Perfect Double Agent

"Okay." Bai Ye nodded, watching Lan Xian leave. He glanced at the morning sun hanging high in the sky, speechless for a long time.

"Boss, Wang Manglong is here." Jin Niu, who had just seen Lan Xian off, returned and reported.

"We just chased away the butterfly, and now this moth has appeared. This is never going to end." The witch gritted her teeth inwardly, her pretty face cold. It's not good that this junior brother is too popular. It's better to have a good reputation in the Three Thousand Provinces. Look at that demon, he eats people without spitting out the bones. He stabs anyone he sees. When he appears, ten thousand people retreat. He doesn't even need to guard his home.

Unlike now, even guarding our homes can't stop others from coming.

"You don't know him well, do you? What does he want from you?" the witch asked.

Bai Ye shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

Before long, Wang Manglong arrived. Although they were of the same generation, he adopted an extremely humble posture, saying, "Greetings, Little Immortal King!"

Wang Manglong stood at the foot of the mountain, bowed his head and clasped his hands in worship, without even climbing the mountain.

Bai Ye raised his hand and pulled him over, which made Wang Manglong secretly breathe a sigh of relief. At least the Little Immortal King was as gentle as ever.

"Is there something you need, Senior Brother Wang?"

“An elder of my clan would like to invite my junior brother to visit the clan. Of course, please don’t misunderstand, it is my second ancestor, there is no other meaning.”

"Wang Er?"

Wang Manglong: "..."

Although the other party's direct address was very disrespectful, he dared not say anything. At present, the Little Immortal King was at the height of his power, his brilliance was terrifying, and even the Wind Ancestor had yielded. In the Nine Heavens, even the old ancients of a clan would have to respectfully address him as Fellow Daoist.

“Junior brother, this is definitely a good thing…” Wang Manglong said.

“A good woman doesn’t marry twice. Wang Xi is pitiful enough. Not only does she have no freedom, but she also has to go through so many marriages.” The witch’s words made Wang Manglong’s expression change.

“Little Fairy Junior Sister, our clan has an ancestor whose beauty is unparalleled, not Wang Xi’s clan sister.”

"Ancestor... Ancestor..." The witch was stunned. It was one thing for her to contend with her peers, but now even an old person like her wanted to jump out? Did she have that much teeth?

Even Bai Ye couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. Although age wasn't a big issue among cultivators, those who reached a high level were definitely not lacking in appearance, and many female cultivators had the art of preserving their youth. But wasn't his own senior sister sweet enough? Or wasn't Yuechan fair enough? Or wasn't Qingyi fragrant enough?

"Ahem... It's a portrait, about my junior brother and one of our clan's ancestors."

"Wang Xuewei? Let's go take a look." Bai Ye nodded, wanting to see what kind of scheme the Wang family was up to.

"Are you going to the Wang family?" the witch asked telepathically, her voice filled with unease.

"I know what I'm doing. Go to the Heavenly God Academy, take Yin Ling with you, and send that elder's body back. Oh, and the World Coffin has been forged into a sword embryo and is being nurtured in the Immortal Spring. Remember to take it." Bai Ye gave these instructions via telepathy and then left with Wang Manglong.

The witch was left in a daze. She knew that the coffin was a perfect match for her seed, but the more her junior brother gave her, the more flustered she became. It was just like someone who had done something wrong and was trying to make amends.

"Does he like old hags?"

Leaving aside the witch's paranoia, on the other side, the Celestial Palace rumbled, and the three ancient runes of the Celestial King's Palace, filled with the aura of immortality, radiated unparalleled brilliance.

Ahead, a magnificent golden ox galloped, shaking heaven and earth. Its golden radiance seemed to be forged from celestial gold, making Wang Manglong, who was leading the way, look on with envy.

The descendants of immortals are not even as good as oxen; they have completely disgraced their ancestors. Yet, he was not at all upset; on the contrary, he held his head high and stood tall.

"The Little Immortal King is on his way; all bystanders, please make way!"

This was a loud roar that shook the starry sea, causing a gasp to erupt from a warship ahead. A young man, with an incomparably handsome and aloof demeanor, stood at the bow, surrounded by three streams of immortal energy, making him exceptionally conspicuous and prompting a group of young people to shower him with compliments.

This was originally a warship heading to the Heavenly God Academy, led by the older generation. But with Wang Manglong's roar, everyone's expression changed, and the warships quickly moved away from each other.

Everyone was watching the young man speeding by. He looked arrogant as he led a golden bull that was pulling the Immortal King Palace, making everyone speechless.

In particular, that bull was terrifying; its three streams of immortal energy were incredibly conspicuous, just like the invincible myth in their hearts—three streams in total.

"Xuan Kun, don't be discouraged. The Heavenly God Academy is just the beginning for you. Here, you will soar to new heights and continue your invincible legend." An old man looked at the silent Xuan Kun and comforted him, fearing that his Dao heart would be shaken.

"Xuan Kun?"

Bai Ye, who had been sitting cross-legged in the celestial palace, was slightly surprised.

That seemed to be a prodigy who could be compared to Wang Xi and Yao Yue. The only thing he remembered was that the child's fate was extremely unfortunate.

It seems that in the original work, Xuan Kun was one of the promising talents of the Heavenly God Academy, enjoying unparalleled popularity and being highly regarded by many.

But later, he was first abused by Xiao Naihao, then by the descendants of the guardians, then almost killed by the red-haired guy, then continued to be abused by the disciples of the Immortal Academy and the Holy Academy, and finally killed by the geniuses of the alien realm.

As a young supreme being, he has never won a single game since his debut, and his life has been truly miserable.

But this was just a minor incident; nowadays, there aren't many young people who can catch his attention anymore.

……

The Wang family was also located in Wuliangtian. After several teleportations, they arrived at the docking area outside the Wang family's territory that afternoon, which was not slow.

This is the outer perimeter. If you want to enter the Wang family compound, you need to teleport in from here; otherwise, you'll have to fight your way in.

Now, with Wang Manglong, one of the ten outstanding figures of the Wang family in contemporary times, personally leading the way, it has astonished countless people.

"It really is a Celestial King's Palace forged from Radiant Immortal Gold... He must have obtained great fortune in that lower realm..."

"I heard he also has the Immortal Golden Sword and the Immortal Golden Bow... If our clan were to obtain them..." Someone felt their mouth go dry and couldn't help but swallow.

But with the appearance of an old man, the area fell completely silent, and everyone lowered their heads.

Dressed in a golden Taoist robe, he exuded great majesty. With white hair and a youthful face, he possessed an otherworldly and refined air. He stopped in front of the car and glared sternly at the group of people, causing them all to kneel down in fear and unease.

“This is the son of my clan’s second ancestor… Wang Zhenxuan!” Wang Manglong introduced, bowing his head as well.

The palace doors were opened, and Bai Ye stepped out calmly. He glanced at the group of Wang family members who were bowing their heads. They dared to say they wanted his things, which made Bai Ye seriously suspect that the Wang family's higher-ups might have ill intentions.

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to lower yourself to the level of some juniors. This way, please." Wang Zhen gestured for him to enter, smiling politely and showing no regard for Bai Ye as a young man in his twenties.

The ancestral land of the Wang family is a true immortal land, magnificent and beautiful beyond compare. Whether in the air or on the ground, it is filled with astonishing auspicious energy. Some places are even covered with extremely terrifying array patterns, with killing intent at every step, and the guards are extremely strict.

Wang Zhen clearly had no intention of showing him the sights. He sped along and stopped in front of a floating divine palace deep in the immortal land, and then began to retreat.

The palace is magnificent, exuding a chaotic aura, hidden in the clouds and mist, ancient and weathered, grand and vast. Standing on it, one can look down on the boundless mountains and rivers, and vaguely see, inside the open palace gate, an old man and a young man sitting opposite each other, playing a game of chess.

Because the boy had his back to him, he couldn't see the boy's complete figure. The white-haired old man, however, looked serious and kept staring at the chessboard, deep in thought.

Bai Ye walked in, and instantly, the entire space inside the palace changed completely. Large stars floated in the sky, divided into black and white. One side was filled with murderous aura, while the other was dark and deep, swallowing up all the murderous intent that came, like a bottomless pit.

This is a battle fought with chess pieces, each piece representing an evolution of a precious technique. White attacks relentlessly, while Black defends steadily, like a mountain, unfolding a silent duel.

But he was no ordinary person. Once his magical immunity was activated, all the stars were melting away, the entire world was collapsing, and even the scenery was being restored.

"Young man, being too hasty is not good. You're overturning your elders' table..."

"It's not a good habit to act like an old man. If you're not convinced, I'll kill you in two moves!" Bai Ye stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed, which made the white-haired old man's face turn cold. Who was he? The second ancestor of the Wang family, the grandson of an immortal. Even the Supreme Being would treat him with respect.

A junior in his early twenties, who killed him with just two moves, was as arrogant as rumored. If his father hadn't been sitting there, he would have suppressed him immediately, searched his soul and seized his power. Others may fear the Immortal Academy, but he was not. So what if he had a remnant of an Immortal King's artifact? If Immortal King's artifacts could allow one to roam the world, how could the world be dominated by the Longevity Clan!

"Then let's have a spar. It's been many years since I've seen such a strong-willed young man..." The young man stood up, without exuding any aura, but when he turned around, he possessed an air of boundless vicissitude.

But he himself was very young, with delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and his eyes were as clear as crystal, without any impurities, very innocent. Standing there, he exuded youthful energy.

“Something’s not right with this person…” The old monsters inside Bai Ye’s body were all awakened, revealing very serious expressions.

Even Bai Ye sensed a prying look. This might not be a simple meeting, nor could it be Wang Er's idea. It was most likely Wang Changsheng's idea.

At this moment, the atmosphere froze completely. The two stood there staring at each other, their gazes serious, making the old man beside them look left and right as if he were the outsider.

“I almost misjudged him… His primordial spirit is at the king level, but he is a dark being… This person has been replaced!” the old demon said, his tone strange.

Wang Changsheng remained silent, but his innocent eyes became extremely deep, revealing his inner vigilance.

Even Bai Ye hadn't expected things to develop in this direction. He looked at the ancient painting in Wang Changsheng's hand but didn't say anything.

Even Wang Changsheng himself didn't expect that such a small ant would carry more than one king; it was too unexpected.

“Great chaos is coming. The Wang family has no enmity with you, neither now nor in the future. I respect Xuewei’s choice.” Wang Changsheng slowly handed over the painting in his hand. The process was very slow, and his eyes remained unchanged, instead becoming even more profound, like two demonic stars.

"Father!" the old man said. The situation shouldn't be developing in this direction. This is different from what was said at the beginning. We should seize the other party's three great sword techniques to strengthen our foundation for the future.

With the help of the revived immortal array, ancestral palace, undamaged longevity halberd, and ancestral decree, it is enough to suppress a royal weapon that has lost its godhood. After searching the soul, if you don't want to kill it, you can clear its memory. It will not be exposed no matter what. But why does my father seem to be bowing his head?

"Everyone says that the Little Immortal King has unparalleled combat power. My son was also considered an unparalleled hero in his youth. If you don't mind, young friend, let's exchange a few moves." Wang Changsheng remained calm and unmoved.

"I'm afraid I might accidentally kill him." Bai Ye narrowed his eyes, not even looking at Wang Er.

"Swords and spears have no eyes, but Xiao Er won't let me down." Wang Changsheng was still smiling, but now he was even calmer.

"Who can you kill? I'll give you a handicap!" Wang Er laughed, but inwardly he was praising him. He felt that his father was being considerate of the master's reputation, wanting him to deliberately lose to the opponent during the sparring match so that his father could stand up for him and give him pointers. This would be a legitimate reason, not violating his moral principles, and making his thoughts more clear.

After all, once one's cultivation reaches this level, a single thought can affect one's entire life.

However, with a loud bang, a vast space-time suddenly descended without any warning. Accompanied by a flash of golden light, Wang Er collapsed, blood gushing from his brow, yet he seemed to be in no pain.

He didn't realize what was happening until he died.

"Young friend, you are indeed extraordinary. Please come often in the future."

"I don't care about sons who aren't my own." Bai Ye glanced at Wang Er's corpse. This child never knew until his death that he had been sold by his cheap father.

“Young friend, you flatter me. I may look a little young, but these are my offspring. Ten sons are like ten fingers, just as you are a Little Immortal King of the Nine Heavens, not a descendant of Anlan from another land.” Wang Changsheng corrected him earnestly, his attitude intriguing.

Bai Ye waved his hand, took the scroll and left directly. Wang Changsheng didn't want to be exposed, and he was too lazy to care whether the other party had given up being a proper Dark Immortal King, or whether he had become addicted to being a Supreme Cultivator, or perhaps he wanted to use the Wang family's identity to wait for an opportunity to enter the Immortal Realm, or perhaps he was just lonely and used to calling people "father" and "ancestor" here. These things didn't matter.

Importantly, Wang Changsheng was unwilling to clash with the people behind him, and everyone kept to themselves.

"Such a tiny place, yet it's so well hidden! Or is a major purge about to begin, and everyone's jumping out to reveal themselves!"

white night:"……"

Chapter 391 The Nine Heavens Where King-Level Beings Never Cease

“Grandfather…my father…”

As if sensing something, Wang Zhen looked into the interior of the Chaos Ancestral Hall, where a young figure was slowly walking out, carrying a corpse. There was no sadness, no love, only endless depths.

“This… how could this happen… my father was invincible, how could he die…” Wang Zhen refused to believe it and could not accept this outcome.

The nine sons of the Wang family astonished the world, known as the Nine Dragons of the Wang Family. Each dragon was stronger than the last, achieving unparalleled glory. When these nine peerless experts joined forces, they were invincible, their power dominating the heavens and the earth. This was one of the reasons why the Wang family dared to act without restraint.

But now, his father is dead, and his death has gone completely unnoticed.

"Second brother!"

"Second!"

Just then, a series of roars rang out from the depths of the clan's territory, startling ten thousand sacred mountains and causing the starry river to tremble violently.

Those were peerless powerhouses with youthful faces and white hair. Sensing something, they emerged from their secluded retreats and stepped into the sky, where they immediately witnessed that scene.

"Who is it! I will wipe out his entire clan!" Wang roared, his eyes turning bloodshot.