Chapter 1602: 108: Prophecy_4

Chapter 1602: Chapter 108: Prophecy_4

“Alright, once this great tribulation passes, I swear I will take over the position of Sect Master from senior brother’s hands!”

“You plan to roam the Nine Continents?”

Upon hearing Wang Ba’s words, Zhao Feng paused, surprised.

Although he knew this was likely just an excuse, what Wang Ba said indeed held significant weight.

After some contemplation, Zhao Feng finally nodded reluctantly:

“Then… after the tribulation, we’ll see.”

Wang Ba immediately raised his hand in salute and laughed heartily:

“Senior brother, you are wise!”

With that, under Zhao Feng’s slightly envious gaze, he transformed into a streak of light and gracefully flew straight into Wanfa Peak below.

…

Eastern Sea.

Above the sea, emerald waves rolled.

“I can’t believe that old dog Han finally suffered a loss this time! Serves him right!”

“Too bad I didn’t witness it in person!”

A three-eyed youth, Gong Xiyin, stood before a stoic black-clad young man, his face and tone brimming with excitement and fervor.

“Silence!”

The cold black-clad youth shot him a frosty glare.

Gong Xiyin’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he hurriedly clamped his tongue. Having followed the black-clad youth for many years, he deeply understood his temperament, so he smiled awkwardly and said:

“Lord, it’s not that I’m intentionally stirring trouble, but you know the kind of nonsense he used to pull? Did he really think we wouldn’t notice? Using Wu Feng to hold us back, disgusting us, forcing everyone to work themselves to death. Hah, if it weren’t for you being the first to ascend to Immortal Ascension and crushing his hopes for Wu Feng, Elder Han… Elder Han would’ve kept treating us like monkeys!”

“Enough.”

The cold young man furrowed his brows, his voice slightly deeper this time:

“Refining Void cultivators might have their methods. It’s possible they’d sense you bad-mouthing them behind their back.”

Gong Xiyin pouted boldly and said:

“As if we’d even need to bad-mouth them… Refining Void cultivators? Hah, there’s always a mountain taller than this hill. If they truly could sense it, then we’d outright rebel against them and defect to the Wanxiang Sect. I’ll bet, with two Immortal Ascension cultivators joining them, they’d absolutely let us establish our own peaks.”

The black-clad youth’s heart trembled slightly but betrayed no extra expression on his face. He merely frowned and said:

“Nonsense. We are Holy Sect cultivators; the Wanxiang Sect would never take us.”

Gong Xiyin shook his head, retorting:

“Why wouldn’t they take us?”

“I’ve investigated this in Huangji Continent. A descendant of the Ye Family once independently founded a peak within the Wanxiang Sect. The Ye Family of Huangji Continent—the very culprits responsible for a past upheaval—do you realize how massive the karmic resistance associated with them must be? Even they dared to take them in. Tell me, what wouldn’t they dare do?”

“If Han Yanzi truly doesn’t know his place, there’s no need for us to show him any respect.”

Gong Xiyin spat venomously.

Hearing Gong Xiyin’s words, the black-clad youth fell silent for a moment, then spoke softly, seemingly trying to persuade:

“Do not act recklessly. Han Yanzi has already left a contingency upon us.”

Upon hearing this, Gong Xiyin couldn’t help but mutter under his breath and curse:

“That bastard, Han old dog!”

But shortly afterward, he laughed again, smugly addressing the black-clad youth:

“Even if he has contingencies, he can’t hear what we’re saying, much less get any information from me…”

“Enough, tell me about the recent developments regarding True Martial.”

The black-clad youth finally interrupted, unable to endure more of Gong Xiyin’s boasting.

Gong Xiyin noticed the serious expression and dared not chatter any further. He promptly reported:

“True Martial hasn’t seen much change. Recently, another Class V True Martial Cultivator emerged from Huangji Continent. Now, there are already over ten Class V True Martial Cultivators. Additionally, I’ve heard the Patriarch of True Martial, Wang Xu, has repeatedly fought numerous Evil Gods from the Kingdom of Immortals alone, seeming to have gained new insights. He is now preparing to return to Huangji Continent for another retreat. Based on past patterns, a new ‘True Martial Sutra’ may be announced soon. However, according to my informants, there appears to be discord within True Martial recently, with many expressing dissatisfaction with Wang Xu…”

“What’s certain is the Kingdom of Immortals seems on the verge of collapse.”

As he listened to Gong Xiyin’s report, the black-clad youth recalled Han Yanzi’s previous evaluation of the True Martial cultivators.

Shaking his head slightly, he said no more, then quietly instructed:

“Continue monitoring. As soon as a new version of the ‘True Martial Sutra’ emerges, report immediately.”

“Understood, understood, Lord, you can rest assured!”

Gong Xiyin replied with a hearty laugh.

Just as he spoke, a Sound Transmission Talisman suddenly flew in through the air, heading directly toward Gong Xiyin.

“Who’s looking for me?”

Gong Xiyin said with mild curiosity as he caught it in his hand and opened it, but his expression quickly darkened.

“What happened?”

The black-clad youth arched a brow in question.

Gong Xiyin crushed the Sound Transmission Talisman and frowned deeply:

“Elder Han… Elder Han summoned me back.”