Chapter 703 - 700: The Public Enemy

Chapter 703: Chapter 700: The Public Enemy

At Xia Hao’s words, Jiang Jichen became the center of everyone’s attention.

After all, every person who dared to come here was a cultivator at or above the Saint Second Realm.

The Saint First Realm was far too rare here.

Jiang Jichen was one such person, which naturally earned him the scorn of many.

Jiang Jichen watched Xia Hao walk up to him and sighed faintly. "Last time, I only gave you a sound thrashing and was kind enough to spare your life. I didn’t expect you to serve yourself up on a platter this time. It’s just a shame that fighting is forbidden here, allowing a minor Eighth Layer of Saint Realm cultivator like you to escape with your life. What a pity!"

Hearing Jiang Jichen’s brazen boast, everyone in the room froze, thinking they had misheard.

How was that possible?

A cultivator at the Saint First Realm claimed he spared the life of a genius at the Eighth Layer of Saint Realm?

This... they simply couldn’t believe it.

But Xia Hao’s voice boomed like a roar. "You resorted to dirty tricks! If a Supreme Realm expert hadn’t injured me, you think you could have thrashed me? Dream on!"

"Now, I could swat a piece of trash like you dead with a flip of my hand."

"And another thing—you are utterly unworthy of possessing the Star River Divine Stone."

Xia Hao’s words sent another shockwave through the crowd.

Whether Xia Hao had been ambushed or not, the fact remained that he had been thrashed by this unfamiliar young man at the Saint First Realm.

And on top of that, this kid actually had a Venerable Divine Material, the Star River Divine Stone... This...

In that instant, everyone swallowed hard, their hearts stirring with greed.

’A cultivator at the Saint First Realm with a Star River Divine Stone? It goes without saying, anyone could just snatch it from him with ease.’

At this moment, even Wan Shan and the others beside Jiang Jichen had a glint in their eyes.

Jiang Jichen’s expression flickered. He hadn’t expected this Xia Hao to be so insidious, directly exposing his possession of the Star River Divine Stone to make him an enemy of all.

Now that they saw he only had the cultivation of the Saint First Realm, he feared that anyone and everyone present wanted to rob him.

The only thing stopping them was the prohibition against fighting in this place. Otherwise, the crowd would have swarmed him, vying to be the first to attack.

Luoo Xiaoshuang, standing beside Jiang Jichen, was now worried for him.

’Xia Hao’s intentions were truly wicked!’

"Boy, my grandson Golden Dragon also died at your hands. The moment you step out of Wanjue Town, I will personally slaughter you."

Just then, another old man walked in, his voice booming with fury.

It was Jin Zhao, the Jin Family Master, an Eighth Layer of Saint Realm cultivator.

’He had just killed the junior, and now the senior had jumped out so quickly.’ Jiang Jichen thought. ’Clearly, this old man wasn’t just here to avenge Golden Dragon; he also wanted to reclaim the Divine Mysterious Ancient Texts.’

Despite being watched with such predatory intent, Jiang Jichen only grew calmer and more composed. In fact, he was already coldly calculating how to turn the tables and kill them all.

’These people were all cultivators at or above the Saint Second Realm. Some were even important young masters from Great Families and Sects. Every single Storage Bag on them was a massive treasure trove.’

Never mind that they were in the Wanjue Inn, where fighting was forbidden.

Even outside, Jiang Jichen had no fear of these people.

Thus, he swept his gaze across the crowd and declared, "In the Valley of Ten Thousand Extremes, I will slaughter anyone with hostile intent."

Jiang Jichen’s aggressive declaration was met with waves of mockery. "Since when did a Saint First Realm cultivator in the Human Realm dare to be so arrogant?"

"Hmph, he only dares to run his mouth in here. The moment he leaves Wanjue Town is the moment he dies."

"Someone like him doesn’t know his own limits, courts death, and spouts nonsense. His death would be no great loss."

...

Roars of laughter filled the main hall. Jiang Jichen’s gaze swept across the room and landed on a man from the Heavenly Dao Realm, a cultivator at the Seventh Level of Saint Realm.

Apparently, he had entered the Human Realm during the period when the Teleportation Array from the Six Paths Illusion Realm had appeared.

This man had never seen Jiang Jichen in the Six Paths Illusion Realm, as he had been in seclusion at the time.

After coming out of seclusion, he had gone straight through the Teleportation Array into the Human Realm.

Upon entering the Human Realm, he successfully passed his tribulation and reached the Seventh Level of Saint Realm.

He had already gathered quite a few followers.

Furthermore, he had joined the Heavenly Dao Sect, an organization established in the Eastern Land by cultivators from the Heavenly Dao Realm!

Their power was immense; among the younger and middle generations, they could practically run rampant across the Eastern Land.

It wasn’t just people from the Heavenly Dao Realm. There were also Undead, Beastmen, Dark Demons, and Asuras, all of whom had entered the Human Realm when the Teleportation Array from the Six Paths Illusion Realm appeared.

This was because the Eastern Land of the Human Realm was the primary battleground for the Great Dao, and nearly all the peerless opportunities were concentrated here.

Therefore, any cultivator who crossed over from the Six Paths Illusion Realm into the Human Realm had gathered in the Eastern Land.

Currently, the Eastern Land was a place of volatile change, a gathering of dragons and tigers where the flames of war burned ceaselessly and great battles never ended.

And as the world continued to undergo its great transformation, the conflict would only intensify.

Jiang Jichen’s gaze fell coldly upon these cultivators from the Otherworlds.

’Back in the Six Paths Illusion Realm, I could have turned them all to dust with a flick of my finger.’

’What a pity. I was still in seclusion back then!’

Faced with Jiang Jichen’s stare, the group of otherworldly cultivators suddenly felt a pressure welling up from the depths of their hearts.

Of course, they would never believe it came from the young Saint First Realm cultivator staring at them.

Jiang Jichen slowly walked into the main hall of the Wanjue Inn. He looked at the cultivators from the Six Paths Realm who had been mocking him and said, "Someone like me? Not only do I not know my own limits, court death, spout nonsense, and my death would be no great loss... I’m also very petty!"

"I’ve memorized all of your faces. When the time comes for me to lop off your heads, I hope... you’ll still be able to laugh."

Jiang Jichen’s voice was chilling.

He was truly angry, his heart heavy with suppression.

’Just because they see I’m at the Saint First Realm, do these people really think they can bully me?’

As the Venerable of the Six Paths Illusion Realm, the Sect Leader of the Luochen Sect, and the overlord of the Southern Continent, he had his own dignity.

He couldn’t fight here, but killing intent was already brewing in his heart.

Hearing Jiang Jichen’s words, the cultivators were furious and about to curse back.

"Cough!"

But at that moment, a soft cough echoed.

Yet it shook the entire hall. The air trembled as a terrifying pressure descended from above.

Even the cultivators in the Supreme Realm felt their bodies sink, as if a mountain had been placed on their backs.

In an instant, the entire room fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Then, an ancient voice spoke up. "It’s so lively in here. But the Ten Thousand Extremes Spirit Tea must be drunk with a calm heart. Why must you all be so agitated? Sit down, drink some tea, and talk nicely, cough..."

At that moment, a stooped, skinny old man with a full head of white hair and plain clothes slowly descended the stairs.

He looked incredibly old and frail, coughing even as he spoke.

But faced with this hunchbacked old man, everyone fell silent, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

"The Hunchbacked Slave of Wanjue Inn!"

From the memories he’d taken from Golden Dragon, Jiang Jichen knew this old man’s identity.

As for his cultivation, no one knew.

They only knew that even a troublemaker at the Supreme Realm had once been casually tossed over a hundred li away by him.