Chapter 140: Which Sect to Ruin... I Mean, Infiltrate First?

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Which Sect to Ruin... I Mean, Infiltrate First?

Taboo.

Anomaly.

Ominous.

Su Yi seemed to have some connection to them, yet she didn’t belong to any of these categories of existence. At the same time, Su Han couldn’t help but be a little curious... Which of these three categories of existence was that great-grandmother?

Hmm... An Evil God wouldn’t care about feelings, much less about descendants. So... great-grandmother was very likely a Taboo existence, right?

If great-grandmother was a Taboo existence, then the bastard... PFFT, PFFT, PFFT, the ancestor she mentioned should also be a Taboo existence. He just wondered what rank great-grandmother and the ancestor held among the Taboos.

Judging from the ruins left behind by the Second Taboo, it seemed there was a ranking system among the Taboos. With these thoughts in mind, Su Han posed this question to Su Yi.

"There is a ranking among the Taboos, isn’t there?"

Su Yi nodded.

"Then... is there a specific number of Taboo existences?"

"Nine."

After answering blithely, Su Yi hesitated, then shook her head. "Eight."

Nine? Eight? Why was the second answer one less than the first?

Su Han deduced that there should have originally been nine, but due to some reason he currently didn’t know, only eight remained. Then... who was the missing one? Was it her? That would verify his previous speculation. Was it the ancestor his great-grandmother had spoken of—the one she refused to believe was truly dead, the one she was trying everything to force out of his coffin? Or... was it the Second Taboo, who had left behind a ruin that had been completely hollowed out by his own ancestor and his parents?

There were too few clues to make a proper deduction. Putting this thought aside for now, Su Han asked again, "Then... what about Anomalies?"

"Twelve."

"Twelve?" Su Han nodded. Based on the principle that fewer meant more precious, these Anomalies couldn’t compare to the Taboos. There were several more of them, making them slightly less impressive.

"What about Ominous existences?"

Su Yi thought for a moment, counted on her fingers, then looked up at Su Han and shook her head.

Looking at her counting on her fingers and seeing the innocence in her eyes, Su Han was completely stunned. His heart and mind were filled with only two words: "So cute!" At the same time, he became faintly more certain of some of his speculations. There seemed to be... some issues with Su Yi. Otherwise, he truly couldn’t understand why an existence capable of making the heavens cry would be so... well, approachable.

Having asked everything he wanted to ask, Su Han simply packed his belongings, and the two left the room together. Outside the door, Su Xiao’Er was leaning against a large tree, waiting. Seeing the two come out, he quickly snapped to attention with a smile on his face.

"Crown Prince, are we setting off now?"

Su Han nodded. "Let’s go. We’ll head back to Lingzhou first."

Originally, he hadn’t planned on bringing Su Xiao’Er along. However, considering he had a slight... defect when it came to his sense of direction, Su Han ultimately decided not to leave him behind.

The flight to the Imperial City had taken over an hour, but the trip back took only the blink of an eye. After all, as his home base, Prince Jing’s Residence was practically stuffed full of spatial coordinates he had set up. The existence of the Distanceless Skill allowed him to return in a single thought, even from the Imperial City.

Upon returning to Lingzhou, he first disguised himself as Guo Jing and paid a visit to the Beggar Gang’s Lingzhou Sub-Branch to find the old beggar, Hong Qi. He briefly explained the matter of his faked death, then gave instructions regarding their cooperation with the Jing Country’s royal family to screen worthy Beggar Gang disciples and use Enhancing Potions to rapidly cultivate the true strength of the Beggar Gang. He detailed how much contribution one would need to make to the gang to earn subsequent Enhancing Potions, and stipulated that any disciple wanting the potion must first reach the beginner level in the Cultivation Technique he had passed down. With these measures in place, the Beggar Gang would be able to rapidly develop a formidable force that was fiercely loyal to him, with absolutely no possibility of betrayal.

After finishing the arrangements, Su Han returned to Prince Jing’s Residence, only to find the entire estate shrouded in a heavy atmosphere of grief. Even his father and mother, who knew his death was faked, looked dispirited and solemn.

"Little Han, you have been by your mother’s side for sixteen years and have never traveled far from home alone.

"This first long journey will take you all the way to the Central State, millions of miles away. Who knows how long it will be before you return..."

During their farewell, the Princess Consort rubbed Su Han’s face. As she spoke, her eyes grew red.

Prince Jing also forced down the tremor in his voice. Looking at Su Han, he said in a low tone, "Han, you must take good care of yourself out there. If you run into any trouble you can’t resolve, send word home..."

Seeing his parents acting as if they were parting forever, Su Han felt a bit bewildered. What was going on here? Wasn’t he alive? Why were his father and mother acting like they were attending his funeral?

"AHEM... Father, Mother, did you forget... I can recall... I mean, I have a method to teleport instantly?

"Even if I’m in the Central State, popping back home for a meal every three to five days wouldn’t be a problem at all.

"In fact, if I wanted to, coming back before dark to sleep and setting off again at dawn wouldn’t be an issue."

Prince Jing was speechless.

The Princess Consort was speechless.

Upon hearing Su Han’s words, the sorrowful expressions on Prince Jing and the Princess Consort’s faces vanished simultaneously. They exchanged a look.

"That’s right, then what on earth are we so sad for!" The Princess Consort’s small hand crept up and grabbed Su Han’s ear. "It’s all because of you, you unfilial son! Of all things to pretend to be, you just had to fake your own death. You made your mother bury you once already, and I accidentally got too deep into character!"

Watching his wife pinch their beloved son’s ear, Prince Jing stood to the side, his face filled with heartache as he repeatedly tried to persuade her to stop. "Pinch him for my share too!"

Su Han was speechless.

After bidding farewell to Prince Jing and the Princess Consort, Su Han disguised himself as Guo Jing. He also gave Su Xiao’Er a new, rather smarmy-looking square face. The three of them made their way out of the city and arrived at the stronghold left behind by the Celestial Demon Sect in the suburbs. Standing outside the Celestial Demon Sect’s stronghold, Su Han took out a Communication Jade Talisman and injected his Spiritual Power into it.

In the Northern Domain of the Central State, at the back mountain of the Celestial Essence Peak, one of the Inner Sect Seven Peaks of the Celestial Demon Sect.

Having just sparred with his girlfriend, Zhao Yang lay resting on the grass, his forehead still slick with sweat. He looked at Lu Feifei lying beside him and was just about to say something when he felt a certain jade talisman inside his Storage Ring vibrate slightly. His expression changing, Zhao Yang swallowed his words and quickly took out the glowing jade talisman, injecting his Spiritual Power to connect the transmission.

"Elder Guo, what are your orders?"

"I have matters to attend to in the Central State. My Beggar Gang has not constructed an Intercontinental Teleportation Array in the Northern Domain, so may I borrow the Celestial Demon Sect’s Intercontinental Teleportation Array?"

Hearing Elder Guo’s request, Zhao Yang instinctively wanted to agree. The words reached his lips before he remembered this wasn’t something he could decide on his own. He immediately said, somewhat sheepishly and apologetically, "Well... Elder Guo, this is not something I can decide alone. Could you wait for me to report this to the sect elders?

"Though I am confident the sect will absolutely not refuse."

Su Han nodded. "That’s fine. Be quick about it."

Cutting the transmission, Zhao Yang didn’t care about his disheveled appearance from the recent spar. He put away the jade talisman and dashed down the mountain like a wisp of smoke. If she hadn’t clearly heard his side of the conversation, Lu Feifei would have suspected he was rushing off to a secret rendezvous with some little lover.

On the other end, Su Han wasn’t the least bit worried about whether the Celestial Demon Sect would agree to his request. Putting away the Communication Jade Talisman, he pinched his chin and thought for a moment. He turned to look at Su Xiao’Er, shook his head, and then looked at Su Yi.

"Tell me... of the Seven Great Sects, which one should we wreck... PFFT, PFFT, PFFT, which one should we infiltrate first?"