Chapter 498: Your Whole Family Are Perverts

“Mo Gongzhu, we have arrived.”

Rong Da Hao led the group to Lingrong Ze, where the thunderous sounds of battle inside were already deafening.

The red mist array blocked their path.

Clearly, the direction they were heading wasn’t where Yu Zhiwen had already opened the array entrance.

The sharp-faced man Zhao Tai, who followed closely behind, was immediately frightened by the battle noises.

“Hao Ge, has someone already gone inside?”

“Could it be that the guardian has returned? What about that earthquake just now…”

“Shh!”

Rong Da Hao raised a finger to signal silence.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“The fact that there’s fighting means there are two entities inside capable of challenging each other.”

“Isn’t this the perfect time to sneak in? Or do you want to wait?”

“Wait until the battle ends, and the guardian spots you, then you scurry over like a fool to offer yourself up?”

Zhao Tai’s face turned green.

“But…”

“There’s no ‘but’ about it!”

Rong Da Hao cut him off, turning to look at the others who also seemed somewhat panicked, and shook his head inwardly.

These fools—without the resolve to risk their lives, why bother entering Bai Ku?

Weren’t they just wasting the precious Bai Ku spots?

“Mo Gongzhu…”

His gaze returned to the white-dressed woman who still appeared calm and composed, and Rong Da Hao silently admired her.

Now that was true demeanor!

True composure!

Even he felt a bit uneasy about the unknown situation inside.

Yet this woman, holding her small bronze furnace and burning faint incense, showed no sign of disturbance on the surface.

“Mo Gongzhu, the fighting inside means this mist array in front of us has already been breached.”

“The array is vast; my spiritual sense can’t probe it all.”

“So, let’s change direction. We just need to find where the others broke through. It’s like seeking shade under a great tree—no effort required, and we can slip right in.”

Rong Da Hao paused, sensing the immense power of the array before him, and sighed with a shake of his head. “In our group, no one’s a Lingzongshi-level array master. Trying to brute-force this heaven-and-earth array would be sheer stupidity…”

Boom!

A violent explosion erupted nearby.

Everyone’s scalp tingled as they looked over.

Boom!

Another massive blast followed.

The array shook violently.

“Ah—”

A strained, gritted voice echoed.

It sounded very childish.

Yet beneath that childishness lay ninety percent sheer stubbornness.

Boom!

Regaining their senses, the group saw a very short little monk at the array’s edge. He carried a radiant Buddhist saber on his back and was pounding forward fiercely with his small fists.

Rong Da Hao: “…”

“Who is this?”

He had just called it stupid, and here was someone doing exactly that?

Bu Le the little monk mustered all his strength.

He had certainly noticed the large group not far away.

But for him, the priority was retrieving the “Yu Kong Mo Zhang” he had lost track of.

This array…

Was tougher than expected?

Boom!

He threw another punch and was flung high into the air.

Grimacing, he blew on his aching fist.

“So hard to break?”

Recalling the “Yuan Li” unique to Buddhist Kong Chan disciples, he enveloped his fist with it.

A terrifying force surged forth, distorting the void.

“What’s this?”

Rong Da Hao’s pupils shrank suddenly.

“Che Shen Nian?”

“This little monk has mastered Che Shen Nian?”

“No, it’s not the ‘Fa Shen Xing Jie’ power form—it’s something else…”

“But how is that possible?”

Rong Da Hao’s eyes filled with disbelief.

He glanced back instinctively at the others’ reactions.

Yet he found almost no one else recognized this power form.

Of course not.

How could these backwater folks identify such an advanced Che Shen Nian?

Rong Da Hao vaguely remembered that the first appearance of Che Shen Nian was during the previous “Shi Zun Zuo” competition.

Back then, Kui Lei Han used “Fa Shen Xing Jie,” the original Che Shen Nian, and with it, he momentarily overshadowed the renowned Eighth Jianxian across the five continents, claiming the top Shi Zun Zuo seat.

But…

That unbeatable move was later countered by the Eighth Jianxian, who comprehended his own Jian Nian from it—and that made sense, given he was no ordinary person.

Yet how could this little monk before them also wield such immense power?

How many years had passed?

And now someone had developed a similar force?

“Who is he?”

Rong Da Hao felt a surge of investment interest.

Coming to the East Domain was definitely the right choice.

A small Bai Ku like this had already produced two hidden talents!

“What kind of power is this?”

Mo Mo, standing nearby, asked curiously for the first time.

She had been ignoring it all along.

But the gray mist entity had issued a warning, making her realize this power could potentially disrupt her seal forces.

Mo Mo was surprised.

This was the first time she’d heard of an ability from the gray mist that even it found alarming.

Rong Da Hao turned to glance at the woman.

He could dismiss others as ignorant and not bother explaining.

But for this woman’s question, he didn’t want to hide anything.

“Che Shen Nian.”

“Che Shen Nian… what is that?”

Mo Mo’s question drew everyone’s attention back.

Rong Da Hao hesitated briefly before explaining, “It’s a very special power that combines qi, intent, and spirit into a tangible form through Nian force.”

“How to put it…”

He tilted his head and gave a definitive answer: “At the same level, it’s unbeatable!”

Everyone was stunned by what they heard.

Unbeatable?

How could such a word exist on Sheng Shen Continent?

What power could outmatch Wangzuo Lingji or even transcend it?

“You’re really bold…”

Zhao Tai muttered under his breath.

In the distance, they saw Bu Le the little monk finish charging his energy, leap up, and slam another fist into the mist array.

Rumble!

The mist exploded, sending a terrifying shockwave in a circular blast that carved an oval into the ground.

The next second, the heaven-and-earth mist array was forcibly blasted open.

The gap was small.

But just big enough for the little monk’s petite frame to squeeze through.

Whoosh!

The little monk with the Buddhist saber on his back vanished inside.

“He… he got in?”

Even Rong Da Hao was dumbfounded.

He knew from elder tales how powerful Che Shen Nian was.

But was it exaggerated to punch through a heaven-and-earth array like this?

This was a heaven-and-earth array!

Not some human-made one.

Even a Tianji master might need immense effort for a slim chance of cracking it!

And this guy just brute-forced a hole through it?

“Incredible…”

Mo Mo whispered in awe.

It was her first time witnessing such power.

Though they hadn’t clashed, just from a glance, it seemed to surpass the strongest physical body she’d seen—Xu Xiaoshou!

“Mo Gongzhu, let’s hurry along and find the array entrance.”

Rong Da Hao was anxious. “Bai Ku is full of talents. If we don’t move fast, the treasures might be snatched up.”

Anyone who mastered Che Shen Nian must be from a major sect or power.

Such a person wouldn’t come to Bai Ku without a purpose.

And someone with a purpose coming to Lingrong Ze…

Their intent was obvious.

This little monk’s goal was the same as his own.

“San Ri Dong Jie!”

The group behind him grew eager too.

People are like that.

Something they might have feared becomes urgent once they see peers charging ahead. Even a second’s delay makes them panic, afraid of losing out by mere moments.

“Let’s go!”

“Hurry up!”

“Should we split into two groups and head in different directions? Whoever finds the array entrance first can signal the others?”

Someone suggested.

“That’s a good idea. We have the numbers, so our search will be fast.”

In the midst of the chaos, everyone started to stir.

“Mo Gongzhu?”

Rong Da Hao didn’t move.

He thought it was a solid plan, but he needed the woman beside him to agree.

For this Bai Ku trip, he wouldn’t easily leave Mo Mo’s side.

Even if he met someone more worth investing in, those major sect disciples couldn’t compare to this unassuming girl from humble origins who needed a patron.

“No need to search.”

Mo Mo held her bronze furnace and stepped forward, placing a hand on the mist array.

“What do you mean? Are you saying you can break this heaven-and-earth array with one punch like that little monk?”

Zhao Tai couldn’t help but laugh mockingly from the side.

He had followed Rong Da Hao into Bai Ku and vaguely knew about Hao Ge’s formidable background.

But he just couldn’t figure it out.

How had this aloof woman, who often ignored people when they spoke to her, caught Hao Ge’s eye?

In terms of strength, she didn’t seem superior to anyone here.

There were plenty of Zongshi-level experts, yet Hao Ge fawned over her like this…

It was baffling.

“Shut your mouth!”

Rong Da Hao snapped at him immediately.

He turned back to Mo Mo. “What do you mean, Mo Gongzhu…”

Mo Mo shook her head without responding.

She gathered her spiritual energy, and grayish-white mist billowed from her palm.

In an instant, the red mist seemed like a mouse seeing a cat under this gray mist—it wilted completely.

It shrank wildly!

Retreated frantically!

The once mystical red mist lost its color upon contact with Mo Mo’s gray mist, fading in mere seconds.

A moment later, a hole several people wide was melted open.

“This…”

Zhao Tai’s face paled in shock.

His tongue hung limp in his mouth, speechless.

What kind of power was this?

No punch needed.

Just a touch.

A release of gray mist.

And the heaven-and-earth array was neutralized?

“Feng Yin Zhi Li!”

Rong Da Hao screamed inwardly.

He had sensed Mo Mo was no ordinary person.

But this intuition was vague.

Rong Da Hao never imagined the one he wanted to invest in possessed the rare “Feng Yin Zhi Li,” unseen in centuries!

This was an attribute that could rival the strongest, like time or space systems.

In fact, in some ways, it might even surpass them slightly.

Mo Gongzhu…

Was she such a prodigy?

“I’ve hit the jackpot.”

“This investment is solid. I have to secure Mo Gongzhu!”

Rong Da Hao clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, but in his excitement, he felt no pain.

“Let’s go in.”

Mo Mo spoke calmly, not even glancing back at Zhao Tai, and stepped inside first.

Zhao Tai’s face flushed red.

This utter disregard felt more humiliating than if she had turned and mocked him.

But…

“What on earth is that power?”

Just a glance made him feel his qi sea go still.

Without it even touching him, he had the illusion of being powerless.

If they fought, how could he possibly win?

Zhao Tai didn’t dare cause trouble.

Under Rong Da Hao’s fierce glare, he quietly fell to the back of the group and entered Lingrong Ze.

“Oh, how annoying!”

“This spatial turbulence…”

A narrow void rift tore open above Bai Ku.

From it emerged a tall man in a red skirt.

He frowned at his beloved red skirt, now ripped with several gashes from the spatial turbulence.

“Exposing everything…”

“Hmph!”

The red-skirted man pouted, biting his leopard-print nails as he scanned around.

“I was planning to walk slowly with brother and just pick him up to leave, but the path was so short and fragile. Now I have to come in.”

“Coming in is one thing, but why did I have to separate from brother?”

“Hmm.”

“How frustrating…”

He lowered his gaze.

“Huh?”

Contrary to expectations, Bai Ku wasn’t deserted.

Instead, a small fire burned below, with the faint aroma of meat wafting from the grill.

Sitting nearby were three chatting men.

Looking at their robes…

Three Jie Hong Yi!

“Spatial fluctuation?”

The three below only noticed something off overhead after the storyteller appeared.

Looking up, they saw the man above hurriedly covering his skirt hem.

“You perv!”

“What are you looking at? I’m not wearing anything underneath!”

The three: “…”

This sudden coquettishness left the three Jie Hong Yi stunned.

After a full three breaths, they snapped out of it and saw the freshly sealed spatial rift.

They instantly realized.

“Damn, it’s a pervert smuggler!”

“Above Wangzuo level!”

“Take him down!”

With a boom, the spiritual meat on the fire rack was knocked off by the energy blast.

The three Jie Hong Yi soared up, targeting him directly.

The storyteller’s face turned icy.

“What… did you say?!”

“Pervert?”

His pupils trembled, as if he’d heard the most intolerable insult, making his body shake with rage.

“Jieyu, activate!”

Before they could react, a dark jieyu enveloped him.

The next second, the three Jie Hong Yi closed in, their spiritual energy surging as their fists flew.

“Da Yue Quan!”

“Cai Feng Bo!”

“Mie Que Sha Leng!”

Boom boom boom…

In the ancient scroll, the three Jie Hong Yi unleashed their spiritual energy on the central void point.

Various Tian Dao techniques and Wangzuo skills bombarded the area, shredding the surrounding void to pieces.

The storyteller watched in fury, finally slapping the ancient scroll shut.

“Perverts, you’re the perverts! Your whole family are perverts!”

“Hmph!”

He descended gracefully.

Landing by the fire rack, the sizzling sounds continued.

The golden, crispy roasted meat was ready.

The storyteller picked it up, heedless of the heat, and bit into it fiercely.

“Perverts!”

“I’ll eat your meat, you perverts!”

“Screw you perverts—beat me for three hundred years before coming out…”

“Pervert…”

He muttered despondently, then suddenly exploded in anger.

“Dammit dammit dammit!”

Boom boom boom!

With the final roars, the heavens shattered.

The ground cracked, debris flying everywhere.

The storyteller grew more furious thinking about it.

Unable to hold back, he flipped open the scroll, yanked one of the Jie Hong Yi from its space, and hurled him to the ground.

“Pervert!”

He stomped the Jie Hong Yi’s face repeatedly with his high-heeled shoe.

Thud thud thud!

Blood sprayed.

“I’ll make you a pervert!”

Thud thud thud!

Flesh scattered.

“I’ll make you call me a pervert!”

Thud thud thud…

The storyteller stopped, as the body beneath his foot was now a mangled mess.

Staring at it, he suddenly raised a hand in a delicate gesture, recoiling in shock and backing away with both hands clutched to his chest.

“Oh dear.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

After a long pause, he finally calmed his startled heart.

The storyteller slumped weakly by the fire, utterly dejected. His good mood from meeting his brother was completely ruined.

He tossed the body into the fire to get it out of sight.

“Where to go now?”

He pulled out the ancient scroll and turned to a fresh page.

Infusing it with spiritual energy, patterns emerged, forming a map with flickering light points.

“Dao Wen Chu Shi?”

The storyteller was startled, his eyes locking on a light point. “Well, Bai Ku does have some good stuff.”

“But brother and the old woodcutter went toward ‘You Si Jian,’ and the true body is setting up there. I’m just an unstable external avatar with a weak Dao foundation…”

“Fighting is fine, but facing something like ‘Dao Wen Chu Shi’ with its perfect Dao rhythm, forcing it might cause me to dissipate…”

The storyteller didn’t hesitate, shifting his gaze to the next light point.

“San Ri Dong Jie…”

“Cold flame, huh?”

Honestly, he wasn’t interested.

But suddenly, near that icy chill, he detected a vaguely domineering, scorching power.

His eyelids twitched, and his red lips parted in surprise.

“This is…”

“Old Er’s fire?”