Xia One felt a surge of frustration and fear as Jayson continued to stoke the flames of conflict rather than seeking peace with Mistress Hana's will."Are you tired of living?" Mistress Hana Will's furious voice pierced Xia One's thoughts, sending a shiver down his spine. He turned and hastily fled the crumbling palace.As the once-grand structure collapsed into a heap of rubble, Xia One, having distanced himself, remained unscathed. Attempting to employ his divine sense proved futile within the forbidden land's confines.Advancing toward the debris, he stood atop the mound, straining to detect any sign of Jayson emerging. Minutes passed, but there was no sight of him."Who are you searching for?" a familiar voice inquired. Xia One glanced up to find Jayson standing several meters away from the wreckage.Racing toward Jayson, relief washed over Xia One "I thought something happened to you."Jayson, too lazy to recount his encounter with Mistress Hana's will, simply gestured towards th
The realm guardian rose swiftly from the spot where he had been flung and clashed once more with the masked man. A deafening boom resounded through the air, shaking the ground beneath their feet. "The realm guardian is no match for the masked man. We have to leave now; he's too dangerous," Xia One said, his voice quivering with fear. Unhappily, Jayson replied, "Do you think I haven't tried to escape? I did, but there's no way out. We came here to find treasure, but all we've found is danger." Another explosion grabbed their attention. They turned to see the masked man hovering in the air, unleashing a series of devastating strikes. Suddenly, streaks of lightning tore across the sky, converging to form a swirling vortex of energy that crackled with power before hurtling toward the masked man. The masked man lashed out with the blood-sword in hand, sending torrents of lightning crackling in every direction. Jayson scrambled across the ground, narrowly evading a bolt of lightning th
As Jayson strode ahead, nearing the gate, Xia One called out urgently, "Jayson!" before hastening to catch up with him. Jayson halted and pivoted, regarding Xia One with a quizzical expression. "Why are you stopping me?" he inquired. "Mr. Jayson, perhaps it would be wiser for you to accompany me to my residence first," Xia One proposed, a genial smile fixed on his face. "Given our recent exploits in the forbidden land, it might attract unwanted attention if you head to your usual inn. The whole of Xia City is abuzz with rumours about our exploits." After a moment of contemplation, Jayson acquiesced. "Very well." The Xia One family's strong guards would easily handle any covetous cultivators seeking to lay claim to their treasures; Jayson had no qualms about accepting their protection for free. As they passed through the city gate, the anticipated celebratory welcome was conspicuously absent. Xia One had already activated his family's signal earlier, scanning the faces of the bust
Jayson scanned the courtyard and spotted a group of swordsmen kneeling before a cadre of powerful cultivators. It was a testament to the Xia family's enduring strength as rulers of Xia City. A short, bald man hurried over and called out, "Young master, your father requests your presence in his library." "Look after my friend," Xia One instructed before striding away. Led by the bald butler, Jayson was escorted to the dining room, where he was attended to by a bevy of elegant servers. After devouring his meal, he was guided to the garden, where Xia One sat in silent contemplation by a tranquil lake. The bald butler discreetly stepped back as Jayson approached and took a seat beside Xia One. "What's on your mind?" he inquired. Xia One fell into a thoughtful silence before addressing Jayson. "I've been considering a plan to eliminate all the members of the aristocratic families. It's simple really: I can't stand those people. They're greedy, domineering, and utterly unreasonable. The
"The time has come for all of you to meet your end," declared the masked man in a deliberate, ominous tone. Suddenly, the roof of the hall was torn away, revealing the open sky. With a swift motion, the masked man thrust his weapon skyward, unleashing a powerful sword ray that tore through the hall, claiming the life of one of the aristocratic family heads. Sensing the imminent danger, one of the family heads urged the others to unite and launch a combined attack. They knew that facing the masked man individually would only result in their swift demise. In a display of solidarity, the eight remaining family heads joined forces, creating a protective barrier. The masked man gazed silently at the formidable shield, gripping his blood-soaked sword until a dark mist enveloped it. With a single decisive strike, a shadowy sword ray shattered the protective seal, leaving the eight family heads vulnerable to the masked man's next assault. The eight family heads were sent tumbling through t
One of the mysterious trio silently extended his hands and began to discern Jayson's whereabouts with a grave expression etched on his face. After a lengthy hour, he heaved a sigh and remarked, "I could not detect his divine mark in the wheel of fate; it appears that he has slipped into non-existence." Another member of the mysterious trio spoke slowly, "The individual aiding him possesses great power." They remained in place for more than ten minutes, motionless, before seamlessly blending into the environment as if they had never existed to begin with. After the Old Taoist Fairy escorted Jayson away, he led him to a tranquil meadow. "Welcome to my abode, where you will encounter others akin to myself," the Old Taoist Fairy announced before humming a cheerful tune, clearly in high spirits. Jayson let out an exasperated sigh as he reluctantly trailed behind the loquacious Old Taoist, who boasted, "My people are truly extraordinary; we are revered as the sorcerer's race, with the ab
"I have a solution; no need to worry," reassured the Monkey Lord soul figurine. As Monkey Lord opened his eyes, he extended his arms and manipulated the space before him, instantly traversing thousands of kilometres without physically moving. Upon arriving in the nearest town, he forgot to revert to his true form and approached a woman drawing water from a well. "Good day, madam. Might I trouble you for a cup of ice-cold water?" Monkey Lord asked with a friendly smile. The woman's eyes widened in shock, then filled with horror as she dropped the bucket and cried out, "Thief!" before fleeing toward the town. Puzzled by the woman's reaction, Monkey Lord furrowed his brow and used his hands to scoop water from the well. His frown deepened as he realized that hundreds of divine senses had honed in on him. Soon, a furious and bloodthirsty crowd charged toward him. "Fuck!" Jayson's soul figurine muttered in shock before instructing Monkey Lord's soul figurine to flee as soon as possible
After some hesitation, Jayson decided to follow them to discover who they were referring to as his father. The Monkey Lord, seizing the chance to visit a prestigious two-tier city palace, shamelessly tagged along while offering advice to Jayson. "My Prince," he said, "I am at your service as an advisor. If you ascend to the throne, I am willing to take on the role of prime minister. It's a daunting responsibility, but I am prepared to carry it for you." With a rueful sigh, the Monkey Lord appeared as someone who was making a great sacrifice for his country, unconcerned by his own disadvantages. Jayson rolled his eyes and extinguished the Monkey Lord's aspirations with a blunt retort: "Stop dreaming; I have no intention of becoming a prince or king." The two of them were then escorted into a royal chariot, which carried them to the exclusive teleportation portal at the city's east gate. There are two teleportation portals in the city; one is only used by the nobles, while the other ca