NOVPUB"Haha! Xumi, you are nothing more than this!"
A proud and defiant voice came from within the crack.
"Has our ancestor started fighting?!"
Wang Yi’an exclaimed in surprise.
Wang Ba’s expression darkened, and then he turned to the two men, saying solemnly,
"Brother Qin, Yi An, you must leave at once."
"Dad, you..."
Wang Yi’an wanted to say more.
But Wang Ba just gently patted his shoulder,
"Don’t make me worry."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over the silent, hemp-faced old man beside them.
Wang Yi’an was slightly startled.
He inexplicably detected the gravity in Wang Ba’s tone.
Wang Ba did not wait for Wang Yi’an and Qin Lingxiao to respond.
He called out with a lowered head,
"Stop playing around, let’s go!"
Below them,
the Demon Ape, upon hearing Wang Ba’s voice, suddenly had a flash of ferocity in its eyes!
Then, its six arms fiercely grasped the now barren sea anemone and tore it apart in six directions with all its might!
The sea anemone was instantly torn to shreds!
The worms stiffened straight, then fell powerlessly and immediately turned into streaks of rotten water traces.
A dark cloud immediately formed in the sky!
Blood rained down like a deluge!
Wang Yi’an watched this scene in shock.
Qin Lingxiao also watched the Demon Ape with a grave expression,
"It’s that ape... much more formidable than before!"
"It’s probably slightly stronger than the average Nascent Soul middle-stage!"
Having torn the sea anemone to pieces, the Demon Ape grabbed it with its six arms, leapt lightly, and jumped into midair.
Wang Ba raised his hand, and the remains of the sea anemone were collected by him.
And the Demon Ape’s three heads and six arms also quickly retracted, revealing its true form, the Wu Monkey King.
It landed on Wang Ba’s shoulder.
Then a golden Flying Shuttle also came out from Wang Ba’s sleeve and quickly carried Wang Ba towards the boundary between the sea and the land.
Qin Lingxiao and Wang Yi’an both could not help but look in the direction of Wang Ba.
There, the dark sea water collided with the azure waves, with countless Three Continents’ Cultivators swarming in.
The Da Jin Monks, fewer in number but with a more robust aura, faintly formed a Great Formation, like an insurmountable wall, blocking out the dark sea water as well as the Demonic Beasts and the Three Continents’ Cultivators inside.
Shen Ying, who guarded the southern part of the West Sea Country and wore a wide robe, stood above the azure waves with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep, completely fearless.
In front of him, five figures, either monks or barbarians, stared at him with grave faces, their eyes even carrying a subtle hint of fear.
Within the dark waters, the Abyssal Dragon Whale flapped its fins, stirring up huge waves.
Each wave made the ’wall’ formed by the Da Jin Monks shake.
Any Golden Core Cultivator who missed a dodge was instantly turned into a sieve by the waves!
Both body and spirit destroyed!
This forced the surrounding Cultivators to dodge their best while dealing with the assault of the Three Continents’ Cultivators.
Even the Nascent Soul late-stage Cultivators avoided them with serious expressions.
The Three Continents’ Cultivators also rode the waves and attacked, surrounding and dividing the scattered formations of the Da Jin Monks.
Soon, the range of the battlefield quickly spread in all directions.
The Da Jin Monks had no choice but to fight individually, dealing with the combined attacks of the Three Continents’ Cultivators, the overwhelming might of the Dragon Whale, and various Ferocious Beasts lurking in the sea.
Wang Ba hurriedly arrived on the Flying Shuttle.
His gaze swept over quickly.
Without any hesitation, a top grade, Class III Blade Weapon appeared in his hand.
On his body, a set of Mysterious Dragon Soldiers, dark as dragons, coiled around him.
A surge of Mana was poured into them.
Immediately, his aura rapidly soared.
Golden Core late-stage, Complete Golden Pill... Nascent Soul middle-stage!!
On the Blade Weapon, a colorless Sword light instantly formed.
And within the Sword light, there seemed to be a rotation of five colors, and as if there was lightning flickering and Wind whirling.
With a sharp, piercing wail,
the Blade Weapon was slightly raised, then a Sword light over one thousand five hundred zhang long explosively shot out from within, aimed at a Fourth-stage Ferocious Beast in the midst of a fierce battle with the Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Great Jin.
With a swish!
The fish-bodied, dog-headed monster was instantly bisected.
Along the way, all Three Continents’ Cultivators and Ferocious Beasts that stood in front were either injured by a mere graze or died upon contact.
The place where the Sword light fell was instantly silent!
After a brief moment of silence,
two dark clouds quickly gathered in the sky above.
Blood rain intertwined like weaving!
On the outermost perimeter of the battlefield, an old man with a pockmarked face had his eyes wide open in shock.
Wang Yi’an was also staring blankly.
He felt as if everything that had happened today was like a dream, constantly shattering all his past perceptions of his father.
"That slash earlier, it really was Dad’s handiwork!"
"But... a fourth-stage ferocious beast and a Nascent Soul Cultivator from Tupi Continent died at Dad’s hands?!"
"Is he really my dad?!"
"Wasn’t he only at the Golden Core stage? Clearly, he, he even raised chickens!"
He still found it somewhat unbelievable.
In his memory, aside from seclusion, his father was always cooped up at Myriad Laws Peak, raising chickens, turtles, and all kinds of Spirit Beasts.
Or turning the chickens into spirit food.
The people around him always said his father’s position in the sect was very high.
They said he was the Right Enforcer of Diwu Hall, and sometimes they also called him the Chief Division Master.
It sounded quite impressive.
But in his few impressions from childhood to adulthood, his father always seemed to be doing these insignificant and trivial chores.
Far from his master’s ethereal and peerless demeanor, as if he were an immortal banished from the heavens.
Sometimes he even felt that although his mother was very fierce, his father really didn’t seem good enough for her.
Yet what he was seeing now seemed to be telling him.
This father, whom he had never held in particularly high regard, was far from the simple and ordinary man he had imagined.
He couldn’t help but quietly glance at Qin Lingxiao.
But he saw her gaze fixed intently on the distant figure of her father, completely absorbed.
That look was just like how his mother would look at his father.
At this moment, Wang Yi’an’s scalp tingled!
His entire head was buzzing!
He finally confirmed the suspicions in his heart; the shock was simply indescribable.
"My heavens!"
"My dad, he’s actually that man who abandoned Elder Qin!"
"He actually... My heavens!"
"What is Elder Qin thinking... No, how did my dad do it?!"
"Wait a minute! I just told Dad that I would go and teach a lesson to the man who abandoned Elder Qin..."
Wang Yi’an’s complexion turned instantly pale.
But soon another thought couldn’t help but rise in his heart:
"What should I call Elder Qin? Aunt? Second Mom? My mother must be the official wife, but Elder Qin is so beautiful, it would be a shame for her to be a concubine."
For a moment, he even had an impulse to go back and persuade his mother to give up her position as the official wife.
Fortunately, he eventually remembered that he was indeed his mother’s biological son.
A hint of regret crossed his mind.
"If dad really got together with Elder Qin, then he would be doing an injustice to everything my mother has done for him... he’s still somewhat of a man."
"What a pity."
Wang Yi’an secretly sighed in his heart.
Qin Lingxiao, on the other hand, was completely indifferent to Wang Yi’an’s thoughts.
Her eyes stayed fixed on that familiar figure in the distance, and when she saw him decapitate a fourth-stage Demonic Beast and a Nascent Soul Cultivator with a single strike, she seemed unsurprised.
Yet there was a hint of bitterness in the depths of her eyes:
"I’ve spent so long in this life-and-death cultivation, using up who knows how much of my family’s resources... and yet I still can’t compare to him?"
"Great-grandfather said I’m a rare genius in our Qin Family, once in hundreds or even a thousand years, so what is he?"
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
But soon, noticing the rapid expansion of the battlefield, Qin Lingxiao’s expression became more solemn.
A Nascent Soul Cultivator who seemed to be from the Qin Family sensed her presence and hurriedly called out:
"Commandery Princess, leave this place quickly!"
The battlefield was mostly filled with Golden Core Craftsmen, but Qin Lingxiao was a direct descendant of the Qin Family, and a hopeful for Immortal Ascension, so naturally, she couldn’t be allowed to partake in such chaotic combat.
Qin Lingxiao glanced at Wang Ba, hesitated for a moment, and finally waved her sleeve, and the white dragon swiftly swam forward.
"Get on!"
Qin Lingxiao landed on it and shouted in a low voice.
Wang Yi’an did not dare to delay, hurriedly pulling the pockmarked old man up with him.
The white dragon then quickly flew towards the periphery of the battlefield.
Seeing Qin Lingxiao’s gaze still fixed in the direction of his father, reluctant to move away.
Wang Yi’an looked conflicted as if there was an incredibly important question suppressed in his heart.
In the end, he could not hold back and asked in a quiet voice:
"Elder Qin, may I ask you a question?"
Qin Lingxiao was brought back to her senses by Wang Yi’an’s interruption, and a flicker of panic that was hard to detect passed through her eyes. 𝖓𝔬𝖛𝔭𝔲𝖇.𝔠𝔬𝖒
But she quickly regained her composure, her tone deliberately indifferent as she asked:
"What is it?"
Wang Yi’an’s eyes held an uncoverable curiosity:
"That... Do I have a younger brother or sister?"
Qin Lingxiao was initially taken aback, then suddenly came to a realization, her face involuntarily stiffened.
