CHAPTER 127: CHAPTER 123: THE STORM IS COMING! TAKE ACTION!

The sky was getting dark.

Chen Zhixing walked step by step towards his quarters in the Miscellaneous Affairs Department.

Along the way, the servants who had completed their labor lined up on both sides upon seeing Chen Zhixing’s arrival, whispering softly among themselves.

Some wanted to ingratiate themselves with a few words, but unsure of Chen Zhixing’s temperament, they held back.

As Chen Zhixing headed towards the quarters, he heard a discussion coming from inside.

"I didn’t expect Xiao Ping, who looks so honest and unambitious, to have such good luck to catch the Saintess’s favor."

"Isn’t this like a sparrow turning into a phoenix?"

"Tsk, Old Huang, you say you are close to him, but now that he’s successful, does he even look at you?"

Immediately, Old Huang’s voice sounded: "I befriended Xiao Ping not for any selfish reasons. Now that he’s successful, I’m genuinely happy for him."

"Ha, what a saintly thing to say! Yesterday he was with you, and today he’s the favored one of the Saintess. Don’t you feel a bit jealous?"

"Alright, Old Huang, quickly wash our socks. Now that that silly Xiao Ping is gone, there’s no one left to help you when we beat you up."

Creaaak.

The door to the quarters was pushed open.

Chen Zhixing walked in expressionlessly.

The room, originally lively with discussion, instantly fell silent.

The two roommates who were pointing at Old Huang quickly turned away to face the wall, showing their backs to Chen Zhixing.

"Xiao Ping, how come you’re back?"

Old Huang’s eyes lit up, and he quickly stood up to greet him.

Chen Zhixing smiled at Old Huang and nodded, "Hmm, I still have some luggage to pick up."

After saying that, Chen Zhixing looked towards his bed, and his eyebrows furrowed instantly.

His bed was already piled with miscellaneous items.

"Uh, Xiao Ping, we thought you were gone for good..."

The two roommates hurriedly plastered smiles on their faces.

Before they could finish speaking.

Boom!!

An invisible force suddenly lifted them like a giant invisible hand, slamming them into the ceiling, and then dropping them heavily to the floor.

"From now on, I don’t want to hear anyone gossiping behind others’ backs."

Chen Zhixing glanced at the two indifferently, then extended his hand to gather his luggage into his grasp.

"Old Huang, I’m leaving first. Tomorrow, I will propose to the Peak Leader to have you manage the Miscellaneous Affairs Department."

"In the future, if you want Yu Bapi to shovel a few pounds of manure, then he will shovel those few pounds."

Chen Zhixing smiled at Old Huang and then strode out of the quarters.

Old Huang stared dazedly at Chen Zhixing’s departing figure. Not until Chen Zhixing disappeared from sight did he look away, feeling a mixture of emotions.

"Sigh!" He sighed deeply, realizing there would be no one to drink and eat roasted chicken with or listen to his boasting and idle chatter.

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After leaving the Miscellaneous Affairs Department.

Chen Zhixing headed straight towards the Fu Xiu Courtyard.

Under the night sky, the gray-brick-built Fu Xiu Courtyard appeared even more desolate and lifeless, without a trace of vitality.

Creaaak.

A young man sitting in a wheelchair wheeled himself towards Chen Zhixing.

"The master said for you to rest in this quarters." The youth pointed to a room with an expressionless, lifeless face.

"Alright, thank you."

Chen Zhixing cupped his hands as he entered the room to rest.

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That night.

Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly tempering his mental telekinesis.

Suddenly.

His ears twitched, detecting a sound nearby.

Chen Zhixing slowly opened his eyes, seeing a shadow swiftly flashing by outside the door.

"Fu Xiu?" Chen Zhixing squinted, a coldness flashing in his eyes.

Was this Elder Fu Xiu, unable to hold back, planning to act against him tonight?

The shadow lingered for a few moments but ultimately decided to leave the Fu Xiu Courtyard.

Chen Zhixing let out a slight sigh of relief.

If Fu Xiu were to attack him now, he could indeed kill Fu Xiu.

But after killing Fu Xiu, he would probably have to flee the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.

That was not the outcome Chen Zhixing desired.

This trip to the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands.

He not only needed to kill Fu Xiu.

Xu Fan and Meng Hedong had to die too!

Moments later.

Chen Zhixing slowly closed his eyes again.

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At the same time.

Outside the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands, in Fengbo City.

In an underground gambling den, angry shouts echoed continuously.

"Let me out! I am a disciple of the Profound Divine Treasure Sect! Aren’t you afraid of our elders coming for revenge?"

"Who exactly are you people?"

"I am a disciple of the Celestial Wave Sacred Land South Peak! My master is Elder Fu Shen! Who dares to capture people right under the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands’ nose?"

"Please... please let me go!"

In a spacious hall, disciples from all major sects, strung up with God-Binding Locks through their shoulder blades, dangled in the air.

Some cursed with open mouths, some called out their backgrounds, while others repeatedly pleaded for mercy.

In the gambling hall.

Hooded figures cloaked in black guarded the four corners of the hall, wielding God-Beating Whips. Anyone who shouted too loudly would receive several harsh whippings, leaving them with skin torn and screams echoing.

The next moment.

A figure, gaunt in stature, draped in a long black robe that trailed the ground, with a hood concealing their face, walked step by step into the gambling house.

The group of whip-wielding black-robed men quickly bowed and said, "Master!"

The black-robed figure nodded, then looked at the disciples hanging in the main hall, frowning slightly, and said in a hoarse, low voice:

"The quality of the goods is getting worse."

The group of whip-wielding black-robed men quickly replied, "Master, the situation outside is tense. The various Grand Sects and the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands are on high alert, investigating the disappearance of disciples from their sects, making it inconvenient to act."

The black-robed figure with the wide hood nodded upon hearing this and said nothing more.

"Who are you? I’ll tell you, my father is the Third Elder of the Profound Divine Treasure Sect, so let me go if you know what’s good for you!"

A young cultivator was shouting.

The black-robed figure with the wide hood stepped forward step by step, reached out, and pressed on the young cultivator’s head.

Crackling!

The young cultivator shuddered violently as if electrocuted.

His eyes widened, as his once robust flesh and blood quickly withered away, his pupils constantly dilating.

Streams of scarlet flowed from the dried-up large hand of the black-robed figure into their body.

Moments later.

The young cultivator’s essence blood and Divine Thought were completely drained, turning him into a dried corpse, devoid of sound.

And on the haggard face hidden under the wide hood of the trailing-robed figure, a mesmerizing flush of crimson appeared on both cheeks.

"Too weak."

The trailing-robed figure withdrew their hand, a flash of disappointment appeared in their cloudy eyes.

As for him now.

The Divine Thought of these ordinary cultivators being consumed was like a drop in the ocean, of little use.

"Next."

The trailing-robed figure shook their head and then turned to walk towards the next young cultivator.

Just then.

Boom!!!

The entire door of the gambling house shattered with a roar.

Elder Fu Shen of the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands strode in from outside.

His gaze swept across, taking in the entire scene in the hall, and he shouted in fury:

"I’ve finally caught you!"

In the next moment, he struck out in anger, fiercely striking at the trailing-robed figure.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Completed within a flash!

The trailing-robed figure only had time to hastily counterattack, but the wide hood on their head shattered instantly, revealing a long, sinister, and aged face.

"Fu Xiu?!"

Fu Shen was stunned, disbelief flooding his face.

He couldn’t believe that the person he had been painstakingly tracking, who had killed many of his disciples, was actually Fu Xiu, one of the Five Great Elders, just like him!

"Fu Shen, let me explain..."

Fu Xiu’s face turned frantic, stepping forward quickly.

"What’s there to explain? There are witnesses and evidence. Whatever you have to say, save it for the Peak Leader."

Elder Fu Shen flicked his large sleeves, speaking coldly.

"Fu Xiu, I didn’t expect you to be..."

"Die!!!"

Fu Xiu’s sinister face suddenly turned ferocious, attacking viciously in an instant.

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Half an hour later.

The underground gambling house was silent.

The heavy stench of blood was particularly pungent, with bodies lying in disarray on the ground.

An elder with white hair and beard knelt half on the ground, blood constantly spilling from his mouth, glaring fiercely at the black-robed figure.

"Fu Xiu, there’s still time for you to turn back..." Elder Fu Shen said with difficulty, the vitality in his eyes dissipating.

"Turn back? From the moment I drained my son’s Divine Thought with my own hands, I never intended to turn back!"

Fierceness flashed in Fu Xiu’s eyes as he suddenly opened his large hand, pressing it on Elder Fu Shen’s head.

Fu Shen immediately trembled madly, his essence blood and Divine Thought were rapidly siphoned off by Fu Xiu’s large hand.

Moments later.

Fu Shen, reduced to a dried corpse, collapsed to the ground, breaking into pieces.

A bewitching flush spread across Fu Xiu’s pale face.

"Just a little more... If only I had a little more, I could break through the True Self Sixth Layer!"

Fu Xiu reluctantly withdrew his hand, a shadow of uncertainty in his eyes.

With Fu Shen dead tonight, all of South Peak, even the entire Celestial Wave Sacred Lands, would be thrown into turmoil.

It wouldn’t take long before the trail would lead back to him.

"No, I can’t stay in the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands any longer!"

Determination and decisiveness flashed in Fu Xiu’s eyes.

"However..."

"Before leaving, I must consume Xiao Ping’s Divine Thought!"

"Seems like I need to accelerate everything!"

Thinking of this, Fu Xiu hesitated no longer, stepping away from the underground gambling house.

A raging inferno surged from underground, engulfing the entire underground gambling house.

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In the following three days.

Fu Xiu, as if nothing had happened, continued to impart basic knowledge about Divine Thought to Chen Zhixing, embodying the image of a caring elder.

Meanwhile, he secretly monitored the movements within the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands and sought the opportunity to make a move on Chen Zhixing.

Chen Zhixing, on the other hand, continued to search for opportunities while rapidly absorbing knowledge about the path of Divine Thought.

The path of Divine Thought unfolded far more broadly than Chen Zhixing had previously understood.

Meanwhile.

Chen Zhixing’s rise from a servant disciple to a Tao Seed disciple instantly stirred up South Peak!