Chapter 664 - 354: Setting Out to Kill Meng Qiewei

Chapter 664: Chapter 354: Setting Out to Kill Meng Qiewei

Song Qing couldn’t understand Mr. Bai’s words, but he had a feeling that something bad was about to happen. This was especially true when he recalled what had happened earlier; Mr. Bai seemed intent on killing someone.

He looked up at the man and asked, "Are you targeting our boss, Mr. Bai?"

"Not exactly, but close enough." Mr. Bai looked at Song Qing, a smile playing on his lips. "Though my target isn’t your boss himself, targeting his Dao companion amounts to the same thing.

"There is bad blood between us, but hatred alone wouldn’t make me hold a grudge for this long.

"More than anything, it’s my contempt and abhorrence for the Ji family.

"The Ji family—a clan with a legacy stretching back countless eras—did something that made me want to exterminate their entire bloodline.

"Sometimes I feel the heavens are unfair. Why do all the blessings fall to the Ji family?

"Why couldn’t it be my Bai family?"

"What did they do?" Song Qing asked curiously.

Mr. Bai just smiled, saying nothing. He tore off a piece of flatbread, popped it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

After a moment, he said, "Once I leave, I’m afraid things won’t be peaceful here for you either. You have many opportunities—ones ordinary people could never hope to achieve—but danger follows them like a shadow.

"Especially for you. Working for your boss carries far greater risks than you might anticipate."

"Will I be reported again?" Song Qing asked.

Mr. Bai said softly, "You will. But you should count yourself lucky that some people had the foresight to report you first. Otherwise, you would have already been locked away somewhere, enduring brutal torture."

Hearing this, Song Qing paused. Filled with confusion, he asked, "Are you talking about the time I was reported before? Logically, my boss would have bailed me out."

Mr. Bai smiled and nodded. "That’s true, but the problem is that your boss is rarely in the Sect. How would you let him know you were in trouble?"

Song Qing was rendered speechless. He opened his mouth, closed it, and finally said after a while, "So sometimes, getting arrested is actually a good thing?"

Mr. Bai didn’t answer. Instead, he picked up his bowl and drank the last mouthful of soy milk.

CLACK. The bottom of the bowl hit the table, making a crisp sound. "You need to be careful from now on. But with that white fox around, there shouldn’t be any major problems in the short term. The rest will depend on your boss. I also need to make some preparations to send your boss’s wife back to her hometown.

"It’s a pity I can’t stay here to see what happens to you all."

Song Qing was puzzled. "Are the affairs of nobodies like us really that interesting?"

"Haven’t you ever watched ants foraging?" Mr. Bai replied with a smile.

With a flip of his wrist, several Spiritual Sources appeared in his hand. He placed them gently on the table and turned to walk out the door. When he reached the doorway, he looked back and added, "Remind your friends not to do anything completely out of character lately. It’s an easy way to invite trouble."

Song Qing didn’t understand, but he knew Mr. Bai was absolutely not an ordinary person. Therefore, he memorized these words and later passed them on to the others.

After finishing all this, Song Qing approached the white fox, squatted down, and asked, "What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it for you."

The white fox glanced at him and otherwise ignored him. A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator didn’t even have the qualifications to be her slave.

Nevertheless, Song Qing still bought her a variety of food. Eventually, he discovered that she liked eating Spirit Fruits. He had no choice but to spend his own salary to provide for her. He could only hope that, just as Mr. Bai had said, the fox could protect the flatbread shop a few times.

Jiang Man was engaged in Sword Flight. It wasn’t long before he put away his Spirit Sword and switched to treading on air. The Spiritual Power beneath his feet solidified, and every step he took kicked up a faint, rippling circle. It wasn’t because his speed was lacking; rather, his Spirit Sword couldn’t withstand him operating at full power. If he continued, the Spirit Sword would be ruined. The wear and tear was too great.

He finally understood why cultivators with profound Cultivation preferred treading on air. Spirit Swords simply couldn’t handle the strain. Treading on air was actually faster and far more practical.

"Your Spirit Sword can’t handle it?" Shen Yao flew past him on her own sword, her voice tinged with surprise. A trace of pity seemed to flash in her eyes, as if she were wondering how his Spirit Sword could already be failing when he merely possessed Primordial Spirit Cultivation.

Jiang Man ignored her. However, he was somewhat puzzled as to why this Immortal hadn’t just brought them over directly, instead insisting on matching their speed.

The middle-aged man seemed to see through Jiang Man’s doubts and explained, "The speed of a Primordial Spirit won’t trigger her array."

Jiang Man was astonished. Would any speed surpassing the Primordial Spirit stage be detected? It seemed their opponent had laid down many countermeasures in the vicinity.

"Senior, are you sure the person is here?" Jiang Man asked.

"No," the middle-aged man shook his head. "But we must be wary of every possibility."

Jiang Man didn’t ask anything else.

Seven days later.

They crossed the Endless Sea Domain and arrived in an unusually tranquil sea area. The surface of the water was as smooth as a mirror, without a single ripple. Ahead lay a shroud of mist. The vast expanse of white fog stood like a wall, enclosing the inner sea area and making it impossible to see what lay within.

"We’re here," the middle-aged man said, standing on air as he looked toward the mist. "Once inside, your emotions will be provoked. You must steady your Heart Spirits and guard your true nature, otherwise you will easily lose yourselves in the fog."

As he spoke, he raised his hand. Four golden Dharma Seals condensed at his fingertips and shot toward the four of them.

"If you lose yourselves, the Dharma Seals will lead you out. After that, crush your tokens and return to the archipelago." The middle-aged man looked at the four of them with a solemn expression. "If all four of you fail, then this mission will essentially end in failure.

"I cannot enter the true core. The only thing I can do is draw away the threats for you."

As his voice faded, the Dharma Seals sank into the space between their eyebrows.

Shen Yao asked, "Senior, can’t you just guard our Heart Spirits for us directly?"

The middle-aged man looked at her and said calmly, "No. The more methods I use, the more disadvantageous it will be for you. Many of these things are set up deliberately by our opponent."