Unfilial disciple, do not ruin your master's dream of ascension and peaceful life.

In a luxury suite at the hotel—

Zhong Wei glanced at her phone and said with a serious expression:

"Micah is dead."

Zhou Rongrui commented on this:

"waste!"

"Don't say that. You and I both know that Micah is a professional when it comes to assassination. His ability range is much farther than yours, but his operation at the World Trade Center... it was over in about five minutes."

"You mean, that couple found him in five minutes, not only avoiding his trap but also killing him the moment they met?"

"Very likely... and nine times out of ten, it was that man who did it."

"Alright, worth a fight!"

"Fight my ass, that guy is no simpleton. What we should do now is wait for an opportunity and try to take that woman down when they separate."

"You're fucking patient..."

"I just don't want to die."

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Meanwhile, at Qianjing's home—

"...Hmm?"

When Ye Yinqiu woke up again, she found herself lying on a pair of slender but supple thighs.

Looking up along the legs, you see the concerned face of a young woman.

Looking to the side, this is the living room of Qianjing's rented apartment, where Qianmo and Xinwenyue are fast asleep on the carpet.

"You're awake?"

The young girl smiled gently, like a loving mother.

"I'm awake... What happened? I was just shopping with my master... And who are you?"

"I am Ning Ruozhi, a good friend of Qianjing and Zhiyu. I was invited to come and help. Are you feeling unwell right now?"

"I don't feel unwell, just a stomach ache, like I've been punched..."

"Looks like she's alright, Qianjing! Zhiyu! Come quick, she's awake!"

……

"I see, thank you for saving me, fairy!"

After hearing the whole story, Ye Yinqiu clasped his hands in a respectful greeting to Ning Ruozhi, who blushed and waved her hands repeatedly, muttering, "I'm not a fairy."

Moreover, Ning Ruozhi was also full of questions.

Qianjing called her to come and help, but when she arrived at the scene, she found Qianjing scanning the barcode to pay at the messy clothing store counter. None of the three girls were seriously injured. Did Qianjing do some emergency treatment beforehand?

Lin Zhiyu also looked at him suspiciously, while Qian Jing sat innocently to the side drinking (dry Martell, shaken well, not stirred).

Seeing that Qianjing remained silent, she had no choice but to explain the whole story, such as how their names had been targeted by the dangerous assassin duo, and how the mall sniper was likely a third person they had brought in.

Ning Ruozhi added that she had met the sniper just yesterday. The guy's name was Micah Van der Linde, from the "Great Desert" of the Westworld. He belonged to the Pinkerton Agency, an Ascended organization in the United States. He had been warned by the vice president of the Ascended Mutual Aid Association (who was also the current president) for his flamboyant behavior. Micah came to Haijing to expand his business channels.

"The Pinkerton Detective Agency is said to often take on illegal jobs behind the backs of the Mutual Aid Society, and they're addicted to robbery and duels. Maybe it's just in the nature of those Western frontiers," Lin Zhiyu complained.

"He probably accepted the job to kill you while he was staying in Haijing... How outrageous!" Ning Ruozhi was rarely angry.

"In other words..."

Ye Yinqiu's big eyes darted around, then lit up.

"So, in short, it was the evil cultivators from the immortal realm who came looking for trouble, and were killed by Master, right?"

Ye Yinqiu's eyes were sparkling. Instead of being nervous after escaping death, she was very excited, which puzzled Lin Zhiyu and Ning Ruozhi.

But Qianjing could understand her.

This is typical of the mindset of people in the cultivation world: fighting against heaven, earth, and man; killing and plundering treasures is as natural as breathing; killing each other for opportunities is daily entertainment; and being seriously injured or on the verge of death is a catalyst for breaking through realms. Ye Yinqiu, who has been steeped in the cruel world of cultivation since childhood, is a typical example.

Therefore, the surprise attack and the large number of casualties actually made Ye Yinqiu feel at ease, like coming home. They were back, they were all back!

"Master, Master, this is the trial that belongs to the immortal realm, right?"

"You...can think that way too."

Will I become stronger by completing these trials?

"Probably, superpowers always get stronger the more you use them."

"So, in other words, if we cultivate in the Immortal Realm long enough, we can return to the Cangxuan Realm in a stronger state, right?"

"…………go back?"

"Yes, let's go back! Master, you'll have to return to the Cangxuan Realm to take charge of important matters sooner or later, right?"

"...!"

Qianjing's expression suddenly froze.

The wine that was being offered to their lips was stopped.

"You mean, I should go back and take charge of important matters?"

Lin Zhiyu and Ning Ruozhi both noticed that Qianjing's tone was a little off, but Ye Yinqiu still spoke happily:

"You must miss the Cangxuan Realm very much, right? Everyone misses you too, after all, your realm is so high! There's still the Heavenly Dao waiting for you to repair, realms waiting for you to break through, demonic beasts waiting for you to suppress, alien races waiting for you to conquer, the Outer Heavens waiting for you to explore, and ancient terrors waiting for you to fight. Three thousand Daoist companions await your favor, eight thousand sects await your ribbon-cutting ceremony, one hundred thousand spiritual veins await your nourishment, a million disciples await your initiation, and tens of millions of pills await your refining—"

"There's no going back."

Qianjing coldly interrupted her.

"Yes, ascension is one-way. You can only go up, not down."

The other two added.

"How could this be..."

Ye Yinqiu was dejected, and seeing her like this, Qian Jing breathed a slight sigh of relief.

However, the incredibly optimistic Ye Yinqiu quickly adjusted her state of mind and became even happier:

"Since we can't go back, let's bring up hundreds of millions of people!"

"........."

This time, Qianjing's facial features twitched visibly.

Even Lin Zhiyu and Ning Ruozhi began to feel scared. They had never seen Qian Jing angry before, but the aura he was exuding now made it seem like he was going to blow up the entire Haijing.

Ye Yinqiu was still chattering on and on:

"Using the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect and the Haijing University of Science and Technology Sect as bases, we will bring all the powerful beings from the lower realms here and settle them in. We will categorize them into registered disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, and disciples who have entered the inner circle. Just as you did in the lower realms, you will lead us in cultivation and battles! Let those geniuses from other worlds know the power of the Cangxuan Realm, make them submit wholeheartedly, and then incorporate them to form a new Immortal Alliance! Who can contend with us in the myriad paths of heaven and earth? Of course, it will be our Holy Venerable Qianjing! First this city, then this country, then this continent—let us continue your kingly conquest in the Immortal Realm!"

She grasped Qianjing's hand, beaming with joy, genuinely thrilled that the glory of the Cangxuan Realm would soon be continued in the Upper Realm.

Upon hearing this, Qianjing smiled.

He smiled very gently.

Her tone was also very gentle.

But the content of his speech was anything but gentle.

"Shut up!"