Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms - Chapter 183
Chapter 183: I’ll Grant Your Wish
Zhao Yan had only used the means of a second stage Primal Ki martial artist, so Ji Lengxing wasn’t intimidated by Zhao Yan despite being surprised by Xu Qingfeng’s defeat.
Ji Lengxing looked at Fang Chen and calmly said, “You must be from a grade-8 state to be under the protection of such a powerful Primal Ki martial artist. Where are you from? Redsky? Heavenroc? Or Vastsea?”
Xu Ge narrowed his eyes. Of the grade-8 states that were named, he only knew Vastsea, as that was Greenpine’s superior state. During the battle at the Three Realms Mountain, it was due to Vastsea’s Earth Profound realm assassin defeating Fang Chen that the situation took a turn for the worse, and they fell into defeat.
Li Daoye and the others were cultivators, so they weren’t familiar with these states, and there was no need for them to familiarize themselves with them either. Only grade-6 states and those above were worthy of their attention.
There were no cultivators in grade-9, grade-8, and grade-7 states, after all.
Even if there were cultivators who chose to settle down in those states, such as in the case of Chillwater’s Ji Clan, those people were unaffiliated cultivators without a complete heritage. They weren’t officially recognized in the world of cultivation.
Ji Lengxing thought he had hit the nail on the head, so he said, “Heavenroc, Redsky, and Vastsea’s envoys have already reached Chillwater and are currently discussing Great Xia’s advancement to grade-8. Are you here to meet up with them?”
The faces of Song Yi and the others turned awful.
If Fang Chen was a powerhouse from a grade-8 state too, they might not be able to get even with him today.
“They are already here to discuss Great Xia’s advancement to grade-8?” Fang Chen chuckled. “I wonder if they have decided on their course of action yet.”
Ji Lengxing impassively replied, “Great Xia doesn’t have the foundation of a grade-8 state, yet it brazenly declares itself as such. Naturally, the four countries will be teaching it a lesson.”
Xia Yun frowned. Chillwater hasn’t learned from its lesson. Ji Lengyue is still serving as a hostage in Great Xia, but they are already trying to liaise with the other grade-8 states to go after Great Xia?
Just then, the encirclement opened up, and a few figures strutted over. Standing at the forefront of this group was a middle-aged man who commanded a stern disposition.
Song Yi was overjoyed. He recognized the middle-aged man to be Ji Junhua, one of the stronger experts in the Ji Clan’s second generation. He was also Ji Lengxing’s father, which made him their future in-law!
Ji Lengxing breathed a relieved sigh. He had been stalling for his father’s arrival, knowing that the latter would have been alarmed by the clash between Zhao Yan and Xu Qingfeng.
“Song Yi, Song Hui, are your parents doing fine? I hope Old Master Song is faring well,” Ji Junhua said with a hearty laugh as he strutted over.
Song Yi and the other hurriedly bowed.
Ji Junhua was accompanied by a young man who shared some resemblance to Ji Lengxing. Ji Junhua glanced at the young man before he turned back to Song Hui and said, “I know it isn’t appropriate for the two of you to meet under such circumstances considering you aren’t wedded yet, but Lengxiao insisted on tagging along because he was worried about your safety.”
Song Hui looked at Ji Lengxiao before hurriedly lowering her reddened face.
Ji Lengxiao responded with a sheepish smile.
“Father…” Ji Lengxing quickly stepped forward and explained the situation.
Ji Junhua nodded. He first eyed Xu Qingfeng before his gaze fell on Zhao Yan. “It’s rare for someone as young as you to be able to defeat Pristine King Sword Xu Qingfeng. May I know who your master is?”
“There’s no point knowing who my master is,” Zhao Yan replied with a placid smile.
“He isn’t revealing his master. Is he worried about the Ji Clan’s vengeance?”
“It looks like they aren’t as fearless as they seem.”
The crowd gossiped.
“That’s fine by me too. May I know who is he to you? Someone of your martial cultivation need not bend your head to another,” Ji Junhua eyed Fang Chen as he asked.
“He is my young master,” Zhao Yan replied.
The crowd was baffled. Those words suggested that Fang Chen was of a lofty standing, especially when it was coming from a second stage Primal Ki martial artist like Zhao Yan. This made the crowd increasingly curious about Fang Chen’s background.
“He is Ji Lengxing, and he is Ji Lengxiao. Could it be that you have a son named Ji Lengyue too?” Fang Chen suddenly asked with a smile.
The crowd was startled.
Ji Junhua narrowed his eyes. “You know about my eldest son?”
“As I expected.” Fang Chen burst into laughter.
“Young friend, where are you from? Heavenroc? Redsky? Vastsea?” Ji Junhua calmly asked. “Are your elders already in the palace?”
“Let’s put aside my background for now. I’d like to ask one question—is your Ji Clan going to stand up for these people? Did they not tell you that it was his maid who first provoked us on the cargo boat?” Fang Chen asked. “I’m already being merciful by just asking for three kowtows.”
The crowd fell silent. Song Yi’s face reddened out of sheer humiliation.
Ji Junhua first eyed Song Hui and Ji Lengxiao before bursting into laughter. He slowly clapped his hands and said, “Interesting! Not even Heavenroc, Redsky, and Vastsea’s imperial clansmen would dare humiliate our Ji Clan in Chillwater!”
Ji Junhua stomped his feet, and the ground immediately shattered.
Countless rocks were swept up by a terrifying force and floated mid-air. Without any warning, these rocks shot toward Fang Chen’s group like bullets.
Zhao Yan casually waved his hand in response. Through his precise manipulation of inner ki, he redirected the trajectories of the rock bullets toward the sea behind him, raising towering waves that went as high as over thirty meters.
The crowd felt stifling pressure.
“Not bad. How about this?” Ji Junhua said with a laugh.
He released his origin ki, which made him look like a deity in the mortal world. He sent a deluge of his origin ki toward Zhao Yan, intending to crush the latter through sheer might.
Yet…
Zhao Yan flitted forth, grabbed him, and tossed him aside.
A series of loud bams ensued, as Ji Junhua’s body crashed through multiple giant boats before falling into the sea.
The world descended into silence.
The crowd widened their eyes in disbelief. How could a third stage Origin Ki martial artist like Ji Junhua be flung off just like that?!
“H-he is a third stage Origin Ki martial artist too…” Elder Qin stuttered in horror.
Ji Lengxing and the others were horrified. They immediately retreated fifty meters away from Zhao Yan out of fear that the latter would take their lives.
“No wonder I lost. I was up against an Origin Ki martial artist.” Xu Qingfeng’s complexion recovered a little.
“How can he be an Origin Ki martial artist? This doesn’t make any sense…” Song Yi’s face turned livid. He glared at Fang Chen with incredulous eyes. If Zhao Yan is a third stage Origin Ki martial artist… who in the world can Fang Chen be?
Before he could think deeper into it, Ji Junhua emerged from the sea and landed on a nearby ship’s mast. He had a severe look on his face. “I didn’t know you were an Origin Ki martial artist. I got careless. Again!”
“I’ll grant your wish.” Zhao Yan laughed as he stepped forth.
Each step he took easily covered over thirty meters. It only took a couple of steps for him to cover the distance between him and Ji Junhua.
Ji Junhua immediately prepared to make his move, only to be intimidated by the terrifying yet familiar aura coming from Zhao Yan. Longevity Ki?!
While he was in a daze, Zhao Yan had already grabbed his neck as if he was a little fawn. Furthermore, his origin ki was completely suppressed by Zhao Yan’s longevity ki, rendering him helpless.
