148: Chapter 148 The ancient martial arts world is in complete chaos, and the patriarchs emerge from seclusion to kill me.
The old Daoist hunched over, his hands gripping the charred tree trunk for dear life.
His fingernails were packed with black ash.
"Wah—"
He lurched forward abruptly.
Bile mixed with undigested grass leaves sprayed directly onto the base of the tree.
The sour, foul stench was pungent.
The Little Daoist stood nearby, his legs trembling in fear; he didn't even dare to go over and help.
"Master... please... please don't scare me like this."
He spoke with a tearful voice, and tears carved two white streaks through the dust on his face.
"Get... get away!"
The old Daoist shoved the Little Daoist aside.
He gasped for air, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows.
Overhead, the noise of the helicopters drilled into his brain like an electric drill.
His eyes were red and swollen from the tear gas, making it impossible to even open them.
Is this cultivation?
This is fucking worse than being an animal!
"Qin Yuan, you brat!"
The old Daoist gritted his teeth so hard he bit his lips open.
The taste of rust spread in his mouth.
"I... I will definitely skin you alive!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than—
"BOOM!"
A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the forbidden grounds behind the mountain.
The ground shook and the mountains swayed.
The Little Daoist plopped onto the ground, covering his ears in fright.
"Ma... Master! The back mountain exploded!"
The old Daoist froze for a moment.
A flash of sharp light suddenly erupted in his cloudy eyes.
"It didn't explode..."
He scrambled to his feet, staring fixedly in the direction of the back mountain.
"It's the Ancestor... the Ancestor has come out of seclusion!"
The forbidden grounds of the back mountain.
Inside a massive stone cave a hundred meters deep, the stone gate had been pulverized into powder by a terrifying force.
An old man, skin and bones with all his hair gone, walked out of the dust.
He was wearing a tattered burlap garment covered in grease.
The old man looked like he could be blown over by a gust of wind.
Yet, with every step he took, the surrounding rocks trembled slightly.
"Who is making all that noise out there?"
The old man's voice sounded like two stones grinding together, harsh and unpleasant.
"Ancestor!"
The long-robed Daoist scrambled over to the old man and fell to his knees with a thud.
"Ancestor, save us!"
He hugged the old man's bony leg, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.
"Our Wudang Mountain is being bullied to death!"
The old man lowered his head and glanced at him.
His gaze was as cold as an ice cavern.
"Pathetic."
He kicked the long-robed Daoist away.
"What happened?"
The long-robed Daoist hurriedly recounted the events of the past few days, adding his own embellishments.
He emphasized how Qin Yuan had cut off their water and electricity, released poison gas, and created noise.
"Qin Yuan?"
The old man knitted his sparse eyebrows and picked the black gunk out of his ear.
"A mere ant from the secular world dares to shit on our heads?"
He looked up.
His originally cloudy eyes suddenly shot out two beams of blinding golden light.
"This world has truly changed."
"They don't even understand the rules anymore."
His withered lips moved slightly.
"Go. Notify that old fossil in the Kunlun Mountains, and that blind monk at Shaolin Temple."
The old man's voice echoed throughout the entire Wudang Mountain.
"Tell them that I, a great-great-grandson of Zhang Sanfeng, am going down the mountain to kill someone."
"Tell them to bring their gear and join me in the capital."
The long-robed Daoist shuddered in fear and hurriedly kowtowed.
"Yes! Ancestor!"
Half a day later.
At the peak of the Kunlun Mountains.
Thick ice and snow were melted by a wave of heat, revealing the pitch-black rocks beneath.
An old man with flowing white hair and a beard reaching his chest was sitting cross-legged on a giant boulder.
He held a wine gourd in his hand, pouring wine into his mouth.
The liquid flowed down his beard, dripping onto his Daoist robe and leaving a yellow stain.
"Old man Zhang has come out of seclusion?"
The old man wiped his mouth.
"It seems this secular world is indeed in need of a lesson."
He tossed the wine gourd aside and stood up.
A powerful aura of pressure instantly enveloped the entire Kunlun Mountains.
The surrounding Little Daoists were so scared they all sprawled on the ground, not daring to even lift their heads.
"Let's go."
The old man strode away.
"Let's go meet this Qin Yuan."
Shaolin Temple.
In front of the Bodhidharma Cave in the backyard.
A blind old monk was tapping the ground with a wooden staff in his hand.
He wore a tattered cassock full of patches, and there was a sour smell coming from his body.
"Amitabha."
The blind monk sighed.
"Since Wudang Sect and Kunlun Mountains have both moved."
"This old monk will go join the fun as well."
He pushed off the ground with his wooden staff.
His entire body soared into mid-air like a giant bird.
In half a day, the entire hidden ancient martial arts world of China was thrown into complete chaos.
Those old monsters who had been in death seclusion at the Spirit Transformation stage and the Half-Step Void Return stage were all forced out by Qin Yuan.
They didn't bring any of the low-level disciples who would just hold them back.
Just these few old codgers formed a "Supreme Assassination Squad."
They crossed the void directly and headed toward the capital to kill.
"Boss."
In the capital, at Half-Mountain Manor, in the underground command center, Gu Qianqian was holding a meat bun, eating it until her mouth was oily.
She stared at the red dots on the big screen.
"Those old codgers have moved."
Qin Yuan sat in his boss chair.
He had just finished a shower, his hair still wet and dripping.
The water droplets landed on the mahogany desk, spreading into small water stains.
He wasn't wearing a shirt, revealing his solid pectoral muscles and eight-pack abs.
He held a white towel, casually drying his hair.
"Good timing."
Qin Yuan tossed the towel onto the desk.
"It's the perfect chance to test our newly formed Shadow Guard on them."
He picked up the glass of whiskey with ice on the table.
The ice cubes clinked in the glass, making a crisp sound.
"Ah Fu."
Qin Yuan called out.
"Present."
Ah Fu walked out of the shadows.
He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit today, with cloth shoes on his feet.
He looked like a retired old man, but the killing intent on him was heavier than ever.
"Have the guard ready."
Qin Yuan took a sip of the drink, the spicy liquid sliding down his throat.
"Tonight."
"I'm going to set off a big firework show for this group of old fossils right here in the capital."
Night fell.
Over the capital, dark clouds gathered.
The wind grew stronger, making the window frames creak and groan.
The air carried a damp, earthy scent.
It was going to rain.
Qin Yuan walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window.
He looked at the pitch-black sky outside.
"Come on."
A cold, cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Let me see what you so-called Half-Step Void Return cultivators are actually made of."
Just then, on the horizon, several blinding golden lights suddenly lit up.
Like meteors, they tore through the dark night sky.
They moved at extreme speed, carrying an earth-shattering momentum as they headed straight for Qin Family Manor.
"Woo—woo—woo—"
The ear-piercing sound of air raid sirens instantly blared wildly over the entire capital.