154: Don't die suddenly!

At the same time, in the Cui Family of the Divine Capital.

"The Master, Adai and A'er are dead."

The butler, dressed in brocade, walked respectfully to The Master of the Cui Family and said.

"..." The Master of the Cui Family did not speak, but his furrowed brows indicated that he was in a very bad mood.

"Even Adai and A'er were not their opponents."

"What is lurking in this Qiyang City?"

Adai and A'er were considered masters in the Cui Family, yet they died without a sound.

"The Master, should this matter be reported to the Imperial Family?"

The butler picked up the conversation very promptly.

"This matter must be reported. A guy who can threaten people at the level of Adai and A'er can only be handled by the Imperial Family."

The Master of the Cui Family flicked his long sleeve, sat on a chair, and took a sip of tea.

"But what if it was the Esoteric Sect? What should we do then?"

The butler had some capability to have worked in the Cui Family for so many years; he could ask pertinent questions.

"Absolutely impossible!" Putting down the teacup, The Master of the Cui Family said with certainty.

"Those stinky monks from the Esoteric Sect would never care about the lives of Mortals."

"They are currently squabbling over Mahayana Buddhism and Hinayana Buddhism; they don't have time for us."

After a pause, The Master of the Cui Family's thoughts suddenly became clear.

"That's right, the death of The Sixteenth Prince, the deaths of the Yunwu and Yunyu brothers, and Adai and A'er, were all done by the same person!"

"This person..."

"If I'm not mistaken, there's a high probability he's hunting Noble Families!"

"But Mortal Martial Artists can never be opponents of Noble and powerful clans, and those cults play their own games, so it wouldn't be their people."

The butler began to help The Master of the Cui Family clarify his thoughts but did not reveal the final mystery.

"Besides the Esoteric Sect and cults, there are only two other possibilities."

"One is a Dao Cultivator, and the other is those madmen from Qianfa Tower!"

"Extreme Martial Artist!?" The butler's expression was very exaggerated, his eyes almost bulging out.

"It should be those madmen." The Master of the Cui Family nodded.

"But Extreme Martial Artists have been gone for almost twenty years; why are they suddenly reappearing?"

"No, it cannot be confirmed yet."

The Master of the Cui Family's face became gloomy. If it was truly a Rebirth of an Extreme Martial Artist group, then their Noble Families would have to be careful.

"Do not report this to the Imperial Family for now; observe for a few more days."

The Master of the Cui Family temporarily gave up the idea of reporting this matter.

Qiyang City is in the west of Great Liang Kingdom, far from the Divine Capital.

If those Extreme Martial Artists truly returned, the Xue Family would definitely be the first to suffer.

"Send people to keep an eye on the Xue Family for me. Once something happens to the Xue Family, immediately report this to the Imperial Family."

"These madmen must be eliminated when they are weakest, otherwise..."

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As dawn was just breaking, Chen Heng put on his clothes and prepared to set off.

After a rare night's sleep, Chen Heng was now in excellent condition.

This time, he wasn't empty-handed. Besides the black fiend blade and the thousand-year profound iron spear, the newly forged weapons were also strapped to his back.

"Get up! Come fight with me!"

With a bang, Chen Heng kicked open Bai Jun's door.

That kid's lightning spell for clearing mobs was simply too effective, especially in situations with a large number of enemies.

And he had already given him the spirit gathering furnace; it would be a waste not to use free labor.

"Ah? Fight?" Bai Jun, looking haggard, poked his head out from behind the spirit gathering furnace, startling Chen Heng.

"Damn, don't you have a chastity mark? How did you end up like this?"

"Did you 'play with yourself' all night?"

Chen Heng walked closer, carefully examining Bai Jun in front of him.

His eyes were sunken, and his cheeks were deeply hollowed out.

His entire face was grayish-green, like a corpse that had been dead for some time.

"What is 'playing with yourself'?" Bai Jun, of course, didn't understand the slang in Chen Heng's mouth. He weakly stood up and opened the furnace lid.

"Last night, I tried to melt spirit iron, and it seems it really works."

Although weak, Bai Jun's face still showed a proud smile.

However, in Chen Heng's eyes, that smile was no different from a dying man's final burst of energy.

"According to my estimation, in about three more days, I can melt all of this spirit iron."

"By then, I'll be able to Fusion all of your weapons, Big Brother Chen."

"...How about you rest first?" Chen Heng was a bit afraid to order Bai Jun around.

Given his current state, Chen Heng was worried that he might just drop dead if he used a lightning spell.

"Oh right, we were going to fight..." Bai Jun, with a blank stare, put on his outer garment and mechanically walked outside.

"Alright! Go rest quickly! You'll drop dead in a moment!"

Chen Heng grabbed Bai Jun's head and directly threw him onto the bed.

"Hmm, then I'll rest first." Bai Jun nodded, took a Medicinal Pill, and then passed out.

"Sigh..." Chen Heng sighed and returned to his own courtyard first.

Chen Heng really didn't want to clear mobs, but he also didn't want any to slip through the net.

He could only wait for Bai Jun to recover a bit... Not long after lunch, Chen Heng, sitting in the courtyard enjoying the breeze, saw Bai Jun, looking rosy-cheeked, walk out of his room.

"Alive?" Chen Heng raised an eyebrow, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Yes, alive." Bai Jun nodded, a small cloth bag hanging from his waist.

"Take this and come with me." Chen Heng threw the startling swan sword to Bai Jun and led him out of the Chen Family Mansion.

"Oh, I might not be back tonight, so don't save dinner for me."

As he left, Chen Heng said to Chen Fugui, who was practicing health-preserving boxing.

"Go early and come back early."

Getting into the carriage, Old Liu drove it towards Shigou Village.

Chen Heng's weapons were all tossed inside the carriage.

He, meanwhile, was gripping the thousand-year profound iron spear and secretly exerting force.

"Big Brother Chen, what are you doing?" Bai Jun looked curiously at Chen Heng, who was exerting himself.

"Are you constipated? I have some laxative fruit here, do you want to try it?"

"Go, go, go, get over there." Chen Heng pushed Bai Jun aside and continued to compress his blood Qi into the thousand-year profound iron spear.

"What do you know? I'm saving up a big one for them."

"But you, what's in that big bag on your waist?"

Chen Heng pointed to the head-sized cloth bag on Bai Jun's waist and asked.

"Hehe, while I was resting, I conveniently refined three batches of blood and qi replenishing pills. Just in case they come in handy."

Bai Jun opened the cloth bag, and a rich, unusual fragrance wafted out.

"You keep them. I don't need this stuff."

After saying that, Chen Heng continued to compress his blood Qi into the thousand-year profound iron spear.

He ignored Bai Jun, no matter how much he chattered beside him.

About an hour later, the carriage stopped at the entrance of Shigou Village.

"The Master, we're here." Old Liu knocked on the carriage door and then stood aside.

"Let's go. Follow me to resolve the last menace in Qiyang City."

With all six weapons strapped to his back, Chen Heng jumped out of the carriage.