Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!
Chapter 49 The woman came again

Chapter 49: Chapter 49 The woman came again

The black Sword Qi suddenly burst forth, sweeping over like a cold wind. Not only that, but the specters all around seemed to come to life, beginning to gather in this direction.

A Talent Ability?

Chen Pingping looked on with keen interest. "Are you of a royal bloodline?"

Mo Rufeng replied indifferently, "Upper-class Wastelander."

"Why do you have a Talent Ability?" He was very composed.

Nearby, the Eight Treasures Chicken exclaimed in surprise, "Big Brother, this is a Demonic Cultivation Secret Skill! He’s gathering the power of specters to release Sword Qi."

So that’s how it is!

Chen Pingping had a look of epiphany. He pointed out again, and his profound Sword Dao pierced through directly, shattering the opponent’s black Sword Qi.

The Wastelanders behind him gaped in astonishment.

Even Mo Rufeng felt somewhat dazed, his head buzzing.

Another finger attack.

Damn it... My composure is shot!

Wasn’t it said that the Human Clan is weak? What’s the deal with this guy in front of me?

He sensed a terrifying fluctuation, though he wasn’t certain of its nature, but he decided not to linger.

"Let’s go!" Mo Rufeng turned and quickly vanished into the darkness.

Several Wastelanders quickly followed suit.

Just as Chen Pingping was about to act to detain them, he looked up, but their figures were nowhere to be seen.

Slightly regretful.

The Wastelanders in the Wasteland, although they shared the form of the Human Clan, had different physiques, influenced by the hierarchy of their bloodlines.

This reminded him of something his master, Wen Yuqing, had once said: a prison incarcerates a fearsome race, and within this race, there would be their "king."

He found it baffling when he first heard it. But thinking back on it now, if he wasn’t mistaken, Wen Yuqing must have been referring to the Wasteland, right? Did she enter the Wasteland to find that so-called "king"?

BOOM!

A resounding clap of thunder brought him out of his reverie.

With Mo Rufeng no longer in control, the Array was directly broken by Guang Xiaoyu. She gritted her teeth and swept her gaze around, searching for those scoundrels.

Huh?

Suddenly catching sight of her Senior Brother, she thought she was seeing things. Rubbing her eyes, she finally confirmed it.

Guang Xiaoyu beamed with delight. "Senior Brother, how come you’re here?"

"Oh... I was just walking along up there, then I encountered a fierce beast and accidentally fell down here," Chen Pingping said.

Guang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes, grinning. "Senior Brother, you must have been worried about my safety, so after I came down, you sneakily followed me, right?"

Of course! Senior Brother still loves me.

The Demon Emperor thought gleefully to herself. As for that Divine Body, hmph... just an empty vessel, pretty but useless.

"You..." Eight Treasures Chicken glared at Guang Xiaoyu, but just as he uttered a single word, Chen Pingping cut him off. With a smile, Chen Pingping said, "Did you find your Great Opportunity yet?"

"Ah!" Guang Xiaoyu ground her teeth in frustration. "Not yet! The abyss below is vast. Hehe... Senior Brother, want to join me? I can even teach you cultivation, you know?"

The cultivation she referred to was, of course, Demon cultivation.

Demon Cultivation Skills were quick, precise, and merciless, with powerful bursts, capable of granting the strength to slay enemies above one’s level in mere minutes.

Isn’t it wonderful!

Chen Pingping smiled. "No need."

"Senior Brother, tell me the truth, are you hiding your true strength?" She kept her gaze locked on Chen Pingping.

"Not at all!"

Guang Xiaoyu fell silent. I’d sooner trust a rock.

Guang Xiaoyu’s mouth twitched, and she didn’t press further. Instead, she focused her gaze in another direction, her eyes darting around, her thoughts unreadable.

After a long while...

She strode forward. "Senior Brother, I’m going to look for the Great Opportunity first."

Chen Pingping nodded. "Okay!"

Only after she had gone some distance did Guang Xiaoyu realize something was amiss—the First Demon God had actually emerged, floating behind her, shrouded in Demonic Qi.

Damn it.

Guang Xiaoyu’s face paled drastically. Did Senior Brother see everything?

Nearby, the Eight Treasures Chicken spoke again, "A Demon God! Is she... a Demon cultivator? And she cultivates a Demon God? Oh my heavens!"

Even the Earth Chicken beside them couldn’t remain calm.

That was definitely an Original Cultivation Technique; otherwise, it would have been impossible to cultivate a Primitive Demon God.

This girl... is freaking badass...

Eight Treasures Chicken’s eyes bulged. "It’s said that there’s a profound connection between the Wilderness tribe in the Wasteland and the Primitive Demon God! If they find out she possesses an Original Cultivation Technique and has cultivated a Demon God, she’ll surely become the target of slaughter across the entire Wasteland."

Chen Pingping remained silent.

After a long pause, he subconsciously looked in a certain direction, where a pair of strange, demonic eyes were precisely focused on this spot.

It’s not a specter! It must be a powerful Wastelander.

Chen Pingping wasn’t sure how long the other party had been there. If they had arrived much earlier, then... it was very possible they had seen the Demon God on Guang Xiaoyu.

With this thought, he leaped forward and rushed over.

The person seemed to sense that he wasn’t to be trifled with. They didn’t confront him but turned to flee, vanishing into the darkness in no time.

But what he didn’t know was that ever since the Demon God had emerged from Guang Xiaoyu’s body, the powerful members of the Wilderness tribe had become aware of it, and the Demon God bodies within the tribe were reacting intensely.

「At this time, in a palace wreathed by mountains.」

A group of powerful members of the Wilderness tribe was seated there. They were different from ordinary Wastelanders; they were the rulers of the Wasteland, belonging to the Ancient Races, their Bloodline Power near perfection.

At the head sat a man in a black robe, enshrouded in a black mist that rendered his true appearance invisible.

He was the Master of the Wilderness—as the name implied, the Clan Leader of the Ancient Races, the king of all Wastelanders.

Standing below was a young man. His skin color differed from ordinary Wastelanders; it was completely snow-white and dewy. With handsome and flawless features, he didn’t resemble a Wastelander at all but rather an exiled immortal from the Nine Heavens.

Dressed in white robes, he was pure and untainted.

His name was Shang.

He was the one in the entire Wasteland whose bloodline was closest to perfection. If nothing unexpected occurred, he would become the next Master of the Wilderness.

But before inheriting the position of Master of the Wilderness, he had to merge with all the bodies of the Primitive Demon God. This was to gain the power of the Primitive Demon God and become the strongest Master of the Wilderness in history.

His mission was to lead all the Wilderness tribe to break the seal and advance upon the Heaven Martial Continent.

It was a grand plan.

Shang had been in seclusion for a long time because, without a cultivation realm to match his bloodline, he would be unable to merge with the bodies of the Primitive Demon God.

Thus, he had been waiting.

He had just emerged from seclusion a few months ago, preparing to merge with the bodies of the Primitive Demon God, when suddenly, news arrived: cultivators from the Human Clan had intruded.

Among these human cultivators was one who practiced Demon cultivation, a method related to the Primitive Demon God. Furthermore, a Primitive Demon God was actually condensed within her Divine Sense.

This was not good news for Shang, nor for the entire Wasteland.

The appearance of a Human Clan Demon cultivator meant... Shang had a competitor, and she might very well disrupt the long-standing plans of the Wilderness tribe.

After enduring humiliation for so long, the Wilderness tribe finally had Shang. He was capable of merging with the body of the Primitive Demon God and leading them to break the seal, fighting their way to the Heaven Martial Continent.

How could they allow anyone to disrupt this at such a crucial moment?

"Terrible news, Lord Master of the Wilderness!" A Wastelander rushed in frantically, gasping for breath. "She... she... that woman is here again!"

At these words, everyone’s expression froze.