Under One Person: The Sea Emperor Who Shattered Heaven and Earth

"The sky has fallen... This time it's really fallen."

Zhang Chulan looked at Xu San and Xu Si beside him, on the verge of tears.

"Third brother, fourth brother, tell me the truth, are those three names on the list what I think they mean?"

Xu Si took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a string of bluish smoke rings, and patted Zhang Chulan's shoulder with pity: "Chulan, congratulations. Those three names—Jiang Ping, Jiang An, and Jiang Shun—are indeed the biological children of that 'Sea Emperor' Jiang Zhen."

"Can I just quit?" Zhang Chulan slammed the list on the ground, his face filled with despair. "How am I supposed to fight like this? Huh? How am I supposed to fight like this!"

"What merit do I, Zhang Chulan, possess to be expected to fight three 'second-generation sea tycoons'?"

Zhang Chulan grabbed his hair and analyzed rapidly, "Think about it, I came to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony to find out the truth about my grandfather back then. Now, suddenly, the children of three top-tier tycoons have entered the fray. Putting aside whether I can beat them with normal strength, even if I, Zhang Chulan, have a cheat code and explosive luck, and can actually beat them on the field, the problem is—do I even dare to win?!"

"It's nothing." Feng Baobao, who was squatting to the side, raised her head and looked at Zhang Chulan expressionlessly, her tone as calm as ever. "Zhang Chulan, I can't handle that old man. And you really can't beat those three kids either. But if you want to win, I can try to bury them all."

"My dear Bao'er! Please calm down!" Zhang Chulan almost knelt down before Feng Baobao on the spot, tears welling up in his eyes. "Those are the Sea Emperor's own daughter and son! You're going to bury them? The moment you strike with the shovel, we'll all turn into fish food in the sea! I'm begging you, sister, please let them go, and let me go too."

At the same time, Xu San and Xu Si covered Feng Baobao's mouth, then immediately looked around to see if there were any spies.

Xu Si didn't even bother to pick up the cigarette that had fallen from his lips: "My dear ancestors, baby, we can't do anything reckless. If we touch those three, Chairman Zhao will skin us alive if he finds out."

Xu San then adjusted his glasses, his expression becoming somewhat serious: "Chu Lan, the situation has indeed changed. Chairman Zhao just relayed a message that Jiang Haihuang's intention is 'fair competition'."

"But now that the list has been released, it means that the Celestial Master has tacitly approved of this. Stop thinking about those useless things and hurry up and think about how to get through the first round of the draw."

Chapter 137 The Fear of the Whole Society (4000 words)

Just as Longhu Mountain was caught up in a frenzy over the prizes of several great treasures, the atmosphere in a secluded cave at the foot of the mountain was oppressively suffocating.

This is a temporary secret outpost of the Quanxing.

Gong Qing, the acting leader of Quanxing, who was originally infiltrating Longhu Mountain to plan the overall situation, had long lost his composure. In fact, a few days before he learned that Jiang Zhen was going to Longhu Mountain, he asked Tian Jinzhong for leave overnight, made up a lie, and scrambled down the mountain.

Not all the elderly members of the Quanxing sect who survived from the Republican era are dead. Gong Qing pieced together a vague yet chilling outline of the terror of "Sea Emperor" Jiang Zhen from the fragments of the old people's words.

Faced with such a terrifying existence, to continue staying at the Celestial Master's Mansion as an undercover agent? That's not being an undercover agent, that's having a death wish. Gambling that Jiang Zhen won't discover him? Don't be ridiculous.

At this moment, the cave was filled with all sorts of monsters and demons from the Quanxing sect, and those old Quanxing guys who were usually arrogant were packing their luggage and talking one after another.

"I'm not getting involved. Let whoever wants to do this business do it. I'm taking the train back north tonight." An old man smoking a pipe snorted and slung his bundle over his shoulder.

"Yes, this commotion is huge. Zhang Zhiwei was already a headache enough, but now even that King Yama has returned. Staying on Longhu Mountain is just waiting to die." Another old woman, who was blind in one eye, chimed in.

Seeing that morale was about to collapse, Gong Qing's face turned grim. He quickly stepped onto a higher ground and said, "Everyone! Please calm down! We gathered here originally for the Qi Body Source Flow, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. But now? Not only do we have the Qi Body Source Flow, but we also have Lu Jin's 'Heavenly Record,' and even the 'Transformation Pearl' personally brought out by that Sea Emperor! That's a divine object that can evolve along with the soul!"

He looked around, his tone carrying a carefully crafted incitement, "After all this planning, are you really willing to leave empty-handed and walk away without getting any benefits?"

The stronghold was quiet for a moment.

Then, the old man smoking his pipe stopped, turned around, looked at Gong Qing with an expression as if he were a fool, and said very decisively:

"I'm willing, why wouldn't I be willing?"

"The train tickets have already been purchased by someone."

Gong Qing: "..."

The entire stronghold instantly fell into an awkward silence. Gong Qing could even hear the veins throbbing in his temples. He never imagined that these usually lawless Quanxing demons, who would do anything for their desires, could be so self-righteous when they were being cowardly.

Gong Qing took a deep breath, suppressing the surging helplessness in his voice, and changed the subject, continuing his persuasive rhetoric: "Everyone, please listen to me. That Sea Emperor is very strong, and his reputation is great. But so what? No matter how strong he is, he's still just one person! There are so many of us in the Quanxing Sect. If things get chaotic, we can just grab the stuff and run. Even if he has extraordinary abilities, can he really kill us all in an instant?"

Upon hearing this, many of the younger and middle-aged members of the Quanxing sect in the audience had a slight flicker in their eyes.

Seeing this, Gong Qing immediately increased his intensity, his voice echoing through the cave: "As for who ends up with the item, that's up to everyone's ability!"

"Brothers, the timid starve, the bold thrive! As the saying goes, no child cries every day, and no gambler loses every day! This is an unparalleled opportunity; you'll never have another one like it! Besides, this is China. The company and the authorities won't let him run rampant; he'll have to be somewhat cautious. As long as we're quick and efficient, our chances are still very good!"

These words completely shook many of the desperate members of the Quanxing faction in the audience.

“That’s right… what the acting sect leader said makes sense.” A burly man with a face full of scars licked his lips. “No matter how powerful he is, can he grow tens of thousands of hands and slaughter all of us who scattered and fled? The company and the authorities will definitely restrict him.”

"The boldest dare to try! Let's do it! If we can get just one of the Qi Source Flow, the Heavenly Scroll, or the Transformation Pearl, we'll be rich for life!"

Looking at the excited crowd below the stage, the elderly members of the Quanxing sect in the corner exchanged glances but no one spoke. They simply tightened their luggage even more.

Finally, driven by greed, most of the young and middle-aged members of the Quanxing sect were persuaded by Gong Qing and clamored to continue according to the original plan.

"Alright! Since everyone is confident, then go and make your preparations. Meeting adjourned!" Gong Qing clapped his hands.

However, after the event ended, the elders of Quanxing gathered together, nodded to each other, and leisurely left in groups. Once they were out of everyone's sight and confirmed that no one else from Quanxing was around, they used their fastest movement techniques to disappear in a flash.

The group only slowed down slightly after running out of Longhu Mountain territory, and immediately began to curse.

"Pah! A bunch of stupid idiots who don't know what's good for them!" The old man smoking his pipe spat fiercely. "Do they really think the company can control him? They think they have a lot of men. Back then on Zijin Mountain, 300,000 armed men were all evaporated by that old monster until not even bone fragments were left!"

"Exactly! These brats are so arrogant!" The blind old woman beside him cursed as she walked without stopping. "They expect the company to restrain him? I bet if Jiang Zhen had wiped everyone out on Longhu Mountain today, Zhao Fangxu wouldn't have dared to utter a sound. He'd have to bring his men over to clean up the mess and carry the corpses! What a bunch of stupid fools who don't care about their lives. Stay away from them, lest you bring this old woman into their mess when they get their comeuppance!"

The old folks grumbled and ran further and further away, completely withdrawing from this so-called feast.

Meanwhile, the scene at the front square of Longhu Mountain was quite different, with disciples from various sects and schools gradually gathering in circles.

Today, both Wang Bing, who usually loves to show off, and Feng Shayan, who is proud and arrogant, seemed somewhat distracted.

Most people's gazes drifted towards the center of the square with extreme discretion and apprehension.

There was a very large open area there. The young superhumans from the surrounding country seemed to have reached some kind of tacit agreement, and none of them came within five meters of that place.

In the center of that open space, three people stood quietly.

Jiang Ping, Jiang An, Jiang Shun.

The three siblings stood there calmly, each over two meters tall, inheriting Jiang Zhen's genes. Their white coats were spotless, and the large characters for "Justice" on their backs exuded a heavy sense of oppression in the sunlight.

"Silence! The draw for the top 36 teams will now begin!"

On the high platform, a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain channeled his Qi, and his voice resounded throughout the entire area.

In the center of the open space were several huge wooden crates covered with runes, filled with small wooden balls bearing the battle codes.

"Please come forward one by one to draw lots!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the three Jiang siblings calmly strode forward to the front of the line. As distinguished guests from overseas in the New World, no one in the room objected to them being the first to draw lots.

However, there are always exceptions.

"Get out of the way."

A cold and extremely arrogant voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

Everyone turned to look and saw Wang Bing, the grandson of Wang Ai, walking over from behind with a sullen face.

Although Wang Bing heard some rumors about the "Sea Emperor" last night, he didn't take them to heart at all.

In his view, the Wang family was a top-tier existence in the world of supernatural beings, able to get whatever they wanted, and they also possessed one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, "Binding Spirits and Commanding Generals".

What right do these nouveau riche who have been living abroad for decades have to ride roughshod over us, the legitimate and established families, just because they've returned to China? And expect us to step aside? Are you kidding me?

Wang Bing walked directly to the lottery box, deliberately raised his chin, and coldly snorted at Jiang Ping, who was at the front of the line, his eyes full of disdain.

"Bing'er!!!"

Just as Wang Bing was about to continue his arrogant remarks and show off his power, a sudden exclamation rang out.

"grandfather?"

Wang Bing was slightly taken aback and immediately turned around. He had thought his grandfather was coming to back him up, and he was planning to show his grandfather how he would teach these foreign bumpkins a lesson.

However, what met his eyes was not his grandfather's approving gaze, but a fat shadow carrying a violent wind pressure.

Suddenly, Wang Ai, one of the Ten Elders, appeared out of nowhere and suddenly unleashed a terrifying speed, charging towards them like a human bomb.

Before Wang Bing could react, Wang Ai had already rushed in front of him. She swung her cane, creating a sharp whistling sound, and struck Wang Bing hard on the back of the neck!

"Oh!"

The dull thud caused the surrounding supernatural beings to simultaneously shrink their necks.

Before Wang Bing could even utter a sound, his eyes rolled back instantly, and he collapsed like a lump of mud.

Wang Ai reacted quickly, scooping up the unconscious Wang Bing and holding him tightly in her arms, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

He didn't even glance down at Wang Bing. Instead, he immediately raised his head, suppressing all remaining panic and anger on his face in a very short time. He put on an extremely respectful smile and said gently to the three Jiang siblings in front of him, "Oh dear, gentlemen, I'm so sorry—this kid didn't bring his brain with him today and offended you all. I've already taught him a lesson on your behalf. Please go first, please go first! Please don't hold this unworthy descendant against you."

After saying that, Wang Ai hugged Wang Bing like a dead dog and rushed back to the Wang family's territory as if her pants were on fire, so that the other Wang family members could help Wang Bing draw lots.

The three siblings, Jiang Ping, Jiang An, and Jiang Shun, who were standing still, looked at each other and scratched their heads, somewhat puzzled.

"Brother, what are they doing?" Jiang Shun asked, watching Wang Ai's retreating figure. "We haven't even said anything yet, and he's already knocked his own grandson unconscious? Is the way people in our hometown express politeness so peculiar?"

Jiang Ping shook his head and said succinctly, "I don't know, but never mind, let's draw lots."

The three stepped forward, reached into the box, and each pulled out a wooden ball.

The drawing of lots continued in an orderly manner. Learning from Wang Bing's experience, the scions of the noble families who followed were all more disciplined than the last, and the drawing of lots was more than twice as fast.

"Next up, Zhang Chulan!"

With a loud shout from the Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain, the previously quiet square was once again stirred up by a considerable commotion.

"Is this the successor of the Qi Source Stream?"

"He doesn't look like a master at all..."

Amidst curious gazes, Zhang Chulan drooped his head and hunched his neck, swaying as he moved toward the lottery box.

His heart was pounding—Xu San, Xu Si, and Feng Baobao's words were still swirling in his mind, especially the few words about that sea emperor; just thinking about them sent chills down his spine.

While cursing the heavens and the injustice of fate in his heart, Zhang Chulan cautiously reached into the box, groping like a blind man feeling an elephant. His lips were slightly parted, and in a voice only he could hear, he frantically pleaded and begged for mercy:

"Lord Laozi, may this be done hastily! May all the passing deities protect me... Please don't let me draw those three white coats! Please don't draw them! I want to live a few more years!"

Snapped.

Zhang Chulan's fingers touched a wooden ball. He swallowed hard and grabbed it.

Upon closer inspection, he saw an extremely unfamiliar code name written on it. Then, comparing it to the updated match-up list next to it, he discovered that his opponent was a completely unknown rogue cultivator whose name he had never heard of before.

"call……"

Zhang Chulan immediately let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if his bones had been pulled out, almost collapsing to the ground. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, a relieved smile spreading across his face: "Thank goodness! Thank goodness! The first round is in the bag!"

Half an hour later, the draw officially concluded. All the match-up lists were compiled and sent to the backyard pavilion immediately.

Jiang Zhen sat in the chair and reached out to take the final matchup roster jointly produced by Nadutong Company and Tianshi Mansion.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Jin, and Wang Ai, who had just sat back down, all turned their gazes over.