525: Chapter 525 The Pig Is Getting Fat

"Huff, huff, huff!"

Second Young Master Feng Buping gasped for air, his Face pale.

Watching the starry sky slowly dissipate in the firmament, his heart was bleeding.

It was gone.

The replica of the Fengzhou Immortal Map was just like that, gone!

This cost a massive amount of Immortal Crystals and years of his father's hard work, all wasted just like that!

"Bang!"

He slammed his elbow into the Void Realm, his heart filled with endless rage that he couldn't vent.

This was originally meant to deal with Mu Bingyun, but he hadn't expected this damn fellow to just concede directly!

A trump card wasted for nothing!

"Fairy Bingyun is truly exceptionally intelligent, and cowardly as a mouse!"

Looking down from above, he locked his gaze onto the white figure in the plaza, his eyes burning with monstrous rage.

"Can't win, so you resort to insults?"

Qin Wushang laughed loudly.

"What? Does it make you seem foul-mouthed or just stupid? Is your brain flooded with water?"

"Blowing up an Immortal Map for nothing; in the entire Immortal Domain, you are probably the only one, Second Young Master Feng Buping."

Although he didn't know how precious this map was, he could guess from the subtle changes in his expression...

Even a fake Fengzhou Immortal Map wasn't something the Feng Family could just pull out casually!

"Hmph! It's merely an Immortal Map. The Feng Family has vast resources; we can still afford it!"

Second Young Master Feng Buping snorted coldly.

Although his heart was bleeding, for the sake of Face, he could only say that.

"Sigh, a thing that tried to act cool but ended up getting... fucked!"

Qin Wushang couldn't be bothered to say more and shook his head.

"Can't be bothered to communicate with a brainless thing."

"Bingyun, let's go."

After saying this, he picked up Yao Shinian and turned to leave.

...

Wuyou Realm.

There was no light here.

Endless darkness, like a sleeping Vicious Beast opening its giant maw, devoured everything.

The darkness was as thick as ink, congealed for hundreds of millions of years; it felt as if even time had stagnated here.

There were no stars, no moonlight, not a shred of daylight.

Only darkness.

Boundless, infinite darkness.

However, in the deepest part of this darkness, there was a point of light.

That was a village.

It was a small village with a dozen households. The houses were built from unknown white stones, emitting a soft and gentle glow, like a pearl in the darkness.

At the entrance of the village stood a thick wooden post with an oil lamp hanging from it. The flame flickered, dispelling the darkness for a hundred zhang around.

In the center of the village, a middle-aged man was shirtless, sitting on a blue stone sharpening a knife.

His figure was burly, his muscles knotted, and scars crisscrossed his body, as if he had been bitten countless times by something and healed.

He held a pig-slaughtering knife in his hand, pushing the blade back and forth on the whetstone, emitting a deafening Dragon roar.

This was a piece of True Dragon stone!

In the Immortal Domain, it was a rare Immortal material that even an Immortal King would compete for.

But right now, in the man's eyes, it was no different from an ordinary whetstone.

"I wonder how that girl is doing."

He muttered as he sharpened the knife.

"Has she encountered any variables..."

Beside him, an old man squatted on the threshold, smoking a dry pipe.

The sparks in the pipe bowl flickered, illuminating a Face covered in wrinkles.

He squinted his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke. The smoke slowly dissipated in the darkness, turning into worlds teeming with vitality that drifted outside the village.

Exhaling worlds; every breath was the gestation of the supreme Dao.

"Those who went out are mostly dead."

The old man's voice was hoarse, like a leaky broken bellows.

"It's likely difficult."

The man's hand sharpening the knife paused, his brows knitting into a knot.

"If something happens to the girl, I'm afraid we few will have to go along with her."

"It won't come to that."

The old man tapped his pipe, speaking unhurriedly, "She learned our methods, after all; she won't die. It's just that personality of hers—she's bound to suffer some losses."

"Whoever makes her suffer, I'll chop them."

The man sharpening the knife said in a flat tone.

"You, you're just too doting on her."

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You actually really raised her like a daughter."

"People aren't like these pigs; they have feelings."

The man continued sharpening the knife, the blade making a harsh sound against the stone.

"She's a child I've raised for decades, after all."

"Calling me 'Daddy' every time, it sounds pleasant to my ears."

The old man was silent for a moment, taking a puff of smoke.

"She is not simple."

"Naturally, I know she's not simple."

The man sharpening the knife didn't even look up, not caring.

"When she was a baby, she could raw-eat a pig comparable to a Great Emperor; how could she be simple?"

"Then why did you raise her? Aren't you afraid of bringing trouble upon yourself?"

"What's wrong with raising a daughter on a farm?"

The man sharpening the knife looked up, glanced at the old man, and asked coldly, "Do you have a problem with me?"

"You can't produce offspring, and you have a problem with me having a daughter? Are you jealous?"

"It's not like that."

The old man waved his hand, "It's just..."

As he spoke, his expression suddenly changed.

The man sharpening the knife stopped his movement and looked up at him.

"What's wrong?"

The old man didn't speak, instead performing a calculation with his fingers.

His fingers moved rapidly, weaving threads of Karma together, manipulating them like silk.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the wrinkles on his Face squeezed into gullies.

"The pig-slaughtering knife that Mute forged for the girl... has cracked."

"She has used the ninth form."

The hand sharpening the knife stiffened suddenly, his whole body seemingly frozen.

A few breaths later, he rose abruptly, his burly frame casting a huge shadow under the lamplight.

"Are you sure?"

The old man didn't answer; he closed his eyes and his fingers moved even faster.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, his expression unprecedentedly grave.

"She used it."

"And... it was a nearly complete Concept."

The man was silent for a moment, his brows locked tight.

"Does that mean she met someone with great Luck?"

"Not necessarily."

The old man shook his head, his voice low.

"My calculations aren't necessarily accurate. This trip might not be her Opportunity... it might be her tribulation."

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying killing intent surged from the man.

The darkness surged, as if stirred by something, and countless black shadows ran amok.

"You old thing, you really didn't finish what you were saying."

The man's voice turned cold.

"Aren't you afraid I'll chop you?"

The old man remained calm, took another puff of smoke, and the sparks in the pipe bowl flickered uncertainly.

"The first person to draw a blade against the heavens wouldn't be so petty. Nor is it possible that you didn't know I hadn't finished speaking."

The man stared at him for a long time, finally withdrawing his killing intent.

He sat back down, picked up the whetstone, and continued sharpening the knife.

"The girl hasn't used the thing I gave her yet."

His voice returned to calm.

"It should be fine."

The old man nodded, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and looked into the depths of the darkness.

"Let's wait a bit longer."

His voice was ethereal, yet it could stir the eternal ages.

"The pig is getting fat."

"It will be slaughtered soon."

"As for us... whether we live or die, it all depends on this chance of life amidst death... whether we can bear the weight of this great era!"

"Heaven's mandate... it should appear!"