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"Master, in my opinion, we should head back. Continuing on could lead to unforeseen complications. The Golden Clan Secret Realm is far more powerful than the Fire Clan Secret Realm. We won't gain anything here, and it could jeopardize our plans against the Bloodshed Shop. Just think about it: once we break the Void Pressure left by the Bloodshed Shop in the Endless Divine Realm, with your strength and talent, reaching the Twelfth Level Divine Realm will be a piece of cake. Can't you wait a little longer?"
"If something goes wrong in the Golden Clan Secret Realm, who will take responsibility? Don't forget, there are the citizens of the Southern Ming Divine Domain, my own people in the Winning the Qin Divine Realm, and those from your Ancient World. Who will be accountable?"
"Don't let a great loss come from a small gain!"
Ying Qin Supreme Deity was quite dissatisfied with this expedition to the Golden Clan Secret Realm; he wished he could just turn back. He couldn't understand why the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming had already hesitated, yet inexplicably, Wei Chen seemed more interested than ever.
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming nodded and looked at Wei Chen. "Master, let's go back. Ying Qin Supreme Deity is right; we can't afford to lose too much. If anything happens, it would be troublesome."
Wei Chen smiled slightly. "It's impossible to seize anything now, but just taking a look shouldn't be an issue. Aren't you worried about not being able to fully commit to dealing with the Bloodshed Shop? Let me show you your woman; it will put your mind at ease and give you more motivation."
Hearing Wei Chen's words, gratitude filled the eyes of the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming. He understood that Wei Chen was speaking from his perspective. In reality, how could he not want to see her? It was just that Ying Qin Supreme Deity was urging him so strongly that he didn't want to put Wei Chen in a difficult position. Now that Wei Chen had completely aligned with his viewpoint, he felt nothing but appreciation.
Ying Qin Supreme Deity had no choice but to throw up his hands in resignation. "The Golden Clan Secret Realm connects to the formidable Golden Clan; we can't compete with them. Supreme Deity of Southern Ming, let me make it clear: just take a look and establish your manly spirit and ambition without letting your brain short-circuit and getting us all killed."
"I understand, thank you." The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming replied calmly.
It was indeed rare for someone like him to say thank you.
Ying Qin Supreme Deity sighed and fell silent.
"Supreme Deity of Southern Ming, that large ship isn't very strong; we can take it down. On one hand, we can gain some funds, and on the other hand, we can gather some information. Aren't there people from the Royal Family aboard? They should know how your woman is doing," Wei Chen said lightly.
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming nodded. "Let's make our move when night falls."
As night descended quietly like a gentle breeze nourishing all things without sound, Wei Chen and his companions followed closely behind the large ship on their Rundown Boat until evening arrived.
The large ship lowered its iron hook and anchored in the middle of the river.
“Ferry Operator, stop the boat and stay here quietly. Pretend you didn't see anything, or you won't have a good outcome,” warned the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming.
The Ferry Operator nodded hurriedly, and the Rundown Boat came to a halt.
“Ying Qin Supreme Deity, you stay here and guard. We'll be back soon,” Wei Chen ordered. The Ying Qin Supreme Deity had the weakest combat ability, so guarding the boat was sufficient.
The Ying Qin Supreme Deity reluctantly nodded and said, “Be careful.”
Wei Chen and the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming wasted no time; they flew off the boat and soared into the air above the large ship in an instant.
Wei Chen silently recited an incantation, his palm flipping over as a formation appeared in his hand. He shouted and unleashed the formation. It spun lightly in the air, expanding to envelop the large ship.
A formation that isolated sound and presence!
“Who dares to disturb the Royal Family?” a booming voice called out, followed by two middle-aged men flying onto the deck, staring at Wei Chen and the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming.
Wei Chen smiled slightly, but then a fierce look appeared in his eyes. His overwhelming Mental Strength manifested as the Destruction of the World Thirteen Swords, instantly killing the two middle-aged men.
As Wei Chen and the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming landed on the deck, a large number of guards rushed out, only to fall one after another, their souls ruthlessly cut down by Wei Chen.
In the end, no one else emerged. Wei Chen and the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming walked slowly into the cabin.
A young man with oily hair and powdered face sat lazily in a chair, surrounded by several beautiful maidens.
The maidens looked at Wei Chen and the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming with faces full of terror, while the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man surveyed them with a lazy gaze before saying lightly, “You two dare to rob the Royal Family? What audacity! However, seeing your strength is impressive; you easily killed my guards. So tell me, what do you want? You can take anything on this ship; I'll pretend this never happened. How about that?”
“Ha ha, what we want is your life,” the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming replied coldly.
As soon as those words left his mouth, one of the maidens beside the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man swayed and collapsed.
Those who have seen the true forms of Wei Chen and the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming must die. At this moment, Wei Chen's mercy had vanished. On the entire ship, only the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man remained.
A hint of panic appeared in the young man's eyes, but he forced himself to remain calm. "There's no need for violence, gentlemen. We can negotiate."
"Enough with the nonsense," Wei Chen snapped. With a swift motion, he grabbed the young man and tossed him into the True God World.
"Supreme Deity of Southern Ming, search for any valuables. We can't linger here," Wei Chen instructed.
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming immediately began to scour for treasures. The two flew off the large ship, and Wei Chen used his Divine Power to send the entire vessel into the True God World.
"Augusto, burn the ship and those corpses as well," Wei Chen commanded. The bored fire dragon finally found something to do, but it was completed in an instant without much difficulty, leaving him even more restless.
"Big Brother, find me something to do! I'm so bored in your True God World! Those three old Fellows won't even spar with me anymore; it's no fun!" Augusto complained telepathically.
Wei Chen replied, "Why don't you go steal their Green Energy Stones? If you do that, they'll definitely want to fight you."
"I can't find them! Those three angry old Fellows hid them away," Augusto's frustrated voice echoed in Wei Chen's mind.
Ignoring Augusto's complaints, Wei Chen and the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming flew back to the Rundown Boat and ordered the Ferry Operator to set sail.
The Ferry Operator watched in shock and terror as the Royal Ship vanished, rowing diligently to escape the scene.
"Supreme Deity of Southern Ming, focus your mind. I'm taking you somewhere," Wei Chen said.
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming realized they were heading to that independent space where Wei Chen had repeatedly demonstrated his divine powers and quickly complied.
Wei Chen opened a portal to the True God World and brought the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming inside, directly appearing at the edge of the realm before the terrified Oily-Haired Noodle Man.
Wei Chen couldn't enter his own True God World yet; his Divine Realm wasn't strong enough. To fully access it, he needed to achieve a Twelfth Level Divine Realm. So he left it for the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming to inquire while he listened attentively.
The Divine Realm of the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man was extremely low, a disgraceful failure among the Golden Clan, merely at the Third-Level Divine Realm. How could there be such trash within the Royal Family of the Golden Clan?
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming coldly regarded the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man. He approached him, towering over the trembling young man and asked, "What is your relation to the Royal Family?"
"Please spare me, my lord! Please spare me!" The Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man could no longer maintain his facade of calmness. He knelt before the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming, weeping and bowing repeatedly.
Having been thrust into a strange world, the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man understood the power of his captors—far beyond his imagination. His composure was utterly shattered.
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming sneered, "I won't kill you as long as you answer my questions truthfully. I have no desire to kill you."
"Please spare me! Please spare me! I am the direct grandson of the clan leader. My lord, for the sake of the clan leader, please grant me my life!" The Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man blurted out. Such words were dangerous; if exposed to bandits like these, could he still survive? As the clan leader's grandson, if he returned home, both the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming and Wei Chen would be hunted down. Moreover, once the Golden Clan Secret Realm was sealed off, even Ying Qin Supreme Deity would be powerless to intervene.
The Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man had little experience in the world; he thought his identity as the clan leader's grandson was his trump card. However, it was precisely the opposite—it was his death warrant!
Truly a useless fool!
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming said, "I will ask you a few questions. As long as your answers satisfy me, I will let you live."
"My lord, please go ahead. I will speak without reservation," replied the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man eagerly.
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming continued, "Since you are the clan leader's grandson, your protective power seems rather weak!"
Upon hearing this, the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man felt embarrassed. His protective power was not just weak; compared to his brothers, it was pitifully inadequate!
"My lord, my talent is lacking and my strength is too low. The Royal Family has no interest in me. I spend my days wandering and enjoying life; it’s quite carefree. The Royal Family isn’t worried about anyone wanting to kill me because someone like me wouldn’t harm them at all. Perhaps they would even feel relieved to be rid of a freeloader like me," he answered honestly.
The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming nodded in satisfaction; the young man's responses aligned closely with his expectations.
In large clans, those with inferior talents often faced exclusion within their families and were denied real power, forced to live a carefree life instead. The clan wouldn't care about such trivial matters.
"Child, who is Golden Flower to you?" The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming gazed deeply at the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man and asked.
The Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man was taken aback. Golden Flower? That was a taboo within the clan!
He looked weakly at the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming and replied softly, "My lord, Golden Flower is my father's biological sister. I call her mother."
"Oh? Your father is Leopard?" The eyes of the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming shifted slightly. This was troublesome; this Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man could not be killed!
No matter what, he was considered a nephew of the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming.
"Do you know my father and mother?" The Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man asked with excitement on his face, a glimmer of hope shining through.
"You useless fool! Your mother and father are both exceptional individuals; how did it come to you being a pile of dung?" The Supreme Deity of Southern Ming expressed his dissatisfaction.
A pile of dung... that was indeed a rather unique and amusing way to put it.
Wei Chen found it funny as he listened. He understood that the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man was not going to die.
The Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man awkwardly said, "I don't know about that; I can't master such things! But I have skills in other areas. People should just be happy and have a specialty; why be so fixated on cultivation levels?"
"Skills in other areas? Hmph, show me what abilities this pile of dung possesses," the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming sneered.
Despite being looked down upon repeatedly by the Supreme Deity of Southern Ming, the Oily-Haired, Powder-Faced Young Man did not get angry. After all, his life was secure now. Feeling reassured, he proudly declared, "I excel at building machinery; it's just that I lack sufficient resources. The Royal Family thinks I'm good for nothing, but my ability to construct machinery is unmatched in the entire Golden Clan Secret Realm! Not even in the Endless Divine Realm can anyone compare to me!"
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