Comprehension Ability: I Come From the Great Emperor Family-Chapter 144 - 138: Old Sun: Uncle Fu...Uncle Fu??

Deep underground, within the Heavenly Demon Palace.

"Puff!"

Mingzi, who was meditating with crossed legs, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned extremely gloomy, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

"My avatar was destroyed?"

A tall figure shrouded in darkness noticed and asked, "Is the condensation of the Earth Vein not going smoothly? Did you encounter someone from the Su family?"

Mingzi stood up gently, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, "No, it was a guy from the Divine Body Realm."

"Divine Body Realm?"

The man in the dark had a tone of slight surprise, "Even if it’s just your avatar, it should possess the power of a Great Divine Body."

"Even some of the peak geniuses of the Divine Body are not your match, did you get careless and were ambushed?"

Mingzi closed his eyes slightly, recalling the terrifying force of that punch, and said softly:

"It wasn’t an ambush, the person only used one punch... and instantly killed me."

The man in the dark said nothing more, but the deep and abyss-like aura fluctuated for a moment, showing that his heart was not at peace.

"Did you bring back the Earth Monument?" the man asked.

"No, it’s still deep within the Blood Pool."

Mingzi shook his head, speaking with a low voice, "The vein mark hasn’t fully condensed yet, and the Earth Vein locked by the Earth Monument is still intact."

"Those people don’t understand the technique of condensing vein marks. After an hour, the Earth Monument will naturally return to its original state."

The man in the dark nodded, saying, "Rest well and wait for the Celestial Demon Pool to open."

"Mo Lin is nearby, I will have him go there, kill the people, and retrieve the vein mark."

Mingzi said nothing, nodded, and turned to leave.

...

Above the mountain range.

"How is it possible!"

Seeing Mingzi get blown away with a punch, Mo Yan’s face changed instantly.

Being a member of the Demon Sect, he’s well aware of Mingzi’s formidable strength.

But now... he was instantly killed by someone of the same realm?

"Heh, surprised?"

Old Sun just glanced at him, sneering without any surprise:

"That Mingzi of yours has no idea what kind of opponent he was facing."

Mo Yan cast a cold glance at Su Changqing, anger in his expression.

The failure to condense the vein mark, and the loss of a Mingzi avatar, today’s mission was a complete failure.

But suddenly, his expression changed, as if he received some news.

"Old fellow!"

Mo Yan sneered, "None of you will leave here today!"

Old Sun looked towards the distance, seemingly sensing something, his face slightly changing.

...

Below.

Xuan Qingzi and Wu Yong also took care of the other disciples of the Demon Sect.

Although there were many of them, their strength was mediocre and they were not hard to eliminate.

Coming closer, seeing the blood lake filled with fresh blood, Xuan Qingzi couldn’t help but close his eyes, softly chanting,

"Immeasurable Lord!"

Wu Yong burst into a string of curses, "These heartless bastards, even ordinary people aren’t spared!"

Su Changqing sat down cross-legged without a word, seemingly speaking softly to the thousands of skeletal remains,

"I’ve learned a transcendence scripture, though I’m not sure if it will be of any use."

"Everyone, may you journey slowly."

As the words fell, mysterious and sacred chants resonated from the heavens and the earth.

Su Changqing couldn’t quite explain the feelings inside his heart.

Perhaps it’s because he had studied medicine, dabbled in Confucianism, and delved into Buddhism.

Combined with a unique soul, it gave him a distinctive perception of mortal lives.

Seeing those common corpses piled like livestock, an inexplicable anger welled up inside him.

There wasn’t much he could do.

The transcendence scripture, he wasn’t even sure if it was for himself or for the departed souls.

However, once the scripture was finished,

Threads of black smoke transformed into men and women suspended in the air.

They seemed both real and illusory, as if a gust of wind could extinguish them.

All of them showed gratitude and bowed respectfully before vanishing instantly.

Strangely enough, as the smoke dispersed, the sinister resentment in the area seemed to lessen considerably.

"Safe travels, everyone."

Su Changqing smiled briefly, waving towards the empty sky.

Beside him, Wu Yong and Xuan Qingzi quietly observed the scene, a strange light flashing in their eyes.

For some reason...

They always felt that Su Changqing possessed a unique aura.

That aura was completely different from the transcendent cultivator, seemingly... more like that of a real... person.

"Is Senior Sun alright?"

After calming down, Su Changqing glanced at the sky and asked.

"Ha, no problem, Old Sun is quite formidable."

Wu Yong laughed broadly as he spoke, then looked towards the bottom of the Blood Pool in surprise, "Is that mark still there, is it being suppressed by that monument?"

Xuan Qingzi and Su Changqing both looked down.

At the bottom of the Blood Pool was a monument about a meter tall, engraved with a myriad of strange and intricate patterns.

And beneath the monument, a pale yellow gas resembling a dragon or snake was struggling violently.

Above the gas was a mark emitting a gentle and misty radiance.

"It’s rumored that the Demon Sect possesses a stele from the same era as the Ancient Inscriptions, which is engraved with the supreme secret techniques of the Demon Sect."

"The Demon Sect has studied for countless years and has finally unlocked some of its mysteries, enabling the suppression and control of earth veins."

Xuan Qingzi looked at the monument, speaking slowly:

"This stele should not be the original, but rather a small part split off from the original."

"Its function should be to suppress earth veins and then condense the vein mark."

Wu Yong was shocked by the words but then was overjoyed, "Then what are we waiting for? Let’s take it away!"

"This isn’t the original, taking it wouldn’t serve much purpose."

Xuan Qingzi spoke helplessly, "Once the original monument is activated, this small part will instantly return."

"Unless..."

His voice paused, looking towards Su Changqing, "You can refine this monument before then, to comprehend the secret skills recorded on it."

Wu Yong also turned his gaze towards Su Changqing upon hearing this.

In terms of comprehending secret techniques, he had never seen anyone more formidable than Su Changqing.

"I’ll give it a try."

Su Changqing contemplated for a while, then sat down cross-legged, his gaze fixed on the stele in the blood.

The patterns engraved on the stele weren’t complete, some were just fragments cut off midway through.

However, at the center was a small technique that was intact for contemplation.

Su Changqing calmed his mind, his eyes glinting with bright light.

...

Meanwhile, in the firmament.

The battle continued, but Old Sun was already sweating profusely.

He deliberately distanced himself further from where Wu Yong and others were located.

"Trying to protect those little ones?"

Mo Yan’s voice was cold and mocking, "Too late, once I kill you, none of those brats will escape!"

"Damn, why aren’t you here yet!"

Old Sun looked into the distant horizon, where rolling demonic clouds were racing toward them.

The terrifying aura they emanated caused his heart to tremble.

The one coming... was a Great Saint!

The Demon Sect’s people arrived faster than those from the Su family!

"Mo Yan, go and kill those kids, I’ll deal with this one."

A cold voice echoed from the firmament, as Mo Lin, clad in overwhelming demonic qi, confronted Old Sun.

"Heh, old man, take your time playing."

Mo Yan laughed slyly, speaking mockingly before turning towards the mountains he had just left.

"Is a Saint really that strong?"

Mo Lin’s indifferent gaze fell on Old Sun, his tone flat and disdainful:

"Die."

Bang!

A thousand-zhang blade light slashed through the heavens, filling the sky with ferocious cracks, carrying a world-ending momentum as it slashed toward Old Sun.

"I’m done for!"

Old Sun’s face turned pale, laughing miserably in the face of that terrifying blade.

But then, an elderly, calm voice suddenly echoed from the firmament.

"Break!"

Boom!

The spiritual qi of the world suddenly surged, and a pair of sky-covering hands grasped the descending blade light.

As the hands clenched tightly, the blade light instantly shattered.

Mo Lin’s expression slightly solidified, Old Sun was momentarily stunned.

An elderly chuckle slowly echoed from behind Old Sun, "Drawing out a Great Saint is good enough."

"Leave the rest to me."

Old Sun quickly turned around upon hearing this.

But seeing that familiar smiling face, he was completely dumbfounded.

"Fu... Uncle Fu?"

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