Chapter 499: Top Saint
Translator: Alsey Editor: Chrissy
"Yaoyao... Ignore him."
A weak voice came from that head with the grizzled hair and beard in the jug. Unexpectedly, he was still alive.
The reason that his voice was able to be transmitted wasnât because the old man had retained his power to this day, but because that young Xilin saintâs power was too strong.
This was still a reflection of the heavensâa method of divine manifestation.
That jug actually wasnât outside of Earth. Just like this gentle and reserved man, it was millions and millions of kilometers away.
"Heh heh, Uncle Ming, Iâm sorry. I see your whole life has been tiring. Youâve always been rushing about all over the place and always thinking about avenging the departed. Tell me, how many can you kill alone? Needing to still be in hiding is no better than living comfortably at my side."
The feminine man spoke lazily. He was unperturbed towards everything, and an indifferent smile hung on his face as he stared at the head in the jug.
"Wei Heng, back then as I watched you grow up together with Yaoyao, I saw your cleverness, your unique talents, and your ability to leave the heavens breathless. I was very happy and gratified. I never could have predicted that you would change like this one day and brandish a butcherâs knife at me."
The old man with only his head remaining in the jar let out a sigh. Talking about hate was out of the question. His muddy eyes were filled with traces of vicissitude as he watched the feminine man, Wei Heng, with great sadness.
Earth, Eastern Sea.
As soon as Chu Feng heard these kinds of words, he felt as though his scalp was about to explode and his burned with boundless flames of anger. Even if this saint named Wei Heng was exceptional for a whole era back then, his intentions were malicious.
Wei Heng was not at all unfamiliar with this old man. He was a benevolent senior who had watched him grow up, and one could tell from Uncle Mingâs words that back in those days he treated those kids quite well.
In the end, this Wei Heng unexpectedly became like this. Not only did he cut off the old manâs head, he even marinated it in salt. It made peopleâs hair stand up in anger!
"Oh, Uncle Ming, donât say that Iâve forgotten it all. I studied the Eastern Mist Purple Finger with you in my youth. However, that was it. You were Yaoyaoâs old servant and always thought yourself to be loyal and dedicated, yet now you are rebelling against great powers. Look at the state of the mother star! Aside from my Xilin race becoming more and more prosperous and being respected by all the races, what of Earthâs other orthodoxies? Theyâve all been wiped out. Yes, now the mother star is recovering, but for what purpose? Even the splendid period was no good, let alone the present! Itâs unpleasant to hear, but your two or three cats are tiny individuals with no power. Theyâre all petty and low insects. I casually dispatched a descendant, and they destroyed all of them!"
Wei Heng still spoke in a relaxed manner and the corners of his mouth were held in a cold smile. He didnât care at all.
Next, he said, "Uncle Ming, for so many years you played nothing more than a role of false bravado. Every time there was a crisis on certain mother stars, you and a few others would jump out and create some commotion scare others, making people think that Uncle Sagemaster still lives and will return in the end. However, I clearly saw that this was the embodiment of a guilty conscience. I knew once the sagemaster had been sleeping for several years that heâd most likely passed on and will never appear again. Heh heh, Uncle Ming, youâve grown old, so stop repeating this over and over again. Stay by my side for now and see if Yaoyao will come. Alas, although it has been so many years, I am still deeply devoted to Yaoyao and am waiting for her. Since she has not died, naturally I must see her."
"Wei Heng, right now youâre so grim and merciless that I donât even recognize you. Back then your innate talents were exceptional. Even the strongest disciples from the ten greatest stars werenât necessarily as strong as you! Our hearts were filled with such hope for you. We wished that you, Yaoyao, and that other child would grow up together and illuminate the heavens, but youâve broken our hearts..."
The old manâs head in the jug was grizzled and bloodstained, and his muddy eyes were filled with suffering and heartache. The descendent he had thought so highly of was unexpectedly like this.
"That other person is even more calm and heartless than I am. If I were him, if I were Yaoyaoâs fiance, perhaps in those days I would act on impulse. Perhaps I would go kill the enemies and wouldnât leave with the Xilin army. Oh, fortunately, it was not so. Uncle Ming, you have said all you need to. Now, go rest."
Wei Hengâs look was cold and detached as he closed the jugâs lid and thoroughly sealed the old saint within, pickling him.
"What a brute! Not only did he go so far as to attack his first teacher, he did it so cruelly. Seems like the Xilin army is excessively ruthless. Itâs the headquarters of vicious people!
Chu Feng clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth in anger. He really wanted to punch Wei Heng into pieces. This person had the look of someone who remained calm and composed amidst the chaos. He looked so lazy yet was capable of such extreme evil!
The other people on the island did not dare comment. Although they had come from the outer-realms and were of powerful orthodoxies, they didnât want to offend the Xilin race.
This was because they were an extremely formidable race and incomparably dazzling. Although they were only a branch during Earthâs previous years, today they were consistently ranked close to the top one hundred. Their successive generations had all produced saints with innate talents were so good that nothing could be said. They were indeed terrifying!
In those years, the few leaders of the Xilin army were all firm and resolute killers. They took responsibility for waging war against foreign powers and were the sharpest butcher knives. In the end, when they were counterattacked, they were still as fierce as ever.
There were accounts that those leaders were still aliveâtruly unfathomable!
As for Wei Heng, although back then he was called the Ninth under the starry skies and took the entire starry skies by storm, he still hadnât attained sainthood. He was an expert of the Xilin armyâs second generation.
Nowadays, mentioning the Xilin race would rarely lead people to recall old affairs of the past; all they would think of is their powerful lineage and extraordinary innate talents. They were a race with extremely frightening potential.
"Yaoyao, youâre truly heartless. Why havenât you come out yet? I miss you so much. Oh, even if you donât want to see me, donât you want to see Uncle Ming? Heâs worked so hard for so many years and has grown old so quickly. Even though heâs a saint, his wounds are so serious that his life will soon dry up."
Wei Heng spoke with a slight smile as he transmitted toward Mount Longhu.
"Oh, last time the starcore turtle lineage lost eight divine eggs. That must have been Uncle Mingâs doing, right? Although I havenât asked Uncle Ming yet, thatâs probably the gist of it. If you donât come, Iâll turn around and give Uncle Mingâs pickled head to Jun Tuo. Iâm sure heâll be very happy. Yes, Iâll ask him for a starcore turtle shell to serve as a shield. It really is a fine material."
Chu Fengâs look changed as soon as those words were spoken. So it turned out Uncle Ming was the old saint who stole the starcore turtle eggs! He hadnât seen him before, but he still felt very grateful toward him.
Were it not for this old man, he certainly wouldnât have been able to shatter all of the shackles in such a short period of time, and make it this far to paint his own exceptional picture scroll!
Knowing that Uncle Ming had been beheaded and pickled made Chu Fengâs heart burst with rage. He hated wanted nothing more than to rush up to the firmament and personally slaughter Wei Heng!
He understood that the old man certainly knew of him. Yaoyao had most likely mentioned him, otherwise, he wouldnât have stolen the eight starcore turtle eggs and given them over.
"Just you wait. There will be a day when I will kill the Xilin race and avenge Uncle Ming!" Chu Feng clenched his teeth, and his eyes became a bit red. He prayed that Uncle Ming could persevere and live on.
At this moment Chu Feng was over by an incomparable longing to become stronger. He hoped that he could kill his way into the starry skies just a bit earlier and change some peopleâs fates!
However, he knew that he couldnât be impulsive now. Yaoyao and Uncle Ming both thought that he was currently moldable and wanted him to grow.
In the outer-realm, Wei Heng manifested himself with a divine reflection and said, "Yaoyao, I see youâre very weak, merely an obsession. Now you ought to be within that life-preserving gold and in deep sleep. Oh, today is truly not the time."
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He was a bit regretful. His handsome, soft, and fair face bore a chilly smile as he said, "Oh, I heard youâve raised an insect. Heâs recently been wild and intractable, and heâs created a few disturbances. Uncle Ming stole those starcore turtle eggs for him as well. Tell me, wonât it be interesting if I poke him to death with one finger?"
"What a pity. The mother star is worthy to be called the mother star, and the surviving restrictive powers have even made me quite afraid of the consequences. I dare not descend as I wish, but Iâve decided to crush that bug you just raised. I canât be bothered to do it personally, but Iâll dispatch some people to kill him. Yes, perhaps capturing him alive will be more interesting. Iâll have them bring him in front of me and make him kowtow in salute to me. If he vows loyalty to the Xilin race... Oh, thatâs not bad."
Wei Heng carried a soft aura, and his handsome face held a bit of callousness as he looked down at Earth and said, "Worm, do you want to live? Then kowtow to me and Iâll bestow upon you a Xilin surname."
Chu Feng was furious!
"Wei Heng right? Ninth Under Heaven? Sooner or later there will come a day when Iâll beat you into one of Jun Tuoâs eggs. Bastard Egg, Wei Egg, just you wait. I will personally cut off your head and offer it as a sacrifice to the forebears!" Chu Feng berated him, furious at the top Xilin saints in outer space.
The surrounding peopleâs complexions suddenly changed. This Chu Feng wasnât just ordinarily fierce. He had the impertinence to scold the Ninth Under Heaven from those days. Wei Heng was exceptional in ancient times, and even among todayâs saints, he was nearly peerless!
However, outside of Earth, Wei Heng didnât have any response. Because he felt finding Chu Feng was beneath him, he didnât pay any attention. From start to finish he was gazing at Mount Longhu.
"Yaoyao, if you wonât wake up then I can only leave. Next time I come to see you I will bring a larger gift. Oh right, speaking of the mother star, how is it now? Itâs all just a bunch of scum, and itâs difficult to see even one pureblood descendant. Speaking of it, we of the Xilin race are the true orthodox lineage. Here, there are only a bunch of nobodies. Yes, we have consulted with all parties, and there will come a day when we return. Once the mother star has recovered, we will re-enter this place, not only in name but also in reality. We will make a pure bloodline occupy this place."
After that, heavenâs reflection gradually became fuzzy and Wei Heng carrying the jug gradually disappeared. However, the instant that his presence disappeared, his voice transmitted once more.
"Oh, let me send you off. Youâre prepared, right? Go capture that insect for me. Of course, if you canât capture him, then just stomp him to death!" He was clearly speaking to the young Xilin evolvers, and the insect he mentioned was Chu Feng.
He added on one last thought. "If youâre no good, then Iâll send my son. Iâve already given you the opportunity, so donât let me down."
"Please rest assured, Saint, We have already hurried to the territorial waters and are about to suppress Chu Feng. Weâll capture that insect for you!"
Several people were speaking on the seaâs surface, bowing in respect towards the outer realm.
Their voices were loud and shook the heavens. Even those on the Peach Garden Island could hear them, so much so that they could hear the faint sound of them treading on water. Their speed was incredibly fast.
"Xilin race!" Chu Fengâs pupils shrank and emitted terrifying beams of light!
Now his body was trembling, not out of fear but out of excitement. He wanted to deal a fatal blow against these young Xilin talents and force Wei Hengâs direct descendent to come. Then he could behead the saintâs son!