Chapter 188: Take the Pill or Keep Talking—You Choose

“So these six were among the Twenty-Four Young Lords of the Martial World from three hundred years ago. Then the other six must be, too. Looks like all twelve Heavenly Kings are from your world,” Jiang Li sat in the small tower, sipping his tea slowly.
Bai Hongtu provided the tea leaves, the Ruyi Gourd supplied the tea water—Lightning Tribulation Syrup—and Yu Yin handled the brewing. Jiang Li was responsible for drinking.
Very few people knew Yu Yin had a small hobby of brewing tea.
Jiang Li used his Divine Sense to observe King Chaos at the lead, thinking of the system’s task.
【Defeat one of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, “King Chaos,” with the help of local forces.】
Three hundred years ago, King Chaos was only at early Soul Formation Stage. With his current Golden Core Stage, the system’s help, Wulin Alliance Leader Bu Wu, and a few other peak human cultivators, defeating King Chaos was possible.
But that was only a small victory. Back then, the Huan Yu World couldn’t possibly overcome twelve Soul Formation Stage cultivators.
There were four people at the tea table. Abu was trembling as he served tea, under a lot of pressure.
He couldn’t handle Lightning Tribulation Syrup, not even the weakened kind, so Yu Yin used spring water to brew his tea.
The Ruyi Gourd looked enviously at Abu—it also wanted to drink tea made by Yu Yin. But it was just a gourd.
It remembered that the Spirit Herb Sect had once asked about the Demon Beast Transformation Tribulation. It seemed the sect was planning something big…
“Relax, you’re singlehandedly dragging down the average cultivation of our group. No one in the Nine Provinces pulls it down as hard as you,” Bai Hongtu comforted Abu.
He wasn’t lying. There was no one in the Nine Provinces like Abu—a regular person who had never cultivated. Even a random farmer by the roadside could lift a hundred-pound millstone.
Abu trembled even harder.
“I didn’t think the Twelve Heavenly Kings would have such origins,” Abu said quietly, head down. People from their own world had rewritten their own history, even pretending to be gods and Heavenly Kings. He felt ashamed and disgusted on their behalf.
How could people be so shameless!
And beyond that—hatred!
His father had been killed by their own kind. That made Abu loathe the Twelve Heavenly Kings even more!
“Abu, have you thought about what you want to do from here on?” Jiang Li asked.
“From here on…?” Abu looked out the window. His brother was still confronting the six terrifying Kings.
Then it dawned on him. Now that the Kings had left the mystic realm, everything was set. The ones outside would die, and the ones still inside would too.
These terrifying Heavenly Kings were nothing more than six ants in the eyes of these three mighty ones.
“Do you want to go to the Nine Provinces, or stay in your world? Don’t even think about having Brahma Tower establish a stable passage. Your world has great potential for martial cultivation, but it’s still immature. Until it’s developed, it’s best not to come into contact with the Immortal Dao.”
Abu fell silent. It was a very difficult decision. The Nine Provinces were powerful and beautiful, and he’d be taken care of by these great beings—but it wasn’t home.
The Huan Yu World was weak, but it was still growing. His brother was forging a new path in martial cultivation. According to these three, there were realms beyond the Outer Realm. And this world still had his only family.
What was he chasing—power, or the peace of staying by his brother’s side?
The question came too suddenly. He’d never thought about it before.
It felt like a long time passed—or maybe just a second—before Abu slowly raised his head and said firmly, “I want to stay here. Big Brother has been alone for three hundred years. As his younger brother, I have to stand by him.”
Abu couldn’t imagine how his brother had survived these past three hundred years. He was the only one who knew the truth but didn’t dare show his face, didn’t dare say a word, didn’t dare even meet people—for fear they’d call him a monster.
If Abu left now, he might grow stronger, but his brother would return to that same old lonely life.
In the Huan Yu World, only the two of them knew what really happened three hundred years ago.
Abu chose to stay—with his brother.
After saying that, it was as if all the bones in his body vanished. He slumped into his seat.
“Hahaha, stop scaring the kid,” Bai Hongtu chuckled.
“Bu Jing’s potential hasn’t been fully tapped. Give him a little more time and he’ll naturally discover the martial realm equivalent to Fusion Stage. Once the martial system is complete, then a stable passage with the Nine Provinces can be established. That won’t take too long.”
“Speaking of which, that ‘half-step Fusion Stage’ they mentioned is actually quite interesting,” Yu Yin said. The nameless island was remote, but not beyond the Divine Sense range of the three. They heard the Kings’ conversation clearly.
The Nine Provinces only recognized the concept of late Soul Formation, which was just some Soul Formation cultivators trying to sound special.
Half-step Fusion wasn’t hard to understand literally, but the Nine Provinces didn’t have this concept.
Soul Formation was Soul Formation, Fusion was Fusion. If you insert a “half-step Fusion,” do we even invite you to the Nine Provinces Council Meetings?
“Anyone here ever reached half-step Fusion?”
“Nope. Isn’t Fusion Stage something you reach once you get serious? Who needs a halfway point?”
“I just slept and woke up in Fusion Stage. No idea if I passed through that so-called half-step.”
Bai Hongtu and Jiang Li both claimed that breaking through to Fusion was a piece of cake. If Ji Zhi ever found out, he’d be mad jealous.
“I think we could start charging a ‘realm tax.’ Break through one minor realm? Pay up. We’ll divide each major realm into ten stages. Each stage has early, mid, late, perfected, and great perfection. Then beyond that: peak, half-step, transcendence…” Bai Hongtu rambled on.
Jiang Li took out the Ninefold Immortal Pill.
“Take the pill, or keep talking—your choice.”
Bai Hongtu shut up immediately.
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“We are Heavenly Kings from the Upper Realm. What Twenty-Four Young Lords of the Martial World? Never heard of them!” King Chaos flatly denied it.
“Pfft, what bullsht Heavenly Kings, what bullsht Upper Realm—keep polishing that gold plate on your face!” Bu Jing spat.
The six Heavenly Kings were enraged. The Night King stepped forward with a sinister grin. “I killed your father before—today, I’ll wipe out the Bu Clan for good!”
“Qi Baiye! My father once mentored you, you b*stard!” Bu Jing’s eyes turned red. His Outer Realm cultivation erupted as he unleashed the Four Pillars Holding Up the Heavens Technique. His four arms were like bronze columns, swinging with the weight of a thousand tons. The force shook all of Wubu City.
“Pitiful stray dog, barking mad—your rage is useless,” the Night King laughed wildly. He didn’t fear Bu Jing’s fury.
To deal with Bu Jing, there was no need for all six—he alone was enough.
But the moment they clashed, the Night King realized something was wrong. Bu Jing’s strength was terrifying. Even with his half-step Fusion Stage power, his arms were trembling.
How could this be?
How could this be!
Three hundred years of repression and fury exploded in that moment. His father was smeared as a bloodthirsty monster, his mother brutally killed, his younger brother forced to flee to another world. He hid in a chamber, not daring to show his face. That massacre three centuries ago… generations of oblivious people died before forty, even thinking it was normal. And all of this—all of it—was the work of these twelve inhuman beasts!
Every move Bu Jing made carried immense will—not just his own, but the will of the dead from three centuries past.
He would demand justice for the Huan Yu World!
“Kill!”
Bu Jing roared. His moves were refined to perfection—as if all the martial arts he’d studied his whole life had merged into every strike. The Night King couldn’t counter at all. He used the Dao of Dreams to try and put Bu Jing to sleep, but Bu Jing’s fury rendered him immune.
Only then did the Night King realize: the Envoy hadn’t taught them Immortal cultivation techniques. And they’d long abandoned martial arts. These three hundred years had been wasted.
Even at half-step Fusion, the Night King’s body was no match for Bu Jing in close combat!
Bu Jing’s potential exploded. Each move was stronger than the last.
He advanced rapidly in battle—far beyond someone who’d just entered the Outer Realm!
The Night King’s ribs shattered under the blows. He screamed, his tongue bitten off mid-howl.
The people of Wubu City watched, stunned. Even the five other peak human cultivators stared in shock, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Bu Jing truly deserved the title of Martial Dao Master—his combat power exceeded everyone’s imagination!
The remaining five Heavenly Kings realized the tide had turned and all attacked at once.
Bu Jing could beat one crippled half-step Fusion cultivator—but not six.
Yet the moment their attacks landed, some unknown force dissolved them.
They were horrified to find they couldn’t move.
Jiang Li walked out from the small tower, strolling through the void as if walking on solid ground.
Facing the six Kings, he smiled lightly:
“Heh.”