Simultaneously traversing: traversing countless heavens

Chapter 96 I don't believe you can kill us all in an instant!

As the high-speed train sped along, the scenery outside the window was blurred into patches of color.

Wang Ye and Lu Linglong noticed almost simultaneously that the gazes clinging to their backs weren't particularly clever, but they were persistent enough to have followed them all the way from the previous station.

The two exchanged a knowing glance and said nothing.

The train arrived at the station, and a surge of people appeared.

They disembarked with the crowd, seemingly casually, but cleverly changed their pace at several corners and intersections, taking advantage of the station's complex structure and brief gaps in the flow of people to easily leave those few trailing figures behind.

After several twists and turns, the two arrived at a secluded roadside far from the hustle and bustle of the station. Dust rose slightly, and only a few vehicles passed by.

"Senior Brother Wang—" Lu Linglong breathed a sigh of relief, her face filled with apology.

She subconsciously thought that it was her identity or some other trouble that had implicated this always reliable senior brother.

Unexpectedly, Wang Ye spoke first, his tone somewhat helpless: "I'm sorry, Linglong. This time—it's probably aimed at me. I've dragged you into this."

Lu Linglong was slightly taken aback, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Wang scratched his head, carefully choosing his words: "I can't tell you the specifics yet. Anyway, let's part ways here. I'll walk the rest of the way myself. You go back quickly and stay safe."

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"How can that be!" Lu Linglong retorted almost without thinking, her voice clear and crisp. "When two people are together, they can at least look after each other! I can't let you face this ambiguous pursuit alone."

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"But this has nothing to do with you—" Wang Ye tried to reason with him.

"What happened at school last time had nothing to do with you, Senior Brother Wang," Lu Linglong looked at him earnestly, her eyes clear and resolute, "but didn't you still step in and help me out of a sense of justice?"

Having said all that, refusing further would seem pretentious and unreasonable.

Wang Ye looked at the seemingly weak but actually stubborn girl in front of him, sighed, and showed a resigned yet somewhat amused expression.

"Alright then—I guess I owe you another favor, or rather, I'm indebted to you for one." He waved his hand. "Then—let's do it together. But just so you know, there might be some trouble."

Lu Linglong then smiled and nodded vigorously: "Mm!"

Just then, a sleek, gleaming black Maybach silently pulled up beside them and stopped.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with sharp features and a somewhat wiry air.

"Hey, Mr. Ye! Long time no see!" The man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his tone familiar.

"Brother Du... I told you not to call me that." Wang Ye corrected him helplessly, then stepped aside to introduce, "This is Lu Linglong, my junior from school. She has to come back with me for some reason. Linglong, this is Brother Du, my dad's driver and bodyguard. He's one of us, also in the industry."

"Hello, Brother Du!" Lu Linglong greeted him politely.

"Hello, hello! Miss Lu, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Brother Du greeted him with a smile, his gaze quickly sweeping back and forth between Wang Ye and Lu Linglong. A mischievous "I see" expression appeared on his face, and he winked at Wang Ye.

Wang Ye's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. Too lazy to explain, he simply opened the car door and said, "Get in the car, Brother Du, we'll talk on the way."

The carriage was filled with a faint, pleasant scent of leather.

As the car entered the main road, Wang Ye, contrary to his usual languid demeanor, frequently glanced out the window and urged in a low voice, "Brother Du, can we go faster? As fast as possible."

"Mr. Ye, speed limits in the city —"

"The points deductions and fines will all be my dad's responsibility; it's an emergency at home," Wang Ye said firmly.

Brother Du glanced at him in the rearview mirror, said nothing more, pressed the accelerator, and the Maybach accelerated smoothly and quickly, passing through the bustling streets and heading towards the edge of the city.

Gradually, quiet green belts and uniquely designed high-end villas began to appear on both sides of the road.

Finally, the car drove up the winding mountain road and stopped in front of a grand, black, ornate iron gate.

After the access control system recognized the license plate, the iron gate slid open silently to both sides.

As you drive inside, the view suddenly opens up.

What comes into view is a spacious and exquisite garden, and in the distance stands a grand modern Chinese manor, located halfway up the mountain, with excellent views and an undeniable magnificence amidst its tranquility.

"So Senior Brother Wang's family is this rich." Lu Linglong looked out the window at the manor-like scenery and couldn't help but sigh softly. She knew that Wang Ye's family was well-off, but she didn't expect it to be this level.

Upon hearing this, Brother Du, who was driving, laughed and casually said, "Miss Linglong, don't you know? Mr. Ye is the third young master of Boss Wang Weiguo's family."

"Wang Weiguo—is that Mr. Wang Weiguo who frequently appears on the list of the richest people in financial news?" Lu Linglong was genuinely shocked this time, and couldn't help but widen her eyes to look at Wang Ye beside her.

Wang Ye awkwardly touched his nose and gave a vague "hmm," trying to change the subject: "Your Lu family is big and powerful, not bad at all."

Lu Linglong shook her head: "That's the Lu family—they have little to do with an outsider like me."

She felt a pang of bitterness in her heart as she recalled her father's recent attitude.

Since the Lu family incident, her father seems to have lost hope in his "unworthy" daughter and has started using a fake account.

The car stopped in front of the main building's imposing gate.

Stepping into the stunningly high-ceilinged hall, you'll find dazzling crystal chandeliers, gleaming marble floors, and seemingly casual yet priceless artworks on the walls—everything exudes understated luxury.

Lu Linglong, carrying the Longevity Flower on her back, stood in the hall, her eyes revealing a sense of wonder and amazement, like a country bumpkin visiting the Grand View Garden.

"Wow—" she muttered softly.

Just then, a slightly hurried sound of footsteps came from the side corridor.

A middle-aged woman, dressed in comfortable loungewear, slightly plump, with a kind and gentle face, appeared jogging along.

When she first saw the unfamiliar Lu Linglong, she was stunned for a moment, then her gaze fell on Wang Ye, and her face immediately broke into an extremely happy smile.

"Little Yezi! You rascal! You finally came back!" The Queen Mother rushed over and hugged her son, who was a head taller than her, her voice full of longing and joy.

"Mom—" Wang Ye was helplessly hugged by his mother and patted her back.

"Look at you, how far is school from home? Why don't you ever come back to see your mother? Have you lost weight again? You must not have been eating properly while you were away!" Wang's mother let go of him, looked him up and down, and kept nagging while her hands kept tidying his collar, which was not actually messy.

As the mother and son were talking, two more people came over upon hearing the noise.

Walking in front was a capable-looking young man, followed by a gentle lady, who was holding the hand of a chubby little boy.

"Xiao Ye, you're back." The young man spoke, his tone steady; he was Wang Ye's second brother, Wang Yi.

"Brother Yi, sister-in-law," Wang Ye greeted.

The little boy's eyes lit up when he saw Wang Ye. He broke free from his mother's hand, raised his little hand, and ran over, calling out in a clear voice, "Third Uncle!"

"!" Wang Ye bent down, smiling as he gave his little nephew, who ran over, a high-five. "You've grown taller again!"

Only then did Wang's mother turn her attention back to Lu Linglong, who had been standing quietly to the side. Her eyes sparkled, and she pulled Wang Ye aside, whispering, "Little Ye, why don't you introduce her to your mother? Who is this girl—?"

Wang hurriedly said, "Mom, this is Lu Linglong, my junior from Tsinghua University. I needed her help with something, so I came back with her." He paused, then added, "It's important business."

Lu Linglong quickly stepped forward and greeted her politely, "Hello, Auntie, I'm Lu Linglong. Sorry to bother you."

"Oh, alright, alright! I won't bother you!" The Queen Mother smiled from ear to ear, warmly taking Lu Linglong's hand and looking her up and down. The more she looked, the more she felt that this girl was beautiful and generous.

She leaned close to Wang Ye's ear and whispered in a voice she thought was very soft, but which was actually clearly audible to the several supernatural beings present: "Son, this is the first time you've brought a girl home—could it be your girlfriend?"

Wang Ye suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced awkwardly at Lu Linglong, whose ears were also slightly red, and quickly explained, "Mom!"

No, it's not! He's just a regular classmate who came to help! Don't make wild guesses!

The Queen Mother gave a skeptical "Oh," but the warmth in her eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

After exchanging pleasantries and introductions, Wang Ye asked Brother Du to stay with Lu Linglong in the living room to rest, while he went with his mother and second brother to visit their bedridden father, Wang Weiguo.

Sitting on the soft and comfortable top-of-the-line sofa, Lu Linglong seemed to finally let go of the tension she had been maintaining, and gently exhaled, relaxing her entire posture.

She whispered, "It feels even more tiring than the martial arts competition on Mount Longhu."

Brother Du came over with a plate of sliced ​​fruit and laughed when he heard this, "It's normal, everyone's like this the first time meeting the parents. Here, Linglong, have some fruit."

"Thank you, Brother Du." Lu Linglong took the fruit plate and ate it in small bites, but her mind was already wandering to Wang Ye.

The fact that the usually carefree Senior Brother Wang Ye was in such a hurry suggests that the people tracking him and the family matters must be of great importance.

Brother Du seemed to notice her slight unease, grinned, and sat down opposite her. He picked up a piece of apple without ceremony and said, "Don't be nervous. It's just his family—well, they're all quite interesting. The boss and his wife are just ordinary people; they don't know anything about our circle. Just treat it like visiting a classmate."

Lu Linglong nodded, relaxing a little.

She recalled Wang Ye's lazy, carefree, and even somewhat unkempt appearance on the mountain, and compared it to this palatial home, the contrast was too great.

"Senior Brother Wang—you really can't tell when he's up in the mountains."

"Hey!" Brother Du chuckled. "This kid's been different from others since he was little. His family has everything he needs, but he insisted on becoming a Taoist priest. He's had a lot of arguments with his family over this, especially with his dad. But deep down, the old man is actually—sigh, well, let Master Ye tell you about family matters himself."

As the two were talking, footsteps came from the stairs. Wang Ye and his father, Wang Weiguo, came down together.

Wang Weiguo was not tall, but he walked with a steady gait, had sharp eyes, and naturally exuded the composure of someone who had long held a high position.

He wore the typical businessman's smile, seemingly warm yet enigmatic, and his gaze immediately fell upon Lu Linglong, scrutinizing her with a hint of barely perceptible inquiry.

"Dad, this is Lu Linglong, whom I've mentioned to you before," Wang Ye introduced, his tone much more serious than usual.

"Hello, Uncle Wang." Lu Linglong quickly stood up and greeted him politely. Facing this legendary business tycoon, she couldn't help but feel a little awkward.

"Linglong, welcome to my home. Please make yourself at home." Wang Weiguo's smile deepened as he gestured for her to sit down, and he himself took a seat on the sofa in the main seat.

His gaze lingered on Lu Linglong for a moment, especially on the long umbrella beside her, but he didn't ask anything.

"Xiao Ye, it's rare for you to bring a friend home, you two seem to have a good relationship."

"Yes, Senior Brother Wang is a few years ahead of me and took good care of me at school," Lu Linglong replied carefully.

"Oh? This kid can take care of people?" Wang Weiguo raised an eyebrow, looking at his son with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"Don't insult your own son like that," Wang Ye said.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Wang Weiguo's tone became slightly more formal: "Linglong, since you're a friend Xiaoye brought, you're one of us. Things might be a bit unsettled at home lately. Xiaoye probably mentioned it to you. It's good for you young people to look after each other, but please be careful. If you need anything or encounter any trouble, you can contact Brother Du directly, or you can tell me."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang, I will." Lu Linglong nodded earnestly.

"Alright, you young people can chat. Xiao Ye, entertain your classmate properly." Wang Weiguo stood up, patted his son on the shoulder, smiled gently at Lu Linglong, and then turned and went upstairs, as if he had come down specifically to see her and express his opinion.

The atmosphere noticeably relaxed after Wang Weiguo left.

Wang Ye slumped back into the sofa and let out a long sigh: "Finally, I passed!"

Lu Linglong asked curiously, "Senior Brother Wang, your father... seems to know something?"

Wang rubbed his temples. "The old man is shrewd. Although he doesn't know exactly which side it's about, he knows the trouble I've gotten myself into is no ordinary one. Brother Du is someone he absolutely trusts. With Brother Du in the middle, he can guess most things pretty accurately."

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As they were talking, Wang Ye's mother walked over with a smile, holding a very delicate-looking jewelry box in her hand: "Linglong, it's your first time here, so Auntie didn't prepare anything special. Here, you can play with this little thing." She was about to open it.

Wang Ye was utterly bewildered and jumped up to stop her, exclaiming, "Mom! Mom! What are you doing! This is too much! Linglong just came to help me, no—don't scare her!"

Lu Linglong quickly waved her hand, "Auntie, really, it's too expensive!"

The Queen Mother was stopped and a little disappointed, but she still insisted on stuffing the box into Lu Linglong's hands: "It's not valuable, it's just a small gift! Good girl, take it! Otherwise, Auntie will be unhappy!" Her manner left no room for refusal.

Wang Ye put his hand to his forehead, looking like he knew this would happen.

Lu Linglong held the jewelry box, which felt like a hot potato, unsure whether to accept it or not, and looked to Wang Ye for help.

Finally, Brother Du stepped in to smooth things over: "Madam, Miss Lu has just arrived, let her rest first. There's no rush for the gift, no rush! Mr. Ye, why don't you take Miss Lu to see the guest room? It's the one on the west side that's always being cleaned."

Wang Ye felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly pulled Lu Linglong up, saying, "Yes, yes, Linglong, let me take you to see the room first and settle you in! Mom, let's go upstairs now!"

Watching her son practically "escape" upstairs, Wang's mother gave him a reproachful glare, then turned to Du and whispered, "That little rascal, bringing a girl home and still trying to hide it—but I think this girl is quite nice, pretty and well-mannered—"

Brother Du could only force a smile, silently lighting a candle for the king in his heart.

Upstairs, Wang Ye led Lu Linglong to a spacious, bright, and warmly decorated guest room, repeatedly apologizing, "I'm so sorry, Linglong, that's just how my mom is, she was a bit too enthusiastic—keep this for now, I'll find a way to return it later—"

Lu Linglong looked at the heavy velvet box in her hand, and then at Wang Ye's unusual helplessness. Suddenly, she burst out laughing. The tension she had felt on the way here and the unease she felt in the unfamiliar environment seemed to dissipate a lot at this moment.

"Senior Brother Wang, your house is so lively!" she said with a smile, her eyes curving into crescents. "But it's really nice."

Wang Ye looked at her smile, paused for a moment, then relaxed, scratching his head: "It's quite lively." — Oh well, what's done is done. You rest first, I'll call you for dinner tonight. We'll discuss the tracking later."

He nodded to Lu Linglong, then turned to leave the guest room to attend to his own business.

Just as they took their first step, a conversation, deliberately hushed yet unable to be completely contained due to emotional turmoil, drifted faintly from the direction of an open-air balcony diagonally above, carried by the draft.

Ordinary people might just ignore it as blurry background noise, but Wang Ye and Lu Linglong's hearing is clearly not among the "ordinary people".

Those words, mixed with a hint of restlessness and worry, clearly penetrated into their ears.

It was the voice of Wang Yi and his wife.

"—I'm telling you, it's just that Xiao Ye is back, why are you reacting so strongly?" This was the voice of Wang Ye's second brother, Wang Yi, sounding somewhat tired and puzzled. "You really dislike him that much?"

"I don't dislike Xiao Ye!" Second Sister-in-law's voice rose a little, then quickly fell back down, sounding somewhat hurried. "I have no problem with him personally! But when he comes back, I... I just feel a little uneasy, is that not okay?"

"Xiao Ye is home, what's there to be uneasy about?" Wang Yi's tone revealed helplessness.

After a brief silence, the second sister-in-law's voice rang out again, lower and more serious, each word spoken as if emphasizing something: "Wang Yi, listen carefully. I am your woman, and Tao Tao is your biological son. In this family, besides your parents, the people closest to you, with the most aligned interests, and who will think of you the most, are my son and me."

"—Xiao Ye is also my younger brother, we're blood relatives." Wang Yi's voice deepened.

"I know he's your younger brother!" The second sister-in-law seemed a little agitated. "But don't forget, he's already been expelled from Wudang Mountain! It's like he's returned to secular life? If he doesn't go back, if he really decides to come back, to return to the group..."

She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, but finally spoke: "Then he will no longer just be your younger brother who has become a monk. He will have another identity: a third son who is eligible to compete for the inheritance. A—a legitimate competitor who could potentially pull you down from your current position."

On the balcony, Wang Yi remained silent for a moment before his voice, devoid of emotion, rang out: "He's part of this family, and he already has a share in the group. As for the position of heir—Dad said it's about ability and fair competition. If Xiao Ye truly has the ability and the will, I have nothing more to say."

"Fair competition? Wang Yi, do you really think so, or—" The second sister-in-law's words were cut short by a soft sigh.

The guest room was completely silent.

Lu Linglong's relaxed expression vanished, and she looked at Wang Ye somewhat helplessly. Her lips moved, and she whispered, "Senior Brother Wang—"

Wang Ye stood there with his back to her. He had heard everything she said clearly. The light from the window cast a faint shadow on his face, obscuring his expression.

A few seconds later, he turned around, his face now showing his usual nonchalant calm, and he even gave Lu Linglong a nonchalant smile.

"It's nothing," he said casually, as if he had just overheard some trivial chatter. "It's normal. Families like ours have a lot of money and a lot of trouble, so a little drama now and then is—that's pretty normal."

It is human nature, and even immortals are not exempt from it. What can the king do about it? He can only stay away from it.

Several days have quietly slipped by.

During this time, Wang Ye and Lu Linglong coincidentally met the three young members of the Zhuge family with different personalities, who were jokingly called the "Three Fools of Zhuge," and even Zhuge Qing was dragged into it.

However, even with Zhuge Qing's wisdom and everyone's best efforts, they were still helpless against the ever-present stalkers. They simply followed without doing anything, and even extended their "attention" to Wang Ye's family.

This kind of indecisive threat, like being cut with a dull knife, was intolerable even to the king.

Even if the other party hasn't made a move yet, just "watching" his family has crossed his bottom line.

In the end, Wang Ye chose to "spend money to avoid disaster" and paid a staggering 100 million yuan to get Zhang Chulan, a "temporary worker" from Na Du Tong, and his follower Feng Baobao to help.

Zhang Chulan lived up to expectations, using his resourceful methods and connections to cleverly maneuver and exert pressure, temporarily forcing back Wang Ai and Chen Jinkui, two of the Ten Elders who were plotting behind the scenes, at least making them clearly withdraw their plans to harm Wang Ye's family.

The matter seems to have come to an end.

However, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high in the sky. It was an empty area in an abandoned factory in the suburbs.

Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye, and Lu Linglong gathered here to bring this turmoil to a close.

Just as Zhang Chulan clapped his hands, feeling he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, a sudden change occurred!

"No need to hide anymore, make your move."

A calm yet undeniably authoritative voice echoed from the shadows of the abandoned factory.

As soon as the command was given, shadowy figures appeared from all directions as if seeping from the ground, quickly and systematically flanking the five people in the center of the arena.

A strong aura, mixed with all sorts of malice, instantly filled the space.

Lü Liang adjusted his glasses, a signature smile—slightly shy but dangerous—on his face; Tu Junfang, the "Three Corpses," stood silently, surrounded by what seemed like swirling black mist; several of the "Four Madmen" revealed their own unique, dangerous expressions; the "Six Thieves,"

Liao Tietou, Yuan Shixiao, Xue Fan carrying the Soul-Guiding Banner, Yuan Tao playing with the Nine Dragons and his apprentice Han Dan'er—almost all the masters of Quanxing who have been active in recent years, and even some who have been in hiding for a long time, have gathered here!

"Someone's coming! A lot of people! Something's not right!" Lu Linglong was the first to get alert; her senses were exceptionally sharp, and she immediately raised the alarm.

A chill ran through them.

Zhuge Qing reacted extremely quickly, a faint blue light emanating from his eyes. He instantly activated the Qimen Manifestation Technique, his vision piercing through the darkness, and he saw several faces among the crowd that made his pupils shrink.

"Quanxing?!" he growled through gritted teeth, his voice filled with disbelief and a hint of suppressed anger.

"What?! Old Qing, you didn't see wrong?" Wang Ye immediately asked, his face darkening.

"Absolutely no mistake! The Four Madmen—I'd recognize them even if they were reduced to ashes!" Zhuge Qing's tone was resolute, his eyes flashing with cold light. A close elder in his family had fallen at the hands of these very people years ago.

"What's going on?! How did the Quanxing group end up here?! And with so many people?!" Zhang Chulan was shocked and immediately pulled out his phone to call for backup.

"No signal?!" The glaring "No Service" message on his phone screen stunned him.

Everyone else took out their phones, but the result was the same: all communication signals were blocked.

"The preparations were so thorough—this was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision. We've been being watched for so long without even noticing—" Zhang Chulan's heart sank, and a terrifying thought surfaced in his mind.

Like the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. They painstakingly resolved the troubles of Wang Ai and Chen Jinkui, only to become the target of an even bigger predator.

"Damn it!" Zhang Chulan knew even with his toes that the target of this group of Quanxing was likely him, or rather, the "Body Source Flow" within him.

"Damn it!" Wang Ye cursed under his breath. He immediately realized that this was probably aimed at him, or at the "Feng Hou Qi Men" technique he had just revealed.

The two spoke in unison, then exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

"Stop standing there! Let's go! It's not just the Four Madmen, there are many tough guys too! This lineup is not something we can handle!" Zhuge Qing shouted urgently, and was about to pull up Zhang Chulan and Lu Linglong, who were closest to him, in an attempt to break through the encirclement before it closed in.

However, Zhang Chulan suddenly slapped away his outstretched hand.

"What's wrong with you?!" Zhuge Qing exclaimed in astonishment.

"Chu Lan's condition is not right!" Lu Linglong could see it more clearly. Zhang Chu Lan's fists were clenched, his body was trembling slightly, as if he was forcibly suppressing something, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

Not only Zhang Chulan, but Wang Ye, who was standing next to him, also showed signs of abnormality.

His usual laziness had turned into a numb sense of powerlessness. His mind wanted to follow Zhuge Qing's actions, but his body was too heavy to muster any energy, as if all his fighting spirit and strength had been instantly drained.

"It's the methods of 'Thunder Smoke Cannon' and 'Intestinal Poison'!" Zhuge Qing instantly realized, and his face turned extremely ugly.

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly clutched his chest. An indescribable surge of intense emotions, a mixture of sadness, regret, and self-doubt, overwhelmed him without warning, causing his eyes to redden and tears to flow uncontrollably.

It was the combined effect of Gao Ning's "Twelve Labors of Love" and Dou Mei's "Intestinal Poison" pollen!

Gao Ning's formation can affect the twelve meridians of the people within it. Each meridian corresponds to two emotions, positive and negative. By repeatedly "damaging" these emotions, it eventually causes people to break down mentally and become addicted to a certain extreme emotion, and the corresponding organs will also suffer severe damage.

Doumei's pollen can soften a person's will, demoralize them, and has a strong calming and sedative effect, essentially a paralyzing one. The combination of the two amplifies its power, enough to instantly render a weak-willed or unprepared individual incapable of fighting.

Aside from Feng Baobao, who is born with a "childlike heart" and has unusual emotional reactions, and Lu Linglong, who seems to be protected by some special quality, the three outstanding young people, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and Zhang Chulan, were all caught in the trap in just one encounter, falling into their own different emotional quagmires or states of helplessness, almost losing their ability to resist.

This is the terrifying aspect of the "Four Madmen" that makes them so feared.

"run?"

"Where do you want to run?"

Yuan Tao's sinister voice rang out, and a bead engraved with the "Chaofeng" pattern in his hand suddenly shot out as fast as a meteor, aiming straight for Zhuge Qing, who was injured and in tears!

At the critical moment, Lu Linglong's figure flashed, and in an instant, the Longevity Flower Umbrella unfolded in her hand. A layer of light flowed across the surface of the umbrella, and she accurately knocked away the fierce Chaofeng Pearl.

Yuan Tao's nine dragon sons each have their own unique uses: the Chiwen Pearl protects the body, the Chaofeng Pearl is swift, the Baxia Pearl is heavy, the Junni Pearl produces smoke, and the Pulao Pearl traps the enemy—making them extremely difficult to deal with.

However, in that brief delay, the Quanxing group had already completed their encirclement, trapping the five people in the center.

"Wow, after waiting so long, we've finally found the perfect opportunity." Huang Fang, a bespectacled, student-looking man, shook his phone, his tone relaxed. "Isn't it a coincidence? The signal in this area is under maintenance," he said, "and it'll take at least three hours to get it back online."

"There aren't that many coincidences in the world," a clear voice came from behind the crowd. A young man in a hoodie slowly stepped out, his gaze fixed on Lu Linglong. "It's just that someone is using us to achieve their goals. But it doesn't matter, our goals are the same for now."

"Xiao Yuzi?!" Lu Linglong exclaimed in disbelief, looking at the seemingly simple and introverted "little Taoist priest" face that she had met several times at Longhu Mountain.

"Lu Linglong, we meet again." Xiao Yuzi smiled slightly and took off his hat. "That identity is a thing of the past. Let's get to know each other again. I am Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing."

The acting leader of the Quanxing Sect?!

Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, and Zhuge Qing, who were barely maintaining a sliver of clarity, were shaken to their core. The impact of this identity even temporarily overshadowed their emotional and physical abnormalities.

"Let's make a deal, Lu Linglong," Gong Qing said bluntly, his eyes burning with desire.

"You—did it for me?" Lu Linglong glanced around at the Quanxing masters who were eyeing her menacingly, and she already understood.

"That's right." Gong Qing admitted frankly, glancing back at Gao Ning and Dou Mei.

The two understood each other and temporarily restrained their abilities.

Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, and Zhuge Qing immediately felt the force that had been eroding their minds and bodies recede like a tide. The three of them immediately gasped for breath, covered in cold sweat. Although they had escaped, their spirits and bodies had suffered a great shock, and their combat power had been greatly reduced in a short period of time.

"A little something to show our sincerity," Gong Qing gestured to Lu Linglong.

"I don't understand," Lu Linglong gripped the umbrella handle tightly, staring directly at Gong Qing, "What is it about me that makes you go to such lengths?"

"No need to pretend anymore, Lu Linglong." Gong Qing stepped forward, his eyes sharp as knives. "You are the true contemporary successor of the Three Truths Dharma, having received the true inheritance of that only modern person to ascend to immortality in broad daylight!"

He paused, then held up his phone and waved it: "If before this I was merely speculating based on various clues, then today's events, the mastermind behind it—has confirmed for me 100%. It's not just the Quanxing who's targeting you, but also—"

Gong Qing stretched out his finger and slowly pointed to the deep night sky, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan looked at Lu Linglong with disbelief in their eyes.

"Linglong, what exactly is going on—" Wang Ye asked with difficulty, his voice somewhat hoarse.

"————Sigh." Lu Linglong sighed softly, her shoulders seemed to relax slightly, yet she also seemed to be bearing even greater pressure.

She turned to Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, and the others, her face apologetic: "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Wang Ye, Chulan, Bao Bao, Senior Brother Zhuge—I kept it from you all before."

"So—" Zhuge Qing swallowed, feeling his throat go dry.

The only one in modern times to ascend to immortality using the Three Truths Method—who doesn't know him if they have even a slight understanding of the history of the supernatural world?

That was a figure, almost legendary, standing at the end of the path of cultivation.

Lu Linglong actually received that person's inheritance?!

Gong Qing's voice rang out again: "As far as I know, you only recently began to truly come into contact with and cultivate that inheritance. Even if it is immortal magic," it is absolutely impossible for it to grant you the ability to contend with all of us in such a short time. Therefore—"

He softened his tone, using a negotiating, persuasive approach: "Let's make a deal, Lu Linglong."

Lu Liang stepped out from behind him, glanced at Zhang Chulan somewhat embarrassedly, and pushed up his glasses.

"Lü Liang! You bastard!" Zhang Chulan cursed through gritted teeth.

He had some private collaborations and contacts with Lü Liang, but Lü Liang did not give him any warning about this large-scale operation by Quanxing.

"Sorry, Chu Lan," Lü Liang shrugged, but his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Lu Linglong. "After all—that's a celestial technique. I also want to see it with my own eyes."

Gong Qing continued, "Lü Liang's ability is to safely read and extract a portion of your memories. You just need to cooperate and let him extract the part of your memories related to the 'immortal arts' inheritance. In exchange, we'll let the four of them leave safely. How about it?"

To everyone's surprise, Lu Linglong nodded calmly almost without hesitation: "Okay."

This surprised even Gong Qing and the Quanxing masters around him.

They had anticipated that Lu Linglong would refuse outright, resist fiercely, bargain, and were even prepared to torture her companions to force her to comply, but they never expected her to agree so readily.

Gong Qing narrowed his eyes, his gaze scrutinizing: "I advise you not to try anything funny. The consequences of deceiving us are something neither you nor your friends can bear."

"Gentlemen," Gong Qing stepped aside and gestured to Wang Ye and the others, "you can leave now."

However, none of Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, Zhuge Qing, or Feng Baobao moved an inch.

"Senior Brother Wang, Chu Lan, Bao Bao, Senior Brother Zhuge, hurry up and go! Don't worry about me!" Lu Linglong said urgently.

"How could I not care?" Wang Ye wiped the cold sweat from his face, steadied himself, and looked at Lu Linglong with a firm gaze. "If it weren't for my sake, you wouldn't have been dragged into this, and you wouldn't be blocked here by them."

He turned to Zhang Chulan and Zhuge Qing: "Old Zhang, Old Qing, and Feng Baobao, you guys go first."

"Where to go?" Zhang Chulan sneered, his mind racing. "They say they'll let us go, but who knows how many people are waiting outside to scavenge for our lives. Immortal techniques are tempting, but some people probably won't pass up the chance to take down me, the successor of the Body Source Stream, as well. Separating now would be the stupidest decision we could make."

"Well," Zhuge Qing smiled wryly, secretly circulating his Qi to regulate his disordered energy. "It seems I have no choice."

To be honest, for a moment just now, faced with such a desperate situation and the temptation of "immortal magic," he did waver in his decision to seek survival on his own. However, his companions' attitude and the real danger made him make a quick choice.

"Ha, what a fine display of deep affection." Yuan Tao scoffed impatiently. "Since none of you want to leave, then you can all stay!"

He had barely finished speaking.

But then Lu Linglong let out another soft sigh, this time with a sense of certain peace and acceptance.

"well----"

"Gong Qing," she raised her eyes, her gaze clear and calm as she looked at the acting leader of Quanxing, "Whether you are Xiaoyuzi or Gong Qing, for the sake of Uncle Tian, ​​I'm giving you, and all of you, one last chance. Now, leave here immediately, and you still have a chance to live."

"Hmph! What a big mouth!" Yuan Tao laughed angrily. "You little brat, do you think you can intimidate us with your bluster?"

"Am I easily scared?"

"Old Master Yuan," Gong Qing raised his hand to stop Yuan Tao, his gaze never leaving Lu Linglong, his eyes filled with inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible vigilance, "She might—not really be bluffing."

"You mean—" Yuan Tao frowned.

Gong Qing nodded, his voice not loud, but loud enough for all the Quanxing disciples around to hear: "As the sole successor of that ascended being, isn't it normal for him to have some life-saving trump cards, or even some—methods beyond our comprehension?"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Perhaps she really does have a way to severely injure or even kill most of us in an instant."

Yuan Tao glared: "So you made us take this risk?!"

Gong Qing frankly replied, "If I had told you this speculation beforehand, would you, and several others, have been so eager to come?"

"You little brat!" Yuan Tao was furious, but had no words to reply.

Seeing the hesitation and fear on the faces of some Quanxing disciples around them, after all, the words "ascended" and "immortal techniques" themselves carried an indescribable deterrent power.

Gong Qing suddenly raised his voice and said loudly, "Everyone!"

He surveyed his surroundings, his eyes hardening with fervor and determination: "What do you think we're doing here tonight? Are we here to rob ordinary manuals? No! What we seek is the art of immortality! The supreme opportunity to attain eternal life and touch the very essence of the Great Dao!"

"Ordinary people, let alone cultivate themselves, don't even have the good fortune to glimpse a fraction of it! But tonight, we not only have the opportunity to see it with our own eyes, but we may even hold it in our hands and embark on that legendary path!"

"So what if we take some risks and pay some prices for this?!"

He abruptly turned his head, staring intently at Lu Linglong again, his voice resolute, carrying the decisiveness of the acting leader of Quanxing and a reckless gambler's spirit: "Besides, she might not actually possess the methods I suspect!"

"Make it appear real when it's fake, and fake when it's real! Don't try to scare us off with an empty city ploy!"

Gong Qing stepped forward, his imposing aura overwhelming: "Lu Linglong! Stop with your tricks!"

"Bring on whatever methods you have!"

"I don't believe you can kill us all in an instant!"

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Today I'll temporarily wrap up Under One Person, and then I'll write the most popular story right now, Snow Sword.

I know some people want to read Dragon Raja, and some have even posted sixty or seventy comments in a row, but the minority will yield to the majority. And don't worry, with my update speed, it will be very fast.

The second half of Snowy Mountain doesn't have much plot to begin with; it's mostly about pretending to be weak while actually being strong, showing off, and getting slapped in the face. It probably won't be long before it ends. I'll wrap up Snowy Mountain first, and then wrap up Dragon Clan.

After that, there will be Luo Xiaohei, Frilian, and the historical world of One Man Alone (Tang Dynasty Brick or something is also fine), that's it for now, it'll be quick.

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