑clad men to the puzzled thieves.

"Our operation this time is to seize the Mystic Turtle Pavilion in Wan Gui Sea Market, slaughter all the people from Wan Gui Immortal Island inside, and take the treasures and pills."

"So it's a raid on the Mystic Turtle Pavilion!"

"Great, that Wan Gui Immortal Island, relying on being one of the Ten Paths of Immortal Dao, has summoned all the Free Cultivators on the sea to hunt us down, forcing us to hide for a long time; now we finally get to unleash a burst of foul Qi."

"The Mystic Turtle Pavilion is the largest trading hall in Wan Gui Sea Market; it surely contains many treasures, possibly even rare artifacts. If I could get just one, I'd be thrilled."

One by one the thieves showed excited expressions, rubbing their fists, eager to set off at once to kill and loot.

Fan Qingying raised her hand to silence everyone and continued: "Inside the Mystic Turtle Pavilion there are many strong individuals, and even Wan Qing Shan of the Longlife Secret Realm is stationed there; the pavilion itself is a low‑grade Dao artifact, not easy to seize. Moreover, the pavilion contains a portal linking to Wan Gui Immortal Island; if an invasion occurs, strong reinforcements can be summoned at any time, so later I will disguise myself as a customer to enter the pavilion, destroy the portal, and hold off Wan Qing Shan."

"You will follow the four gentlemen from Mount Sumeru, as well as the second, third, and fourth, and act together, obeying their orders to storm the Mystic Turtle Pavilion."

"Remember, any treasure seized inside the Mystic Turtle Pavilion may not be kept privately; it must be handed over to me afterwards, and I will distribute according to merit! Otherwise, death without mercy!"

Fan Qingying's tone was icy; her pitch‑black, hollow eyes swept over all the thieves, sending a chill down the spines of those with ulterior motives.

"Subordinate obeys!"

The thieves quickly bowed and took the orders.

Fan Qingying gave a slight nod, her figure shifted, and she vanished from the deck, heading toward the Mystic Turtle Pavilion.

Chen Zheng and the thieves followed the four divine gentlemen and three Golden Core realm thieves, flying away from the Ink‑Shadow warship, soon reaching a hidden spot on the sky dome at the edge of Wan Gui Sea Market, awaiting Fan Qingying's good news.

Inside Wan Gui Sea Market the bustle continued, countless warriors and cultivators moving along the wide streets, some entering the Mystic Turtle Pavilion, others trading treasures in various shops.

No one knew that a group of thieves would soon break in to burn, kill, and loot.

During the thieves' waiting period, the four divine gentlemen and the top four thieves divided them into seven squads, each of four to five members, each following an Ancient Giant.

Chen Zheng was assigned to Mie Xing Dao's team and received one hundred triangular objects from him.

According to Mie Xing Dao, although the Mystic Turtle Pavilion artifact is placed there, it was arranged by a Supreme Elder from Wan Gui Immortal Island, linking the three thousand great formations inside the pavilion with the floating continent beneath Wan Gui Sea Market; to forcibly seize it, one would have to shift the entire magical power of Wan Gui Sea Market.

One must realize that Wan Gui Sea Market is a floating continent spanning hundreds of thousands of li; who could possibly move it?

However, there is a way: the triangular objects Chen Zheng received from Mie Xing Dao were specially forged by "Mr. Hen Tian" of Mount Sumeru; placing them on the great formations inside the Mystic Turtle Pavilion can sever the connection between those formations and Wan Gui Sea Market.

At that time the Mystic Turtle Pavilion will be free for the forty thieves to take.

"These divine beings are truly well‑prepared."

Chen Zheng nodded inwardly, resolving that once everyone had completely cut off the three thousand formations inside the pavilion, he would make a grab at the tiger's mouth.

Ideally, he would eliminate all the divine beings and the Golden Core thieves; then, after digesting this haul, he would become terrifyingly powerful.

"How daring!"

As Chen Zheng entertained his dark thoughts, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed through Wan Gui Sea Market, making his eardrums ache.

He hurriedly looked toward Wan Gui Sea Market and saw two figures soaring skyward from the Mystic Turtle Pavilion.

One was Fan Qingying.

The other was a tall, white‑haired elder, none other than Wan Qing Shan, the master of the Mystic Turtle Pavilion and an Ancient Giant of the Longlife Secret Realm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two clashed fiercely in the air, moving so fast that Chen Zheng could barely see them.

That force was fierce and unmatched, as if countless stars were continuously exploding, causing endless fire sparks to burst in all directions.

Wherever each fire spark lands, the sea water and earth there instantly evaporate, leaving black pits dozens of li across.

In Wan Gui Sea City, chaos had already become a tangled mass; countless people were so shocked by this sudden turn of events that their souls seemed to leap out, fleeing wildly.

"Let's go, storm into the Mystic Turtle Pavilion!"

The Four Great Divine Kings and the three Golden Core Great Thieves let out low roars in unison, leading Chen Zheng and the others to rush toward the Mystic Turtle Pavilion.

(End of Chapter)