Strongest War Emperor

Shen Lang had come out to find a place to continue his cultivation, but he never expected to see the figure of Celestial Palace City’s "Master of All Things" appear below the cliff.

Without any hesitation, Shen Lang’s figure blurred as he dove down from the cliff.

After reaching the King Martial Realm, Shen Lang’s speed was already unbelievably fast, without needing the help of Spiritual Wings or the Ghost King’s power.

The thousand-foot drop was covered in an instant.

WHOOSH!

In just a few breaths, Shen Lang had appeared at the top of a large tree below.

Landing lightly on the leaves and branches at the treetop, Shen Lang’s gaze swept across the path where the Master of All Things had just been.

But the path, which stretched from the side of the waterfall into the distance, was completely empty. There wasn’t a single soul in sight.

Shen Lang’s vast and majestic Divine Thought radiated outward in all directions.

Now that he had broken through to the King Martial Realm, Shen Lang’s Divine Thought was terrifyingly powerful.

In a single instant, his immense Divine Thought enveloped the entirety of Cangxia Mountain!

Under the cover of Shen Lang’s Divine Thought, every single movement on Cangxia Mountain—down to the leap of an insect or the rolling of a dewdrop—could not escape his notice.

And yet, even under these conditions, the Master of All Things, who had just been walking the path below the cliff, had vanished without a trace, as if he were made of thin air!

’How strange!’

Shen Lang’s eyes narrowed, a trace of astonishment on his face.

With his rational mind, Shen Lang knew it was impossible for this to be a trick of his eyes.

With his Divine Sense now so powerful and his vision capable of piercing the darkness, such an obvious illusion was impossible.

Just then, an agile figure emerged from near the waterfall, running toward Shen Lang.

"Cousin? Cousin! What are you doing out here cultivating too?"

The person running over was none other than Shen Lang’s cousin, Shen Jianfeng.

The guy was drenched in sweat, his hair plastered to his face in strands. It seemed he had been training quite hard.

"Cousin Jianfeng, did you see anyone come from the direction of the waterfall just now?" Shen Lang asked with a faint smile.

Shen Jianfeng let out a strange cackle. "Yeah, I saw some old fortune-teller. That bastard, he said I’d be facing a bloody calamity soon and wanted to give me a Protective Talisman..."

"Where is he? And the Protective Talisman?" Shen Lang’s expression flickered.

Shen Jianfeng laughed arrogantly. "That old swindler said he was giving it to me, but after I took the Protective Talisman, he asked me for two hundred Low Grade Spirit Stones. How could someone as smart as me fall for that? I beat him up and tossed the talisman into the pool at the bottom of the waterfall."

"..." Shen Lang gently slapped his forehead, speechless.

Seeing this, Shen Jianfeng was taken aback. "Cousin, why do you look so pained? Don’t worry, how could an old swindler like that possibly fool me? I didn’t give him a single Spirit Stone!"

"A Protective Talisman without a single shred of Spirit Light, and he wanted two hundred Low Grade Spirit Stones for it? Does he take me for a pig? I’m as sharp as a monkey!"

Shen Lang rolled his eyes, glanced at the distant waterfall, and said, "Cousin, you don’t believe the words of a swindler, but do you believe me?"

Shen Jianfeng’s expression turned serious. "No matter what you say, Cousin, I’ll believe it!"

"Then go to the pool under the waterfall immediately and find that Protective Talisman. If you can’t find it, then don’t even think about entering the Yumu Cave Blessed Land this time... because I’m not sure I can save you from this bloody calamity of yours," Shen Lang said, pointing to the distant waterfall.

"..." Shen Jianfeng never imagined Shen Lang would say such a thing and was momentarily stunned.

Shen Lang ignored the blockhead and, with a flash of movement, dropped onto the path below, darting forward more than a hundred meters along it.

Meanwhile, Shen Jianfeng slapped himself and took off toward the waterfall like a shot to find the Protective Talisman.

’Given the Master of All Things’ speed, it’s impossible for him to have gotten far in just a few breaths.’

A cold smirk appeared on Shen Lang’s lips as he retracted his radiating Divine Thought.

Then, with a slight shift of his eyes, he activated his Silver Eyes of Truth.

The Silver Eyes of Truth see through all illusions, leaving only reality.

Shen Lang began his search from the north, slowly turning his body.

When he turned to the east, the corners of Shen Lang’s mouth curled up, and he almost laughed out loud.

Where there had only been a blue boulder standing before, under the gaze of the Silver Eyes of Truth, the boulder vanished. In its place was the Master of All Things, squatting like a big bear!

Who knows what strange technique the Master of All Things had used to disguise himself as a blue boulder, but it had been so effective that even Shen Lang’s powerful Divine Thought hadn’t detected anything amiss!

Unfortunately for him, there was nowhere to hide from the Silver Eyes of Truth!

Shen Lang slowly rotated his right wrist, gathering a surging gale of power, and thrust a palm forward!

"Cloud-Pushing Palm."

With a soft cry, a fierce Gang Feng erupted. A giant Palm Seal materialized out of thin air and viciously slammed into the Master of All Things’ back!

"AIIIEEE! Heavens above!"

The Master of All Things shrieked as his body flew into the air. With a THUD, he splattered against the cliff face in front of him, spread-eagled.

He slid down a moment later, moaning in pain.

"Elder Gu Feng, you knew I was looking for you, so why did you insist on hiding? Are you that afraid of seeing me?" Shen Lang asked, strolling over leisurely with his hands clasped behind his back.

Gu Feng groaned and scrambled to his feet. "Don’t you youngsters have any respect for your elders? You’re so reckless and heavy-handed! Were you trying to slap me to death or something?"

Shen Lang was speechless as he looked at Gu Feng’s bruised and swollen face.

’That guy Shen Jianfeng really doesn’t pull his punches. He almost beat Gu Feng’s face into a pig’s head...’

’And this Gu Feng... he can divine the heavens and earth and calculate everything, so how come he didn’t foresee that he was going to get beaten up?’

"Please, I’m begging you, just stop looking for me! You’re a walking Calamity Star! Your fortune suppresses everyone else’s. Anyone who gets close to you will have bad luck!" Gu Feng said with a mournful expression.

"Bullshit!" Shen Lang snapped.

Being called a "Calamity Star" for the first time, Shen Lang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

If it had been anyone else saying this, Shen Lang would have kicked them so hard they’d be unable to take care of themselves for life.

Shen Lang suppressed his annoyance and said coolly, "These two words, ’Calamity Star,’ what do you mean by that? And what does it mean that my fortune suppresses everything?"

Gu Feng, holding his lower back with one hand, limped over to a nearby blue boulder and sat down. Only then did he speak. "A Calamity Star is a Calamity Star. What’s there to explain?"

"Think about it yourself. How many incidents have you run into since you grew up? What’s happened to the people around you?"

Shen Lang fell silent.

’Thinking back carefully, Gu Feng’s words don’t seem entirely unreasonable.’

After transmigrating from Earth to the Murong Family, his father was pursued by powerful enemies and severely wounded in less than half a month.

A month later, his first and second brothers sent assassins after him. In the end, Hong Yu fought desperately to get him out, suffering incurable injuries... It was the Life Spiritual Liquid from the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron that ultimately saved her.

In the sixth year after Shen Haotian adopted him, he was injured by Demon Martial Artists, afflicted with corpse poison, and lived an inhuman existence for three years.

To save him, Nalan Ziyun was beaten by Yuwen Huaji to the point where her body and soul were nearly annihilated.

Hong Yu, who had been safely hidden for a full ten years, was poisoned with Blood Evil Soul-breaking Powder by Shui Tianji of Blood Evil Island and almost lost her life.

Although Zuo Wentian was saved, he repeatedly exhausted his Soul Power, leaving him half-dead.

Yuan Bupu, though revived, also nearly bit the dust in the Hidden Moon Tomb.

The Shui Family had been safe and stable for so many years, but because they listened to him and took in Yu Lingfeng of the Feather Wood Race, their entire family was nearly wiped out.

Ying Huo had lived a relatively free and easy life for many years in the Profound Dao Sect as the Commander of the Thunder Guard. But a few days ago, he spied on the Third Prince and was nearly obliterated by a single finger-flick.

And now, Shen Lang had to face the Candle Dragon and an unimaginable existence like the Demon God Hall. The future was still fraught with crisis and extreme danger...

If it were just one or two of these incidents, it might not seem like a problem.

But adding them up one after another, it really did seem a bit like the "Calamity Star" Gu Feng had mentioned.

Shen Lang snorted coldly and said, "Calamity Star or lucky star, it doesn’t matter. I’ve never believed in fate. My fate is my own, not for the heavens to decide!"

"You may not be afraid, but I am!" Gu Feng nearly leaped to his feet. "Anyone who comes into contact with you, unless they have immense fortune of their own, is almost certain to meet with disaster! Just let an old man like me go! I’m just trying to make a living!"

Shen Lang rolled his eyes. "Cut the crap. I’m going to ask you a few questions. Answer them well, and I’ll naturally let you go. I’ll even give you a batch of Spirit Stones as thanks."

Gu Feng looked like he was about to cry, his eyes welling up with tears, which made Shen Lang roll his eyes again.

"First question. You just mentioned my fortune. What exactly is my fortune like?" Shen Lang asked calmly.

Gu Feng’s expression turned strange. "You... your fortune is definitely the strangest under the heavens. Based on my observations, the strength of your fortune is simply unbelievable!"

"If my fortune is so strong, why do you still call me a Calamity Star? Isn’t that a contradiction?" Shen Lang said, looking displeased.

The fortune between heaven and earth is ethereal and illusory, without shape or form, yet it truly exists.

Those with great fortune, also known as people with deep karmic blessings, generally find it very easy to encounter great opportunities and serendipitous events, reaping endless benefits.

They can even turn the tables in many unimaginable crises and escape to live another day.

A person of great fortune, one with deep karmic blessings, is the polar opposite of a Calamity Star.

Gu Feng shook his head. "Not at all. Although your fortune is strong, it seems to be suppressed by something, making it nearly impossible for it to manifest."

"You must have noticed how strange you are yourself, right? You’ve been out adventuring for many years. Have you ever discovered any Exotic Treasures? I’m guessing not, right?"

"But you’ve definitely had this experience... others discover a Marvelous Treasure, but you’re the one who ends up with it. Am I right?"

Shen Lang’s expression was once again a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Back then, Chen Tianci had first discovered the Thousand-leaf Fruit, then the Water Spirit Pearl, but both ended up in his possession. It was exactly as Gu Feng had described.

Shen Lang had used his Silver Eyes of Truth to examine Chen Tianci’s fortune.

It was absolutely heaven-defying, his karmic destiny astonishing.

But a person with such fortune was, without a doubt, being completely suppressed by Shen Lang...

The Silver Eyes of Truth couldn’t be used to inspect his own fortune, so Shen Lang was also very curious about it.

But he never would have imagined that Gu Feng would label him a "Calamity Star"!

"So you’re saying that my fortune is supposed to be heaven-defying, but it’s being suppressed by something? Is there a way to fix it?" Shen Lang asked shamelessly.

Just a moment ago he was declaring, "My fate is my own, not for the heavens to decide," and now he was asking how to fix his fortune. It was, admittedly, a little embarrassing.