Chapter 922 - 282: Magical Girl Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor Descend!

The flames surged like the tide, instantly melting the Demonic Puppets blocking the road, cleaving open a path like the dawning of the world!

"Flame Split, Wave-Devouring Ruler! Cyan Cloud Ancestor, Magical Girl Flame Emperor!"

"The Flame Emperor too?"

"The, the records say the Flame Emperor’s features are delicate, brows and eyes clear, looks gentle, skin fair like a girl, hands long and slender like a woman’s, figure upright and slim..."

Yet before the words were finished, the Flame Emperor above dispersed, and another figure appeared, draped in a pitch-black long robe, holding the Thunder Emperor’s Staff blazing with ten thousand bolts of lightning, slowly manifesting, radiating the majesty of a sovereign overlord!

He lifted his hand slightly, and a gigantic palm fell, smashing all the Demonic Puppets to the ground.

"Magical Girl Martial Ancestor!"

"This counts too?"

"They, they’re all holding Magic Wands already!"

"That’s enough already!"

As the words fell, a golden giant foot stepped down out of the void with a sudden crash!

It swept everything around flat; the forest that had stood there was turned into a barren, level plain in an instant.

The Cyan Flower Puppet could no longer rise!

Everyone’s eyelids twitched, even Qianzhen Cao and Yu Mo couldn’t help exclaiming in awe.

Worthy of the Sect Master—this terrifying even without transforming, summoning the power of the Magical Girl Ancestors in a way beyond imagination!

The rest were all cowed by Jiang Si’s barrage of Dharma Aspects, staring dumbly, unable to speak!

Amid the billowing dust, Jiang Si burst out laughing, bold and wildly unrestrained.

They heard him suddenly chant:

"Ancient Earth Immortals drift away with the wind, in days of yore three nets returned to green mounds! Who among men has no regrets at Yang Pass? Let the dust roll back and vie for hegemony once more!"

Qianzhen Cao immediately shouted, "This is bad, he’s going to recite poetry—everyone cover your ears!"

They saw the phantom of the Dragon Blood Warrior merge into his body, dragon wings unfurling from Jiang Si’s back, and a single line stretching far off into the distance!

"In one bamboo cloak I face mist and rain, living my life as I please. Defying heaven I walk alone, ever at ease. Today I’ll spread my wings and depart for now; tomorrow as an Immortal I’ll cry across the Nine Heavens!"

"Everyone, until we meet again! When I break through the realm, I’ll come seek you for an explanation!"

The dragon wings beat; a beam of light like a startling swan arc ripped through the sky. Jiang Si’s body within the beam turned into a single afterimage, moving so fast it seemed to tear space itself!

Immortal Law—Ten Thousand Feet, One Line!

By the time everyone reacted, only a streaked afterimage remained in the sky, along with the few Alices left behind!

Out on the desolate wasteland beyond Beihai, only scorched earth and scattered smoke remained, utter dead silence!

Qianzhen Cao and Yu Mo both let out a long breath.

Finally sent him off!

This mission was really too hard; who would have thought it could twist and turn so many times and become this troublesome.

Boss, don’t you come back again...

"He left a line—we need to hurry and chase!"

Down below, Iris suddenly jumped up. "We can’t let him go!"

"No need, no need!"

Qianzhen Cao and Yu Mo were both startled; the two of them rushed to stop her. "That line is just a Blinding Technique, in reality once the man leaves it disappears!"

Cyan Simurgh pressed down her friend as well. "Don’t stir things up; the Cyan Cloud Sect has its own arrangements."

Iris instantly drooped her head. "Just a few days and you’re not on my side anymore, your elbow’s bending outwards. Cyan Simurgh, you and I are no longer the world’s number-one besties..."

"Quit it."

"I want cake, or I’ll keep making trouble."

"At most one ice cream."

"Two."

"Deal."

Iris immediately hugged Cyan Simurgh. "Heh heh, I knew we were still the world’s number-one besties..."

Watching Cyan Simurgh soothe Iris, Qianzhen Cao and Yu Mo both snorted coldly, then quietly left with a pile of puppets that had turned back into fufu and the bewildered Alices.

On the road they gazed from afar in the direction the Sect Leader had departed.

Both of them showed a smile.

With acting this perfect, the Sect Leader is definitely going to praise me when he comes back!

...

Jiang Si only stopped once he had flown far enough to be truly safe.

He looked back; seeing no one in pursuit, he pressed a hand to his chest and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Since Ten Thousand Feet, One Line as an Escape Technique required burning blood essence, Jiang Si had forcibly driven out a mouthful of blood to pay the price of Ten Thousand Feet, One Line.

So as not to harm his own foundation.

Going to Qianzhen Cao and Yu Mo was really too much to ask; those two idiots can’t act at all. If not for one question from the Cyan Flower God, this whole casting scam would’ve been hard to wrap up.

If I’d known, I would have had Bai Mei come...

When I get back I need Twin and Susan to give them a lesson.

Acting is important, you know.

Stepping onto a reef out at sea, Jiang Si planned to rest a bit before going to find the Prince of the Mirror Country.

But then he saw the sky before him slowly rip open.

A pair of delicate white little boots stepped out, landing on the reef; then, wearing a black, splendid and gorgeous long dress, crowned, the white-haired, red-eyed Prince slowly walked out of the rift.

The sea wind brushed her hair, strands flying in the gale; her crimson pupils were like the last streak of sunset sliding beneath the horizon, warm and mellow.

As if carrying the sweet scent of fruit; when her gaze flowed, it was like the afterglow spilling from her eyes, falling onto Jiang Si, leaving a lingering warmth that set one at ease.

"This is very close to Beihai," Jiang Si remarked lightly. "Too dangerous."

As the words fell, the Prince quietly wrapped him in a hug.

Just like her gaze, her body heat was like dusk—gentle, soft, seeping into the heart.

Her fingers clenched tight at his back, as if wanting to seize his heart.

"Welcome home, Jiang Si."

Like lovers murmuring into each other’s ears, her breath traced along his earlobe, spreading into the ear canal, stirring a ticklish sensation.

Jiang Si took a deep breath, his body faintly trembling.

This posture.

To hold back and not slug her once.

Was really, unbearably difficult...

Flaws everywhere!