Chapter 1273 - 902: Suppressing the Innate Mosquito

The black-robed man’s eyes flashed with a touch of cold cruelty at these words: "How is this a coincidence? Obviously I’ve been waiting here for you! Ever since we parted that day, I’ve been here waiting for you. You’ve finally appeared again. This time, you definitely won’t be able to escape my grasp."

The black-robed man used some unknown method and that small boat appeared out of thin air right in Zhang Chen’s path, blocking him between himself and the Yellow Springs, cutting off his way forward.

Hearing this, Zhang Chen sized up the black-robed man opposite him from head to toe, his expression shocked as he said, "You’re that Innate Mosquito!"

"That’s right, it’s me!" the man on the boat replied.

"And that other black-robed man?" Zhang Chen asked.

"That piece of trash still wanted to resist me, so of course I refined him." The Innate Mosquito let out a cold smile. "Now it’s your turn!"

Hearing this, Zhang Chen fell into thought. His eyes swept across the ashen sky before him and he sensed a faint difference from the outside world. Within the Underworld, the Origin of Essence Qi in his body was unprecedentedly stable, with no sign of leaking outward. The density of Essence Qi between Heaven and Earth in this Underworld far surpassed that of the outside world.

"The Underworld really is the same as the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Spiritual World. Essence Qi has not yet completely dried up, but it is already in the process of withering. The upper limit is still the Twelfth Tier, it’s just that cultivators of the Twelfth Tier will feel very at ease in the Underworld, without any pressure at all." At this moment Zhang Chen had already estimated the upper limit of this world. Just then, the Innate Mosquito at his side said:

"Brat, return my proboscis and I’ll spare your life."

"Spare my life? It’s still hard to say who will be sparing whose life." Zhang Chen’s lips curled up in a disdainful smile. The proboscis of the Innate Mosquito was very important to Zhang Chen; it had helped him countless times. Now that the other party was asking for it back, how could he possibly return it?

"Last time, you only managed to escape death because that Black Wuchang was there. Now that Black Wuchang has already been devoured by me, what do you have to bargain for your life in my hands?" The Innate Mosquito smiled coldly, and the next moment his palm slapped out, suppressing down toward Zhang Chen.

"The Innate Mosquito called that man Black Wuchang? Is it the Black Wuchang I’m thinking of?" Zhang Chen froze for a moment when he heard the Innate Mosquito’s form of address.

Looking at the palm of the Innate Mosquito descending toward him, Zhang Chen was thoughtful. This strike from the other party was equivalent to that of a Twelfth-Tier expert, but Zhang Chen was no longer the Zhang Chen of that day.

He lifted his hand, and a strand of Golden Light flowed in his palm. The next instant a golden Qi Mechanism flickered, transforming into a wondrous rune. He shook it toward the Innate Mosquito from afar, and the next moment the Innate Mosquito froze in midair, like solidified amber.

"Back then I relied on this move to escape from your hands. Now I can rely on this move to suppress and subdue you." Zhang Chen gave a cold smile. Back then, his escape from the Innate Mosquito’s hands was entirely thanks to this Wonderful Technique.

In the past, Zhang Chen could only hold the Innate Mosquito for three breaths. Now he had already stepped into the Twelfth Tier, and when he activated the power of the Six-Word Mantra, it was enough to completely suppress the Innate Mosquito.

He waved his hand again, and the Innate Mosquito’s figure twisted, transforming from human form back into mosquito form. Then he shook his hand once more, and the Innate Mosquito actually began to continually shrink.

In the end, Zhang Chen stretched out his hand and the Innate Mosquito turned into a black mosquito the size of a grain of rice, falling into Zhang Chen’s hand and confined within his palm, flitting about like a headless fly.

"What method is this!" the Innate Mosquito cried out in shock.

Zhang Chen ignored the Innate Mosquito’s shouts. The next instant, the God-Beating Whip flew out directly, turning into a streak of flowing light that landed on the Innate Mosquito’s body. The next moment, the Innate Mosquito’s soul was directly lashed out of his body by the God-Beating Whip. Although hiding in the Underworld had slowed the rate at which his Essence, Qi, and Spirit were dissipating, his strength had still fallen to the Twelfth Tier. Though he still possessed a cultivation realm surpassing the Twelfth Tier, he was unable to bring out even a fraction of it.

The God-Beating Whip was tyrannical and peerless. A light flick of the whip sent the other party’s soul flying out. Then Zhang Chen’s Golden Finger Soul Hooking and Soul Stealing skill activated, directly marking the other party.

After that, Zhang Chen put away the God-Beating Whip and allowed the other party’s soul to fly back into his body. The Innate Mosquito stared at Zhang Chen in terror. He had already sensed that something was wrong: it seemed that some unclean thing had mixed into his soul, a chain linking him and the person before him together in some unseen way.

"What did you do to me? What the hell is this thing?" The Innate Mosquito glared angrily at Zhang Chen, his eyes full of fear. He tried to use his methods to expel the mark branded onto his True Spirit, but it was all in vain. He could do nothing to that mark.

Zhang Chen stared at the Innate Mosquito and gave a cold snort. "Beast, do you want to die, or do you want to live?"

Hearing this, the Innate Mosquito looked at Zhang Chen in utter terror. Although he had lived for countless years, he still wanted to go on living. Otherwise, why would he have hidden in the Underworld, clinging miserably to life?

But he felt so aggrieved in his heart. To think that he, a mighty expert of the Daluo Realm, with one foot stepped into the Primordial Realm, had actually been trampled on by a junior who hadn’t even achieved the Immortal Dao. The frustration in his heart was about to explode. What else could he say? One can only sigh that when fortune comes, Heaven and Earth lend their strength; when fortune departs, heroes have no freedom.

Their era already belonged to the past. What could he do? He was nothing more than an ant struggling bitterly to survive.

When the era is wrong, whatever you do is wrong!

"What do you want to do?" The Innate Mosquito stiffened its neck and responded, its attitude very tough, though in Zhang Chen’s eyes, there was always a hint of bluster covering weakness.

"Submit to me, and I can help you survive in this era." Zhang Chen replied.

"Help me survive in this era? Just you? Something that countless Supremes couldn’t accomplish, and you, a mere ant, dare boast so shamelessly?" The Innate Mosquito’s voice was full of derision, as if mocking Zhang Chen’s overestimating himself.

However, Zhang Chen didn’t laugh. He simply revealed the aura of his Heaven-Reaching Jianmu and the aura of the Peach Tree, and then the Innate Mosquito’s laughter cut off like a rooster being strangled by the neck, unable to laugh in the slightest.

"Heaven-Reaching Jianmu!!!! How do you have the Heaven-Reaching Jianmu!!!! That is a divine tree that took root and sprouted in Chaos, a legendary existence. Back in the day, countless supreme powerhouses tried to find this divine wood and all returned empty-handed. How could it be in your hands?" The Innate Mosquito’s voice was filled with shock.

Then it looked at the Peach Tree. Even the Queen Mother of the West’s Peach Tree had been taken into this brat’s pocket, and the key point was that this brat had actually kept the Peach Tree alive. Didn’t that mean that if it defected to him, it could have endless Peaches of Immortality to eat in the future and extend its Vitality?

Even if things turned bad later, it could still preserve its old life!

So after sensing the Qi Mechanism within Zhang Chen’s soul, the Innate Mosquito could no longer keep up its tough attitude. Its eyes stared blankly at Zhang Chen, and it twisted and squirmed, unable to put aside its pride to utter words of submission.

Who was it?

An existence of the Daluo Realm, submit to an ant? If word got out, others would laugh their teeth out.

"I can pretend to submit to him, then secretly use some means to kill him. When the time comes, I’ll seize his Peach Tree and Heaven-Reaching Jianmu, and this old ancestor will be able to safely get through the calamity." A sly glint flashed in the Innate Mosquito’s eyes.

"Submission or death, make your choice." Zhang Chen looked down at the Great Freedom Celestial Demon.

"Having me submit to you isn’t impossible, but you’ll have to return my proboscis to me." The Innate Mosquito提出 its condition.

Half of its abilities lay in that proboscis. Without it, right now it was just a pitiful thing at the mercy of others’ blows.

"You want your proboscis back? That depends on your performance from now on. If you perform to my satisfaction, returning this proboscis to you won’t be out of the question." Zhang Chen’s palm slowly closed as flames flowed along his five fingers, the power of the Heaven-Opening Fire Spirit leaking out and scorching:

"If you dare to提出 terms again, I’ll refine you on the spot."

If not for the fact that Zhang Chen felt he needed a helper, he would have slapped the Innate Mosquito to death long ago.

"That’s Heaven-Opening Divine Fire!!! Move it farther away, this old ancestor is willing to submit!" Of all things, mosquitoes feared the scorching of flames the most. At this moment, feeling the terrifying power of the Heaven-Opening Divine Fire, the Innate Mosquito panicked instantly, hurriedly speaking up and repeatedly shouting, urging the flames to move farther away.

Seeing the Innate Mosquito submit, Zhang Chen smiled in satisfaction. The other party’s soul had been marked by him, and with the power of the Six-Word True Mantra Seal besides, he wasn’t afraid of this old thing playing any tricks.

"You know what’s good for you." Zhang Chen loosened his palm, letting the Innate Mosquito fly out and land on the small boat, where it turned into a black-robed figure. The other party looked at Zhang Chen in shocked uncertainty:

"It’s only been a few short years, how have you mastered such inconceivable methods?"

Hearing the Innate Mosquito’s words, Zhang Chen didn’t answer, but instead asked, "Let me ask you, what happened to that black-robed man from before?"

"You mean that Black Wuchang? I suppressed his True Spirit long ago." The Innate Mosquito smiled proudly.

"Black Wuchang?" There was doubt in Zhang Chen’s tone.

"Back in the day, in the Underworld, there was a mysterious organization called the Underworld. The Underworld had the Black and White Wuchang envoys, specializing in Soul Hooking and Soul Stealing of living beings’ souls in the Mortal World. Later, when Heaven and Earth changed greatly, that Black Wuchang abolished his own martial arts, cut down his cultivation, refined the waters of the Wangchuan River, and became the river god of the Wangchuan River, relying on the river water to cling to life. Who knew the bastard would run into me—bad luck for him—becoming this old ancestor’s nourishment, letting this old ancestor endure a while longer. It’s said that this fellow also established a family in the Mortal World, intending to extend his bloodline and harvest faith and bloodline power, so his Divine Position wouldn’t fall. In fact, the old brat really did succeed; he’s actually lived this long. With his methods, living another several hundred thousand years shouldn’t be difficult." The Innate Mosquito said.

Hearing this, the smile on Zhang Chen’s face froze, and a look of unsettled suspicion flashed in his eyes. Without changing his expression, he said, "So he’s still laying out plans in the Mortal World—that is quite strange. I also come from the Mortal World. Do you know the name of his family there?"

A vague sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Zhang Chen’s heart. Thinking of the Zhang Family’s bloodline, could it really be that much of a coincidence?