Chapter 2675 - 2674: The God Race’s Invitation
"Begging along the street, dogs bark, returning late to stay at the Temple of the City God, sometimes acting like a flea on a drum."
"The moon is waning, the birds cry at dawn, with filthy clothes and a torn hat, a food basket for breakfast, not seeking fame and fortune."
"With a sharp tongue, beating a bamboo board, making people laugh, let them mock, I find joy in my own way..."
A cheerful voice drifted from afar, interrupting Li Xiaonian’s thoughts. She turned her head to look:
An old beggar holding a stick made from tree branches, wearing a tattered felt hat, his beard scraggly, drinking wine, and staggering step by step towards them.
When the old beggar approached Li Xiaonian, she stopped him, feeling a bit uneasy.
"Old man, you shouldn’t come this way; it’s dangerous here. You should head somewhere else."
The old beggar lifted the silver hair from his brow, inspecting Li Xiaonian dressed in fine clothes, and somewhat rudely said, "Who are you? I’m determined to walk this way today!"
"You don’t recognize me?" Li Xiaonian was a bit surprised.
"Huh? Who are you, do I have to know you? Is there such a rule in the world?"
"Of course not..." Li Xiaonian felt embarrassed, she truly didn’t expect there could still be people in the Vermilion Bird Kingdom who didn’t recognize her.
Treating the old beggar as just a fool, Li Xiaonian patiently said, "It’s fine if you don’t know me, but you can’t go this way today. There’s a monster appearing here, it’s dangerous, you should take another path."
"Oh, burp—" The old beggar suddenly burped a foul smell that spread, causing Li Xiaonian to wrinkle her brow slightly, but she said nothing.
"You telling me not to go this way makes me want to walk this path even more!"
The old beggar put away his wine flask, tightened his belt, and strode forward.
Seeing her persuasion fail, Li Xiaonian felt a bit resentful. She reached out, planning to knock out the old beggar first and take him to a safe place, determined not to let her people fall into danger.
Even if this particular citizen was a bit erratic.
Just as Li Xiaonian’s hand struck out, nearing the old beggar’s neck, his body suddenly dipped an inch, then flipped, evading the seemingly unavoidable attack along the trajectory of Li Xiaonian’s hand.
Missing her strike, Li Xiaonian was a bit stunned, watching the old beggar’s back and hesitated to step forward and stop him.
"Hmm?" As the old beggar staggered past the pit, he suddenly halted, tilting his head to look inside.
After a long while, the old beggar suddenly laughed out loud, "Interesting, interesting, there’s a small space here!"
Li Xiaonian’s surprise grew. She immediately realized this old beggar was no ordinary person and ran over to inquire, "Old man..."
But the old beggar ignored Li Xiaonian’s words, directly jumping into the pit, glanced around, and suddenly stretched out to pinch a black spot in the air.
"Hehehe, found you!"
With an incredibly odd yet efficient posture, the old beggar leaped out of the pit.
Seeing the light point in the old beggar’s hand, Li Xiaonian covered her mouth in shock.
The old beggar shouted loudly, "Hey!" He forcefully crushed that black light point, an immense power and countless deathly breaths emerged, spreading in all directions.
The old beggar shook his head, "What a sin, absorbing so many wraiths."
Once the black spot was completely shattered, a silhouette emerged from it.
Ling Feng stabilized his figure mid-air and landed steadily on the ground.
Seeing Ling Feng, Li Xiaonian immediately ran over to embrace him, crying out, "You damn guy, where did you go? You worried me sick!"
Ling Feng laughed and stroked Li Xiaonian’s head, saying with a smile, "I’m back now, aren’t I?"
After expressing their longing, Ling Feng approached the old beggar, clasped his fists, and thanked him, "Thank you, elder, for the rescue."
Although Ling Feng was in the Secret Realm, he knew it was the old beggar who shattered it from the outside, allowing him to come out.
Moreover, while Ling Feng was calming his mind in the Secret Realm, he heard the old beggar’s ballad.
Li Xiaonian also realized the old beggar’s extraordinary nature, awkwardly approaching and saying, "Thank you, elder, for the rescue. I was rash earlier."
The old beggar simply waved his hand without saying a word.
A shadow emerged from the broken spot earlier, Wu Yang’s body of black mist reappeared and roared, "Who was it, who ruined my plan!"
The old beggar sneered, his arm emitted a burst of light, then he grabbed Wu Yang’s misty body with a speed even Ling Feng couldn’t react to.
The old beggar squeezed Wu Yang’s vital point, casually slapped Wu Yang.
"Puh—" Wu Yang coughed dryly, his body trembled violently, and white patterns gradually appeared on the black mist.
A skeleton figure was fully displayed in front of everyone.
Ling Feng was slightly startled, he guessed this skeleton body might be Wu Yang’s true form. Which divine being was this old beggar, capable of casually revealing Wu Yang’s true body?
"Haha, so you’re from the old skeleton clan, huh?" the old beggar said disdainfully, "Still sneaky, only doing shady things!"
"You... who exactly are you? How..." Wu Yang’s voice trembled for the first time, fearfully gazing at the unremarkable old beggar.
Wu Yang was puzzled, how did he know his clan, could it be...
The old beggar chuckled, "Why don’t you open your eyes wide and see who I am?"
A virtual image of golden armor appeared behind the old beggar, its gaze extremely cold, carrying overwhelming pressure, and a mere glance could make one confess all the bad deeds they ever did.
Seeing the golden virtual image, Wu Yang’s eyes filled with growing fear. After screaming, he trembled and said, "You... you’re from the God Race?"
"Haha, since you know my identity, you also know why I’m here, right?"
"Impossible! Impossible, this won’t work! You can’t kill me; the Realm Master sent me. We’re all under the Realm Master, you can’t kill me!" Wu Yang cried.
"Words shouldn’t be said like that. Although the Realm Master created our several clans and the entire Three Realms, he’s never interfered in our battles, has he?"
"Moreover, I recall not long ago the old skeleton shamelessly attacked our God Race’s juniors and even stole the Secret Treasure Three Holy Bridges, making those above us quite angry,"
"If you’re going to hate, hate your ancestor for being so shameless, and blame your own weak strength!"
A brilliant light shot from the old beggar’s eyes, his hand tightened, crushing Wu Yang into nothingness, leaving not a trace of black mist.
The virtual image behind the old beggar slowly faded away; he patted his hands, then picked up the wine flask at his waist and took a sip, seeming once more like an insignificant old beggar.
Ling Feng and Li Xiaonian exchanged a look, the old beggar’s identity was crystal clear: Wu Yang belonged to the Three Realms’ Wraith Clan, while the old beggar was from the Three Realms’ God Race.
The old beggar wiped his mouth, looked Ling Feng over, and asked, "Judging by your strength, you’re Ling Feng? The one who killed the demon child?"
Ling Feng nodded, "Elder is from the God Race in the Three Realms, may I know your esteemed name?"
"I am called Bi Tian, an insignificant person really. I came to you under orders from above, inviting Ling Feng to visit our God Race, to stay and play for a few days."