Chapter 1425: Dog Sanqing Incites Trouble, Furious Charge into the Array with Abnormal Alert

Da da da…

On Zhongcheng Street, heading south, a convoy of over a hundred people was rushing along in a hurry, led by a fair-skinned, chubby man who exuded a fierce aura.

“Make way!”

“The Quan Bang is coming through—get out of the way, or we’ll run you over and not pay a cent!”

A slightly shrill voice rang out along with the crack of a whip, sending shivers down the spines of people on both sides of the street and making them scatter quickly.

“Who is that? Why does his voice sound so high-pitched?”

“It’s the Quan Bang… Look at the one in the lead—Quan Sanqing! He’s a big tycoon in Jingdu. We can’t afford to mess with him!”

“Quan Sanqing? The jade boss? I heard he has Zhan Dao experts under him and even trained someone in Tai Xu.”

“Shh, keep it down! Anyone who can make it in Yujing City has to have some backing. His background is no simple matter.”

“Quick, get out of here…”

My name is Quan Sanqing, male, thirty-eight years old, a mid-level expert in the Xiantian Yuan Court Realm.

I weigh a full 260 kilograms, carrying with it a wealth of life experiences that most people can’t fathom.

Though I’ve nearly lost all my hair, I’m a well-known tycoon in Yujing City, dealing in jade and jewelry trading.

Jade in the Nan Yu is dirt cheap!

With the right connections and relationships, you can mine it, process it, and resell it to the young wives of the great clans in Yujing City… Tsk tsk, one word: profitable!

That’s my public identity.

In secret, I’m from Nan Yu, a member and dead soldier of the Huacao Ge intelligence network, with Zhan Dao cultivation, just one effortless Jiujie Thunder Tribulation away from Tai Xu.

Nan Yu is a dreamlike place, where opportunities and evils coexist.

At six years old, due to my unique constitution, I accidentally ate the sacred fruit Kuigua Zhi Yan and survived, but it permanently robbed me of that particular ability.

In return, my skin became incredibly smooth, envied by countless women.

My peers mocked and bullied me, but I didn’t care, because I gained an ability that ordinary people dream of—sacred power!

Though only a wisp, it was incredibly strong—that’s my golden finger.

I decided to leave the mundane world and enter the Linglian Realm. Under the guidance of a half-blind fortune-teller with an otherworldly air, I joined the Mujin Gate.

Mujin Gate was said to be the most powerful sect in Nan Yu!

It supposedly held the world’s greatest number of techniques and inheritances, and surely included ones suited to the Kuigua Sacred Body.

A month later, I was sold.

It turned out the most powerful one wasn’t “Mujin Gate,” but “Shujin Gate”—just one character off, and it changed everything.

The fortune-teller and Mujin Gate were in cahoots, essentially a human trafficking ring—that’s the true nature of Nan Yu!

At the auction, my androgynous appearance as a man fetched a high price.

Once thrown to the wolves, my life turned utterly dark, until “Li Daren” appeared and saved me, giving me a new purpose.

The night ended, and dawn arrived.

I joined Huacao Ge and began cultivating.

Two years later, Li Daren gave me a choice: whether to participate in the “Huacao Blood Sacrifice,” with success leading to selection for the “Sanguai Cultivation Plan.”

It was a survival-of-the-fittest game, selecting only the top three from a thousand, where losers died and winners reigned, with resources paving the way straight to Tai Xu!

I joined without hesitation. With my Kuigua Sacred Body and that wisp of sacred power, I succeeded in killing my way to third place among a bunch of lunatics.

From then on, I got a code name. Guess what.

Yes, that’s the code name—the one that makes my comrades want to punch me every time we introduce ourselves.

If possible, I’d rather have gotten first or second place’s code name, which went to my later brothers: Wo Cail and Ta Cail.

Because “Ni Cail” sounds weird and is just asking for a beating.

Oh well.

Thirty years later, my brothers Wo Cail and Ta Cail both died in the line of duty, leaving only the punchable Ni Cail alive.

Maybe it’s luck, but I’d rather believe it’s Li Daren’s protection.

Li Daren is an extraordinary person. Besides pulling me from the abyss back then, I barely saw him for the next few decades.

His identity is incredibly mysterious; I still don’t know his full name… He must have a nice-sounding one, like Li Fengyi, I like to imagine.

Anyway, it couldn’t be worse than my code name “Ni Cail,” real name “Quan Sanqing,” and childhood nickname “Gouzi.”

For thirty years, I’ve traveled between Zhongyu and Nan Yu, openly trading jade and jewelry while secretly building a complete intelligence network—right under the nose of Sheng Shan. I’m quite something, aren’t I? Not for nothing am I the unpopular Ni Cail!

Not just the Quan Bang boss, but also the secret leader of the “Machefu Group” in Yujing City, “Ma Lian”—who do you think that is? Guess.

I’ve waited for Li Daren for nearly half a century.

I know that when we meet again, we might be strangers, or bloody storms could erupt, just like during the Huacao Blood Sacrifice.

I’m not afraid—in fact, I look forward to it.

On every quiet night, in every moment of tossing and turning, my mind is filled with images of Li Fengyi Daren, his face covered but revealing those ordinary yet extraordinary eyes—the most beautiful in the world, prettier than any Zhuji Star Pupils.

He is my savior.

And recently, Li Daren has come to Jingdu!

“Giddy up!”

“Make way!”

“The Quan Bang is here—clear out!”

The shrill voice kicked up clouds of dust.

The convoy of over a hundred people transported cart after cart of boxes.

No one knew what was inside, as they sped from north to south and quickly arrived at the south gate of Yujing City.

Leading the way, Quan Sanqing’s eyes, squeezed by his fat, peered through the narrow slits and spotted the sign for “Dong Ji Tea Shop,” knowing they’d reached their destination.

Yes, this trip wasn’t to Nan Yu—it was right at the south gate of Yujing City.

Just moments ago, Quan Sanqing had seen his long-dreamed-of savior—Li Daren!

When that figure in black appeared in the courtyard of the Quan family mansion, Quan Sanqing sensed it immediately.

That perfectly proportioned build…

That familiar black face covering…

Those eyes that had kept him awake on countless nights—ordinary to the extreme, yet full of unique charm…

Quan Sanqing’s eyes welled up with tears, knowing his benefactor had arrived!

But now was not like back then. Weighing as much as five Li Darens, Quan Sanqing could no longer be held in his arms and have his head patted like in his childhood.

They were acquaintances.

Yet also strangers.

“Gouzi, long time no see. I’m here.”

When that voice rang out, Quan Sanqing burst into tears, realizing Li Daren hadn’t distanced himself and still remembered him.

He was still the same Li Daren.

And the way he addressed him was the same as before.

Quan Sanqing received two array disks and was given a task—to blow up the Bai Jie Ge Ling Array at the south gate!

“Gouzi, just like thirty years ago, you have a choice. I’ll tell you straight: if you join this operation, you’re likely to die.”

“No, Li Daren, you said ‘just like thirty years ago.’ In front of you, Gouzi will always have only one choice.”

“This time is different. The opponent is the Dao Dianzhu. I’ll be honest—you don’t have to make this choice. I’ll assign the task to someone else.”

“How could the second choice be as committed? Li Daren, thirty years ago, you chose me, and thirty years later, you’ve chosen me again. That’s something to be happy about… But you don’t know that in the thirty years you didn’t choose me, every year felt lacking compared to before.”

Tears streaming down his face, Quan Sanqing looked at Li Daren, trembling as he took the two array disks and tucked them carefully into the folds of fat around his belly.

With a wave of his meaty hand, he became spirited, as if back before the Huacao Blood Sacrifice.

Youthful vigor had turned into layers of fat.

But his hot blood remained as strong as ever.

“The Dao Dianzhu, is it?”

“Mm.”

“Li Daren, do you believe in miracles?”

“I believe in you.”

“Whoa!”

Quan Sanqing halted the convoy and shouted shrilly:

“Everyone, stop and rest right here at Dong Ji Tea Shop.”

“Remember, after eating and drinking your fill, we’ll head out the city gate and push on without delay.”

“If you understand, scatter!”

The convoy erupted in cheerful chatter.

This was their only break on the long journey, so they had to make the most of it—full bellies meant better traveling.

The once quiet and desolate Chaoling Street suddenly buzzed with energy as over a hundred people jumped off their carts and swarmed into Dong Ji Tea Shop.

The shop’s waiter stared at the massive, fleshy giant leading the way—bigger than him by a factor of five—and felt his legs go weak as the man lumbered inside.

“Sir, we’re closed for the day. Something’s not right today…”

The fleshy giant grabbed the waiter like a chicken and tossed him aside, cackling shrilly:

“Where’s the waiter? Get someone to serve us!”

“Bring out the best wine, meat, and dishes—make sure my brothers eat to their heart’s content!”

The owner of Dong Ji Tea Shop hunched over, trembling as he stepped over the waiter and said respectfully, “Quan Daren, please come in quickly, but today on Chaoling Street…”

“Enough nonsense—get the wine and meat out now, or I’ll shut you up for good.”

“Yes, sir!”

The owner nodded subserviently, then turned and glared: “Xiao Gao, move it! Lying there feeling cool? Want to stay that way forever?”

The waiter sprang up from the ground like a shot arrow and dashed into the kitchen to prepare the food.

In the alleyways, a few scattered people watched.

From across the street, Dongdong and A Yao stared in stunned silence at the unexpected convoy stopping in such a conspicuous spot.

Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?

Hadn’t the Quan Bang people gotten the intel? The place was already sealed off!

“Has Quan Sanqing’s brain turned to fat? Didn’t he check the almanac before heading out? Chaoling Street is surrounded by Sheng Shen Wei…”

“Yeah, where are the Sheng Shen Wei? They should be here to disperse them. With this many people hanging around, if the boundary explodes, they’re all done for!”

From the distant, shuttered shops, the Linglian masters living there pushed open their windows.

Sure enough, before the food even arrived, the Sheng Shen Wei in white armor came jogging over with a clank.

“Who is Quan Sanqing!”

Zhou the captain had tiger-like eyes, a long knife at his waist, and a murderous aura, with Wangzuo Dao Realm cultivation.

He had taken over from Zhao the captain, who had died on duty, so he was both Sheng Shen Wei and city guard.

“I’m Quan Sanqing—who the hell are you?”

A talking mound of flesh squeezed out of Dong Ji Tea Shop. Zhou the captain looked up and—wow—those two slits were eyes!

“Quan Sanqing, don’t you recognize the Sheng Shen Wei? This place is a restricted area—take your people and leave, or you’ll be responsible for what happens!”

“We’ll leave after we eat—what’s the rush?”

“By the time you finish, you’d all be dead… Quan Sanqing, this is your last warning—don’t say I, Zhou, didn’t give you face!”

“Who do you think you are? Do I need face from you?”

Suddenly, killing intent flashed in Quan Sanqing’s eyes. He smirked and said shrilly: “Get lost! Keep blocking me, and I’ll show you what a Xiantian expert can do!”

A Xiantian expert… Zhou the captain was amused.

In front of a Wangzuo, how dare a Xiantian call himself an expert? Wasn’t this suicide?

Not just him—the Sheng Shen Wei behind laughed too.

No one there was below Zongshi level; even a random city guard could turn this lump of fat into oil.

How dare he talk big!

“You idiot, thinking a few stinking Lingjing and some hired help lets you ignore the laws of Yujing City?” Zhou the captain glared with his tiger eyes and drew his knife in anger.

Clang!

Smack!

In a flash, Quan Sanqing struck.

His meaty hand swung, and the long knife was slapped back into its sheath, even snapping Zhou the captain’s belt and embedding the knife into the ground behind.

The ground cracked like a spiderweb. Quan Sanqing sneered disdainfully:

“Scram!”

Zhou the captain was dumbfounded.

The Sheng Shen Wei were all dumbfounded.

This was Xiantian?

He struck so fast that even a Wangzuo like Zhou the captain couldn’t react?

An ambush—damn it… Zhou the captain snapped back, turned, and reached for his knife: “You’re asking for death…”

The meaty hand struck again.

This time, Zhou the captain exposed his back to Quan Sanqing. In one blow, his chest was pierced by the still-sheathed knife hilt.

The armor shattered.

Blood gushed out.

Was Zhou the captain dead?

Everyone’s scalp tingled, realizing something was wrong—this was no accident; they were here to cause trouble!

What was going on?

Wasn’t Quan Sanqing Xiantian? Was he a Forging Body expert? He killed Zhou the captain in one hit, and the latter didn’t even have time to react?

“Attack!”

“He killed Zhou the captain!”

“This guy’s here to…”

Smack, smack, smack…

Quan Sanqing’s eyes, narrowed in fat, delivered a slap to each one.

A dozen Sheng Shen Wei saw stars, spun around, and when they came to, their heads had twisted so many times they never recovered.

“Enemy attack—”

At the south gate, the city guards shouted in alarm.

Figures in white soared in from afar, each activating their Lingyuan shields as they approached.

Boom! The shop’s roof was blasted off by the violent Lingyuan.

Inside and out, several hundred Quan Bang members suddenly flipped tables and chairs, drawing weapons with fierce killing intent:

“You damn Sheng Shen Wei, you bastards from Dao Qiong Cang’s side, daring to stop us from eating and drinking— even a Bansheng shows up, we’ll hack him down!”

The overwhelming killing intent made the Dong Ji Tea Shop owner glance once, then kneel and kowtow tearfully:

“Why make it like this? Why… I’m just a businessman; I can’t handle this…”

Clatter!

The waiter, carrying seven plates of braised beef, trembled and dropped them all.

It was as if his spine had been yanked out from the top of his head—he collapsed on the ground.

Yellowish stains mixed with a foul stench seeped from his pants.

“Heavens, what kind of disaster is this…”

Outside the street, Dongdong and A Yao watched in shock, exchanging glances with gleaming eyes.

“People from Xiang Yi’s side?!”

Quan Sanqing stood alone in front of the tea shop, his massive body blocking the entire doorway, like an unbeatable force.

He picked his nose, flicked the black speck away, and looked at the figures speeding in from the sky, sneering:

“Dammit, can’t a guy eat in peace with all these flies buzzing… All of you, kneel!”

Boom! A massive Lingyuan wave exploded.

The roofs of Dong Ji Tea Shop and nearby streets shattered, tiles flying everywhere.

An overwhelming sense of catastrophe pressed down from the sky, forcing everyone to the ground.

Crash—

Thunder rumbled from the nine heavens, dark clouds gathering.

Quan Sanqing no longer suppressed his cultivation, ripping off the sealing necklace around his neck and unleashing his full aura.

“Today, I achieve Zhan Dao and offer up these white robes as sacrifice.”

He squatted down, and the entire street exploded, dust billowing up.

Then, like a human cannonball, he shot into the air, hovering as he faced the Jiujie Thunder Tribulation. Pointing a fat finger downward, his fleshy face trembling, he shrieked:

“Kill!”

The white robes hadn’t even reacted when the hundred-plus guards from the convoy erupted with thick Lingyuan fluctuations.

“Kill, kill, kill!!!”

Like a pack of mad dogs, they slashed at anyone in sight.

The white robes, still fearful of the Jiujie Thunder Tribulation, turned to retreat.

But these dead soldiers turned their backs to the thunder, knives in hand, attacking the white robes.

“Ah!”

“Get off me!”

“Back off! How dare you fight under the Jiujie Thunder Tribulation—you have a death wish?”

“Screw you!!”

They were all held back.

These people were indeed seeking death.

Or rather, they intended to disrupt the Jiujie Thunder Tribulation, intensifying it, and trade one for one, leaving every incoming white robe behind.

Chaoling Street instantly turned into a bloodbath, staining the snow red.

“Interesting, so the Quan Bang is yours too?”

Inside the Bai Jie Duan Ling Array, Dao Qiong Cang turned his gaze back and asked Xiang Yaoyao with surprise: “But what’s a mere Zhan Dao going to accomplish, even if he breaks through to Tai Xu?”

Xiang Yaoyao’s face remained expressionless, but inside, she was puzzled.

The Quan Bang… She didn’t know them at all; they’d never interacted. How had they come to save her?

Or was it just a coincidence?

But if it was a coincidence, it was too perfect!

The Quan Bang suddenly starting a massacre against the white robes here and now—did they think about tomorrow?

After today, there would be no Quan Bang in Yujing City!

In the void above, the fleshy ball that was Quan Sanqing unleashed his full presence, the Jiujie Thunder Tribulation bombarding his Kuigua Sacred Body like a mere itch.

Any sacred body implied the potential for sainthood.

Moreover, Quan Sanqing had access to Huacao Ge’s top resources, his Dao foundation perfect and without bottlenecks on his path of Linglian.

He’d held back on the Jiujie Thunder Tribulation just so one day he could drag his enemies down with him and bury them in the thunder.

“Dao Qiong Cang, get out here, you coward! Bullying women—what kind of man are you!!!”

Infusing his voice with Lingqi, this earth-shaking cry echoed throughout Yujing City.

Not just at the south gate—even the east, west, and north sides heard this outrageous declaration.

“Someone’s calling out the Dao Dianzhu by name?”

“Where’s the fight? I’m going—there’s a show!”

“Quick, go check it out. Miss it, and you miss the fun—Yujing City’s been quiet for decades; no one’s dared to be this bold!”

Streams of light shadows flew in from afar.

By now, even the Sheng Shen Wei couldn’t control the crowd.

Inside the Bai Jie Duan Ling Array, Dao Qiong Cang just shook his head and chuckled, not taking it seriously.

Big talk was easy, but a mere Zhan Dao couldn’t even get past one Bai Jie Duan Ling Array to reach him.

Just then!

Dao Qiong Cang saw the fleshy figure in tribulation pull an array disk from the folds of his belly.

It seemed to glow with the light of Tianji Dao principles.

At the same time, warnings blared in his mind:

“Anomaly! Anomaly! Anomaly!…”

Thank you to Northern Domain genius Jiang Nayi’s generous reward to Dao Qiong Cang. Dao Dianzhu, why not say a few words?

Dao Qiong Cang: “This is Dao Qiong Cang of the Dao Hall, not Dao Cang Qiong. Please don’t get it wrong, everyone.”

(End of chapter)