Chapter 2267: Chapter 2271: Shadowy Father and Son
"Jiang Chen isn’t dead? They actually managed to escape from the assassination attempt by Tong Hai’s four men. It seems that Sang Zhenye is more troublesome than I imagined!"
In a small town tavern around the Tiancong Mountain Range, Zhang Yubo narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a cold icy glint: "In that case, let’s deal with them all together!"
"Do we not need Tong Hai to come?"
A shadowy figure beside Zhang Yubo spoke softly.
"No need, they’re not aligned with us, and because of the matter with Tong Jiang, they’ve developed grudges. If we bring them in this time, it’s uncertain who they’ll assist. But rest assured, once we’ve devoured the Yin Yang Dao Seeds of Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Ling, then it’s their turn! We’ve raised them long enough, they’re fattened and ready for the knife!"
Zhang Yubo’s mouth curved into a bloodthirsty grin, his expression suddenly changing to one of regret and ferocity: "What a pity, that darkness path essence at the Integration Realm Peak of Tong Jiang went to ruins at Changlin Academy. Otherwise, if I could devour him too, my chances of achieving sainthood would be even greater! Damn Changlin Academy!"
The black mist around the shadowy figure quivered slightly, then returned to normal.
"Hei Yuan, if there’s not absolute assurance of victory this time, I won’t take action. The great battle of Canglan City is coming soon. This time, I must obtain that thing. With it, we can gain command in the Extraterritorial Battlefield, and then, isn’t the Primordial Spirit at our disposal to devour?"
Zhang Yubo glanced at Hei Yuan, reaching out to pat his shoulder: "I don’t trust that Nether Kui Snake, so we can’t rely on it. The relationship with Canglan Great Emperor can’t be severed, so this time, it depends on you! Once we get the dao seeds of Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Ling, you and I shall have one each!"
"Thank you, Domain Lord!"
Hei Yuan bent slightly, speaking respectfully, but behind the concealment of the black mist, his eyes revealed a hint of mockery.
One each? You won’t take action, only I would risk my life, and you still want one each?
You don’t trust Master Kui Snake because you have other backups, but I have no backup. I’ve already allowed Master Kui Snake to place a mark on my Primordial Spirit in exchange for greater power.
Presently, if it weren’t for Master Kui Snake still needing you, do you truly think I would listen to you?
Ridiculous! When Master Kui Snake no longer needs you, you will be my meal!
"Alright, you go down now, prepare well, and be ready to take action at any time!"
Zhang Yubo chuckled softly, nodding his head.
"Yes!"
Hei Yuan answered, turned, and walked out of the room.
"Father."
Tang Lin, who came to report, looked at Hei Yuan’s departing figure, whispered: "Can Hei Yuan be trusted?"
"Temporarily, he can be, at least he won’t dare to ruin the matters of the Nether Kui Snake."
Zhang Yubo’s eyes revealed a cold iced glint: "He thinks I don’t know he’s sold even his Primordial Spirit to the Nether Kui Snake for greater power, probably still dreaming of devouring me someday?"
Speaking of this, Zhang Yubo’s eyes grew increasingly cold: "Hehe! Killing Jiang Chen and Sang Zhenye, Changlin Academy will certainly not spare him. Those few guys join forces, even I don’t want to confront their sharpness. He thinks he can rest easy by clinging to the Nether Kui Snake, truly laughable!"
Zhang Yubo paused slightly, mocking in his eyes: "No matter how strong the Nether Kui Snake is, doesn’t it still need to hide? Would it dare appear in front of Canglan Great Emperor or Changling Main Court?"
"Father, I want to personally deal with Jiang Chen!"
Tang Lin’s mouth curled into a sinister grin, his eyes bursting with cold murderous intent.
"No, you must not ruin my plans!"
Zhang Yubo glared fiercely at Tang Lin.
"But, Father..." Tang Lin wanted to argue.
"Shut up!"
Zhang Yubo snapped: "I always tell you, in everything, endure one breath, and you’ll eventually rise. Think about how I, Zhang Yubo, wasn’t willing to marry into the Zhang Family for the Domain Lord position, and even changed my surname? Can’t you endure such trivial matters?"
Tang Lin opened his mouth, not daring to speak further.
He truly understood his father’s temperament, enduring everything for the Domain Lord position, even willing to change his surname. Yet, secretly vicious, harming countless people.
That Shadowless Sword Emperor, wasn’t he lured to a point where not even bones remained?
"You can help block others, that Qin Chaolan, Peng Zhengwei you can block, but absolutely mustn’t touch the blood of Sang Zhenye or Jiang Chen."
Seeing his son silent, Zhang Yubo continued explaining: "There’s no need to talk about Sang Zhenye, Jiang Chen is Hu Yiqiu’s disciple. If your hands are stained with his blood, even if you aren’t the killer, just having attacked him, that lunatic will kill you, might even storm my Domain Lord’s Mansion directly."
"You know the disposition of the Wine Sword Madman, if he goes insane, he wouldn’t even give face to the Great Emperor. He’s the only person on the Changlang Continent who dares refuse the Great Emperor’s invitation!"
"And besides, are you unaware of who backs him? If Hu Yiqiu goes mad, agreeing to join forces with that person for Jiang Chen’s vengeance, you and I would perish! Do you forget the Cheng Family?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Lin trembled slightly, his face turned pale, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, revealing a hue of horror in his eyes.
His mind flashed back to the peculiar move by Elder Tan at the Mingqian Banquet and the inexplicable death of the Cheng Family Head!
The might of a Saint, dreadful as such!
If Hu Yiqiu truly invited Princess Chang to deal with the father and son, then indeed, they wouldn’t even know how they died!
Though greatly wanting to avenge his son personally, the consequences weren’t something he could bear, Tang Lin had to abandon the idea of killing Jiang Chen himself.
"If I can’t kill him personally, then I won’t let him rest easy!"
Sinister glancing appeared in Tang Lin’s eyes.
Zhang Yubo cast one glance at Tang Lin, did not say a word to stop. He trusted Tang Lin to exercise discretion.
After a few more words, Tang Lin rushed back to the Heavenly Sword Sect under the cover of night.
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The back mountain of Heavenly Sword Sect, at the cave residence of Qin Chaolan.
Seeing Jiang Chen again, Lin Yuyan was very excited, chatting with Jiang Chen for quite a while. It was Qin Chaolan noticing Jiang Chen’s unstable aura, seemingly injured, that interrupted Lin Yuyan’s enthusiasm, and they returned to their rooms to rest.
Inside the cave residence were three stone chambers, Qin Chaolan and Lin Yuyan each occupied a room, Hu Yiqiu and Jiang Chen shared another.
Buzz buzz!
At midnight, a tremendous aura emerged from the left stone chamber, filling the entire cave residence.
Crack!
The doors of the other two stone chambers opened, Qin Chaolan and Lin Yuyan emerged.
"Is Brother Jiang about to break through?"
Lin Yuyan looked excitedly at the left stone chamber.
"It seems so. Mr Jiang has indeed turned this misfortune into a blessing!"
Qin Chaolan nodded lightly.
Buzz!
Inside the stone chamber, the momentum rapidly rose, but unexpectedly to Qin Chaolan and Lin Yuyan, when the aura reached an extreme, just about to breach that limit, the momentum halted, and a gentle warm flow emanated from the chamber.
"This... what is he really doing?"
Qin Chaolan frowned lightly, his thoughts turned, showing a hint of astonishment: "That’s the aura of Spiritual Fire, he’s using Spiritual Fire to refine Spiritual Power?!"
"Using Spiritual Fire to refine Spiritual Power?"
Lin Yuyan was slightly taken aback, then joy appeared on her face: "Brother Jiang has also practiced Combat Skills?"
"Seems like it."
Qin Chaolan nodded, lightly called: "Come, let’s rest now, looks like he won’t be done for a while yet!"
"Alright!"
Lin Yuyan nodded, reluctantly casting a glance at the left stone chamber, turning around, stepping towards her room, three times turning back her head.
Seeing Lin Yuyan, and then looking at the left stone chamber, a trace of a mysterious look crossed Qin Chaolan’s eyes, his eyeball shifted, mouth slightly curving upward.
