Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Before, Li Yao had only been interested in Xiahou Wuxin’s secret warehouse.

But right now, he suddenly felt that Xiahou Wuxin was also a partner that he could temporarily work with, just like the Fist King.

Although Xiahou Wuxin’s combat ability was not as good as the Fist King’s, his understanding of Manjusaka was much better than most of the sinners in the Land of Sins.

Leaving Xiahou Wuxin aside, Li Yao was very interested in saving Xin Xiaoqi’s life and telling her that there was still hope for revenge!

However, could he jump walk out and introduce himself?

Xiahou Wuxin fought the Fist King hard only half a day ago. His entire chest had collapsed deeply, and ninety percent of his life was gone now.

Besides, the Battle of Liberty City had been raised by ‘Fist King’ Lei Zonglie.

Li Yao did not feel that Xiahou Wuxin could cooperate with the Fist King without any grudges, at least not right now. There were too many things that needed explaining.

Besides, Xiahou Wuxin was quite right. As the leader of Liberty City, he must be an important target on the Immortal Cultivators’ radar. If Li Yao showed up before Xiahou Wuxin with the Fist King, Han Te, and Liu Li and teamed up with him, he would be much more eye-catching and would be noticed by the Immortal Cultivators.

Pondering for a moment, Li Yao decided to follow Xiahou Wuxin and Xin Xiaoqi not far away from him and protect them in secret until he figured out the whereabouts of the Immortal Cultivators.

When a mantis was hunting a cicada, a sparrow was waiting to take them both. Right now, Xiahou Wuxin and Xin Xiaoqi were the cicada, the Immortal Cultivators were the mantis, and Li Yao and the Fist King were the sparrow!

“They are going to a secret warehouse that Xiahou Wuxin has built over decades. There should be things we need inside.” Li Yao transmitted complicated waves to the Fist King. “But Xiahou Wuxin is one of the Immortal Cultivators’ must-kill targets now. Until we learn more secrets of the City in the Sky, we cannot allow the Immortal Cultivators to kill him or find his secret warehouse.”

“They want to shut his mouth forever?” the Fist King said in a low voice. “No wonder I felt that he was sloppy, unconcentrated, and lethargic when I fought him. He was not determined to win at all. It seems that he already knew his destiny as a dog and a chess piece.”

While the two of them were communicating, Xiahou Wuxin and Xin Xiaoqi had already stuffed almost twenty pieces of magical equipment into their cloaks. After tightening the cloaks, they opened the door and walked out.

Xiahou Wuxin whispered a few words to Xin Xiaoqi, and Xin Xiaoqi nodded. The two of them seemed to go separate ways from two sides of the garbage dump, but after zigzagging for a while, they were moving in the same direction, except that they were three hundred meters away from each other.

Li Yao kept Neltharion in the stealth state and followed Xiahou Wuxin.

Right now, Xiahou Wuxin’s senses had plummeted because of his heavy wounds. Also, after Li Yao advanced into the Divinity Transformation Stage, his cover on Neltharion had improved, and he was not scared that the target might notice him.

As for Xin Xiaoqi’s side, she was not too far away from Xiahou Wuxin, and Li Yao had planted a tracker on her. So, her coordinates could not be lost.

The master and the disciple whose relationship was rather special climbed and crawled through the seething city ruins.

At this moment, the fire of war had spread to every corner of Liberty City.

Among the broken walls and the dilapidated buildings, panicked, screaming people were everywhere.

Some were running, some were stealing, and some were looting. A lot of gangs had even gone to capture the bottom-level citizens as temporary cannon fodder and human shields in order to attack the heavily guarded warehouses.

It was a living hell, where humans were no longer humans but hideous zombies and wriggling blocks of meat that spat out black mucus.

In the middle of the crowd, Xin Xiaoqi and Xiahou Wuxin moved toward the outside of the city quietly.

Li Yao, the Fist King, and the two little fellows snuck right below their feet, ready to break out of the soil and join the battle at any moment.

The sky was occupied by lead clouds, with bloody light appearing and disappearing. There was no telling how many pairs of eyes were staring at the city of slaughter.

A riot suddenly broke out before them. A group of gangsters who had covered their faces in blood were capturing slaves as cannon fodder.

They blew up the skyscrapers on the two sides of the street with crystal bombs and blocked the streets with heavy crystal tanks. Spinning the turrets, they aimed at the refugees on the street.

Desperate cries and screams were immediately echoing on the street.

Xiahou Wuxin tightened his cloak and tried to find a path of escape, but he found nothing and wandered in the crowd for a long time. The intense stink of blood from his body and his endless coughs, however, attracted the bandits’ attention. They all looked at him warily. One of the bandits even curled his finger at him and shouted, “Come here!”

“They are the gangsters who are here with me, not Xiahou Wuxin’s guys,” the Fist King said.

Li Yao sighed. “Even if they were Xiahou Wuxin’s guys, it would not help. Seeing his appearance that’s no different than a sick cat, even his most loyal subordinate would not hesitate to take him down.”

Watching as Xiahou Wuxin lowered his head and walked over in a seemingly dutiful way with his back hunched, he knew that it would not end well.

As it turned out, when the bandit raised his cloak casually with a saber, revealing the myriad of storm bolters, chainswords, and crystal bombs below it, Xiahou Wuxin went on a rampage and attacked as fast as lightning!

A moment ago, he had still been a dying old dog.

But in the blink of an eye, he had turned into the most ravenous wolf that was bold enough to bite a piece of flesh off from a god.

Before the bandit who raised his cloak withdrew the saber, his arm was already chopped off from the shoulder. Then, a storm bolter was stabbed into his mouth brutally, blowing up not only his head but also the head of the unlucky bandit who was standing right behind him.

Exclamations and screams echoed in the crowd. The heavy crystal tanks spun their turrets quickly, trying to lock onto Xiahou Wuxin’s location, but Xiahou Wuxin was like a weightless leaf as he darted beneath the crystal tanks and crawled out from behind 0.1 seconds later.

Boom!

Enormous fireballs burst out from the bottom of the crystal tanks, pushing them into the sky and turning them into brilliant fireworks.

When the eyes of all the bandits were focused on the iron flowers, Xiahou Wuxin’s eyes were focused on their throats.

In half a minute, springs of blood appeared on the burning street one after another.

Simulating Lei Zonglie’s tone, the Fist King said, “This should be the real performance of the leader of Liberty City! He is only qualified to be my first target with such a performance!”

Xiahou Wuxin finished the many bandits quickly and reversed the cloak while the crowd was in a mess. Then, he accelerated and moved out.

During the whole process, Xin Xiaoqi had been lurking in another block not far away from him, ready to reinforce him at any moment. It was not until he broke out of the siege safe and sound that she finally took a breath in relief.

Her subtle movement and expression were scanned clearly by Neltharion.

What was scanned clearly at the same time were the unusually dangerous ripples in the air.

“Cr*p.” Li Yao hinted at the Fist King, Han Te, and Liu Li. “Be careful. Some experts are coming!”

Xiahou Wuxin suddenly stopped and extended his nose to sniff. He had obviously sensed the unusual scent in the air.

Ripples spread out to him from various directions and surrounded him like gray shadows.

The simmering street around went quiet at some point. It was creepily silent in the middle of the heated, frantic battlefield.

Li Yao saw Xiahou Wuxin hesitate, obviously considering what he should do.

Suddenly, he clenched his fists and bellowed. Taking off the cloak on his body, he crossed his arms and drew two chainswords. He accelerated to a whole new level while he charged to the southwest like a burning cannonball.

Tremendous ripples of gray shadows immediately began to move fast, dragging fuzzy, blurred shadows behind them.

Xin Xiaoqi immediately sensed her master’s magnificent aura that was dozens of times stronger than before to the northeast.

Li Yao saw that the cat-like woman crouched at the corner of the wall and pondered in a daze exactly like her master.

Then, the cat turned into a tiger. She charged in Xiahou Wuxin’s direction without considering anything else.

The weird master and disciple both fell into the eyesight of the ripples of the gray shadows.

“Idiot!” Xiahou Wuxin let out a desperate scream.

“Master, we will fight out of here together!” Xin Xiaoqi laughed aloud in tears, waving her daggers as if they were two starship-slashing sabers.

“Hehehe. How interesting.”

Vague chuckles echoed from the fuzzy shadows around.

The ripples began to condense, and the gray shadows abandoned their camouflage, turning into their battle form. Fifteen gray crystal suits with streamlined designs surrounded the two of them in a seemingly sparse way but blocking all possible escape routes.

The Exo in the lead pressed the helmet and took off the facial cover.

However, the cold and lifeless face hidden inside the crystal suit was actually no different from the metal cover.

It was a man whose age was ambiguous and could be anywhere between thirty and a hundred and thirty. He seemed to be wearing ten skin masks on his face. Although he was smiling in the most brilliant way, one could not help but feel a chill as if they had been frozen from the skull to the spine.

“Leader Xiahou, what has happened to make you so panicked?” the man said with a smile courteously. “The supervisors are very satisfied with the Battle of Liberty City. You have made the greatest contribution once again. Together with all your hard work in the past decades, it is enough for you to earn a precious place in Manjusaka. I was about to inform you of the great news when I discovered that you’d left without a goodbye. I don’t think that was very appropriate, was it?”

Xiahou Wuxin was silent. He looked at Xin Xiaoqi in desperation.

“Hehe…” The man whose age nobody could tell chuckled again. “You can stop complaining that your disciple came to your rescue in her recklessness. The supervisors know your relationship very well. The tricks that you are playing right now cannot fool anyone, either. Even if Miss Xin had not volunteered to come, I would also have sent someone to invite her over so that the two of you can enjoy a happy life in Manjusaka together as master and disciple. Won’t that be great?”