Chapter 138: Do Not Roam Until You Reach the Tenth Rank

Kojiro roared, his mental power raging. “That happened before the negotiations. The moment they entered Huaxia, they lost all communication. By the time the negotiations began, we could no longer reach them. This is a misunderstanding!”

“Whether it was during negotiations or not, anyone who dares trespass into Huaxia without permission is invading us,” Dongfang Kui said.

As he spoke, his Dragon Fist smashed into the void, then exploded beside Kojiro.

Kojiro swung his samurai sword wildly, hacking apart the force of Dongfang Kui’s punch.

Kojiro felt deeply aggrieved. Although he was also an eleventh-rank warrior, he was among the weaker ones. Of all the eleventh-rank warriors on Earth, he belonged to the very last tier. Moreover, the space within the ruins was far sturdier than that of Earth.

With Kojiro’s own strength, he had no way to send an attack through the void and strike Dongfang Kui, who was so far away.

“All right... Dongfang, every invader has been killed. Stop now!” Han Daohong, who had barely spoken until then, finally said.

Han Daohong’s expression was unpleasant as well, but he knew that negotiations were about to begin. Continuing to fight, regardless of the reason, would be disadvantageous to Huaxia.

Besides, every invader who had entered Huaxia had been annihilated by the experts stationed there. That already counted as an explanation to Huaxia.

Dongfang Kui was somewhat unwilling to stop, but there were no fools among eleventh-rank warriors. He knew what he had to do now.

His attack on Kojiro had also been meant to display his strength and let everyone know that Huaxia did not rely on Li Tian alone. Even with his injuries not yet healed, Dongfang Kui could still fight anyone of the same rank—and would surely win.

The others then began easing the tension, and the discussions continued within the ruins.

...

Within the Kunlun Secret Realm, Yang Fan stood atop a mountain. Not far from the foot of the mountain lay yet another tribe that had been trampled by strange beasts.

Ruined walls stretched as far as the eye could see, devoid of all life.

Strange beasts still passed along this road from time to time.

Yang Fan gazed into the distance. What was summoning these strange beasts? What could be found at the place where they were gathering?

Having no particular destination to begin with, Yang Fan started following the path taken by the beasts, heading toward the Azure Plains.

Along the way, Yang Fan did not see a single living creature other than the strange beasts.

Wherever a horde of strange beasts passed, not even grass remained. Yang Fan had now witnessed the truth of that saying. All he saw along the road were ruins, and even the paths had been crushed apart beneath the feet of the enormous beasts.

As he walked, Yang Fan suddenly felt his heart jolt.

An intense sense of danger surged through him.

Yang Fan immediately dodged into the shadows, concealing his aura as the Kunlun Immortal Body Technique began to circulate.

Before long, a gigantic python, dozens of meters long, glided past him and sped toward the distance.

When Yang Fan saw that the python was about to leave, he unconsciously let out a long breath. A creature like this did not even need to reveal its aura. From its enormous size alone, Yang Fan knew that it was absolutely beyond his ability to handle.

The instant he exhaled, Yang Fan’s expression changed.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Sure enough, the python, which had been about to leave, abruptly turned around. Its cold eyes fixed themselves upon Yang Fan, while its enormous forked tongue flicked in and out of its mouth.

After meeting the python’s gaze, Yang Fan felt ice run through his entire body.

It was as though his life no longer belonged to him.

Yang Fan had just begun to flee when he sensed a sharp aura descending from the sky.

The python’s massive head, which had been facing Yang Fan, snapped upward and turned toward the heavens. Its tongue flicked even faster.

It opened its enormous jaws and began gathering a vast sphere of energy, which it then shot into the sky.

The tranquil heavens suddenly seemed to have been cleaved in two. A sharp sword descended from above, carrying a ten-meter-long sword beam as it slashed downward.

Yang Fan looked up in shock. A person stood suspended in the air, a longsword in hand, striking down with terrifying speed.

The sword beam collided with the sphere of energy, and the two annihilated each other.

The figure in the sky continued to swing the sword, sending sword beams cascading through the heavens.

The giant snake kept winding across the ground, occasionally spitting out a wave of energy to cancel out the sword beams.

Gradually, the two combatants fought farther and farther away.

Once they had moved away from Yang Fan, he struggled to rise, his body covered in wounds. The Kunlun Immortal Body Technique circulated, and the injuries on his skin slowly vanished.

Still shaken, Yang Fan hurried away from the area.

Not long after, he felt wave after wave of fluctuations coming from the horizon. He knew they were the aftershocks of the battle between the python and the human.

He then randomly chose a direction and continued forward.

He had to go around them.

...

He had not gone far when a figure tore through the sky and appeared above Yang Fan’s head.

“Someone from the outside world?” the person in the air asked.

Yang Fan stopped and looked up. “Yes.”

“Come with me.”

After receiving Yang Fan’s answer, the person swept him up into the sky with a surge of energy, giving him no chance to speak, and shot upward.

At high altitude, the fierce wind rushed past Yang Fan so rapidly that he could not even open his mouth.

He could neither ask questions nor call out.

Before long, Yang Fan gave up struggling.

Fine. Let fate do as it pleased.

Damn it. Once this whole affair was over, he would devote himself to cultivation. When he became powerful enough, he would see who still dared treat him this way!

They abducted him whenever they pleased, threatened him whenever they pleased, deceived him whenever they pleased, and took advantage of him whenever they pleased. Was he not even allowed to lose his temper?

Damn it all.

Just wait. Once he returned this time, he would enter closed-door cultivation. He would not come out until he reached the tenth rank...

...

When Yang Fan felt the howling wind around him gradually subside, he opened the eyes he had kept shut throughout the journey.

Before him stood a city no smaller than the Kunpeng Tribe.

The person who had brought Yang Fan there wrapped him in energy and descended directly into a building within the city.

The man then spread his mental power throughout the entire city, as though engaging in conversation.

Yang Fan stood off to the side, unsure whether to sit or remain standing. He felt utterly miserable.

After a long while, Yang Fan finally asked, “Senior, may I ask why you brought me here?”

The man cast him a glance but did not answer, continuing to communicate through his mental power.

After some time, he withdrew his mental power and properly examined Yang Fan. Then he said, “This is the Bashan Tribe. My name is Bashan Hong. I brought you here for no other reason than that you, an outsider, were injured by the aftershocks of my battle with that python. I happened to have no medicine on me, so I brought you back to the tribe for treatment.”

Yang Fan nearly spat out a mouthful of blood after hearing this.

If you want to say something, then say it. If you do not, then do not explain. What is the point of spouting such nonsense?

Injured? Yang Fan did not know what rank the man before him had reached, but anyone capable of flying was at least seventh rank or higher. How could such a powerful expert fail to tell whether Yang Fan was injured?

Bashan Hong clearly had no intention of offering Yang Fan any further explanation. He simply said, “Go to that room. A healer will come treat you later. Do not leave or wander around. Stay in the room. I will come find you afterward.”

Bashan Hong pointed out a room for Yang Fan, then turned and left.

Yang Fan was left standing there in bewilderment, drawing circles on the ground and cursing Bashan Hong in his heart.