CHAPTER 650: CHAPTER 252: THE GRAVEYARD OF ALL GODS, _2

"How has the Spiritual Plague index fluctuated recently?"

A figure strode in rapidly, and it was none other than Leng Dao.

Zhang Chongba heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Thanks to our little brother’s efforts, a batch has been sent away, and the city’s index has stabilized."

"Can they settle down well over there?" Leng Dao asked with a frown, "Recently, quite a number of transport ships have been stopped and prohibited from leaving the Western region."

Zhang Chongba chuckled, "Who dares to stop the Ke family’s transport ships? Even if worst comes to worst, they’ll be properly settled. Our little brother has truly become accomplished; the Ke family sends their ships whenever he calls for them!"

Leng Dao furrowed his brows and said, "You didn’t talk too much with Jing Qiu, did you?"

Zhang Chongba sighed, "I understand. Our little brother is too young and inexperienced, he hasn’t seen things like this before. If his blood boils over after witnessing certain things, it won’t end well."

After speaking, he said self-deprecatingly, "Weren’t we the same back then? Still ended up in a sorry state, only resolving it after the elders stepped in to speak on our behalf."

Leng Dao was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "When I break through to Heavenly Person, I’ll go challenge those people."

Zhang Chongba’s spirits lifted, and he gave a thumbs-up:

"Support!"

Ultimately, the Federation belongs to the realm of Heavenly Persons.

Failing to become a Heavenly Person, one remains "the younger generation".

Fortunately, they all have the hope to break through this final barrier and change this damned world.

"I hope Jing Qiu doesn’t come to the West," Leng Dao murmured.

He had once told Ji Jingqiu that the Federation today is massive, and the voice of a single person too faint. To make everyone take you seriously, you must align yourself with certain people, becoming their core or their reliance, you must unite a certain faction to expand your influence, your voice...

He had once believed that Jing Qiu might reach the end of this path, and now, it seems they were not mistaken.

Before that, they hope that Ji Jingqiu could proceed more steadily, with no need for risks, just step by step moving forward...

"Okay, back to work. Damn it, the dog days Sima Family is sealing it off so completely, they’re completely cutting off these people’s livelihoods."

Zhang Chongba cursed in a low voice and took the lead in exiting the underground safety room.

He pushed open the safety door.

In front of him, the sight of the ruins, all battered and bruised, the ground pitted and uneven, distant sky bridges broken, the air filled with the pungent smell of scorching, bullet holes and cracks everywhere, people standing perplexed among the ruins, oblivious to what the future holds...

Zhang Chongba remained silent.

...

...

"Ji, my dear nephew! This is Luo Family’s unique ’Cangmei Wine.’ While it might not compare to the Ke family’s Spiritual Wine, it also has its unique features, come, fill ’er up!"

During the evening banquet, amidst the melodious sounds of musical instruments, the guests were merry, toasting and drinking, in high spirits.

This place was located within a vast estate, brightly lit, not overly lavish or gilded, but every carved decoration revealed the discreet luxury unique to aristocratic estates.

The entire estate was permeated with the fragrant aroma of wine, serenely idyllic like a haven untainted by dust.

This is the West 4 Mo Star, Anqing Urban Circle, and the Luo Family’s territory.

What used to be the lineage of the Han Sea had through subsequent transformations, became a Martial Arts Family and now ranks among the millennial Martial Arts Families.

Having a Heavenly Master residing here was just a threshold.

The Divine Power Group of Jinxing Zhang Family had been scheming for hundreds of years, still far from reaching this level. This lifetime, they had pinned all their hopes on Zhang Buzhou.

And at this moment, the middle-aged man proposing a toast to Ji Jingqiu was Luo Xuansha, the Heavenly Person Ancestor of the Han Sea Luo Family.

Besides the important members of the Luo Family attending tonight’s banquet, there were also key official figures of the West 4 Mo Star and leaders of local planetary forces. Only those of such status were permitted entry.

"I’ve heard that not long ago, my dear nephew Ji, made quite the impression at the Ke family. Could you let me witness the unique Divine Skills you displayed?"

Luo Xuansha initiated conversation.

This man, who looked to be only in his thirties or forties but was actually over ten times older, had frosted temples, a mature and weathered air, with a casual and unrestrained demeanor exuding an air of scholarly elegance.

At the moment, with a hint of teasing in his tone, he spoke, revealing friendliness in his words.

Ji Jingqiu found no reason to refuse.

A Heavenly Person taking the initiative to affectionately address him as "nephew" and willing to contribute to his martial arts skills, who in the Federation could refuse?

After witnessing Ji Jingqiu’s ’The Beginning of One Element,’ Luo Xuansha spared no praise and then, from the perspective of a Heavenly Person, deconstructed Ji Jingqiu’s Divine Skill, and offered his personal insights, refining some details for Ji Jingqiu.

Ji Jingqiu profoundly benefited and raised his glass in respect.

"Ha ha ha, nephew Ji has unparalleled talent. Tonight we shall drink to our heart’s content, and in the future, when you achieve your Dao, my Luo Family might even bask in your glory," Luo Xuansha said with a beaming smile.

The Luo Family’s Heavenly Person seemed very optimistic about Ji Jingqiu, and accompanying him in drinking was the helmsman of the Luo Family.

That night there were delicacies from land and sea, fine wines and spirits, everything imaginable. Luo Xuansha even gave Ji Jingqiu a peculiar smile and arranged for two ladies to accompany him.

Ji Jingqiu barely escaped the sugared trap and extricated himself from the banquet.

Using the excuse of catching some fresh air, he exited the dining hall and walked down the corridor with red columns. In the distance, the night was deep, and the city lights glowed brightly under the night sky, surpassing Taian City in both splendor and scale.

Ji Jingqiu stood beside the railing, dispersing the effects of the alcohol, his gaze sweeping over the scene with a slight frown.

Weren’t they saying the war in the West hasn’t stopped?

This city, however, seemed unusually peaceful, showing no trace of the smoke of war.

"Ji, what’s wrong? Are you alright? Don’t feel well? Do you want the old ancestor to check on you?"