Chapter 1810 - 159: Meeting the Yellow Heaven Taoist! (2)

Fuhai King also suddenly stood up, his gaze heavy, staring intently at the tent entrance.

At this moment, the tent flap moved without any wind, lifting up directly.

A man wearing a black and gold robe, with a tall figure and calm eyes, walked in slowly.

At this moment, the outside of the tent was quiet, as if it had become a world of dead silence, with no sound at all.

In the eyes of the two men, there was only this figure, the slowly approaching figure.

As they looked at this figure.

Fuhai King’s pupils suddenly quaked, then abruptly shrank, and his heart sank heavily.

With just one glance, he recognized the identity of the newcomer.

"Who are you?" Zhenyue Heavenly King shouted out loudly, trying to use his voice to dispel the unease in his heart.

But when he opened his mouth and shouted, he found his own voice reaching his ears, already indistinct.

In his heart, Zhenyue Heavenly King suddenly felt a heavy sink, realizing that the visitor’s strength was far above his own, even reaching a realm he could not comprehend.

"King Luoshui... Jiang Ning." Fuhai King coldly spat out these words, his voice calm, but the fingers holding the fragments of the teacup subtly trembled.

The fragments of the teacup in his hand had already turned into powder.

Jiang Ning smiled faintly, his eyes sweeping over the two kings, his tone indifferent: "I heard that the Yellow Heaven Sect is stirring up trouble here, so I came to take a look. Two kings, I’ll give you two paths."

"First, retreat immediately, and never set foot in the Five Mountains Prefecture again in this life."

"Second..."

He paused, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp: "I will send you on your way."

As his words fell, the temperature in the tent dropped sharply, with an intangible pressure flooding in like a tide, making it nearly impossible for the two kings to breathe.

Zhenyue Heavenly King gritted his teeth, the veins bulging as he gripped his giant axe, yet he found it incredibly difficult to even lift his arm.

Fuhai King’s face turned ashen, finally understanding why the Sect Hierarch repeatedly admonished them not to act rashly or harm the people.

He now understood that surely the Sect Hierarch had foreseen the predicament of the Five Mountains Prefecture, which would invite this other formidable figure ranked second in the world.

King Luoshui, Jiang Ning.

If he hadn’t followed orders before, he would likely have no choice now.

He took a deep breath, slowly spreading his fingers, letting the powdered teacup drift to the ground like fine sand.

He bowed deeply to Jiang Ning: "By the Prince’s command, we... obey."

Zhenyue Heavenly King sharply turned his head, but upon meeting Fuhai King’s gaze, forcibly repressed his unwillingness, finally bowing his proud head.

Jiang Ning nodded, continuing: "I will make a trip to Xisha County to meet the Yellow Heaven Taoist."

As his words concluded, the tent fell into a dead silence.

Zhenyue Heavenly King and Fuhai King exchanged a look, seeing fear and gravity in each other’s eyes.

"Prince..." Fuhai King’s voice was dry, clasping his hands, "The Sect Hierarch he..."

"No need to say more." Jiang Ning waved his hand, his tone calm but indisputable, "I’m not going to demand accountability, just to talk. You retreat, and the rest, the Yellow Heaven Taoist and I will discuss face to face."

With that, he no longer paid attention to the two, turning to leave the tent.

As the tent flap lifted, the afternoon sun poured in, coating his retreating figure in a layer of pale gold.

In the next moment, a black and white rainbow light shot skyward, disappearing instantly into the northern sky.

Inside the tent, Zhenyue Heavenly King and Fuhai King remained silent for a long time.

After a long pause, Zhenyue Heavenly King finally said in a deep voice: "Is he really... going to see the Sect Hierarch?"

Fuhai King slowly nodded, his gaze complex: "If he said it, he will do it. This King Luoshui’s strength is beyond what we can fathom. The Sect Hierarch once said that there are few people in the world worth him regarding eye to eye. It seems now, this newly risen King Luoshui is among them."

He paused, then sighed deeply: "Pass down the order, do not move the troops for now."

"His strength is terrifyingly not below the Sect Hierarch! Could it be... is another existence about to arise to rival the Martial Saint?!!" Zhenyue Heavenly King murmured somewhat distractedly.

"I’m afraid... yes!" Fuhai King nodded.

Then he said: "The Sect Hierarch was right before, this person is bound to become a great threat. Now it seems, the Sect Hierarch’s foresight has become a warning! No wonder, no wonder the Sect Hierarch previously admonished us to follow orders!"

"If we had been ambitious and rash, we would probably have turned to dust by now! Years of laborious cultivation, all for naught!"

Upon hearing these words.

Zhenyue Heavenly King’s neck stiffly nodded: "Luckily, luckily I listened to my fellow Daoist before, avoiding a certain death tribulation!"

He then tightly gripped the handle of his giant axe, his expression indescribable.

"In the presence of such a strong person, the so-called fifty thousand troops are just a joke!"

"No need to worry!" Fuhai King shook his head: "If he intended to act against the fifty thousand elite troops, how could he have left us?"

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Xisha County.

Jiang Ning’s Tunneling Light descended over Xisha County, his mind spreading like a net, covering the heavens and earth.

He quickly found the aura of the Yellow Heaven Taoist.

Still in the upper part of the valley, but there were several more auras in the valley.

Auras similar to those of the two kings he had just encountered.

Subsequently, he chose a direction, without any concealment, flying straight towards the heavy aura resembling the earth.

Moments later, he appeared above the valley.

In the valley, mist was swirling, and the earth’s energy surging like a dragon, a figure was sitting cross-legged on a stone platform, surrounded by earthen-yellow brilliance.

Below him on twelve yellow mats, now sat five figures.

At the moment Jiang Ning appeared, the Yellow Heaven Taoist, wearing an earthen-yellow Daoist robe, suddenly opened his eyes, looking towards the sky above.

A black and white rainbow light pierced through the sky, one end from the edge of the sky, the other above the valley.

At the end of the black and white rainbow light stood a figure in mid-air, wearing a black robe with gold changes.

Upon seeing this figure, the Yellow Heaven Taoist’s eyes slightly condensed, his heart secretly shocked.

King Luoshui, Jiang Ning.

With just one glance, he recognized him.

This was the person currently in this world, who made him feel the most incredulous.

Jiang Ning’s rise interrupted many of his plans and arrangements, whether intentionally or not.

At this moment, above the valley.

Jiang Ning’s figure hovered above the mist in the valley, surrounded by black and white energy, with nine layers of Yin Yang Mysterious Light flickering faintly, like a deity descending to the mortal realm.

The Yellow Heaven Taoist slowly stood up, his aura calm and serene, to the uninformed, he would just seem like an ordinary old man.

But those who knew would understand, this was the realm of Returning to the Basics, a Natural Daoist Skill.

He looked up at the figure standing in mid-air, his eyes calm: "King Luoshui, your grand arrival in this secluded valley truly graces this humble place."

Jiang Ning lowered his eyes, meeting the Yellow Heaven Taoist’s gaze from afar.

Neither of them moved, but the air imperceptibly became stagnant.

The five on the mats below, all figures with an immortal air, watched this scene yet their expressions subtly changed, but none dared to act rashly.

"I just went to the Five Mountains Prefecture and Broken Dragon Ridge, and met your two kings. They have agreed to retreat." Jiang Ning said as his figure slowly descended.

As his words fell, his gaze also swept over the remaining five in the valley.

Four men and one woman.

One of the men was particularly youthful, appearing to be just over twenty years old.

His gaze couldn’t help but linger an extra moment, the young man gave him a sense of extraordinariness, not below the other four.

But in terms of age, there was a considerable difference.

Upon embarking on the celestial path, although one might slow aging, at most it is up to thirty years.

To achieve such accomplishments at this age is truly extraordinary.

So, he gave an extra moment’s attention to another middle-aged man.

He had seen him before in Guangning Prefecture.

At that time of great drought, Guangning Prefecture had incurred some expenses to invite a Heavenly King of the Yellow Heaven Sect to set up a rain praying ceremony.

He had watched from afar; back then, the Heavenly King’s ceremony stirred the whole city, drawing the attention of the entire populace.

At that time, though accomplished, he was fairly ordinary.

"Now it is different!" he silently mused, his gaze however fixed on the Yellow Heaven Taoist.