Fantasy: I'll do the hacking, and you'll suffer the side effects!

137: The protagonist’s script has begun! The Howling Sky Dog is in a strange state?Comparable to an Emperor Rank?

How is that possible?

If it hadn’t happened recently, Cheng Weidong would have truly thought it was a bizarre tale from a storyteller.

”The Xingchen Divine Palace has suffered such humiliation; they definitely won’t let it go so easily,” Cheng Weidong speculated.

”Originally, they saw that an Emperor Rank had intervened and wanted to let the matter drop, but that person returned a month later.”

”What?” Cheng Weidong thought he had misheard.

They let you off the hook, not wanting to bother with you.

But you, on the other hand, actively delivered yourself to their doorstep.

”Yes, that person challenged the Divine Son this time, but the result was vastly different from before.”

”The Divine Son lost?” Cheng Weidong’s eyes widened.

”A draw.”

These words were undoubtedly a thunderclap from a clear sky, like a bomb dropped into a lake, stirring up a thousand waves.

Who was the Xingchen Divine Palace’s Divine Son?

A Divine Palace Realm sixth layer Cultivator, who had condensed six Divine Palaces, harboring top-tier Divine Spirits, with unmatched combat power.

Most terrifyingly, he possessed the Starry Divine Body and was showing signs of entering Minor Achievement.

A Prodigy of this Rank actually drew with a mere country bumpkin?

It was utterly ridiculous.

”You’re not trying to fool me, are you? Do you think I’m a three-year-old?” Cheng Weidong’s Face was full of disbelief.

”I didn’t believe it at first either, but then the Xingchen Divine Palace’s Divine Son personally admitted it and declared they would fight again during the Golden Scale Celebration. The two even signed a life-and-death contract,” the Disciple said.

”Playing such a big game?” Cheng Weidong was stunned. Was it really worth risking their lives for the star god pearl?

”I heard that person Cultivates an Emperor Rank Cultivation Technique called the Seven Stars Heavenly Evolution Art, and to reach Major Achievement, he needs the star god pearl as an aid.”

With that explanation, Cheng Weidong understood. So, it was a struggle over a divine item.

The star god pearl was the Xingchen Divine Palace’s most precious treasure, only the Divine Son and the Temple Master were qualified to use it.

Only one star god pearl appeared every hundred years, its preciousness was imaginable. How could they easily hand it over to someone else?

The rule of challenging at the doorstep was established by the Xingchen Divine Palace long ago, and all Prodigies were qualified to enjoy it.

But the prerequisite was to defeat all the Disciples under their sect.

Clearly, this person saw this point and dared to do so.

There were many Prodigies in the Golden Scale Que who coveted the star god pearl, and for this person to be able to overcome all obstacles showed his strength was not weak.

The most exaggerated part was that he was defeated two months ago.

To be able to regroup in just one month and achieve an even match, this talent was truly terrifying.

”What is that person’s name?” Cheng Weidong thought that if he met the person, he would definitely make a good acquaintance.

He wasn’t qualified to get to know the Xingchen Divine Palace’s Divine Son, but wasn’t he qualified to know a mere Martial Artist from Heavenly Yang Que?

What if he won this life-and-death battle?

Who would live and who would die was truly uncertain.

”What was his name again? It seems to be Ye...” The Disciple racked his brains, many images flashed through his mind, but he just couldn’t remember.

”His name is Ye Chen.”

Qin Han suddenly appeared behind them like a ghost, startling them.

”Yes, yes, yes, his name is Ye Chen. Brother Qin, do you know him?”

”We are from the same force, how could I not know him?” Qin Han smiled slightly.

In the end, it still showed the terrifying dominance of the Child of Luck.

If he wasn’t mistaken, the script’s final outcome should be Ye Chen’s victory.

Even if the Xingchen Divine Palace’s Divine Son had immense power, he would ultimately be overturned.

This was the protagonist’s power; all enemies would automatically become stepping stones.

Except for his friends.

”Lingxiao Holy Land?” Cheng Weidong carefully pondered this unknown force.

He had never heard of this place before; crowned with the name Holy Land, its Rank should not be too high, logically.

At most, it might be around Rank Seven.

In the vast Eastern Que Spirit State, only the Jade Pool Holy Land of Jade Pool Que was the most top-tier force, with several Saints within, governing a region.

But the others were nothing special.

”Could it be that this place is a terrifying Hidden Family?” The more Cheng Weidong thought about it, the more alarmed he became.

To be honest, it was very possible.

Hidden Families loved to hide in inconspicuous small corners, their Martial Artists living in seclusion, waiting for the right opportunity.

When the era of a great Emperor ended, they would then emerge powerfully, sweeping away all enemies.

Judging from Qin Han’s monstrous strength, it was highly likely to be so.

At this thought, Cheng Weidong became even more determined to befriend Qin Han.

”Brother Qin, when we arrive at Purple Sun Divine Palace later, if you need anything, just say the word. This Cheng will do his best to fulfill it.”

His attitude had undergone a 180-degree change in just a short incense stick of time.

This made Qin Han quite puzzled, but he didn’t think too deeply about it, only asking, ”Before I appeared, did you see anyone else?”

”If Brother Qin is looking for someone, you’ve asked the right person. This Cheng may not have other abilities, but finding people is absolutely top-notch,” Cheng Weidong patted his chest.

”Yes, yes, my Senior Brother has the rare appearance of a Roaring Sky Hound; tracking someone for a thousand miles is effortless,” Ah Ping nodded repeatedly.

”You talk too much,” Cheng Weidong glared at him.

Then he looked at Qin Han and asked, ”There are many Martial Artists coming and going in Mang Mountain, and ninety-nine percent of them are Purple Sun Divine Palace Disciples. Can Brother Qin roughly describe their appearance?”

Qin Han saw that he seemed to have real ability in this area and pondered for a moment before saying:

”A fat man, with eyes like green beans, often emitting green light, and his weight... should be over two hundred catties.”

”And a young man, seven feet tall, with a cold Face and not much to say, as for his appearance... pretty handsome.”

”Finally, there’s a flying stone, fist-sized, emitting golden light.”

Qin Han elaborated based on his memory, but the others listened with bewildered expressions.

”With such a description, it might be hard to find,” Cheng Weidong said with difficulty.

A correct description should be specific features on the body, but Qin Han’s way of speaking...

There were plenty of fat men over two hundred catties, and what did it mean for eyes to emit green light?

Was he a Vicious Beast?

And the handsome, cold-faced, seven-foot-tall young man—just among those he knew, there were hundreds in Purple Sun Divine Palace who looked like that.

Finally, a flying stone.

This was complete nonsense; Cheng Weidong had lived for over twenty years and had never heard of such a strange stone.

But since he had made a promise and Qin Han had brought it up, he naturally didn’t want to lose Face, so he said:

”I’ve been in Mang Mountain for several days and haven’t seen the people Brother Qin mentioned. How about this, I’ll help you search thoroughly, and if there’s any news, I’ll notify you immediately.”

Haven’t seen them?

A look of worry appeared in Qin Han’s eyes.

Although he could confirm that Wu De and the others were still alive, he wasn’t sure exactly where they had been teleported.

”At the last moment of the teleportation, the formation was destroyed by a Saint’s will, which caused the passage to become chaotic.”

”However, when they were teleporting, the formation was perfectly intact.”

”If they were really teleported to Southern Border Azure Province or Northern Ice Cold State, it would be difficult to find them,” Qin Han thought to himself.

Just as he was deep in thought, Cheng Weidong arrived unimpeded at a large courtyard.

Above, a gilded plaque was carved with three large characters—Listening Rain Pavilion.

”Brother Qin, we’ve arrived.”