Chapter 265: Tanking Salted Fish, Cleaning Curse (5k)

Ten years, and already there are powerhouses who can take him out so cleanly he can’t even feel pain—this world really is terrifying.

No wonder those profoundly terrifying bigshots all want to come here to suffer tribulations, to experience pain.

With that thought, Gauss Weil just flopped onto the sofa, radiating a dead-fish, total couch-potato vibe.

Wen Yan was helpless. Whatever, just let it be—who cares anymore.

Either way, Gauss Weil really isn’t doing anything now. Screw ambition. If he wants to rot, then let him rot—a kind of relief, actually.

As long as he doesn’t start slacking off at my place, anything goes.

Wen Yan pulled out his phone for a look. On the delivery app, every single local shop was shut—couldn’t even order takeout if he wanted to.

He considered gritting his teeth and splurging to order delivery from several dozen kilometers away, but odds are the delivery guy wouldn’t even make it into Virtue City.

The aftermath will take at least another two or three days. Gotta just tough it out.

Anyway, Cai Heizi would definitely never agree to let him bring Gauss Weil to Yu State, and no way would he trust Gauss Weil to just wander off on his own.

Life’s just going to have to keep grinding on.

In the Scorching Sun Department’s interrogation room, Liu Qiying signed her name. How the trial would proceed still had to follow protocol.

Her personal wishes didn’t matter much anymore; with the damage done, it was impossible to shift the blame away.

Yet her expression was calm. After signing, she looked at Cai Qidong.

"Before I die, can I see Wen Yan one more time?"

"You can." Cai Qidong didn’t hesitate, just nodded.

He actually understood very well—in the rush, evacuating a million people at once, a huge event, and not a single death in the end—that was already a miracle.

On top of that, Liu Qiying had been running Changfeng Group, and He Changfeng had, when alive, managed to come back from the dead as a Holy Knight.

Doesn’t matter how He Changfeng did it, no matter how impossible or counter to all known data.

The fact was, he had pulled it off.

This time, too, Liu Qiying fully cooperated—documents, cash, manpower, throwing money around like confetti. In every Changfeng Group subsidiary, morale was sky-high, resources and coordination all went full throttle, efficiency through the roof.

Liu Qiying could be said to have redeemed herself through meritorious service. Taking all factors into account, her odds of being sentenced directly to death were pretty low—a suspended death sentence, twenty years sewing in a prison workshop was far likelier.

The outcome of all this wasn’t up to Cai Qidong anyway, so he kept quiet.

Right now, just for the sake of Yu State’s stability, he was giving Liu Qiying the chance to settle who would succeed her as the one holding the reins at Changfeng Group.

Changfeng Group was a huge operation—sheer employee numbers were already massive. Including all the companies relying on Changfeng to survive, keeping things stable and preventing upheaval was a must.

And clearly, Liu Qiying had long since made preparations. Changfeng Group now had robust systems; even without her, things would keep running, and her successor had already been picked.

Cai Qidong sighed to himself. Sometimes he thought this woman was truly terrifying; other times, he found her extremely easy to deal with.

In the end, it all came down to obsession running too deep.

Below West River, in the Dark Waters City, a pair of vertical pupils seemed to be gazing in the direction of Virtue City.

After a lengthy silence, there came a weary sigh.

"Just as expected. Every generation’s Heavenly Master is no weakling, but the current Heavenly Master is way, way too strong."

Just sensing a faint presence already made him feel powerless. The real person hadn’t even shown up, and still managed to call down a Heavenly Master Avatar.

Isn’t this just supposed to be the beginning of the Spiritual Qi Resurgence?

Why is the Heavenly Master of this generation so OP?

In a secret underground building somewhere in Europa, below a blazing Sacred Fire altar—

A group of figures in black hooded robes clustered around, watching footage on a huge screen.

Vaguely, one could see hordes of Devils crawling out of the ground, then a white shockwave sweeping past like an explosive sonic boom cloud.

An old man, wrinkles etched all over his skin, decayed to the point he could drop dead any minute, suddenly forced his eyes wide open—his clouded eyes filled with shock.

The footage came from a special satellite, with poor resolution and heavy interference.

But it was still clear enough to make out: someone gripped a sword, and began to blaze with dazzling light, body becoming like a burning sun.

After that, the screen went black—shrouded in thick clouds—but even through the clouds, searing rays still pierced through, lighting up the sky above.

"Scorching Sun! Scorching Sun has awakened! The Scorching Sun from Fuyu Mountain!"

The old man suddenly cried out, his whole body trembling in terror, that already ancient frame aging even more at a pace visible to the naked eye.

Soon, someone beside him brought a cup filled with viscous liquid. After they made him drink it, the old man’s rapid decay finally steadied, and he slowly began to recover.

After a long pause, the old man closed his eyes, not daring to watch any further.

"So that’s how it is... so that’s how it is..."

He recalled that previously, the Sacred Fire Sect had sent three missionaries into the Southern Martial County of Shenzhou—one crippled by Qin Kun from Fuyu Mountain personally, the other two beaten half to death.

Back then, it didn’t seem worth much thought. According to the intelligence they’d gathered, it was said that a certain senior from Fuyu Mountain had a strange dream and took a particular dislike to them.

By Divine Land’s customs, Qin Kun showing up to challenge them for the sake of his elders was actually pretty standard.