Chapter 1673 - 662: Ye State (Part 4)

Chapter 1673: Chapter 662: Ye State (Part 4)

Bai Zilan said, "The Imperial City of the Underworld, you’ll need to ask Ji Xingran about it. He must have a VIP card there."

The latter was immediately embarrassed upon hearing this.

"Come on, let’s go and check it out," Wen Lingxi said, preparing to intercept someone.

This underground Imperial City appeared very old on the outside, but the caves within were extremely luxurious. Especially the world leading underground felt like a New World, filled with the scenery of the Xue Country, vast grasslands, and even floating islands.

Bai Zilan spoke up, "Ji Xingran, what are you standing there for? Aren’t you a regular here? Go and find someone quickly."

Ji Xingran was immediately anxious and said, "Who’s a regular here? Don’t talk nonsense."

Wen Lingxi urged, "Hurry up, don’t waste time!"

Ji Xingran hesitated and really didn’t want to meet the old folks in this place—too awkward—but eventually, he handed over the VIP card made of Secret Gold, specifying he wanted to find Bai Shanhai and Ji Yunzhou.

Everyone here knew Ji Xingran; he was clearly a frequent visitor of the Imperial City.

A middle-aged man offered an apology, saying, "I’m sorry, Mr. Ji, even though you have a VIP card, that place can’t be accessed, as the old gentlemen are using Supreme Cards."

Ji Xingran was instantly infuriated and said, "This place really has the legendary Ultimate Cave Heaven. The old men actually have such cards; I’ve only ever heard rumors, never had any contact!"

"Take me to find someone immediately; my father is inside!" Wen Lingxi didn’t hesitate to reveal her Great Saint status, asking the person in charge to lead the way.

In the end, they really did go in.

"Owww..." This was the voice of Niu Wuwei, shouting comfortably.

"Ah, indescribably wonderful." This was the voice of Qin Ming.

Wen Lingxi, full of murderous intent, stormed in with her people.

Ji Xingran, fearing an awkward scene, quickly called out, "Brother Zheng Guang, Old Master, are you all inside?"

In an instant, Wen Lingxi teleported over, prepared to be an unfilial daughter, ready to give her father a beating.

Soon, she, along with Bai Zilan and Ji Xingran who arrived later, were all stunned and stood still on site.

In a grand hall resplendent with gold and jade, on a Divine Jade Bed, a Five-Colored Flood Dragon extended its claws and pressed heavily on Qin Ming’s back.

There were actually four real flood dragons here, with high-level Taoist skills, assisting Bai Shanhai and Niu Wuwei among others with Five Colored Divine Light to adjust their bones.

"Daughter, why are you here?" Wen Chongguang greeted.

"You all..." Wen Lingxi didn’t know what to say, originally intending to come and beat her father, but unexpectedly found him being pummeled by a barbarian dragon.

"What are you thinking?" Wen Chongguang asked.

Later, he explained that only flood dragons have the ability to activate the muscles and bones of grandmaster-level figures like Bai Shanhai and Ji Yunzhou; otherwise, they simply couldn’t press them.

Indeed, the two most powerful barbarian dragons were pounding the backs of the two Grandmasters, and the Five Colored Divine Light surged from their dragon claws, causing sparks to fly over Bai Shanhai and Ji Yunzhou.

"My three brothers have really spared no expense, this is truly...extravagant," Qin Ming sighed. While activating his blood and bones, he drank a bowl of medicinal soup that could equal thirty days of hard cultivation.

His heart was truly restless, just half of a two-hour span in such a relaxed state, and he increased his Taoist skills by a month. With endless Day Gold, one could build a master just by relying on resources.

Ji Yunzhou said, "Top-quality medicinal soup, combined with the origin nourishment of the Five-Colored Flood Dragon Clan, can indeed nurture the body and replenish the spirit, but after twenty or so times, it won’t have much effect."

Wen Chongguang transmitted to his daughter, "Lingxi, I really have high hopes for Zheng Guang. How about I effortfully match you two? Niu Wuwei is also good, just looks a bit ugly, and the cow’s head hasn’t completely receded."

Instantly, Niu Wuwei turned to look at him with a bad demeanor.

"Can even hear this much?" Wen Chongguang was shocked.

Wen Lingxi responded in annoyance, "As a Great Saint, even with double encrypted transmission, he can hear it."

Wen Chongguang: "..."

"Since the three of you are here too, let’s arrange things then." Bai Shanhai waved reluctantly, inviting two mother flood dragons and a barbarian dragon.

Ji Yunzhou explained, "Previously not bringing you was out of fear you’d indulge with pleasure and not work hard later for cultivation. Mainly, it’s because the cost here is too expensive!"

Wen Lingxi and Bai Zilan were speechless, especially the former, who originally came to beat Old Wen, only to end up being beaten by a flood dragon herself.

Ji Xingran said, "Grandfather, you actually have a Supreme Card on hand. Next time when you come, take me along."

Ji Yunzhou glanced at him sideways, saying, "You being with me here is not dignified!"

"To cultivate together," Ji Xingran said with a smile.

"Get lost!"

...

While Qin Ming was relaxing and increasing his Taoist skills for thirty days, Meng Zhiyu cracked again, her body splattering with blood, and the divine material tides within her shaking until her hairpins and shoes were thrown everywhere.

Old Dream Worm stood woodenly, a shoe mark on his face.

He dared not use Protective Divine Light, worried that Meng Zhiyu’s splattering blood might be refined along with it.

"Give up."

"No way, I won’t be troubled within two days. I must try again!" Meng Zhiyu insisted on practicing.

Shallow Night arrived, Meng Zhiyu coughed blood furiously, her Spiritual Field unstable, and her Pure Yang Consciousness dimmed considerably.

During the day, Qin Ming, filled with vigor, accepted invitations from some major forces, both he and Niu Wuwei gladly attending, mainly beneficial for cultivation and the future.

Even the Immortal Remnant Organization and other Supreme Martial halls sought contact with them, potentially offering them Creation.

These organizations planned to exchange True Scripture in a few days, naturally attracting many to Yao Guang City.

At night, with music and dance continuing, Qin Ming seriously guided Si Yeli, and after enjoying the occasion, prepared to accept an invitation to attend a Supreme Organization’s event.

At this moment, he heard Old Dream Worm’s urgent transmission, asking him to come over.

"Meng Zhiyu had an accident during practice?" Qin Ming got up.

He had a premonition that Meng Zhiyu, having stolen the very rough version of the Silk Scripture skill, might encounter problems if forced to practice.

"Teacher Zheng Guang, you haven’t finished guiding today," Si Yeli said.

"You go first, tomorrow I’ll make up for the lost time. I have some urgent matters to attend to now," Qin Ming reassured, then left in haste.

He wondered, could Meng Zhiyu be as miserable as he was, already hanging from the southeast branch? He suddenly felt energized and wanted to take a closer look.