“Indeed, planning ahead was the right move.”
Yin Yang looked at the potion materials before him, a smile playing on his lips.
A promotion for a High Priest to Sequence 6 required two main materials.
The core was the 【Demigod's Skull】.
While Demigods were many, Demigod's Skulls were rare.
This was because it required a Demigod to gather all their divinity into their head before death and then have it severed.
In the moment between life and death, a Demigod would usually detonate or consume all their divinity; how could they possibly concentrate it in their head?
Only those Demigods on the verge of dying from old age would use such a method to secure a bright future for their descendants.
Because of this, Yin Yang had chosen to take a desperate risk and snatch food from a tiger's mouth when he learned one existed in Meng City.
Fortunately, he had actually succeeded.
Of course, this was also thanks to Su Baadao and the True Knowledge Society.
He had exchanged the 【Focus Eye】 from Ye Muchun's hands. The price was to kill a Demigod who was already dead, and he had also traded for the Accident Pen and the Corpse-Binder Umbilical Cord at the same time.
Getting three meals out of one fish—it was an absolute steal.
With these two materials, the rest were easy to obtain, and Yin Yang had prepared them long ago.
“I'm just a bit short on spirituality. Once I find a suitable place to hold the ritual, I can promote to Sequence 6!”
...
The black market.
“Where is it?”
“The shop right in front is the one.”
“Let’s go!”
Lyu Xiaofeng escorted Old Fourth forward, his gaze contemptuous yet his mind vigilant.
He had never been an arrogant man; that was his greatest asset in surviving until today.
“Second Brother, do you know who took the sealed object?”
Old Fourth suddenly spoke as they walked, and his words sent a jolt through Lyu Xiaofeng's heart.
In that very instant, a red light suddenly shot out from the alley ahead!
Whoosh!
The red light moved with incredible speed, far beyond what an ordinary Demigod could dodge.
But the problem was, Lyu Xiaofeng was no ordinary Demigod.
Almost the moment the red light appeared, his body was enveloped by a humanoid phantom!
The phantom then swung its giant sword, slashing at the red light.
Clang!
The red light was parried by the giant sword and fell to the ground. It was a nail, seemingly made entirely of lava, still glowing even now.
Old Fourth turned to look at Lyu Xiaofeng and smiled.
“Second Brother, did you know? I...”
Bang!
He was only halfway through his sentence when Lyu Xiaofeng burst his head with a single punch. His head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and his body slumped to the ground, blood spraying everywhere.
Lyu Xiaofeng's face was livid.
Lately, he had first suffered the theft of a sealed object, followed by the murder of his children and grandchildren. Now, even this brother he had always kept like a pet was trying to turn on him. It would be strange if he could still endure this.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several more red lights shot toward him. The veins on Lyu Xiaofeng's forehead throbbed as he let out a furious, mocking laugh.
“Rats in the gutter!”
Boom!
His divinity began to emanate unscrupulously, causing the red lights to veer off course and whistle past him.
Whoosh!
He flew toward the shop Old Fourth had pointed out. Before he even reached it, the phantom on his body swung its sword and struck.
Rumble...
The building collapsed. The people inside had no time to react before they were buried under the rubble.
“Ahhh!!!”
“Help!”
“Someone’s causing trouble in the black market! Guards, guards!”
“How audacious!!!”
Such a massive commotion naturally drew a lot of attention.
Whoosh!
A figure soared into the air from the distance, flying toward the scene.
Before the person even arrived, a white light was struck toward Lyu Xiaofeng's forehead.
“Get lost!”
Lyu Xiaofeng roared, his eyes bloodshot. The giant phantom behind him swung its sword again, cleaving the white light apart and sending gusts of sharp wind scattering in all directions.
“Lyu Xiaofeng, quite the grand display you're making.”
The figure slowly manifested.
It was an old man with white hair and a white beard, dressed in a long robe. His left hand was rested on his abdomen, and his right hand was tucked behind his back.
“Coming to my territory to tear down my shop.”
“If you don't give me an explanation today, then you can just stay here forever.”
Divinity boiled around the old man as streaks of white light flickered behind him. He was also a Demigod.
“Heh heh heh!”
“Hahahaha!!!”
Lyu Xiaofeng's laughter grew louder and louder, then abruptly stopped. He stared fixedly at the old man.
“You dare to fence the Lyu family’s stolen goods, and yet you ask me for an explanation?”
“Shen Lin, did I give you too much face?”
As Lyu Xiaofeng spoke, the phantom behind him had already lunged at the old man.
“Hmph!”
White light shone brilliantly behind the old man, blinding anyone who looked, as orbs of light poured down like a curtain of rain.
This old man was also a Demigod. Although his raw strength could not match Lyu Xiaofeng's, he possessed two powerful transcendent items, allowing him to barely fight Lyu Xiaofeng to a standstill.
“Lyu Xiaofeng, do you really think you're the same man you were when you still had the sealed object?”
“Hmm? My sealed object is with you?”
Lyu Xiaofeng seemed to be triggered, and his divinity boiled once more.
Boom!
With just one move, the transcendent item behind the old man completely shattered!
He looked at Lyu Xiaofeng in horror, apparently not expecting the other man's strength to be this formidable!
...
By evening, a piece of news spread throughout Huangshan City.
Lyu Xiaofeng, the head of the Lyu family, was critically injured and near death.
When Yin Yang heard this news, he was selling grilled sausages. The students in front of his stall were still talking animatedly.
“Great Qi is really getting out of hand. I heard they’ve kicked out all our domestic merchants and want to cut off all trade with us.”
“Pah! What do they even have in that backwater place? Our doing business with them was us showing them favor!”
“Exactly. I heard even transportation has stopped. Both sides could... more chili, please, thanks, I like it spicy.”
“Great Qi has been jumping around like a clown for years. Now they’re getting exactly what they asked for!”
“If we really go to war with Great Qi, I’ll go to my teacher to ask for leave and head straight to the battlefield!”
“Why should a man not carry a Wu hook, and reclaim the fifty prefectures of the mountain passes?”
“Pray, look up at the Lingyan Pavilion; which scholar there was ever a Marquis of Ten Thousand Households?”
“Hahaha~”
The students' laughter was incredibly carefree. Not yet having been beaten down by society, they were at their most high-spirited. Seeing this, Yin Yang couldn't help but feel a bit of envy.
His greatest wish back then was simply to go to school, make a few friends, and walk home with them after class, playing and laughing.
If he had some pocket money, he could buy some snacks and drinks to share with his friends.
But unfortunately, his family could only afford to send one person to school at the time, and that person naturally couldn't be him.
He could only hide outside the classroom. The teacher was a good person and spoke very loudly; Yin Yang knew the man was helping him.
He secretly listened every day until he finally mastered pinyin, then used the money he had saved for a long time to buy a dictionary.
From that day on, he finally became literate.
And that edition of the dictionary happened to be annotated by Wan Tianqing, which was why the name was so deeply engraved in his memory.
So much so that he often read the books Wan Tianqing wrote later on.
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