Chapter 322: Another Heaven Grade! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 322: Another Day Step! (Please vote for the moon ticket)

A spear thrusts out.

A thunder dragon descends from the horizon.

Two antlers slant towards the void, the dragon's mouth wide open, a faint dragon ball hidden within.

Radiant, its might awe-inspiring.

Looking back, Yan Jingchen seemed to have been frightened, standing still, tilting his head straight to gaze at the thunder dragon.

Precisely, he was looking at the "Bee" that had devoured his poisonous might.

A faint murmur echoed: "Beyond Wumeng Mountain, the Thunder Dragon appears in the mortal world…"

Boom! Sizzle! The thunder dragon crashed down on Yan Jingchen, sparks flying in an instant.

The concentrated spear intent within it burst forth, shattering mountains, extinguishing forests, and when it landed on the Red River, the waters erupted, fish and shrimp leaping.

After a while.

The sounds gradually subsided.

The lingering toxic miasma dissipated, the scent of earth and vegetation grew more vivid.

Chen Yì hovered in mid-air, looking below.

Yan Jingchen stood still, tilting his head, meeting his gaze.

Pei Zhe, Li Yunzou, and others had long since retreated several li, joining Pei Qian and Blue Lian to gaze at the devastated battlefield.

Staring silently, they could not speak.

Even those in the distance, Zhang Daba and others, tightly held their startled horses and camels, gazing this way.

"Surely… the boss…" Liu Lang leaned against the tracks of a cart, his eyes revealing some admiration.

Though his cultivation and techniques were weaker than Chen Yì, Yan Jingchen, and others, the fluctuations in the surrounding heavens and earth were so vast that he felt them clearly.

The gun path like a rainbow, the fist path like a blade.

He merely gazed from afar, his eyes stinging from the golden and white fluorescence, tears welling up.

Zhang Daba heard the sound, turning back in surprise: "Liu Brother, you’re awake, feeling good… Huh? Why are you crying?"

"Not that… the boss avenged you, moved you?" Liu Lang glared at him, cursing, "Get lost, you old bastard, I… I…"

His proud sword path was complete… No, he had already stepped halfway into the perfected realm, it was hard to explain the truth.

"You’re right, I’m really moved, the boss… Anyway, a soldier dies for his ally."

"From now on, in life I’m a member of Bai Caotang, in death I’m Bai Caotang’s ghost."

They sincerely admired.

"The eldest brother is right, the boss is clearly a man of accomplishment. Even if we don’t fly or reach success, at least in this lifetime, it’s worth it."

Too bad, the master and Shen’s master have to protect the Xiao family, otherwise…

"Shut your stinking mouth, didn’t Xiao’s master tell you? If the master knows what we’ve done, she’ll have us skinned alive!"

"We must keep our mouths shut, seal our words like a bottle, otherwise…"

"Yes, yes, yes…"

This side, the noise and merriment were because in their eyes, Chen Yì had slain the current leader of the Five Poison Sect, Yan Jingchen, reaching the pinnacle.

But in Chen Yì’s view, it was merely taking advantage of an opportunity.

Or rather, Yan Jingchen was weaker than he had imagined.

With a cultivation level of Erpin, his fist technique was complete, along with those poisonous insects and elixirs… In theory, he shouldn’t have been this weak.

Even if Chen Yì now had a cultivation level of Sipin, his gun and body paths complete, his step and fist techniques perfected, he should only be able to bridge two major realms.

It was impossible to slay Yan Jingchen so easily.

Chen Yì looked at the bug in the air, could it be it?

When the Falling Dragon Spear had just struck, he noticed Yan Jingchen was frozen, as if under the pressure of the world’s spiritual energy.

He waited a while, Yan Jingchen still had no sound or breath.

Pei Zhe, Pei Qian, and others were about to advance, but Chen Yì first raised a hand, signaling: "Step back."

Pei Zhe slightly changed his expression, glanced at Yan Jingchen, then opened his hands to block Pei Qian and others from advancing.

"Uncle San?" "He said so." Pei Qian nodded, waved his hand to summon the bug "Bee" flapping its wings in mid-air.

Chen Yì didn’t explain further, his eyes on Yan Jingchen flashed.

Under the art of breathing,

Yan Jingchen’s spiritual energy indeed vanished, the true essence in the three major meridians and sea cavities slowly dispersed back to the world.

His mortal body also shattered under that spear, his internal organs had varying degrees of damage, his meridians completely severed, the remnants of the spear’s intent lingering within.

He was truly dead.

Yet Chen Yì still felt something was amiss, so he silently stared at Yan Jingchen’s "corpse."

One breath, two breaths… A minute, two minutes… He confirmed—Yan Jingchen wasn’t dead!

If he were dead, his opportunity should have come by now.

"Is he faking death?" Chen Yì raised his wrist, and fired a spear.

Golden light coalesced into a straight line, piercing Yan Jingchen’s chest, shattering his heart.

Even so, Yan Qingchen stood motionless in place.

Chen Yi smiled faintly at his corner, one hand gripping his gun, and struck him repeatedly.

Each bullet, one after another, shattered Yan Qingchen’s body, and before he could blink, his limbs were gone, half his chest missing as well.

Chen Yi stared at the faint breath still pulsing within the intact skull, scoffing, “Still planning to keep pretending?”

“This doesn’t befit a true master of the sect at all.”

“Ah…”

The corpse-like Yan Qingchen lay among the rubble and stones, letting out a long, weary sigh, his dead eyes regaining a flicker of life.

“How did you discern my ‘Golden Cicada Shedding Its Shell Technique’?”

He had employed this method because earlier, the poison within him had been devoured by parasitic insects, forcing him to endure that bullet.

Secondly, he harbored hope, seeking a chance to ambush Chen Yi.

Yet he was discovered from the very start.

Chen Yi, unaware of his intentions, shook his head:

“Even if I couldn’t see it, the mountain clan’s hatred for your poison sect would never let them proceed unprepared.”

Pei Ze and Pei Qian finally understood his meaning.

Especially Pei Ze.

He glared at Yan Qingchen, who feigned death in a desperate escape, squeezing out a single word:

“You brat!”

No wonder, after all, the Yan Qingchen who was certain of his death had somehow survived—he still harbored such a technique.

Still, anger flared, but Chen Yi’s words struck true.

Though he hadn’t clearly known Yan Qingchen’s plan to feign death, he had resolved to grind him into ash, to appease his two sons’ souls in the afterlife.

Pei Qian and Li Yunhou said nothing, but Blue Yan Mi seethed with rage, cursing the brat: “Disgraceful!”

Had it not been for Chen Yi and Pei Ze here, others might have fallen victim to Yan Qingchen’s scheme.

Chen Yi glanced at Yan Qingchen, then stepped beside him.

With the “Looking at Qi Technique,” he saw Yan Qingchen’s spirit energy rapidly circulating within his meridian and dantian after awakening.

Additionally, some minute things spread outward with the qi, like countless invisible insects crawling through his meridians.

In just two breaths, Yan Qingchen’s wounds began to heal, his severed limbs twitching, bones and flesh knitting together.

Chen Yi studied him for a moment, raising an eyebrow: “These are poison insects?”

Before Yan Qingchen could answer, Chen Yi’s bullet pierced the wound in his chest, pulling it out with a chunk of flesh.

Strangely, the tiny insects clinging to the flesh instantly perished.

Yan Qingchen watched his action, his body writhing in pain, his face twisted: “Don’t waste your effort.”

“The treasures I forged would never let others take them, right?”

“Indeed.”

Chen Yi was about to fire another bullet to crush his head, when he paused, asking:

“Who suggested you all come here?”

Yan Qingchen sneered, turning his head away: “Kill or mutilate—we’ll obey whatever you decide.”

“Kill?”

“Originally, I intended to end you with one bullet, but now I’ve changed my mind.”

Chen Yi waved to Pei Ze and others, asking: “If you don’t speak up, I’ll make no secret of who sent you here—Liu Hong.”

“He had agents in the grain transport, learning of the grain trade scheduled for tonight, which led to your attack.”

Yan Qingchen’s face darkened: “How did you know?”

“Not to mention here—those who poisoned the citizens of the capital city were also his doing, weren’t they?”

Chen Yi spoke of his own accord, then fired bullet after bullet into Yan Qingchen’s wounded limbs.

Chunks of newly grown flesh and blood were blown away, extinguishing the insects clinging to them.

Yet he left Yan Qingchen’s chest untouched, not using silver needles to seal his meridian points, letting his chest’s flesh and organs repair fully.

Yan Qingchen sensed his intent, growling venomously:

“If I live, you and all beneath me shall die!”

Chen Yi continued his actions without hesitation, and only when Pei Ze and others arrived did he speak:

“This man is of great use—I ask you to guard him for now.”

Pei Ze was about to agree, but upon seeing Yan Qingchen’s condition, he signaled to Pei Qian:

“You decide.”

Pei Qian, knowing his grudge against Yan Qingchen, thought for a moment: “If the lord commands, we cannot refuse.”

“Though he’s in this state, leaving him alive might…”

Chen Yi understood, nodding: “Wait a moment.”

Pei Qian and others agreed.

In no time, Yan Qingchen’s chest wounds had healed, and Chen Yi thrust several silver needles into his chest, palm, and dantian, sealing his major meridian points.

The once-active poison insects perished entirely.

Seeing this, Chen Yi confirmed his theory, then pressed another silver needle into the points before and behind Yan Qingchen.

Yan Qingchen glared: “Even in death, I won’t let you escape, old man!”

Chen Yi glanced at him: “You’ll never get the chance.”

At that moment, golden light blazed forth—

[Refused Yan Qingchen’s leadership of the Five Poison Sect’s assault on Liu Lang; captured Yan Qingchen, killing over half the Five Poison Sect…]

[Reward: Flower Palm skill ascends to Celestial Stage, opportunity +282.]

[Evaluation: To the people, known by reputation, the scene was grand, performance commendable.]

Chen Yi glanced at the message, then shot Yan Qingchen toward Pei Ze, saying:

“There are still some Five Poison Sect members in the capital—please see to their elimination.”

Pei Ze lifted Yan Qingchen’s head with one hand, grinning: “My lord, rest assured—we’ll deal with him, and the rest pose no threat.”

Pei Qian looked at Yan Qingchen, quietly pocketing the buzzing insect.

This time, he’d descended from the mountain with his clan’s treasure, intending to exterminate the Five Poison Sect.

Yet, before his turn came, they’d already been dealt with by the man before him.

After some idle chatter.

Blue Yan Ni pointed at the corpses on the ground and said, "Brother-in-law, can I take them all with me too?"

Chen Yiwei raised an eyebrow, "Brother-in-law?"

"You're the one Luo Lu's sister fancied, calling you 'brother-in-law' isn't too far off, is it?"

Chen Yiwei laughed hollowly, this girl probably doesn't know that Pei Menglü also calls him 'brother-in-law.'

However, he didn't explain much, just agreed, letting Blue Yan Ni handle those corpses as she pleased.

"Thank you, brother-in-law."

Pei Qian glanced at the eager Blue Yan Ni, his eyes then drifting to Chen Yiwei, he coughed, "Sister, cough, cough..."

"Uh, things are urgent, I'll head back to the city first."

He wasn't as young as Blue Yan Ni, and honestly couldn't bring himself to say 'younger brother-in-law.'

Chen Yiwei, guessing what was going on, smiled lightly and nodded, "Thanks for your hard work, everyone."

After Pei Ze and others took Yan Rong and the corpses away, Chen Yiwei went to where Zhang Dabao and others were.

He looked them over, then waved his hands, using "Yi Qi Ya Zhen."

Silver needles rained down on the wounded, quickly restoring their injuries.

Only the most severely wounded Liu Lang leaned weakly against the tire tracks, his expression eager to rise.

Just as Chen Yiwei finished treating the others, he put away the needles, as if forgetting about him, and spoke:

"The refugees outside Dongcheng Gate are in dire straits. With nightfall, we should first send some grain to Linzhuang."

Zhang Dabao and Jin Peng and others nodded in agreement.

Chen Yiwei gave a few more orders, then turned to leave.

Liu Lang couldn't hold back any longer, quickly spoke, "Boss, boss, I'm still here, I... I'm still injured..."

Chen Yiwei stopped, turned his head to look at him, expression suddenly realizing, "Almost forgot."

Liu Lang let out a relieved laugh, "Boss, you're busy, don't rush..."

Just as he finished speaking, Chen Yiwei darted away, "Since that's the case, you just hold on then."

"Rest assured, you won't die."

Liu Lang's smile froze on his face, staring blankly at the figure that had just vanished in the distance, somewhat caught off guard.

A while later.

He turned his head to Zhang Dabao, puzzled, asking, "Am I offending the boss somehow?"

Zhang Dabao suppressed a smile, his body trembling slightly, saying, "Should... there not be?"

"Then, why did he leave me untreated?"

"I almost died under those old poisons before."

"Liu, don't think too much, maybe the boss is just testing you."

"Testing? Testing me? My God, I've never been tested like having half my meridians severed before."

"Is that not so?"

"You bastard..."

After a few breaths.

Chen Yiwei came to the Red River bank.

Tonight, he only saw Yan Rong and others attacking Liu Lang and their group, but didn't encounter Lin Zhenghong.

So he followed the tire tracks.

Indeed, he found a pile of corpses here, including Lin Zhenghong.

Chen Yiwei scanned the area, confirmed no survivors, then stood by the Red River, looking towards the city.

After thinking, he suddenly laughed, "The Liu family?"

These corpses had no poison, but a bolt from a military crossbow, clearly indicating someone else killed Lin Zhenghong.

Just so.

The Liu family came to block the road, their goal probably in vain.

Trying to catch a white wolf with empty hands?

Heh, too late!

After a while.

Chen Yiwei sneaked into the city, where half the city was bright and bustling, lights shining.

In the distance, some noisy sounds could be heard.

"Quick, open the door!"

"Your Excellency, what are you doing? It's late at night... do you know my family's lord's identity?"

"Regardless of identity, human lives are paramount, move aside!"

The same scene played out across the city, some cooperating, some not.

They argued and shouted, soon turning into panic, fear, mixed with some crying out.

Compared to when Xiao Wan'er was taken by Du Canghe, this was even more chaotic.

The city guards, officials, and soldiers outside the city were all mobilized.

Fully armed, even their faces were covered with damp cloths.

The city's medical practitioners from the pharmacy were all forcibly conscripted, preparing medicinal materials or accompanying officials to various parts of the city.

Seeing this, Chen Yiwei realized Xiao Laotai had acted.

"Ah, water can carry a boat, but also capsize it..."

This simple truth, some people don't understand.

Even if they don't understand, they even attempt to poison others to satisfy their selfish desires.

Their crimes deserve execution!