Chapter Forty-Six: Tear Down His Pharmacy for Me

“Well, well, Su, you and your son are really something. I haven’t seen any sign of you two for years, and it turns out you’ve been lying low just to deal with me here.”

The sudden appearance of Su Boyong and Su Zhongfan left Wu Qihao so furious he felt as if his soul would leave his body. He had thought that, after snatching away the Su family’s business, those two had already given up the fight.

But now...

When we reached the stone bridge, Wulin and I switched places. He carried the lecherous Zhao on his back, while I led the way. The water under the bridge still surged violently, rumbling as it flowed into the sea cave.

“There’s no such thing as noble or ignoble in this. If you were in my place, you’d have done the same. Let’s not speak of him anymore, whether he became a Dao Sovereign or not. Su Yan, remember this: the higher your cultivation, the broader your perspective. Many things you couldn’t understand before will become clear as day once you reach a high enough realm.

Even fields unreachable by the Venerables. Unless your cultivation is strong enough—unless you reach the level of a Saint Sovereign—no one has the right to set foot there.

The crisis before us is grave. Liao Dongfeng pondered over everything he’d experienced. Xuan Feng had followed him to find the phantom soul that possessed the sacred artifact. He’d learned all the details of the Divine Prison and the killing mechanisms. It seemed that she had prepared thoroughly; that was likely why she chose to act now.

Meng Bai cast a cold glance at the young genius, his eyes turning icy. He raised his right hand, extended his forefinger, and tapped the air where the young genius stood.

Qin Lingxue slowly brought her gesture to a halt, her astonished eyes falling warily upon the treasured sword in her hand.

Dongcheng County’s development to its current state owed everything to Ma Xiaoyao. In other words, without his tireless efforts, Dongcheng County would not be what it was today.

The colossal beast’s crimson eyes glared at the golden-armored human powerhouse, who was now less than fifty thousand kilometers away and nearly ten thousand kilometers tall. There was not the slightest hint of composure in the beast’s gaze.

“Mom, are you done yet? I can’t wait any longer!” the young man said impatiently.

There was a metallic clang, and the force of the violent collision numbed the man’s tiger’s mouth with its rebound.

As the red crystal was crushed, a cloud of crimson mist shot upward, instantly coalescing into a red figure.

Once the sea of consciousness is opened, the soul’s power can be continually nurtured, accelerating its growth and strength.

“Mr. Toyotomi, what’s the word from above?” asked an extraordinary woman with a slender waist and voluptuous curves, speaking in Japanese with a delicate voice. Her name was Tokugawa Kyoko, hailing from the mysterious Tokugawa family of Wa Country.

“In addition, report the quantity of these blue spirit stones to Spirit Emperor Island and store them separately,” the Heavenly Martial God instructed before turning away and heading back to the island.

“Eyebrows…” Ling Tianyu frowned slightly. He had seen these eyebrows somewhere before—they seemed very familiar.

Weapons from a super-era? Yi Ping had heard of them. Archaeological discoveries had unearthed weapons technology from the nuclear war era, much of which surpassed what existed today. Though that age had passed more than two thousand years ago, people still couldn’t unravel the workings of some of those weapons.

Vashak understood Bayelot’s intentions perfectly. He knew that Bayelot would eventually transfer him from the front lines; he just hadn’t found a suitable excuse until now. This was the perfect opportunity.

“Yes.” The two Heavenly Martial Gods cupped their fists, stepped to the portal in the void, leaped in, and the portal vanished behind them.

“You may leave now.” The Emperor of Southern Yi locked eyes with Ling Tianyu, signaling his men to withdraw. From the look in the True Martial Saint Sovereign’s eyes, he understood there was something to discuss privately.

The voice was carried by spiritual force, so within tens of millions of miles, not a soul could hear it.