Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 520: No One Knows a Father Better Than His Son

Chapter 520: Chapter 520: No One Knows a Father Better Than His Son

What’s the flaw?

To tell the truth, upon hearing Zi Ji mention this, everyone pricked up their ears.

Your Senior Brother is already so perfect, and yet he still has flaws? They were very curious.

Fortunately, Jiang Ni’er spoke up to stop her; otherwise, this girl really would have spilled everything.

Zi Ji blinked her big eyes, her smile as radiant as ever.

But in everyone’s eyes, apart from being a tad too frank, she was mostly just foolish.

Whose foolish junior sister is this?

Jiang Ni’er strode forward. "This is the Human Clan’s territory."

Zi Ji’s intervention had indeed had some effect, preventing Qin Meng from acting rashly.

Qin Meng, with a cold gaze and long, dense hair draped over his shoulders, sneered. "When the Wind Cloud List begins, I will slay you."

Jiang Ni’er shook her head. "I’m just an ordinary person. Killing me will be futile and bring you nothing. Besides, she won’t be on the list."

"Then I will slay your Senior Brother," the Demon Race expert said coldly.

"Fine, that’s settled then. His name is Chen Pingping," Jiang Ni’er said seriously.

Everyone: "..."

Are people betraying their Senior Brothers so readily nowadays?

In reality, Jiang Ni’er didn’t believe for a moment that he could slay Chen Pingping. On the contrary, she rather hoped this fellow would seek out Chen Pingping and provoke him.

At that moment, the Eldest Prince of the Ancient Country also spoke. "Indeed, this is the Human Clan’s territory."

With just one sentence, he made clear his position and attitude.

Moreover, this place wasn’t merely Human Clan territory; it was the domain of the Ancient Country, and he was its Eldest Prince.

From the beginning, he should have been the one to step forward.

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere in the main hall grew heavier.

Qin Meng subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth and said no more, retreating to his own seat.

The Demon Race expert also returned to his seat, completely silent.

Witnessing this, Shisan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Eldest Prince of the Ancient Country, however, looked towards Gu Mang and said indifferently, "You should leave. If you make it onto the list, I will personally kill you."

CRACK!

Gu Mang grew angry, clenching his fists, just about to speak when Lan Qingshui at his side stopped him. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She said mockingly, "A Demon Race expert made a move here, but as the Eldest Prince of the Ancient Country, you did nothing to stop him, preferring to watch from the sidelines. Now that someone else has intimidated the Demon Race, you rush out to flaunt your strength. Heh... truly the style of an Eldest Prince."

"Dare a mere vessel defy me, the Eldest Prince?" The Eldest Prince’s gaze turned icy as he raised his hand and unleashed an attack.

The Tao coalesced, and killing intent erupted.

His cultivation was very unique, almost imperceptible to others. Only when the attack descended did the Power Path within it burst forth, engulfing the area like a sudden tsunami.

BANG!

Gu Mang reacted swiftly.

He had already suffered grievous injuries. Now, facing the powerful Eldest Prince, he barely managed to block the attack, yet it still damaged his Dantian.

He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his face even paler.

But he was not resigned, still clenching his fists, staring intently at the Eldest Prince, his eyes filled with hatred.

It was well known that he possessed a talent for Alchemy, but he refused to resign himself to merely practicing Alchemy.

He wanted to cultivate; he wanted to become a powerful expert.

No one knew how scorching and fierce were the flames of ambition burning in his heart.

The Eldest Prince took a step forward, his expression cold.

Jiang Ni’er shouted, "Little Junior Sister!"

"You can’t kill him!" Zi Ji reacted quickly, riding her energy to intercept the Eldest Prince who was about to strike. She said earnestly, "We’ve taken an interest in this person."

Huh?

The young prodigies below were all astonished upon hearing these words.

This plot...

Wen Qingshan’s mouth twitched.

Those familiar with Chen Pingping of the Wuji Sect and his methods also wore strange expressions. Only one thought crossed their minds: Are they going to make a move against the Ancient Country?

Hehe!

Zi Ji strode towards Gu Mang, her smile bright as she said, "Don’t worry, I’ll protect you."

Everyone: "..."

Gu Mang, expressionless, replied, "Thank you."

"Just focus on getting on the List. If he dares to touch you, I’ll help you beat him up," Zi Ji added, glancing at the Eldest Prince nearby, her threatening intent obvious.

However, given her innocent face, her threats seemed less menacing and more comical.

Gu Mang’s mouth twitched. "Thank you!"

"Don’t mention it, we’re all on the same side," Zi Ji said, looking at him. "Ni’er said my Senior Brother has taken an interest in you?"

"..."

"What are your special skills?" she asked, scrutinizing Gu Mang from head to toe.

"He has!" Lan Qingshui laughed. "As everyone knows, Gu Mang possesses a remarkable talent for Alchemy."

"Really?" Zi Ji’s eyes lit up. "Then what pills can you refine? Can you make eighth-grade ones? What about ninth-grade?"

What kind of nonsense is this? Has the Wuji Sect’s standard for poaching prodigies become so high? Eighth-grade, ninth-grade even!

The young prodigies were speechless.

Lan Qingshui’s smile grew stiff.

Gu Mang had displayed an astonishing talent for Alchemy since childhood. Unfortunately, he had never actually practiced Alchemy, nor had anyone taught him. He couldn’t even identify Spiritual Medicine.

Forget eighth or ninth-grade; he couldn’t even refine second or third-grade Spirit Pills.

His only specialty was controlling fire.

Seeing his silence, Zi Ji realized she had misspoken and immediately said apologetically, "It’s okay, take your time. You’ll definitely become a powerful alchemist."

Gu Mang’s face turned livid. "I don’t practice Alchemy."

Ah? What now?

For a moment, Zi Ji wasn’t sure what to say.

She trotted back to Jiang Ni’er’s side, puffing her cheeks and darting her eyes around like a child who had misbehaved.

But she quickly calmed down.

He has the talent for Alchemy but doesn’t practice it. Thinking of the mountains and fields of Spiritual Medicine planted by Senior Brother, perhaps it just means a slightly higher cost for trial and error.

Jiang Ni’er exhaled softly, "I’m very sorry."

Gu Mang waved his hand. "It’s nothing. I should be the one thanking you."

At this point, Shisan spoke up, "The Wind Cloud List has significant implications and involves the Ancient City. Reckless speculation would inevitably lead to deaths, many of them... It’s truly not that I don’t want to help."

...

The farce thus came to an end.

But everyone knew that the feud between the Demon Emperor’s heir and the Wuji Sect was now firmly established.

Given Qin Meng’s temperament, he was bound to make his move.

If Chen Pingping dared to appear here, whether he could withstand Qin Meng’s attack was one matter. However, if things escalated and word reached the Demon Race...

If that undefeatable entity were to be enraged, the Wuji Sect would likely face a catastrophe!

However, judging by the two women’s expressions, they didn’t seem to care.

Wen Qingshan chuckled inwardly. This time, the Wuji Sect should finally be destroyed, right?

The Purple Gold Emperor Son also smiled, thinking, Even if Qin Meng can’t kill Chen Pingping, his father can. After leaving Spirit Mountain, I’ll find a way to send the news back to the Demon Race. When the Demon Emperor becomes enraged, he’ll come wielding Emperor Weapons. Is there any way Chen Pingping could survive that? This round is secured!

「At this moment, below Spirit Mountain.」

The figures of a man and an ox slowly emerged.

He looked up at the mountains and rivers before him, imbued with the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, and sighed, "I should plant some fruit trees at Qingfeng when I get back."

MOO!

Lao Huang, the ox, seemed to agree.

Chen Pingping grinned. "It’s true what they say: no son knows his father better."

Lao Huang rolled his eyes...

Just then, a surprised voice came from not far away, "Miss, look, it’s that guy again."

It was Ali’s voice.

Yue Wuxia, by her side, lifted her head.

Ali continued, "He seems a bit touched in the head, talking to an ox like that."