Chapter 866: Slaughtering All Under Heaven

Although Yang Jian's persona collapsed, his abilities did not.

As he said, Tang Luo's misfortune halo surrounded him, entering a pure streak of bad luck.

In just two minutes, three more pits appeared in the small courtyard, and several leaves mysteriously shattered into seven or eight pieces.

Sharp little stones that had never been noticed before sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Worse still, several lumps of bird droppings fell from the sky, making Tang Luo's expression grow even graver.

Yang Jian laughed happily.

Zhu Bajie and the others wore solemn expressions, practicing the inner observation of nose to heart and, together with the Celestial Hound, researched how to locate the Qi Luck Harvester as quickly as possible.

We can't see anything, and we don't know.

Sun Wukong jumped up and down, like a monkey—no, he actually is a monkey.

It seems he's the one who's the unlucky one.

Of course, he isn't anxious; he's merely curious, wanting to figure out how Tang Luo is so unlucky.

It fully demonstrated what is called "trying to scoop the moon from water."

Tang Luo, meanwhile, fell into deep thought.

Tang Luo said, "Zhu Bajie, gather everyone; we'll decide the Jia family's future."

"All right, Master." Zhu Bajie and the others left.

Tang Luo turned his head to look at the Bagua Furnace.

The whole Bagua Furnace emanated a festive, New Year–like feeling.

As Tang Luo's gaze lingered, the joyous aura suddenly solidified.

"What are you up to?" Yang Jian asked.

"You said I'd be unlucky in this world, right?" Tang Luo stroked his chin and smiled. "If I weren't in this world, wouldn't I avoid misfortune?"

"... Well, the Palm Buddha Kingdom would do." Yang Jian suggested, knowing full well, and thus diverted the trouble eastward.

"No, the Palm Buddha Kingdom is actually part of me; even if I enter it, it's tantamount to being in this world." Tang Luo said, "I'd still be affected."

"But you're inside the Bagua Furnace, and the furnace is in this world, so it's equally affected!" Yang Jian argued firmly.

"It's fine." Tang Luo oh said, "The Bagua Furnace is so sturdy that even if the whole world were smashed into it, it wouldn't matter."

"No, even if the Bagua Furnace—"

"Don't say it!" Tang Luo interrupted Yang Jian's words, "I'll keep you company—aren't you happy?"

"I'm not happy at all!" After Yang Jian's aloof tough-guy persona collapsed, he began to let loose.

"You, you always refuse to tell the truth." Tang Luo shook his head.

"... If you force your way in, you'll break the Bagua Furnace."

"It's just opening a furnace." Tang Luo walked over, opened the hatch on top of the Bagua Furnace, and said, "See, isn't it easy?"

"What's up with this furnace? Not the slightest bit reserved. And the grand formation—why hasn't the protective formation activated on its own?" Yang Jian muttered.

"Want to play chess?"

Tang Luo entered the Bagua Furnace, and the furnace closed.

"I'll give you a chariot, a horse, and a cannon; close your eyes and play against me!"

A few minutes later, Zhu Bajie and the others returned and saw a furnace in the small courtyard, with some bird droppings stuck to it.

It looked quite mottled.

Before anyone could speak, a bolt of lightning struck down, a clear‑sky thunderclap slamming into the Bagua Furnace.

The Bagua Furnace remained completely unharmed.

"Laojun, sorry." After silently saying that in his heart, Zhu Bajie asked, "Master, are you inside?"

"I'm playing chess in here, Old Yang, just holding down the fort." Tang Luo said.

The Bagua Furnace floated up, following behind Zhu Bajie, with leaves occasionally swirling nearby, giving a bleak feeling.

Inside the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the Jia family members all gathered.

Everyone was uneasy; hundreds of thousands of troops, said to gather the strongest martial artists of the age, fell in a single blow before Jia Rong!

Such strength truly could contend with Heaven.

Having reached this point, normally speaking, Tang Luo and company's mission to bring the Jia family to the peak should already be complete.

It's just that they walked a different path from before—a road of dreaded demon lords and great villains that everyone fears.

This wasn't what Tang Luo and the others originally planned; one can only say that the plan indeed couldn't keep up with changes.

Having come this far, "it's the time and fate," and also having fists hard enough.

So, what use is this plan, really?

And the mission wasn't completed, possibly because the appearance of the Qi Luck Harvester caused the final stumbling block to remain unmoved.

After converting the Qi Luck Harvester, the mission would certainly be completed as well.

Tang Luo and company are about to go hunt down the Qi Luck Harvester; first, the Jia family's side in the Number One City under Heaven needs to be arranged.

Arranging it goes quickly, with no difficulty.

First, Tang Luo's status in the Jia family equals that of Heaven; his word is law—what he says goes.

Everyone raised both hands and feet in approval.

The Jia family's follow‑up arrangements aren't complicated; Tang Luo, as the family head, never concerns himself with details, serving merely as a banner.

Tang Luo said he intends to go hunt down "Heaven"; after killing Heaven, he might then leave.

From now on, the head of the Jia family will become Qin Keqing.

That's right—she's Jia Rong's wife, who merely slept with Tang Luo once, without omitting the three‑million‑something Ice Crystal Fairy.

Everyone else does their own jobs, just as before.

The Jia family's women were all remarkably talented; after Tang Luo and the others left, keeping the Jia family from declining was a simple matter.

What's more, Tang Luo and the others would also sweep up any stragglers along the way.

The only thing to worry about is that they might eventually disagree with each other, but that would be far in the future.

For now, everyone remains very united.

Tang Luo doesn't expect everyone to remain close sisters forever; to let the Jia family endure for ages, even the monkeys of Sun Wukong's Flower-Fruit Mountain would fight each other.

After settling their affairs, Tang Luo and the others left immediately.

Inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, Yang Jian's emotions were already somewhat unstable; the Eight Trigrams Furnace was now his abode, and nobody could accept having their home constantly drenched in bird droppings for no reason.

The spots stained by bird droppings were still the windows, not somewhere insignificant like the roof.

Yang Jian, however, had no intention of dealing with it; he simply went into seclusion to heal his wounds—out of sight, out of mind.

Too bad he couldn't.

Since Yang Jian had some authority over the Eight Trigrams Furnace Grand Formation, he was needed to set the furnace in motion.

Otherwise, the Eight Trigrams Furnace would just sit there motionless, like a turtle.

Unless Sun Wukong is willing to shoulder the Eight Trigrams Furnace and walk, nobody else can move it.

The group set out, with the Howling Celestial Dog leading the way, Ao Yu Lie following in dragon form, Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong sitting on Ao Yu Lie's back, too lazy to fly themselves.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace hovered above everyone's heads; occasionally a sudden bolt of heavenly thunder would strike it, becoming a moving backdrop.

Soon, the Howling Celestial Dog led the group to the skies above a mighty city.

This city was where the Grand Ding Shu King Liu Bei resided.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the city was peaceful.

The distance from where Tang Luo had destroyed an army of several hundred thousand was actually only a little over half a day.

Outside the number-one city under heaven, the blaze that had burned all the corpses to ashes had just been extinguished.

The heavily wounded Zhao Yun did not choose to leave, but perished together with the others in the sea of fire.

Daoist Xianyun, however, had fled—Tang Luo had deliberately let him go to spread the news. Along the way he stumbled and managed to get the message out, but it was impossible for it to return so quickly to the fief of the Grand Ding Shu King.

In terms of geography, Liu Bei's territory was the farthest from the number-one city under heaven.

And they received the news the latest.

Now it's still an era of peace and prosperity; the people live and work in contentment.

Inside the prime minister's residence, Zhuge Liang gazed at the chessboard before him, seemingly solving an ancient puzzle that had been passed down.

Before he could place a piece, a strand of hair drifted down first.

Zhuge Liang shook his right hand, and suddenly he had an ominous premonition: this final strand of hair, which clearly should have been able to support a full month, why did it fall prematurely?

He was merely playing chess to relax; he had not overthought things at all.

"Ah Liang, are you there? Ah Liang, I've come to save you."

Just then, Tang Luo's voice came from the sky.

Zhuge Liang's face changed—Jia Rong!

He has appeared here! That means…

His changing expression quickly composed itself; Zhuge Liang calmly rose, walked to the bronze mirror in the corner of his study, straightened his robes, put on his headscarf, opened the study door and stepped out: "I pay my respects—"

He didn't utter the two words "Xuan Zun"; Zhuge Liang stared, stunned, at the Eight Trigrams Furnace descending from the heavens.

As luck would have it, a bolt of lightning also struck it.

What is going on?

"You are a smart person." The Eight Trigrams Furnace landed before Zhuge Liang, and Tang Luo's voice came out: "Do you have any last words?"

"If Xuan Zun permits, I wish to see the Prince one last time." Zhuge Liang said.

"The ruler treats me as a pillar of the state; I shall repay him as such, devoting myself until death!"

"Good." Tang Luo agreed.

Zhuge Liang bade farewell to his family, boarded a carriage, and headed to the Prince's mansion, which exceeded standard specifications.

Half an hour later, a furnace carrying heavenly thunder descended into the Prince's mansion.

In a moment, the Shu King's mansion erupted in raging flames; heroes and villains of the ages, mighty warriors and capable ministers, ambitions and aspirations—all were consumed in this blaze.

Naturally, the will of the fortune-reaper was also buried alongside them.

That night, the Wu King's mansion—the great king, Zhou Yu, and the new Wu King Sun Quan, along with the core strength of Eastern Wu—all perished in the sea of fire.

Next came the Wei King Cao Cao's mansion, and the Grand Ding Imperial City!

In a single night, the upper echelons of the Grand Ding were utterly wiped out, leaving a expanse of charred ruins.

Thereafter, news came that the army of the heavenly demon Jia Rong, which had besieged the number-one city under heaven, had been completely annihilated.

Yet for a time, not even someone who spat blood three liters and cried "Jia Rong has doomed me!" appeared.

Two days later, the imperial capital of Great Yin, which had previously suffered heavy losses, was struck again—this time not by a single punch from the heavenly demon's army breaking the city.

Rather, it was a furnace that came with the effect of heavenly thunder and lightning, smashing the newly rebuilt city walls, charging straight through, and crashing into the palace.

Then, countless heavenly thunderbolts fell from the sky, turning the entire palace into a charred ruin.

Later, someone realized that the furnace came from the number-one city under heaven, from the Jia family.

Great Qian, the imperial city and palace.

Emperor Kaiyuan was drinking tea, appearing calm and undisturbed, yet his hands and the table before him were drenched in scalding tea.

Even his right hand was scalded red, yet he remained unaware.

"Master Mei..." Emperor Kaiyuan looked toward Mei Qingsheng.

Mei Qingsheng looked much older, bearing no trace of the mighty stature of a grandmaster: "As long as Jia Rong is not dead, even if he has only a breath left, I cannot stop whatever he intends to do."

"Then after I die..." Emperor Kaiyuan wanted to leave a last will, but then felt it unnecessary.

The Gu family, I'm afraid, will have no one left alive to inherit the throne.

These days, all the news has gathered into Emperor Kaiyuan's hands.

Like wave after wave of flood striking, by now Emperor Kaiyuan has become numb.

Also clearly realizes the current situation.

He has remained silent on behalf of Great Qian, but Li Lin Dao went there and even died there.

After Great Ding and Great Yin, it's Great Qian's turn.

Whether heavenly beings or heavenly demons, Jia Rong is not a soft-hearted person.

If the world opposes him, then slaughter the whole world!