Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 683 - 682: The Goddess’s Apology

She had been standing here, quietly, for more than half a year.

The distant view from atop the high mountain was like that of a God, holy and elegant.

Beyond her gaze lay a prosperous land, stretching for several hundred thousand miles, with dense ancient cities and an enormous population. The powers, large and small, numbered at least three to five thousand.

Among them was an Ancient Family, the masters of this region: the Zhang Family.

The Zhang Family controlled this area, thriving from generation to generation, endlessly.

They seemed to be different from others, not competing or fighting, only seeking peace.

Therefore, the people living in this region worked and lived in peace, enjoying prosperity. The same was true for all the powers, including the nations within it.

In the eyes of many, this was a land of dreams, an ideal realm.

But no one knew what lay behind the prosperity and peace.

It was slaughter.

It was the Ancient Zhang Family, behind the facade of calm, who had paid with blood-soaked slaughter. They had guarded generation after generation, repelling powerful enemies and slaying invaders.

They nipped any force that could potentially disrupt "peace" in the bud.

That was why people could see stability.

Just like this time.

Below the high mountain, atop the closest ancient city, a young man also sat cross-legged.

He sat on the ground, cradling a broadsword.

He had been there for almost the same amount of time.

Unmoved by wind or rain, his figure was as immovable as a boulder.

He came from the Zhang Family and was named Zhang Heng. He was a genuine young prodigy, an existence that certainly couldn't be compared to the likes of Zhang Ziyu, the "Son of the Fate Energy."

Suddenly, the sword in his arms hummed.

Zhang Heng slowly lifted his head, gazing toward the mountain.

But... the issue did not lie there; instead, someone was taking action beneath the ancient city.

Three to five burly men, with strength around the Supreme Mystery Realm, were confronting a small sect.

Such minor conflicts were generally not managed by the Zhang Family.

Healthy competition between powers was permissible, even if a bit dark in nature. After all, this region spanned several hundred thousand miles.

It was composed of over five thousand powers and had a population exceeding a hundred million.

If the Zhang Family had to manage everything, wouldn't they be worked to death?

Besides, no matter what kind of slaughter occurred among these powers, even if it came to clan extermination, it was merely an internal issue and couldn't shake the concept of "stability."

Yet this time, Zhang Heng suddenly stood up, and his broadsword fiercely slashed downward.

The might of his Sword Intent covered both parties, carrying out an indiscriminate slaughter.

Yes!

Not a single one was spared.

Those nearby were shocked and horrified.

This was their first time witnessing such an event, seeing a member of the Zhang Family take action...

But soon, they saw the truth.

Under the Sword Intent, both groups of people faded away like bubbles. They were not living beings but only illusions created by a skill.

The illusions danced in the breeze, rushing towards Zhang Heng like dust carried by the wind, bustling and lively.

He was calm, unmoved, and opened his eyes once more. "You... what are you looking for?"

The illusions, like demons, wanted to entangle with Zhang Heng, even to devour his life. But... within Zhang Heng seemed to reside a Six Feet Golden Body, which was All Skill Immune. No matter how hard the illusions tried, it was futile, and they slowly died from prolonged exposure to the air.

Above the high mountain.

Wang Lin'er whispered, "Out of the ten young prodigies of the Zhang Family, three have come. You think highly of me."

Zhang Heng shook his head, "They didn't come because of you."

Oh?

For some reason, upon hearing these words, Wang Lin'er grew even more tense. It wasn't for her.

The man behind her whispered softly, "Miss, could it be?"

A terrifying thought.

Tiger Land.

It could also be called a layout, a manifestation of some inexplicable force.

If the other two geniuses from the Zhang Family did not come for her, then… they must have come for Tiger Land.

They had discovered something.

Zhang Heng spoke, "No matter why you've come here or what your purpose is, you have been watching for half a year. If you still refuse to leave after the Zhang Family's command is given, then even if you are a Goddess, you will be killed without mercy."

His tone was very calm but filled with an unquestionable might, and the kind of confidence stemming from an Ancient Family.

"You dare to kill me?" Wang Lin'er chuckled lightly, her enchanting eyes seeming to take on a different color as she suddenly became interested in the man before her. "The consequences of a young genius from the Zhang Family slaying a Goddess of the Divine Clan are quite severe."

Zhang Heng remained silent.

"You dare not, nor can you do it," Wang Lin'er said with a radiant smile, quite certain. "Unless the elders of your Zhang Family take action, but... would they dare?"

In the world of cultivation, there was an unwritten rule.

Matters between the young were to be handled by the young, and the older generation should not interfere.

Thus, the Zhang Family elders could not take action against the Goddess.

The young geniuses, even though powerful, would find it too troublesome to truly slay a Goddess. Moreover, the Goddess's own foundation and strength were not weak; she would not just watch herself be slain or allow herself to fall into a predicament.

She would leave.

The most important point was that Wang Lin'er had been here for half a year, standing silently on the high mountain, without any movement, not even stepping half a foot into this area.

If she was merely watching, the Zhang Family had no reason to kill her.

Zhang Heng also could not find any excuse. Although he harbored suspicions in his heart, they were still just suspicions.

He looked at the sword in his hand, no longer paying attention to the woman, and returned to sit cross-legged at a corner of the city wall.

Wang Lin'er chuckled, "Coward."

The person behind her whispered, "Miss, this is Zhang Family territory; they have guarded it for many years. If they begin to investigate, they might find it easier than us."

Wang Lin'er's smile stiffened.

Indeed! Before they knew the meaning of "Tiger Land," everything was under control, but if they found out, she, who came from the Divine Clan, would lose all advantages.

She calmed down again and watched the figure atop the city wall.

A thought crossed the depths of her heart.

"Has the youngster from the Li family arrived?" Wang Lin'er asked.

"He arrived ten days ago and has been lingering outside," the man replied.

Oh?

Wang Lin'er subconsciously raised the corners of her mouth. "It seems a storm is about to surge." No sooner had her voice faded than she finally stepped down from the high mountain.

Descending from the sky, her long dress fluttered in the breeze, her long hair dancing wildly, looking utterly ethereal.

It had been half a year.

Zhang Heng, who had his eyes closed in meditation, once again opened them, clearly showing surprise.

"I've come to apologize," Wang Lin'er murmured.

"For just now?"

"Yes!"

"Very well, I accept your apology. You may go back now," Zhang Heng said calmly, but deep inside, he was somewhat wary of this Divine Clan Goddess.

She who comes bears ill intent.

A high and mighty Goddess, who neither cultivates nor goes into seclusion to seek Enlightenment, had instead been watching here for over half a year.

If she told others she was just here to enjoy the scenery...

Who would believe it?

Zhang Heng was not a fool.

Wang Lin'er chuckled lightly. "My apology is very sincere, so... may I invite you to a meal?"

Zhang Heng shook his head. "No!"

"Do you have the heart to reject me?" Wang Lin'er looked at him. "In the lands of Huangzhou, not many youngsters would refuse an invitation from a Goddess, let alone an apology."

Zhang Heng remained silent.

Wang Lin'er, who had walked up to the city wall, suddenly felt a bit irate. Were all the young members of the Zhang Family so wooden? Each one so unromantic.

But remembering the plan in her mind, she still squeezed out a smile, her voice very soft, almost plaintive, as she said, "Do you really have the heart?"