Chapter 689: Chapter 668: Fabrication

Zhang Xinglie looked at him, he was the most impulsive among Yunhua’s classmates, always eager to express various opinions.

It was the first time he saw such calmness in his eyes.

“You’ve decided?”

“Decided.” Wang Zhenghua said.

Zhang Xinglie said, “I’ve heard some whispers, you’re not the first friend to say such things to me. I have friends far away in Rucheng who have said similar things.”

Wang Zhenghua remained silent.

“Has it really come to this?” Zhang Xinglie asked.

Wang Zhenghua slowly said, “The Ten Realms War is imminent, but the Demon Worship Sect is eroding human civilization. Without eradicating the Demon Worship Sect, humanity is sure to lose the Ten Realms War. Rather than waiting to fall into the Demon Purgatory and let Blue Star become the nineteenth layer, it’s better to do some things within our power beforehand.”

“You’re just an Innate Master, give you a few more years and you might become a Grandmaster, your value far exceeding now.” Zhang Xinglie said.

“There’s no time. They have left so many sickening sins for us, the future generations, weighing down so much that we can’t breathe. If we pass this onto the next generation, the next generation, will be doomed. Haven’t you noticed that the next generation is becoming fewer?”

Zhang Xinglie recalled a genuine population data report he had seen earlier, unable to refute.

“Who do you think killed those descendants that should have been born but were not? My brother was nearly killed, I don’t want his children to be murdered too.”

Zhang Xinglie’s heart trembled.

He and Liu Shanshan recently had no protection, intending to let things happen naturally.

“Let me think about it.” Zhang Xinglie said.

Wang Zhenghua said, “Although you’re injured, your strength remains intact, and with continued cultivation, given your talent, you can likely ascend to Martial Saint. By then, you can find rare treasures to restore your body. Your path is longer than ours.”

Zhang Xinglie smiled self-deprecatingly and said, “You all tend to flatter me to death. Look at Zhou Leng, then look at me, is my path really that long.”

Wang Zhenghua sighed softly, saying, “I went to the Ancient River Sect assembly. The last time I saw him, he was just an outstanding Innate Master, who would’ve thought in only two years, he’s now capable of leading world-class symposiums and mingling with Martial Saints.”

Zhang Xinglie smiled slightly, he didn’t go, but he felt very happy.

Wang Zhenghua said, “Do you know why Lv Yuanhao killed that enemy? He originally only wanted to force the opponent to admit guilt, not intending to kill.”

“Why?”

“Because he found that his enemy’s daughter was harming Zhou Leng, harming what he believed to be the hope of humanity. He said, the sinful bloodline shouldn’t continue, else they would stifle one Zhou Leng after another until burying all human future.”

Zhang Xinglie squinted his eyes, slowly saying, “Indeed, they can even harm Zhou Leng, there’s nothing they won’t do.”

“I need to leave first, to continue preparations. Let me know if you want to help.” Wang Zhenghua left briskly.

“Are you going… to that place?”

Wang Zhenghua didn’t speak.

Old Capital Demon City, mining field.

After work, Hu Yi ate and drank with colleagues he was familiar with.

Since tomorrow was a day off, they drank a bit more.

The deputy captain called Hu Yi aside, and they chatted while drinking.

While chatting, the deputy captain complained, “Damn it, the commission of the mining field increased again, next month, our take-home salary will decrease. They already have so much money that they can’t spend it all, why must they snatch even the crumbs from us.”

“Ah? Welfare cut?” Hu Yi asked.

“It’s going down.”

“I’ve heard our company’s big boss behind the scenes is the Zhao Family?”

“That’s no secret. Back when Zhao He was alive, he even visited here, and I participated in the reception.”

“Zhao He, it’s a good thing that bastard died.” As soon as Hu Yi heard Zhao He’s name, fresh and old grievances surfaced, “Damn it, and I was waiting to get paid next month, take a little vacation to have some fun, now, it’s all ruined.”

The refined high-school student had been weathered by the mining field’s harshness, some parts softened, others sharpened.

The deputy captain laughed, “I’ve heard quite a few mining friends say, when pushed to desperation, everyone will join forces to drive large trucks and crash through. Some even circulated photos of Zhao Palace, those stone pillars can stop ordinary cars, but can’t stop large mining trucks.”

Hu Yi laughed heartily, “I’ve thought about that too! If someone does it, count me in! Count me in!”

“You’re still young, why so impulsive?”

“Heh, the Zhao Family has driven my family to ruin, if I can’t even take this revenge, am I still human? Haven’t you seen the recent news online? More evidence of Zhao Family’s collusion with the Demon Worship Sect, that Gao Tianfeng, heh, and Zhou Leng publicly dissecting the video…”

“Later, someone found out, Gao Tianfeng secretly harmed many people in their hometown, made many Magic Potions, evidence was clear, though they wiped it cleanly, there are ways to see it…”

“My mom, my sister, my dad, were mysteriously taken by the Demon Worship Sect, all when Zhao Family members were in Rucheng, who else if not the Zhao Family? Damn it, shit them…”

Hu Yi cursed and cursed, his eyes turning red.

“These things, I had originally accepted. But those damn dogs keep harming Zhou Leng! I can be a coward, I can be exploited like a dog, is accepting it not enough? But Zhou Leng is such a genius, clearly the hope of humanity, yet how does the Zhao Family treat him? They seize his mines at whim, kill his friend Xue Chengsong’s family without a second thought, sixteen factions teamed up to kill Zhou Leng…”

“I can’t stand it! I’ve got nothing left in this life, the Zhao Family can’t extinguish the last bit of hope I have pinned on Zhou Leng! No, I’m going to drive a car and crash into the Zhao Palace! I am not afraid!”

Hu Yi finished speaking, wiped his tears, and drunkenly got up, staggering towards the mining truck.

“Don’t…” The deputy captain persuaded and stopped Hu Yi, bringing him back to the dorm.

Hu Yi lay on the bed, muttering softly.

“Count me in, I’m not brave alone, but with more people, I won’t back down, just do it…”

On the demonized plane flying to Rucheng.

Zhou Leng chatted with Wang Boxiong.

Halfway through the conversation, Zhou Leng blinked, released his power, and isolated the sound within three meters around him.

Wang Boxiong turned his head to look at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng said, “Brother Xiong, I want to ask, what level is the strength of a Grandmaster in some old Martial Clans without a Martial Saint? Like between you and Zhao Tianji, who is stronger?”

Wang Boxiong gave Zhou Leng a deep look and said, “Zhao Tianji excels in profound power and rich experience. I excel in youth and strength, with a more refined new martial arts. Especially after switching to Ancient River Sect Technique, facing him, it’s fifty-fifty in practice, seventy-thirty in life and death battle. I take seventy.”

“No wonder you’re Wang Boxiong, with such momentum, even ordinary Grandmasters can’t compare. So, is there anyone in the Zhao Family stronger than Zhao Tianji?” Zhou Leng seemed to ask casually.

Wang Boxiong pondered for a moment and said, “Zhao Cong, far surpasses Zhao Tianji.”

“Hmm? Zhao Cong is a few years older than you, twenty years younger than Zhao Tianji, so strong?”

Wang Boxiong hesitated for a moment and said, “Zhao Cong’s martial arts resources are a hundred times that of Zhao Tianji. Zhao Tianji is simply an ordinary peak Grandmaster, but Zhao Cong is a true Grandmaster King. He has strong external resources assisting him, among Martial Clans, he’s top-notch.”

“Compared to you?” Zhou Leng asked.

“Under normal circumstances, it’s fifty-fifty, but no one knows what treasure he has, a half-divine artifact. It’s said he possesses a complete Demon Headless God, the total power he can mobilize is above mine.”

“Oh? Is Zhao Cong the strongest of this generation in the Martial Clan?”

“Probably… No, Li Shenkong with the Star Sky Divine Sword would likely be stronger, especially now that Li Shenkong has already advanced to Grandmaster.”

“I see, and… what about Zhao Hao’s strength?”

Wang Boxiong stared ahead and slowly said, “Not becoming a Martial Saint, hard to rival Zhao Hao.”

“Why?”

“The resources Zhao Hao obtained are even above Zhao Cong, I heard, his Headless God is very strong, far stronger than any Headless God you’ve seen.”

“Can it be stronger than the Divine Death Beast with Divine Spirit bloodline?”

“Hmm.”

Wang Boxiong softly hummed, as if answering, yet not really answering.

Zhou Leng squinted his eyes, lost in thought.

After a while, Wang Boxiong said, “Teacher… has discussed the Martial Saint Battle Path with you, right?”

“Discussed it, Brother Ten Realms said, I should first walk a twenty-thousand-mile-long road, then head to the peninsula, finally go to West Sea Demon City into Ten Thousand Core Land, experience the final spiritual cleansing, afterward, through a big battle, advance to Martial Saint. He said, every Martial Saint is advanced on the battlefield. Each one is.”

Wang Boxiong raised an eyebrow and slowly said, “I talked in detail with the teacher, the two of us, have mapped out the best route for you. First, you go to the Mother Tree for cultivation to gain its power. Then dispatch to Elephant Country…”

“Once you’ve personally experienced all the Elephant Country has to offer, see what a pure Martial Clan controlled country is like. When you’ve gained insight, remove the Demon Brain, completely sever ties with the outside world, enter a completely independent spiritual world, first comprehend under the Bodhi Tree, then walk the twenty-thousand-mile-long road, go to Shangganling, advance to Ten Thousand Core Land…”

“When you emerge from Ten Thousand Core Land, endure the Third Layer Spiritual Cleansing, don’t use the Demon Brain, don’t contact anyone, maintain an independent world, then, either slay demons or exterminate devils, have a grand battle, afterward, rise to sainthood…”

Wang Boxiong turned to look at Zhou Leng and said, “This process is crucial, this is the perfect route we’ve deduced after careful consideration. Especially the Demon Brain, you must remove it, for any external information interference could hinder your rise to sainthood. We’ve seen too many Grandmasters fail due to external interference.”

Zhou Leng nodded and said, “I understand that principle, when I enter under the Bodhi Tree, I will completely put away the Demon Brain, won’t use it until the cultivation ends.”

“Excellent! We all look forward to the day you rise to sainthood.” Wang Boxiong smiled at Zhou Leng.

“What about you, when will you rise to sainthood?” Zhou Leng asked.

Wang Boxiong chuckled and slowly said, “I want to pave a long road for our future generations, to better ascend to sainthood. By the way, do you have any spare Grandmaster level pills, give me some, you’re quite the rich one now.”

Zhou Leng handed over a whole Magic Spirit Bag.

Wang Boxiong opened it and said, “Kid, you’re a bit too wealthy.”

“Want me to make up an award to present to you?” Zhou Leng asked.

Wang Boxiong smiled slightly, gripping the pill-filled Magic Spirit Bag tightly.

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