Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1336 - 24 Illusion and Inspection

Wang Qingyang’s actions completely exceeded everyone’s expectations.

So much so that everyone was rooted to the spot in surprise.

The majestic Cultivator, who was also the Sect Master of Hundred Refinements Gate, Tong Jiao, couldn’t help but furiously shout,

"You’re seeking death!"

However, as his angry shout echoed, the glow on the Class III Thunder Seed instantly brightened!

Tong Jiao abruptly shut his mouth.

With eyes wide with rage, he glared at the girl with the calm demeanor, yet was forced to swallow his anger.

Meanwhile, the Phoenix Kirin Mansion Master, Ke Mo, whose original expression had been composed and confident, unavoidably darkened in an instant.

He clenched his fists, teeth grinding together, as mana surged within him like tempestuous waves.

But almost immediately, he relaxed his grip.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself and said in a deep voice,

"Fine! We will retreat, but what you’re doing is pointless. Do you think by using that, you’ll be able to escape from here?"

"Vast Huangji Continent, where Nascent Soul Cultivators emerge in droves. Even if you foreign Cultivators seize the Void Refinement Heritage, constrained as you are by heaven and earth, you’ll never be able to break through to Immortal Ascension. Instead, you’ll draw a massive disaster upon the forces behind you!"

"When everyone joins forces against you, have you thought about the consequences?"

Ke Mo spoke earnestly and patiently.

However, what caused him inward frowns was that the foreign female Cultivator’s response to him was a mere sentence,

"I’ll count to three. If you don’t leave by then, we’ll all be destroyed together!"

"Three!"

The Thunder Seed in front of Zhao Feng’s forehead grew increasingly bright; nobody doubted that it would explode in the next moment.

Ke Mo’s voice faltered!

But Tong Jiao was furious, bellowing,

"As the master of my Sect, how could I be threatened by a little girl! Kill if you must! I don’t believe you’ll have time for self-destruction! Later, I’ll feed your corpse to the filthy rats in the underground of Tianmo Continent! Let them defile you! I will also extract your soul, find out your origins, and exterminate every member of your Sect..."

Wang Qingyang’s expression remained unchanged as he pronounced one word:

"Two!"

"You!"

Tong Jiao was bursting with rage as he aimed a crossbow at Wang Qingyang, only to be held down by a flash from Ke Mo.

"Sect Master Tong!"

Ke Mo looked deeply at Tong Jiao.

Tong Jiao snorted in anger, stowing away the crossbow.

Casting a glance at the Cultivators around, he elongated his face,

"Everyone, step back!"

Ke Mo added his voice.

Cultivators all around immediately took a few steps back.

Ke Mo turned his head to look at Wang Qingyang, his tone candid,

"We’ve already retreated, but it won’t make any difference. I advise you to hand him over to us. I can guarantee that if you do, no one will chase after the forces behind you, including you. We can even ensure you are safely sent on your way!"

Hearing Ke Mo’s words, Wang Qingyang slightly lowered his head as if deeply contemplating.

Seeing his words taking effect, Ke Mo’s heart fluttered, but his voice suddenly turned cold,

"Of course, don’t hold onto any illusions. To be honest, even if you kill him, the heritage will most likely return to the Dragon Transformation Pool on its own. We could obtain it by just spending more time and effort—we simply prefer not to. However, if you refuse to hand it over..."

Ke Mo suddenly spread his palm open and a beautifully decorated bronze mirror flew from his hand.

Wang Qingyang’s expression darkened slightly as the Thunder Seed became fully illuminated!

"Don’t tense up, haha, I just want you to understand the current situation."

The bronze mirror hovered, not making any move against Wang Qingyang, but instead, it cast a virtual reflection of a map.

Pointing at a piece of land on the map, Ke Mo looked at Wang Qingyang with a hint of a smile,

"Hehe, judging by your dress, appearance, and conduct, you’re clearly not from Tianmo Continent, and you also differ somewhat from Jingyuan Continent. If I’m not mistaken, you must be from here?"

With a gentle tap of his finger.

The spot he pointed to was exactly where Fenglin Continent was located.

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Glancing unconsciously at the scene in the mirror, Wang Qingyang’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she remained silent.

Ke Mo continued on his own,

"It doesn’t matter if you don’t admit it."

"If I remember correctly, the major powers of Fenglin Continent can be counted on one hand. Yan, Jin, Chu, Qi, and Wu, One Demon, Three Sects, Five Clans—it’s possible that not many of them will survive this great calamity... We’ll check each one by one until we find your origin! Young lady, you seem young; entering Nascent Soul may not be impossible for you in the future. There’s no need to ruin yourself or everyone else for this impractical thing."

"What do you say?"

Listening to Ke Mo’s mix of threats and inducements, Wang Qingyang glanced at Zhao Feng beside her.

At this moment, Zhao Feng had completely closed his eyes.

His figure flickered between clarity and nothingness.

He was obviously trying his utmost to resist the control from the arrow in his chest.

Even if Wang Qingyang’s heart remained calm, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of urgency now.

"Why hasn’t Martial Uncle Guan appeared yet... If we delay any further, who knows what means they might resort to in secret."

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Wang Qingyang’s face suddenly fell!

At the same time, her body inexplicably plunged downwards uncontrollably, while the Thunder Seed at Zhao Feng’s forehead also quietly dimmed and fell straight down.

She couldn’t even sense the existence of the Thunder Seed anymore.

No matter how she tried to summon her mana, there was no response, as if the mana in her Golden Core had completely vanished.

"She’s been ambushed! When did it happen..."

Wang Qingyang’s complexion turned pale, her black hair whipped around by the fierce wind as she looked upward, plummeting down below.

But reflected in her pupils was the coldly sneering face of Ke Mo, the Mansion Master of Phoenix Kirin Mansion, and the delicately rotating ornate mirror in his hand.