Chapter 1165: Winds and Clouds at Wushan

“He was held up by that red-clothed male ghost and hasn’t returned yet.” The driver answered truthfully.

Zheng Zhiqing was a bit surprised. “His Majesty is a Sixth-Tier, and he had Han Xiang backing him up… and they still haven’t dealt with that red-clothed male ghost? Just how strong is that red-clothed male ghost?”

“I don’t know… I’ve never seen a monster like that.”

The driver felt a chill down his spine just thinking about what he had seen in the rearview mirror.

The group waited in front of the brick house for nearly twenty minutes before black shadows flashed across the distant sky. They saw dense brushstrokes weaving into two figures on the fields, and Ying Fu and Han Xiang walked out one after the other.

Ying Fu’s expression was somewhat gloomy. Seeing his face, everyone knew they must have failed to deal with that red-clothed male ghost, and their surprise grew even greater… Since they had started following His Majesty, this was the first time they had seen him suffer a setback.

Ying Fu’s gaze first confirmed the safety of Chu Changqing in the car, then swept over the group, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

At the same time, Han Xiang also noticed something was wrong.

“……Where is Zhou Liang?”

Chu Changqing then realized that of the three university students who had been acting together, only two remained… These two were also covered in wounds and looked incredibly disheveled. Hearing Han Xiang’s question, they both lowered their heads silently.

“He… he was captured by that woman who knows kung fu to create an opportunity for us to escape.”

A woman who knows kung fu?

In Ying Fu’s mind, the appearance of Hongchen Jun immediately surfaced.

“When I picked them up, there were only two left. I was thinking about whether to go back and snatch him, but considering it was more important to escort Chu Changqing, I came here first.” Fu Kun shrugged helplessly.

“Did you win against those three people?” Ying Fu asked.

Fu Kun and Zheng Zhiqing looked at each other.

“Uh… it was a draw, I guess.”

The two of them had fought Lu Xun and Yang Xiao respectively and hadn’t been able to gain the upper hand. However, they had combat experience, and if they had dragged it out longer, they would have had a high probability of winning. But to ensure Chu Changqing was safe, they both chose to retreat and rush here.

Although the combined strength of the three university students wasn’t weak, their individual tiers weren’t high, and they had run into the most capable Su Zhiwei, so they ultimately couldn’t escape unscathed.

“Teacher… what about Zhou Liang?” a female university student asked Han Xiang, looking worried.

Han Xiang’s brows were locked tight, and just as he was about to say something, Ying Fu spoke calmly:

“Since it was Su Zhiwei who captured him, there’s likely no threat to his life. It won’t be too late to bring him back after we finish the upcoming matters.”

Once Ying Fu spoke, neither Han Xiang nor the two university students had any objections, and they nodded respectfully:

“Yes.”

Ying Fu walked slowly to the car and opened the door where Chu Changqing was. The latter sat there quietly, vigilance appearing in his pale green eyes:

“What? Are you going to finish me off… honorable ‘Your Majesty’?”

Ying Fu grabbed Chu Changqing’s wrist, and pitch-black ink stains climbed up Chu Changqing’s body along his arm. Those brushstrokes were like fine needles, drilling directly into his body and leaving scarlet bloody wounds.

The intense pain all over his body made Chu Changqing grunt, his face turning pale. As those brushstrokes drilled into his body, the pale green in the depths of Chu Changqing’s eyes seemed to be covered by a thin veil, becoming blurry and indistinct.

An unprecedented sense of weakness surged into Chu Changqing’s heart. He stared fixedly at Ying Fu:

“What did you do to me?”

“You Nine Lords absorb the Red Star’s wish power, and your strength grows too fast. I have to keep some means to prevent you from running around.”

After doing all this, Ying Fu let go of his palm. Chu Changqing lay weakly in the back seat, with only his eyes glaring angrily at Ying Fu.

Ying Fu ignored his resentment directly and turned to look at Han Xiang and the others:

“How are the arrangements for the Wushan Conference going?”

“Everything is ready.” Han Xiang took a badge from his pocket and handed it to Ying Fu. “This is the identity prepared for you, Your Majesty… but time is tight, so I’m afraid you’ll have to settle for acting within the conference as my student.”

Ying Fu took the badge and spoke slowly:

“Those who achieve great things do not fuss over trifles. Compared to my plan, identity is irrelevant.”

“Then Your Majesty… what about him?” Fu Kun pointed to the half-dead Chu Changqing in the car. “Should we find a place to tie him up, or take him with us?”

Ying Fu glanced at him, and under the other’s angry gaze, waved his hand casually:

“Take him with us.”

……

Bao’er Tomb.

Amidst the rarely visited mountains, lush forests covered the land. As a breeze swept over the mountaintop, a flock of birds suddenly seemed to sense something and hurriedly flapped their wings to take flight.

A moment later, a massive, semi-transparent lion leaped out from the ground!

A figure in a Tang suit was sitting cross-legged on the lion’s head, his eyes behind the small round sunglasses scanning the surroundings, muttering to himself:

“It’s been so many years since I’ve been here, has it become like this…”

“……Can you put me down first?”

Chen Ling, wearing a bright red theatrical robe, was being held in the lion’s mouth in a very pathetic posture, like a piece of fresh meat being carried. His face was full of helplessness at this moment. “Your tier is so much higher than mine, and I can’t run away anyway.”

Sun Bumian snorted coldly and jumped down from the lion’s head. The massive lion instantly faded away in seven-colored flames, leaving only a lifelike headgear in his hand.

He looked at Chen Ling, who was climbing up from the ground, and said irritably:

“You’d better really not have touched my gold, otherwise…”

“You’re already so strong, why do you still value these worldly possessions so much?” Chen Ling asked in confusion. “If the gold is gone, can’t I just turn a mountain of gold back for you? You can have as much of this stuff as you want.”

“How could it be the same??” Sun Bumian’s brows furrowed, and he glared at him fiercely.

“Forget it… you wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”

Sun Bumian muttered, seemingly too lazy to explain to him. After walking around the area, he came to a plain-looking patch of ground and stomped down hard!

Seven-colored flames ignited at Sun Bumian’s temples, and a massive lion’s foot stomped directly through the rock layer below. In the blink of an eye, a bottomless black hole opened up, and cold, chilly wind rolled out from it, leading to who knows where.

Sun Bumian patted the dust off his body, stepped on the clouds, and fell directly to the bottom of the hole.

Seeing this, Chen Ling followed.

“How do you know the Cloud Step too??” Sun Bumian looked back and saw Chen Ling also stepping through the air, his expression incredibly surprised.

“My senior sister taught me.”

“Senior sister… who is your senior sister?”

“Someone from the future, you wouldn’t know her even if I told you.”

“……”

Sun Bumian looked at Chen Ling with a strange expression, but at this moment, he was more concerned about his gold.

The two figures kept falling down the pitch-black hole, and after an unknown amount of time, several heavy chests were outlined in the deep darkness.