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"Just now," Jiang Chen said.
"Mr. Jiang, how did you do it?" Yang Jigong couldn't believe it. Jiang Chen had been right in front of him, yet he had managed to kill Bai Erxun from several miles away.
"I want murder; with a single thought, I can bring about death," Jiang Chen replied.
Yang Jigong fell silent, his worldview completely shattered. The ability to control life and death with a mere thought was no longer human; it was divine.
"General Xiaoshan, the show here has come to an end. You shouldn't need me to escort you away," Jiang Chen spoke, his voice clear and resonant in Koyama Satoru's ears without the need for a broadcast.
Koyama Satoru was startled and quickly ordered his men to mobilize the warship and leave in haste. Meanwhile, in the United States, they were convinced they were seeing ghosts; General Byersun had been killed by snow. Looking at the thick layer of snow outside, the Americans panicked. Chaos erupted on the warships, and ultimately, they ordered a retreat. Today's events were simply unfathomable; it was best to leave this cursed place before making any further plans.
"Americans are leaving!?" Yang Jigong whispered, finding it hard to believe.
"But I think they won't give up easily; they'll definitely be back," Zeng Xianyi remarked.
"Zeng Lao, Yang Lao, let's leave the underwater treasure for now. You should send people to guard it and not allow anyone to enter again," Jiang Chen instructed.
"Understood," both Yang Jigong and Zeng Xianyi nodded in agreement.
"Then Zeng Lao, let's head back to the capital," Jiang Chen said. Whether the United States would give up or not no longer concerned him. The underwater realm was home to Raksasa Merfolk; even if the United States sent people down to salvage it, they would only meet their doom. Moreover, Jiang Chen believed that Yang Jigong would safeguard the East Sea territory well.
...
In the afternoon, Jiang Chen returned to the capital. Yang Jigong felt that Jiang Chen shouldn't have killed Bai Erxun, but Zeng Xianyi understood that Jiang Chen had shown mercy.
Back in the capital at Zeng Xianyi's residence, his descendants were no longer around, making the place much quieter.
In the tea room, Zeng Xianyi noticed that the painting of the mountain temple still hung on the wall and couldn't help but laugh. "Mr. Jiang, I didn't expect that in my haste last time, I forgot to put this away. Fortunately, my younger generations didn't cause any trouble; otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain it to you."
Jiang Chen smiled slightly and was about to take down the painting when he suddenly heard a voice calling from within it. Of course, Zeng Xianyi, Qin Xiaoya, and Ye Xiaoying could not hear it.
"Zeng Lao, you all enjoy your tea first. Ling Mingzi has something to discuss with me; I'll be right back," Jiang Chen said to Zeng Xianyi and the others before probing his consciousness into the painting of the mountain temple.
Inside the temple, Jiang Chen met Ling Mingzi.
However, this time, Ling Mingzi was not sitting in the grand hall but had come out to greet Jiang Chen.
“Ling Mingzi, is there something on your mind? You’re not blaming me for leaving you behind here, are you?” Jiang Chen joked.
“Mr. Jiang, you jest. The truth is, I’ve been thinking for the past two days and have decided to take on a disciple from among Zeng Xianyi’s grandchildren,” Ling Mingzi replied.
“If I’m not mistaken, Zeng Xianyi’s grandchildren can only be considered Zhou Pingyong in talent, and they don’t seem to have a genuine desire for the path. Taking one of them as a personal disciple to inherit your teachings might not be a wise choice,” Jiang Chen pointed out curiously.
Jiang Chen was unaware that after he left, Zeng Xianyi’s grandchildren had returned to the tea room and said some unkind words that had provoked Ling Mingzi.
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