336: Chapter 330 Preparing to Kill Wan Xingwang

Just as he was about to turn around, Chen Zhiwen suddenly paused his steps.

He turned his head, his gaze sharp as a blade, piercing straight into the Cow Yao's eyes.

"There is one more thing."

"I must warn you."

"Those two old monsters from the Wan Family have many tricks."

"Especially that Wan Shun, who is skilled in Divine Soul techniques."

"In case..."

Chen Zhiwen's voice became heavy.

"In case they become suspicious of you and forcefully use a soul-searching technique on you."

"Can your bit of acting hold up?"

This was what Chen Zhiwen worried about most.

No matter how good the acting was, it could only deceive eyes and ears.

But a soul-searching technique directly reads memories.

Once soul-searched, all disguises would instantly collapse.

Facing Chen Zhiwen's questioning, the Cow Yao sneered disdainfully.

It puffed out its chest and said proudly:

"Soul-searching?"

"Hmph, you underestimate the innate Divine Ability of our Yao Race too much."

"If a Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse came in person, or a master possessing a Heaven-Grade soul-searching Cultivation Technique arrived, perhaps I would be three parts wary."

"But just those two old bastards at the Nascent Soul Stage?"

A look of extreme confidence, even arrogance, appeared on the Cow Yao's face.

"My Divine Soul structure is completely different from you humans."

"Moreover, I have an innate secret technique that can arbitrarily alter and seal parts of my memory."

"If they dare to forcefully search my soul, what they see will only be what I want them to see."

"Even..."

A flash of viciousness crossed the Cow Yao's eyes.

"I can even set traps within my memories to backfire on their Divine Souls!"

Hearing this, the heavy stone in Chen Zhiwen's heart finally fell.

He looked deeply at the Cow Yao.

This Yao Beast indeed had quite a few hidden cards.

Altering memories?

Even a human Cultivator at the Late Nascent Soul Stage might not be able to do this without any flaws.

It seems his vigilance against this Cow Yao was correct.

"Since that is the case, then I can rest assured."

Chen Zhiwen did not say more.

He cupped his hands and bowed slightly.

"Alliance Leader Liu, take care."

Before the voice faded, his figure gradually faded away.

It was as if he had merged into the air, disappearing without a trace.

Only the Cow Yao remained standing alone in the secret room.

Watching the direction where Chen Zhiwen disappeared, its eyes flickered with obscure light.

...

Returning to his courtyard, Chen Zhiwen did not rest immediately.

He first set up several layers of isolation Restrictions around him.

After confirming everything was foolproof, he slowly walked to the stone table and sat down.

He poured himself a cup of cold tea and drank it in one gulp.

The cold tea slid down his throat, cooling his somewhat overheated brain.

"This Cow Yao..."

Chen Zhiwen tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, making a "thump-thump" sound.

"Must be guarded against."

Although for now, the Cow Yao was temporarily on the same side as him for the sake of the Yao core, this Alliance was as fragile as a layer of window paper.

The Cow Yao's obsession with the Yao core was its weakness, but also its greatest hidden danger.

If one day, the Wan Family or other forces brought out a higher-level, more tempting Yao core, such as a Fourth-Order Late Stage Yao core, this Cow Yao would definitely betray him without hesitation, and might even stab him in the back.

"Must have a backup plan."

Chen Zhiwen's eyes became profound.

He rapidly simulated various possible changes in his mind.

"Even if the Cow Yao turns against me, I must ensure I can retreat unscathed."

"The Spider King is one."

"The trump cards in my hands are the second."

"And..."

Chen Zhiwen touched the special transmission Jade Slip in his storage ring.

That was his secret channel to contact the Ten Thousand Swords Sect Sect Master.

"Ten Thousand Swords Sect..."

Chen Zhiwen's gaze looked into the distance, passing through layers of clouds and mist, as if he could see the Sect standing on the mountain Peak.

Destroying the Wan Family was not just for personal revenge, but for the future of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

The Wan Family had been entrenched around the Ten Thousand Swords Sect for many years like a malignant tumor, which was certainly disadvantageous to the development of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

If he could take this opportunity to uproot the Wan Family, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect could take over the Wan Family's territory and industries.

This was a key step for the Sect to expand outward and strengthen its power, and it was also a contribution he, as a Nascent Soul True Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, had to make for the Sect.

His Hidden Sword Peak also needed to be well-developed.

"In the future, I must let the Sect's intelligence network fully investigate the background of this Cow Yao."

"What is its origin? Why is it lurking in the Artifact Refining Alliance? What are the limitations of its innate Divine Ability?"

"Only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one remain invincible in future games."

After making up his mind, Chen Zhiwen let out a long sigh.

He closed his eyes and began to regulate his breath and meditate, adjusting his state to the Peak, waiting for that final moment of the hunt.

...

Time slipped away silently like sand between fingers.

In the following two days, Chen Zhiwen put down all the trivial matters on hand, even temporarily stopping his cultivation.

He was like a cheetah lurking in the dark, monitoring every move of the prey with full attention.

His Divine Sense was like an invisible net, always covering the area around the pavilion where Xia Yu and the others lived.

Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, the moment he had been waiting for arrived.

The door of the pavilion opened.

Three figures filed out.

Leading them was that arrogant, luxuriously dressed Xia Yu.

Following behind him was the listless Wan Xingwang with puffy eye bags, and that hunched, fawning Ugly One.

"Finally out."

Chen Zhiwen sat in the courtyard, a cold smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

He did not rush to follow, but first performed a simple disguise on himself, changing his appearance and aura into a sallow-faced, unremarkable middle-aged Cultivator.

Afterward, he quietly left the courtyard and trailed far behind the three.

Xia Yu and the others did not notice the tail behind them.

They swaggered all the way, heading straight for the Zhou Mansion in the east of the city.

The Zhou Mansion was the residence of the Artifact Refining Alliance's Chief Artifact Refiner, Great Master Zhou, and also the place where Xia Yu repaired his Magic Treasure.

Chen Zhiwen did not get close to the Zhou Mansion, but sat down in a teahouse opposite the mansion, ordered a pot of Spirit Tea, and waited quietly.

His Divine Sense probed out extremely obscurely, merely attaching to a stone lion at the entrance of the Zhou Mansion.

About an hour later, the gate of the Zhou Mansion opened again.

Xia Yu walked out, beaming with joy.

In his hand, he was playing with a folding fan.

The folding fan was crystalline throughout, the fan ribs made of some unknown white jade, and a painting of mountains and rivers was drawn on the fan surface.

As he played with it, a faint breeze circulated around the folding fan.

The space seemed to twist slightly with the waving of the fan.

"Fourth-Order Low Grade flying Magic Treasure — Mountain and River Wind and Cloud Fan."

Chen Zhiwen recognized that treasure at a glance.

His pupils shrank slightly.

"It seems this is the Magic Treasure he repaired this time."

"Plus the offensive Fourth-Order Magic Treasure he bought at the auction before, this Xia Yu has at least two Fourth-Order Magic Treasures in his hands."

"And..."

Chen Zhiwen looked at the bulging Storage Pouch at Xia Yu's waist.

"The Xia Family is a Nascent Soul Family of a large Sect with a deep Foundation."

"This person definitely has other life-saving means, perhaps even one-time high-level Talismans."

Thinking of this, not only was there no fear on Chen Zhiwen's face, but instead, a ferocious smile appeared.

That was the excitement of a hunter seeing a fat sheep.

"A deep Foundation is good."

"The deeper it is, the greater the harvest after killing him."

"Young Master Xia, I will gladly accept this treasure of yours."

Just then, a dispute occurred at the entrance of the Zhou Mansion.

Xia Yu closed the folding fan and waved his hand spiritedly.

The spiritual energy in his body surged, and a green escaping light instantly wrapped around his whole body.

Clearly, he intended to drive the escaping light directly to leave with Wan Xingwang and Ugly One.

However, Wan Xingwang did not move.

This Wan Family Young Lord, at this moment, was pale, his eyes full of fear.

He looked back from time to time, as if some evil ghost was chasing behind him.

"Xia... Brother Xia."

Wan Xingwang swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling slightly.

He reached out and grabbed Xia Yu's sleeve, begging:

"Can we... can we not fly directly?"

"Can you bring out the wind-driving carriage?"

Xia Yu frowned and stopped his movements.

He looked at Wan Xingwang with displeasure, his tone carrying a bit of impatience.

"wind-driving carriage?"

"That thing is comfortable, but too flashy."

"And it is cumbersome to start."

"Wouldn't it be faster to just fly back using the escaping light?"

"Besides, this Mountain and River Wind and Cloud Fan of mine has just been repaired and is perfect for traveling, with extremely fast speed."

Wan Xingwang shook his head repeatedly.

His hand gripped tighter.

"No, no, no."

"Brother Xia, this is the territory of the Artifact Refining Alliance."

"That Chen Zhiwen... that Chen Zhiwen must still be in the city."

Mentioning the three words "Chen Zhiwen," Wan Xingwang's body could not help but tremble.

That bone-deep fear almost made him lose his mind.

"My right eyelid has been twitching for the past few days."

"I always feel like something is going to happen."

"That person Chen Zhiwen is ruthless and vengeful."

"We humiliated him at the Artifact Refining Alliance, he will never let it go."

"If we are intercepted by him on the way..."

"The wind-driving carriage has strong defense, high speed, and a high safety factor!"

Ugly One on the side also hurriedly chimed in.

He bent over and said fawningly:

"Yes, Young Master Xia."

"The Young Lord's worry is not unreasonable."

"That Chen Zhiwen is a madman."

"It is better to be safe than sorry."

"Although the wind-driving carriage consumes Spirit Stones, it is stable."

"If we really run into that fiend, the wind-driving carriage's Formation can also resist for a while."

Listening to the nagging of the master and servant, Xia Yu's brows furrowed even tighter.

The impatience in his eyes had turned into deep disdain.

He flung off Wan Xingwang's hand.

He snorted coldly.

"Hmph!"

"Nephew Wan, I think you have been scared out of your wits by that Chen Zhiwen, right?"

Xia Yu shook his head, the folding fan in his hand tapping his palm lightly.

"You are also a dignified Young Lord of the Wan Family."

"How can you be so timid?"

"When you were looking for trouble, you were happier than anyone."

"When you were enjoying yourself in the pavilion these past few days, I did not see you afraid."

"Now that we are leaving, you have become a shrinking turtle?"

He looked at Wan Xingwang's cowardly appearance and sneered inwardly.

If it were not for the power behind the Wan Family, he would have kicked this piece of trash away long ago.

Such a person, being able to live to the Late Golden Core Stage, relied entirely on Family background and resources.

It is truly a disgrace to the cultivation world.

"Senior Xia..."

Wan Xingwang was flushed with shame from the scolding, but still dared not refute.

He just looked at Xia Yu with that pleading look.

Xia Yu sighed.

Although he looked down on Wan Xingwang, he also knew that this guy was truly scared.

However, asking him to use the wind-driving carriage, he was a hundred times unwilling.

"Nephew Wan, you do not know."

Xia Yu explained patiently.

"Although the wind-driving carriage is fast and has high defense, it is a purely consumable Magic Treasure."

"Starting it once requires consuming a large number of High-Grade Spirit Stones."

"And it is extremely cumbersome and not flexible enough."

He raised the Mountain and River Wind and Cloud Fan in his hand, looking arrogant.

"And this fan of mine is a Fourth-Order Magic Treasure."

"Riding the wind, free and unrestrained."

"If we encounter danger, it is easier to escape than that cumbersome carriage."

A more important point, and also the reason Xia Yu did not say clearly, was the consumption of magical power.

Driving a large vehicle like the wind-driving carriage, even with the assistance of Spirit Stones, was a huge burden on the master's magical power.

He had just repaired the Magic Treasure and wanted to try it out, so where would he be willing to be that driver?

"As for that Chen Zhiwen..."

A flash of disdain crossed Xia Yu's eyes.

He sneered.

"I have already inquired."

"That Chen Zhiwen is just a newly promoted Nascent Soul Elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

"He has not been at the Mid Nascent Soul Stage for long."

"His Foundation is very shallow."

"What good things can a small Sect in a remote place like the Ten Thousand Swords Sect have? And he just advanced to the Mid Nascent Soul Stage."

"I am certain he does not have any decent Fourth-Order Magic Treasures in his hands."

Xia Yu said confidently, as if he had already seen through Chen Zhiwen's background.

"And, give him ten times the courage, he would not dare to intercept and kill the Young Lord of the Wan Family within the territory of the Artifact Refining Alliance."

"Unless he wants to die and is not afraid of your Wan Family's thunderous strike."

"So, Nephew Wan, you can put your heart back in your stomach."

"There will be no one coming to intercept us at all."

After speaking, Xia Yu ignored Wan Xingwang's pleading.

He waved the folding fan in his hand violently.

"Rise!"

A gust of wind rose from the ground, wrapping around Wan Xingwang and Ugly One, instantly turning into a stunning rainbow, rushing straight into the clouds.

In the teahouse in the distance, Chen Zhiwen watched the escaping light going away.

He put down the teacup in his hand gently, making a soft "clack" sound.

In his eyes, murderous intent surged like a tide.

"Shallow Foundation?"

"Does not necessarily have decent Fourth-Order Magic Treasures?"

"Does not dare to provoke the Wan Family?"

Chen Zhiwen stood up and tidied his clothes.

A death-like smile appeared on his face.

"Young Master Xia, your confidence will kill all of you. It seems the Canghai Sect has no need to exist."

Chen Zhiwen naturally had the intention to kill these two.