The Qi Cultivation Emperor Who Snatches Brides, do you think you're funny?

Chapter 19 I said, do you really dare to listen? Are you even worthy to listen? (Please read, recommend, favorite, and vote!)

Old Zhang was covered in mud, even his face was covered, and two lines of bloody tears slid down his dusty face, making him look like a bleeding clay sculpture.

Everyone felt a strange chill.

"Gulp, Old Zhang, what exactly did you see?"

"Could it have been done by a saint?"

"How is this possible, Saint..."

Some dared not speak out, for the divine power of the saint was unknown, and they dared not discuss it further.

One person speculated, "Is it possible that it's... the patriarch of the Li family?"

"No, it won't, right?"

Everyone looked at Old Zhang. He wiped his face, and as the dust disappeared, Old Zhang nodded. "My divine eyes are indeed ruined."

"Yes, did you see the Saint and anger him?" someone asked cautiously.

Old Zhang picked up the water and recalled the two scenes he had seen. It wasn't an illusion, it wasn't a dream. Who was that person?

Old Zhang had some suspicions in his mind, but he dared not say them.

He shook his head. "Not a saint."

After saying that, he swallowed a large gulp of water, his heart still pounding.
"hiss!"

A series of gasps rang out, and everyone's faces were filled with shock.

"Hiccup, no, not a saint? It's that ancestor of the Li family?!"

"No. Is the patriarch of the Li family really that terrifying?"

"Good heavens! Could it be that the Li family patriarch is even more powerful than the Mo family's sage?!"

"No, that's impossible?!"

Everyone was inexplicably shocked; the Li family had once again surprised them.

A saint! He is a saint!
What exactly is the background of the Li family?
Everyone looked at Lao Zhang, and someone asked a question.

"Old Zhang, were you really hurt by that patriarch of the Li family?"

Old Zhang stopped drinking water, breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his eyes, listened to their discussion, and noticed they were looking at him.

Old Zhang quickly said, "It's not that old ancestor. Everyone, I advise you to be careful with your words and actions."

His eye injury was definitely not caused by the patriarch of the Li family.

Hearing what Lao Zhang said, they were speechless and almost swore.

Who could stand that? They hate it when someone only says half of what they mean!
At that moment, they felt like they had a cat scratching at their hearts, so anxious that they scratched their ears and cheeks.

"Damn it, Lao Zhang, are you trying to fool us?!"

"That's right, Lao Zhang, hurry up and tell me, what exactly did you see that made you like this?"

"Old Zhang, that's not fair of you!"

Old Zhang smiled bitterly upon hearing this. He shook his head and said sincerely, "Everyone, I really didn't lie. My divine eyes are damaged, not because of the saint, nor because of the Li family patriarch."

"I broke it myself."

He wasn't lying. When he saw the Mo family patriarch and all the Mo family members kneel down before that figure, his divine eyes didn't fail him for a moment.

His divine eyes self-destructed when he, out of control and in a fit of agitation, plunged into the earth!
As for why...

He saw something he shouldn't have seen, and he felt he was getting too cocky.

That ancestor might not care about what he was spying on.

However, he had to be cautious, and if he encountered such a thing again in the future, he would instinctively activate his divine eyes to look.

At that time, I will surely die and my soul will perish!

Simply put, he didn't want to die, so he destroyed his divine eyes.

However, no one believed this claim.

"Old Zhang, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Old Zhang, Old Zhang, you're really not being fair. You saw something but don't want to tell us?"

“Old Zhang, there is a divine spring in my sect. As long as you tell me what you saw, I will let you enter the divine spring to heal your injuries. Your divine eyes may even be restored.”

"..."

"Gentlemen, there's no need to say anything more," Old Zhang shook his head. "Let's just drink our wine and watch the sunset in the distance."

Old Zhang smiled as he raised a glass of wine, but a chill ran through him. He recalled the two scenes he had just witnessed and wanted to say something more to warn them.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to utter a single word, he felt a powerful sense of crisis that made his hair stand on end.

Old Zhang smiled bitterly to himself. That force seemed to be two-sided; not only could he not speak of it, but even if he did, anyone who heard it would die.

He didn't understand or comprehend this realm; it was too high, like a mayfly facing the vastness of the universe.

"Heh," a sneer rang out. It was the fat man. He looked at Old Zhang and said, "Zhang Lianxu, tell me, what did you see?"

The fat man spoke with a threatening tone, his aura undisguised—a Dao Transformation Realm expert! Old Zhang's face darkened for a moment, then he shook his head, "I can't say."

"Old Zhang, this is your fault. It's not a big deal. Tell me what happened?"

"Yes, Old Zhang, my word still stands. Tell me what you saw, and you can use the divine spring in my sect as you please."

"I'm so anxious! Who won between the Li family and the Mo family? Tell me quickly!"

The fat man stood up, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Old Zhang with a smile. "Have you thought this through? I advise you to tell me."

Old Zhang's face was grim, and he kept pleading in his mind, "Big Boss, Your Majesty, can we speak? Can I speak?"

"can."

A voice rang in his mind: not a saint, but that one!
Old Zhang jolted awake and straightened his body abruptly.

He looked at the fat man, then glanced at everyone. Although his divine eyes were destroyed, his eyesight was still good.

"Gentlemen, do you really want to hear this?"

Before the others could speak, the fat man sneered, "Stop pretending, hurry up and say it!"

Old Zhang sighed and looked at the fat man. "I said, do you really dare to listen? Do you even deserve to listen?"

"Arrogant! Do you want to die?" The fat man stepped forward, staring at Old Zhang. "I'd like to see what kind of person you are. I don't dare to listen, I'm not worthy to listen!"

Old Zhang nodded, looked at the Tai Long Sect, and suddenly knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times.

He used that big shot's power for his own benefit; he was very clear about it, and he was also very sensible.

"Pretending to be something you're not, I'd like to see what tricks you're up to." The fat man sneered, full of contempt for Old Zhang's actions.

The others exchanged bewildered glances. What was Old Zhang doing? What had he seen that made him so cautious?

Judging from the direction he was kneeling, it was towards the Tai Long Sect.

So, who is Old Zhang kneeling to?

Old Zhang stood up, smiled at the fat man, and said, "If you want to hear it, fine, I'll tell you, but you'd better think it through."

The fat man sneered, "You're quite sensible. Have you thought it through? Ha, I don't need your concern."

The fat man was not afraid at all. He had a sacred weapon by his side, so even if a saint from the Mo family made a move, he could escape.

He started out as a tomb raider and was a top expert in the field. He could tell how old a tomb was just by looking at its style. The sacred weapon was obtained through tomb raiding.

Of course, more than what Lao Zhang saw, he wanted Lao Zhang's Divine Eye Dao Scripture.

If he can even see through the realm of saints, wouldn't he be even more powerful when using it for tomb raiding?
"Fine," Old Zhang thought, "this fat guy's asking for it, I have to grant him his wish."

The others looked at the two of them, exchanging bewildered glances. What was going on? Was Old Zhang making a mountain out of a molehill?

Old Zhang transmitted his voice to the fat man, which made the fat man's cold smile even more intense.

What I saw was...

When the fat man heard Old Zhang's telepathic message, he was suddenly stunned. A figure appeared in front of him—a young man.
No, not a youth, no, not even that. His demeanor was very strange; at this moment, this person was looking at him with indifferent eyes.
The fat man was too scared to move; he felt as if he had been seen through.

"Holy..."

The fat man roared inwardly.

At this moment, Li Xuan spoke up, "How well is my old friend using his sacred weapon?"

The Sacred Weapon of an Old Friend?

The fat man was stunned. The sacred weapon he obtained from that tomb was a hairpin. If he remembered correctly, the style of that tomb was that of a seven-thousand-year-old tomb, a sacred tomb, a saint's tomb!
Is this person an old friend of the tomb's occupant? An old friend of a sage who lived from seven thousand years ago to the present?!

So, what level has this person reached now?!

Turns out I really wasn't worthy to listen.

Old Zhang, I misunderstood you.

Silently, the fat man stopped moving, his eyes losing their luster.

A hairpin appeared before him. Li Xuan gently brushed away the dust, but the hairpin itself looked rather worn.

It turns out that the little girl who came from the distant star has also passed away.

Li Xuan smiled and then disappeared.

In the city, everyone watched as Old Zhang transmitted his voice to the fat man.

They scratched their heads, incredibly curious. Finally, someone couldn't resist saying, "Hey, Lao Zhang, is there anything we can't hear? Stop using telepathy, let us all hear it!"

Old Zhang glanced at him.

Someone immediately echoed loudly, "Just..."

He uttered one word, then could not continue.

Everyone looked at the fat man in silence. His face began to blur, and gradually, he turned into dust. Finally, even the dust disappeared.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene.

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