Genius Daddy in the City

For Yuan Qitai and the other three, Luo Shuiyao and the rest did not not ask any questions about them. They just treated it as a small interlude, as they could see their cultivation base at a glance. They were not worthy of their attention at all.

Ye Chen asked, “When are we boarding?”

“Wait!”

Tang Yiming squinted and said, “There are too many people now. If we rush forward, we will only attract resentment. We have to wait until everyone is here and let them exhaust themselves.”

Although they were all from Shang Santian, and their battle prowess could crush the mortal world, there were too many people before them. If they were jealous of the netherworld tokens in their hands, they would not be able to handle it when they swarmed over.

Moreover, China was rich in resources and talents. No one could guarantee that there were no hidden geniuses among them. After all, Ye Chen was a genius who stood out from the secular world.

As they were talking, there was a commotion in the distance.

Following that, an old monk dressed in linen clothes stepped on a reed and crossed over from the upper reaches of the river. The old monk held a prayer bead in his hand and his face looked extremely old.

“Crossing the river on a reed, he’s Master Yizhen of Qingzhen Temple!”

“What? He’s here too!”

“…”

Shocked cries could be heard from the crowd. Clearly, they were shocked by the old monk’s identity. There were even people who quickly went to welcome him.

“Amitabha!”

The old monk walked on the waves and exuded an extreme death aura. He looked at the ghost ship at a distance and said with compassion, “The great calamity that happens once every 20 years has descended once again. This old monk is only trying to solve the mystery of the ghost ship!”

“Master Yizhen, you’ve reached the end of your lifespan. Why do you have to put yourself in danger?”

“That’s right, master. As an eminent monk of the north, you represent the faith of the monks in the north. If anything happens to you, what should we do about Northern Buddhism?”

“…”

In the face of everyone’s persuasion, the old monk’s expression remained the same. He said calmly, “Bodhisattva Kṣitigarbha once made a great wish. He swore that he would not become a Buddha unless hell was empty. Although I’m not as dignified as Ksitigarbha, I’m willing to give up my body!”

Right at this moment, a figure swiftly flashed over from afar. Surprisingly, it was an old man in azure clothes who held a horsetail whisk in his hand.

“It’s old Celestial Master Zhang Wuming from Mount Longhu!”

“He has always been brooding over this, and he still doesn’t want to miss this chance!”

“…”

In just a few minutes, experienced powerhouses arrived one after another. Most of them were from the older generation of the Chinese cultivation world.

As a cold voice rang out, a black shadow rolled over from the distance like a dark cloud. When the dark cloud descended, it was actually a blonde, blue-eyed elder wearing a black cloak.

The old man studied the crowd, licked his lips, and grinned wickedly, “Tsk tsk, it’s so exciting tonight. How could I, Bruce, miss it!”

“The Blood Clan!”

Someone’s expression changed as he recognized him on the spot, “He’s actually a Blood Clan from the west. From the looks of it, he must be a marquis!”

The hierarchy of the western Blood Clan was that of a marquis, duke, earl, viscount and baron. Although it was not as complicated as the eastern ones, it was extremely ancient. Each level represented respect and inferiority.

A marquis-rank Blood Clan was equivalent to a martial venerable.

Zhang Wuming, the old Celestial Master from Mount Longhu, flung his horsetail whisk and said with a cold snort, “The Blood Clan from the west dares to step into China? Aren’t you afraid that we’ll kill you here?”

Bruce smirked coldly, “We’re competing in numbers, are we?”

At the next moment, more than ten figures with powerful auras rushed over from the distant night and landed next to Bruce within a blink of an eye. They were all Western powerhouses.

“That’s the Fire Emperor!”

“Titan is here too!”

“And the Thunder God from America!”

“…”

At that moment, countless Chinese cultivators were shocked. They did not expect that the west had been paying attention to the ghost ship. Furthermore, many world-class giants had come this time. Although they were few in number, their combat power was terrifying.

A blonde woman slowly walked out from behind Bruce. She looked at everyone with her captivating eyes, “Everyone, we are all here for the ghost ship. Why don’t we put our grudges aside first?”

“It’s Yu Luosha from ancient Egypt!”

Before everyone could recover from their shock, another handsome man stepped forward, “That’s right. The ghost ship is about to return. If we fight now, the battle will take a while before we can decide who the winner is.”

As he spoke, lightning flashed across his eyes.

“It’s the Thunder God Thor!”

No matter how much the Celestial Master of Mount Longhu disliked Bruce and the rest, his expression changed at this moment. The other party had brought so many world-class giants at once. None of them were weaker than him.

“Fellow Zhang!”

An old Chinese man wielding a longsword stood against the wind and said slowly, “The ghost ship is extremely dangerous and extremely strange. It is not something that these Western barbarians can easily touch. We will ignore them for now.”

At this point, his turbid gaze swept across the surroundings. Suddenly, he shouted, “Everyone from Shang Santian, it’s time for you to show. The return of the ghost ship is imminent. It’s time for you to use the netherworld token.”

Following his words, the entire shore of Wu River instantly became quiet. Countless gazes looked around, obviously looking for Shang Santian that the old man with the sword had mentioned.

“Hmph!”

“Do you think you bunch of useless things are worthy of ordering us around?”

A cold harrumph was heard.

Under everyone’s gaze, several figures landed on the shore instantly. Leading them was a young man with a gentle face.

It was Xiao Yuanjing and the rest.

A Martial Dao master who relied on his status flew into a rage. He looked at Bai Shaoyu with killing intent, “What did you say? How dare you call us useless things!”

Bai Shaoyu looked at him with extreme contempt, “Kill him!”

A figure instantly shot out from behind him, and before the person who spoke could even react, he was crushed into a ball of bloody mist on the spot.

The entire process was completed within a blink of an eye.

It was extremely straightforward!

There was dead silence!

Bai Shaoyu said with a plastic smile, “Who else is unconvinced?”

No one dared to speak. The reason being no matter how vengeful they were, they knew that the strength of these young men who had suddenly appeared before them were beyond their imagination.

Even the old man was no exception.

“Let’s go, we’ll go out too, so we don’t have to watch some people show off!”

Luo Shuiyao smirked coldly and led everyone over.

Boom…

Right at this moment, a wave of surging sounds suddenly sounded from upstream of the river, and then a white-haired young man stood proudly on the surface of the river with his hands behind his back.

The young man wore white clothes, and a wave of water that was around 10 meters wide appeared beneath his feet. The wave of water carried him forward with extreme speed.

When he saw who it was, Xiao Yuanjing, who had a calm expression on his face, could not help but turn gloomy. His eyes were filled with killing intent, “Shi Qianhan!”

Even the expressions of Bai Shaoyu, Luo Tianya, and the rest froze.

The reason being it was Shi Qianhan of the Demonic Dao!

A peerless genius with a notorious reputation but deep in emotions. This person rose to fame in Shang Santian. When his fame peaked, even Luo Tianya, Xiao Yuanjing, and the rest had yet to be born yet!

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Ye Chen’s lips, “You’re finally here…”