Chapter 176: About to Crash?

"Brother, after such difficulty we can finally come to the Human World and act at will."

"How about… we have some fun first and then go back?"

Snap!

"Ouch, why are you hitting me?"

"Just messing with you, you think the one we're after this time is a minor character? Hurry and take them back; maybe they'll grant us a few days off...."

"Got it, got it. Isn't listening to you, big brother, enough?"

Two people stepped out of the Xiao Xu Tong at the street corner.

One was tall and thin, his complexion as pale as paper, a faint smile at the corner of his lips, dressed in immaculate white robes, thoughtfully rubbing his chin.

The other was broad‑shouldered and stout, short, with dark skin, clad in black, currently covering his head and pressing a swollen lump on the right side of his skull back down.

It was dusk now, the setting sun stretching their shadows long.

They walked along the street; pedestrians hurried by, and no one cast curious glances at them.

The two kept moving forward, eventually stopping in front of an ordinary residence.

The fair‑faced man surveyed the house, his brows slightly furrowed: "It's not here."

He turned his head to the dark‑faced man and said, "Give it a sniff and find where it is."

The dark‑faced man nodded: "Alright."

As soon as the words fell, his form suddenly changed, turning into a sleek, entirely black dog.

The black dog sniffed the ground, then darted toward the right‑front.

The fair‑faced man followed closely behind.

After crossing several streets, the view cleared—a luxurious standalone villa appeared before them.

The black dog reverted to human shape, smacking his lips: "This guy knows how to enjoy himself."

The fair‑faced man said calmly, "Alright, no more chatter, let's go."

He was about to step forward when his movement suddenly stalled.

The villa's gate opened slowly, and dozens emerged—Cultivators, Daoists, Clergy, monks, nuns… a full spectrum of people.

They wore expressionless faces, like marionettes on strings.

The leading Daoist spoke, "Prince wants us to tell you he bears no ill will; he only wishes to establish a sect here."

The Daoist's voice was flat: "Is that also unacceptable? This is not an act meant to harm others."

"Please leave."

"Heh~" the dark‑faced man sneered, "Establish what sect? Think we're fools?"

"Foreign intruders, daring to come without our permission, that's already an affront!"

"Do you know this is smuggling?! Illegal!"

He stepped forward, his voice suddenly stern: "Tell him to get out, and leave with us decently!"

"Otherwise, if we resort to force, he'll be haunted by wailing ghosts!"

The Daoist gave no reply, but slowly raised his hand.

In the next moment, everyone under control raised their weapons, pointing them at their own throats!

"If you don't leave, we will kill ourselves."

"........" the dark‑faced man was instantly at a loss for words. These were innocent people, many bearing merit, clearly the benevolent type.

He looked at the fair‑faced man, his already dark face growing even gloomier: "That damn thing actually threatens us."

"Brother, what should we do?"

The fair‑faced man gave no reply, only signaled something with his eyes.

The dark‑faced man instantly understood and said,

"Don't make a move, we..............."

Before the words finished—

Clang!

A rod instantly materialized in each of their hands!

The fair‑faced man's rod was as white as snow, the dark‑faced man's as black as ink.

The two rods collided violently, emitting a shrill sound as mournful as wailing ghosts.

Wooo—Aooo—!

The sound wave spread like a solid, causing the controlled people to freeze simultaneously, their gazes momentarily dazed.

In that instant—

The fair‑faced man moved like lightning, pointing his rod at the brows of the crowd!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Each time he struck, a wisp of black vapor rose from the top of a controlled person's head.

The dark‑faced man swung his rod, dispersing all the emitted black vapor.

Within a few breaths, dozens collapsed to the ground, the black vapors in their eyes having vanished!

The dark‑faced man hoisted the mourning rod onto his shoulder and shouted toward the villa,

"See what tricks you still have! Come out quickly! Don't make it hard for the two of us."

The moment his words ended, heavy footsteps echoed from deep within the villa— thud, thud, thud, each step laden with deliberate pressure.

The dark‑faced man, not tolerating him, said outright, "What are you pretending? Do you think you're your own father?"

"Prince is still a Prince, yet you try to copy others' deterrent power?"

The footsteps suddenly halted, then became hurried and chaotic.

A young man appeared at the doorway, his face so gloomy it could drip water: "You think I wanted to leave heavily?"

"It's not the first time I've come here; I'm just not used to your 'qi'!"

The black-faced man waved his hand indifferently: "This has nothing to do with us."

"Since you've come out, let's go with us for a trip."

The young man shook his head firmly: "No."

His eyes flickered with fervent light:

"I said it—I will establish a teaching here! I will accomplish something greater than my father's!"

"........." the black-faced man asked: "Have you ever heard a saying?"

"What?"

"Not fearing that descendants will be drunk on paper and gold, but fearing that descendants will prove themselves."

"Stop messing around; you're throwing away your father's face."

Upon saying that.

The young man's eyes instantly bloodshot, his body trembling slightly from anger.

A terrifying pressure condensed around him, the air around the villa beginning to twist:

"If you don't do it, how will you know whether you'll fail?!"

"You lot who only deny others' efforts."

His voice low, red light flaring in his eyes: "Let's all become my puppets!"

Before his words fell, the young man flung his arms wide!

Boom——!!

Heaven-covering darkness erupted instantly, like a substantive tide swallowing the Black and White Impermanence whole!

Countless twisted tentacles stretched from the darkness, wrapping around their limbs and necks, carrying corrosive black mist, madly eroding their protective light.

The black-faced man struggled desperately, yet found these dark tentacles extraordinarily tough—even his divine power could not break free!

"How strong is this kid?!"

"Big brother! It feels like we're about to capsize!"

"Shall we use the True Lord Order?!"

The white-faced man's ever-present smile finally vanished; he was about to nod and say "use the True Lord Order" when—

A lazy voice suddenly sounded from the darkness:

"Yo, there are so many people here?"

The darkness was torn open like a curtain by an invisible hand, and Yu Lin sauntered in, still holding a roasted goose leg.

It looked just like a local resident heading home.

"Yu Lin?!"

"Yu Lin?!"

Two voices rang out.

The young man and the black-and-white pair spoke at once, obviously they also knew Yu Lin!

Yu Lin tossed the bone he had finished eating into a nearby trash can, then nodded and said:

"It's me."