181: Chapter 181 Hidden Sects

On the way back, Han Jingyang and Liu Jing felt absolutely fantastic.

Although he had used up a precious skill trial opportunity, seeing the Three Liu Brothers' expressions—like they had just lost their own mother—made him feel like he was flying high with satisfaction.

Revenge shouldn't be delayed overnight.

This feeling was truly amazing.

Super, super satisfying.

The more miserable the Three Liu Brothers felt, the more satisfied he was.

As expected, one should be decisive in settling grudges and taking action; having a clear state of mind is what matters most.

Being indecisive and hesitant definitely won't lead to accomplishing anything significant.

Furthermore, this night not only allowed him to take revenge but also verified the feasibility of Dragon Slaying.

This was quite a powerful killing move.

Just imagine, one day traveling to the island nation and performing Dragon Slaying on Mount Fuji; the scene would be...

Just thinking about it was thrilling.

He had previously thought that after Dragon Slaying severed the qi veins, the qi veins would only slowly dissipate.

He didn't expect it to actually be similar to a real dragon; one part dissipated, while the other retracted into the main qi veins at an extremely fast speed.

What was this?

This was valuable experience.

Next time he had the chance to perform Dragon Slaying on a dragon vein, he would be able to achieve even better results.

Liu Jing was equally excited: "Boss, that was the True Martial Emperor! My grandmother's house enshrines one."

Han Jingyang nodded: "It was indeed the True Martial Emperor."

"Is it a real deity? Or is it similar to Chaotian Temple?"

"No, it's not as good as Chaotian Temple."

"Huh? How is that possible?"

"It's true. Although this True Martial Emperor statue looks more imposing and powerful, in essence, it is inferior to Chaotian Temple. Chaotian Temple can barely be considered a spiritual entity, whereas the True Martial Emperor I summoned just now was merely a mass of qi in the shape of the True Martial Emperor, lacking the most important spiritual essence."

"Chaotian Temple has spiritual essence?" Liu Jing turned her head to look at Chaotian Temple.

Chaotian Temple responded with a silly smile.

Liu Jing remained silent for a long time: "Boss, will Chaotian Temple grow to be over ten meters tall in the future?"

"I don't know; this is my first time seeing something like this, too."

"Will Chaotian Temple become smarter?"

"I don't know either; let's wait and see. You just need to know that Chaotian Temple is our teammate. The stronger our teammates are, the better, right?"

"Yeah," Liu Jing nodded heavily, then continued excitedly: "But the True Martial Emperor was so cool! Imposing and domineering, not saying a word, swinging that sword down, and the white dragon was severed instantly. Wow, that scene was just too thrilling."

"You will see it again in the future."

"Yeah, yeah. It's a pity that phones can't record it; otherwise, I would definitely film the whole thing. This is more shocking than any movie. It's my first time seeing such a soul-stirring scene and my first time participating in such a significant event. I'm so excited!"

"No, it's not your first time participating."

Liu Jing was stunned, then suddenly recalled something and jumped up violently: "Could it be..."

Han Jingyang nodded with a smile: "Yes, that time."

"No wonder He Dingkun fell so quickly; it turns out the True Martial Emperor had acted," Liu Jing asked excitedly: "Are the Three Liu Brothers about to follow in He Dingkun's footsteps?"

"It's not quite the same."

"Why?"

"Because the connection between this dragon vein and the Three Liu Brothers isn't that tight yet."

"Huh? Isn't this their land?"

"It's rented; they only have usage rights for ninety-nine years. Moreover, it's currently just their farmland, not their residential plot or house, so the connection is very shallow. My Dragon Slaying causes significant direct harm to the Three Liu Brothers."

"Then those things you said earlier, about them having bad luck..."

Han Jingyang shook his head: "That's a different matter; it has nothing to do with me."

"Is it serious?"

"Very serious."

"Not going to get involved?"

"No, it's quite troublesome. It's better to stay away from these kinds of things; I wouldn't do it for any amount of money."

"It won't hurt innocent people, will it?"

"No, they will only be suffering the consequences of their own actions."

"Oh, well, that's their bad luck. Who told them to provoke a super expert like you, Boss? They deserve the retribution," Liu Jing said, reaching out to bare Han Jingyang's arm: "Boss, you are truly amazing. I have an impression of that True Martial statue; it wasn't expensive. How did it become so powerful in your hands?"

"Good luck."

"Boss, you are too modest. Is this something that can be achieved just with good luck?"

"It's true."

"I don't believe that. Hehe, Boss, honestly confess: is your sect one of those legendary, super-powerful sects hidden in the human world that no one knows about?"

"You're overthinking it."

"Hehe, that must be it. Boss, your master was the previous sect leader, and you are the next sect leader. Your sect is passed down through a single person each generation, shouldering the heavy responsibility of overseeing all metaphysical affairs in the world, and you are the inheritors and guardians of Chinese metaphysics, right?"

"..."

To be honest, Han Jingyang was actually a bit tempted.

If he really had such a long list of titles, he would be the focus wherever he went, surrounded by people like stars orbiting the moon. In the metaphysics circle, a single call would garner a hundred responses, and every move he made would affect the nerves of all practitioners of metaphysics.

Unfortunately, it was fake.

Although he could pretend, and there was a certain probability he wouldn't be exposed.

But fake is fake; it would be exposed sooner or later.

Instead of wasting energy on that, it would be better to build such a sect for real. Anyway, with a cheat system at his side, his strength was extraordinary; he could fight and hold his own. By then, even taking on the moral responsibility of the Chinese metaphysics circle wouldn't be impossible.

It's just that it's not a small matter.

To get to that step, he was still far off; both soft and hard power were lacking quite a bit.

Furthermore, if he really were to play such a role, there would be a lot of trouble.

In comparison, being a lone practitioner is quite good.

Lacking nothing and being free, why look for trouble for himself?

Three o'clock in the morning.

Han Jingyang and Liu Jing returned to Jiguang Zhai.

Just as they arrived at the entrance, he received a call from Shi Xiaoya: "Boss, where are you?"

"At the shop. Are you back?"

"Yeah, I'll be there soon."

"Wait, what are you coming to the shop for? Go home first and get some good rest."

"I have something to give you."

"Oh?"

"Huang Pengfei gave it to me, saying it was ordered by their father."

"Then you can come."

Hanging up the phone, he turned to see Liu Jing's serious expression and couldn't help but tease: "Your competitor is coming back; are you nervous?"

Liu Jing gave a "hmph" and said: "I'm not afraid of her."

"Then you'd better be careful. That woman dares to think and act, and she's very bold. Maybe one day she'll achieve her goal in one step."

"She, she wouldn't dare!"

"Is there anything she wouldn't dare to do?"

Liu Jing gritted her teeth, clutching the hilt of her blade, and slowly shifted her gaze to Han Jingyang.

Han Jingyang was stunned for a moment: "You, what do you want to do?"

Liu Jing gradually approached.

Han Jingyang leaned backward: "Don't do anything rash."

Liu Jing sneered: "Today, I'll satisfy your little wicked hobby, Boss."

As she finished speaking, she threw away her combat blade, threw herself directly onto Han Jingyang, and lowered her head to kiss him fiercely.

This was done with emotion, and she kissed him very forcefully.

Han Jingyang even tasted a hint of blood.

Damn, am I going to become the first man to be kissed to death?

It's just a kiss, why kiss so hard?

He couldn't move at all.

Is this considered being forced?

Han Jingyang struggled twice, but it had absolutely no effect; the difference in strength was too great.

At this moment, Shi Xiaoya strode in through the door.