62: Chapter 62 Just as he was about to seek justice for Shi Hao, Fairy Yuechan descended.

The atmosphere in the Shi Kingdom Imperial Capital froze to the freezing point at this moment.

The pavilion ship carrying Wang Teng and his group hovered high in the firmament; it was a naked provocation, a blatant disregard for the ten-thousand-year imperial power of the Shi Kingdom.

"Xiao Hao, doesn't the air in this Imperial Capital smell muddier than it did when we were little?"

Wang Teng stood with his hands behind his back. His voice was not loud, yet it boomed like rolling thunder, exploding precisely in the ears of every cultivator in the Imperial Capital.

He did not strike directly; it was merely the "momentum" naturally radiating from him.

That alone made countless mortals and low-level cultivators below feel a tightness in their chests and shortness of breath, as if a great mountain were pressing down on their hearts.

"That's right, Brother-in-law!"

Shi Hao leaned over the railing, his pair of bright, sparkling eyes scanning the land below—a place he found both familiar and strange.

Finally, his gaze fixed on the direction of the Martial Kings Mansion, which was magnificent yet exuded a cold, sinister aura:

"Especially in that direction, there's a stench like rotten wood! And over at the Yu Clan, it reeks to the heavens!"

"Hahaha! A 'stench of rotten wood,' well said!"

Wang Teng laughed heartily, his laughter bold and arrogant.

He extended a finger, pointing remotely toward the Martial Kings Mansion, and then toward the Yu Clan estate; his gaze was as if he were looking at two piles of trash about to be cleared away:

"Since they stink, there's no need to keep them around to disgust people."

"Today, I, your Brother-in-law, will take charge and help you... sweep the dust from this Imperial Capital!"

"Boom!!!"

Before his voice had even faded, the previously restrained aura on Wang Teng's body instantly erupted by a sliver.

Just a sliver! The clouds above the entire Imperial Capital were instantly torn apart, and the sunlight turned pallid.

Inside the Martial Kings Mansion and the Yu Clan estate, those few defensive grand formations usually regarded as their foundations—

Actually emitted unbearable "crack" sounds under the oppression of this sliver of aura, and their light barriers were covered in cracks!

"Presumptuous!!"

"Who dares to run wild in our Shi Kingdom Imperial Capital?!"

"Wang Teng! Although you have some fierce reputation in the Northern Sea, this is the Shi Kingdom! It is not a place you can trample upon at will!"

Several angry roars came from deep within the Martial Kings Mansion and the Yu Clan.

Several aged yet powerful figures soared into the sky. Although they shouted fiercely, deep in everyone's eyes hid a profound wariness.

After all, a person's name is like a tree's shadow; Wang Teng's record of swallowing Venerables alive and stepping on a ghost ship had long since spread throughout the Wasteland Region.

However, just as both sides were at daggers drawn and a great battle was on the verge of breaking out—

"Zheng—"

A clear, melodious zither note seemed to drift down from the Nine Heavens.

Carrying a sacred power that purified the soul and soothed restlessness, it instantly rippled across the entire Imperial Capital.

This zither sound was too wonderful, untainted by dust, transcendent and refined.

Under this zither sound, Wang Teng's overbearing momentum was slightly dissolved.

And the common people below, who had originally been terrified and uneasy, miraculously calmed down; some even pressed their hands together in prayer, their faces showing piety.

Immediately following.

A rain of flowers began to fall from the sky.

They were not the petals that carried the bewitching, faint fragrance like the Witch's, but rather sacred flowers condensed from pure light runes.

Surrounded by this sky full of holy light and flower rain, a figure slowly walked from the other side of the clouds.

She did not step on lotuses with bare feet like the Witch, nor did she descend as overbearingly as Wang Teng.

She stepped on a path paved with moonlight, lotuses blooming with every step, like a Fairy from the Moon Palace descending to the mortal world.

Butian Sect Saintess—Fairy Yue Chan!

She was truly too beautiful, so beautiful that people dared not look directly at her, so beautiful that people felt inferior in her presence.

She was dressed in a plain white immortal dress, her sleeves fluttering, untainted by a trace of worldly smoke.

Her long, ink-black hair was casually coiled up, pinned with a simple, ancient jade hairpin.

What was most eye-catching was the thin veil on her face.

Although that veil covered her true appearance, it could not hide those eyes that were as bright as stars and as deep as the sea.

In those eyes, there was no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, only a kind of aloofness and compassion from high above, looking down on all living things.

This temperament was too arrogant.

That was a sense of superiority engraved in the bones, as a successor of an immortal great sect from the Upper Realm.

In her eyes, these Eight Regions of the Lower Realm were merely a cage, and the living beings here were merely descendants of sinners.

Even if it were an emperor of a nation, in her view, it was nothing more than that.

"Fellow Daoist Wang Teng."

Saintess Yue Chan's voice was ethereal and melodious, like large and small pearls falling onto a jade plate, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty:

"The Shi Kingdom is an ancient human nation, bearing the fortune of a region."

"Since Fellow Daoist has cultivated great divine abilities, you should know that Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life."

"To make such a big fanfare, suppressing others with momentum, and even attempting to use force in the Imperial Capital, is, I'm afraid... a bit too overbearing."

She stood there, and behind her, a vision of a bright, clear moon vaguely appeared.

Inside that bright moon, it seemed as if a goddess was chanting scriptures, casting down endless clear radiance.

It forcibly pushed back the fierce, baleful aura Wang Teng had cast over the Imperial Capital by three feet.

"Wow..."

On the pavilion ship, Shi Hao stared straight ahead.

He wiped away the drool that had just flowed out again after he'd wiped it clean, and poked Wang Teng beside him:

"Brother-in-law! Another fairy sister has arrived!

"This one looks... like she's much more serious than that Fat Girl, and she even comes with her own special effects upon appearing; how cool!"

"Tch! Putting on an act!"

Behind them, the Witch, who was scrubbing a pot, curled her lips, her eyes full of disdain and disgust:

"A reek of hypocritical white lotus!

"Obviously calculating more shrewdly than anyone else in her heart, yet she insists on putting on the appearance of a savior, a living Bodhisattva—who is she trying to impress?"

She threw down the brush in her hand, walked to Wang Teng's side, deliberately puffed out her chest, and said sarcastically:

"Young Master, don't you be fooled by this woman.

"This is that Fairy Yue Chan of the Butian Sect; what she's best at is standing on the moral high ground and pointing fingers. If you believe her nonsense, you'll have plenty to suffer later."

Wang Teng ignored their bickering.

His pair of dark-gold double pupils narrowed slightly, examining this newly descended "fairy" with great interest.

It had to be said that the Butian Sect's eye for selecting Saintesses was indeed sharp.

This Saintess Yue Chan was top-tier in terms of temperament, appearance, and cultivation.

Especially that "can only be viewed from afar but not profaned" aloof and cold style, which could indeed stir up a man's desire for conquest.

But what Wang Teng cared more about was the hidden power within her body.

That was... the aura of a primary and secondary body.

"Overbearing?"

Wang Teng suddenly laughed.

He did not restrain himself because of Saintess Yue Chan's appearance; instead, he took a step forward, standing in the high sky level with her.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering, that terrifying aura belonging to the Zhanwo Realm—

Although it did not fully erupt, just a wisp of it leaking out made the bright moon vision behind Saintess Yue Chan tremble slightly.

"Fairy Yue Chan, right?"

Wang Teng's voice was calm, yet it carried a sense of amusement:

"You just said I was overbearing?"

"Then, your Butian Sect interfering in the succession of the Lower Realm's imperial power and supporting puppets—does that count as overbearing?"

"Shi Hao had his natural Supreme Being Bone dug out, yet your Butian Sect turned a blind eye, and even wanted to recruit that double-pupiled Shi Yi—does that count as overbearing?"

"The great calamity of the Lower Realm is approaching, yet instead of thinking about how to protect the common people, you are busy harvesting so-called seeds of prodigies.

"Does... this count as overbearing?"

With every question Wang Teng asked, he took a step forward.

With every step he took, the void beneath his feet crumbled, and that terrifying sense of oppression doubled.

After three steps.

He had already closed in to within ten zhang of Saintess Yue Chan.

That masculine aura, like a prehistoric beast, mixed with the ferocity of the Nine-Nether Ao, rushed toward her like a tsunami.

It caused Saintess Yue Chan's ethereal and transcendent state of mind to actually show a trace of unprecedented panic.

"You..."