Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1258: Chapter 99: The Strongest Man on the Surface

Try the sword with me—!

Qi Breaks the Waves, the old fool shouted out, and the magnificent martial arts supreme power swept in an instant—yet such immense supreme power didn’t damage even a single brick or tile of Tian Tan Square.

He stood tall and unmoving, his body exuding an aura of smoke from qi-blood, blocking the breath that seemed to contain the sound of wind and thunder from the old fool.

Whether someone is a master, only a test will show… A person like the old fool, who alone can suppress many Taoist martial artists, certainly ranks among the top ten across the Divine Land.

The old fool’s eyes shot out a captivating gleam, “Apart from that emperor’s Xuanyuan Palace lineage, I didn’t expect someone with such martial prowess to exist in this world! Honorable one, I shall get serious!”

He scoffed lightly, having once been the emperor; when had anyone dared to be so noisy in his presence? Yet this martial arts expert before him mentioned Xuanyuan Palace… Could it have anything to do with that emperor’s lineage?

But having once been an emperor himself, he also received the inheritance of Xuanyuan Palace, and with its support, he was able to unify the nation…

His thoughts were fleeting; the martial arts master calling himself an old fool had power as formidable as his own… With a sudden turn, his hand reversed, responding to change with constancy.

At this moment, the Fiery Cloud Evil God, the old fool, laughed heartily, moved from extreme stillness to extreme motion, taking a single step as if the edge of the world was near, crossing the ten meters of distance with one stride, and throwing a punch.

This punch was straightforward and simple, yet carried great momentum… His eyes brightened, as this punch’s force was rarely seen even in his lifetime, even Gongsun Wuwo before his death never reached this level, slightly falling short.

Yet he merely snorted coldly…

As his palm struck out, it easily landed on the old fool’s fist. When the fist and palm met, two utterly different yet terrifying martial arts true powers directly engaged in a brutal confrontation!

“It’s actually Taizu Long Fist.” He suddenly sighed softly.

The old fool raised an eyebrow, “Taoism is straightforward; the simplest can be the most useful, don’t underestimate this set of Taizu Long Fist.”

But he shook his head, and his hand force immediately flowed out once more, causing the old fool to be secretly startled. Unexpectedly, his hand stance changed suddenly, with his hand turning into a long fist, striking out using the same Taizu Long Fist!

The fist force swept the sky, instantly destroying the punch intention brewed by the Fiery Cloud Evil God… The old fool had immersed himself in this set of long fists for decades, believing he had comprehended the truth of this simple fist technique.

But now!

This fist hit the old fool’s chest solidly… It struck down like a giant hammer hitting a brass gong.

The ringing sound of metal and stone was deafening!

“Vajra indestructible, huh…” He withdrew his fist and turned back, observing how the old fool, under the fist’s force, slid back several meters, “The Vajra Indestructible Body passed down by Patriarch Bodhidharma truly has someone who has refined it.”

The old fool casually rubbed his chest, a corner of his mouth twisting upward, “If you can train this set of long fists to such a degree, you could be called the first in the world today.”

He sighed inwardly… Taizu Long Fist, the fist technique he originally created in his youth; naturally, no one could match his understanding of it.

He shook his head, “With your Vajra Indestructible Body, this battle should not continue; otherwise, if Tian Tan gets destroyed and provokes a backlash from the grand formations beneath this Capital Land, it isn’t… my desire.”

The old fool was a peerless figure, who once slaughtered from Mount Changbai all the way to the South Seas for three years, meeting such a martial arts master outside Xuanyuan Palace for the first time. How could he give up so easily?

“Can’t fight here? Then let’s fight out at sea!” said the Fiery Cloud Evil God, loud and clear, “With our pace, reaching the seaside would take no more than half a night’s time.”

But he still shook his head; though his martial arts power was exceptionally strong, in essence, he never considered himself a martial artist, nor did he have the usual martial artist’s joy in seeing combat. He never wished to compete for being the world’s best fighter—indeed, a joke when he once held the world in his hand; he certainly doesn’t care for being the number one warrior.

Yet these martial arts fanatics are the most troublesome… He came to the capital with more important matters to attend to, unwilling to allow any complications.

“You’re called the old fool, correct.” He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, “I have a sword technique… I’ll only use this one sword move, how about that?”

“You’re going to use a sword?” The Fiery Cloud Evil God was greatly surprised; this person’s accomplishment in fist techniques even exceeded his own, but judging by his words, could his swordsmanship be even better?

He said nothing more, with his fingers pinching together, and casually struck out while chanting lightly, “Dragon Roams the Firmament… Plucking the Stars.”

Between Heaven and Earth, the starlight seemed to suddenly dim… The Fiery Cloud’s heart leapt; the demonic weapon within him had a tendency to roar.

“Emperor… Heavenly Child Sword Technique?!”

In the Fiery Cloud Evil God’s eyes, a great sword-dragon formed by countless sword intents soared into the sky, then transformed into the starlight scattered across the sky… As the starlight twinkled, the sword light shot towards the earth from within.

The Fiery Cloud Evil God roared loudly, his arm suddenly infused with supreme power, a massive blade light shot forth from his arm… that was the Demon Blade’s form piercing the firmament!

Bang—!!!

As the starlight dimmed, after a brief collision between sword and blade light, everything returned to tranquility… On Tian Tan Square, two figures stood facing the wind.

The Fiery Cloud Evil God gently exhaled, gazing upon this mysterious young man again, his expression somewhat complex—they hadn’t truly clashed physically with this move.

Everything happened within a spiritual world known as martial intent… It was a battle of consciousness.

“Excellent sword technique, I lost.” The Fiery Cloud Evil God shook his head.

But he said, “It’s merely a draw.”

As he looked at the Fiery Cloud Evil God, he couldn’t help but regard him much higher, knowing his swordsmanship was passed down from Xuanyuan Palace, reserved for the chosen emperor of the era to practice. Yet this man’s blade could break the Heavenly Child Sword Technique… Even though the envoy from Xuanyuan Palace who taught him said that without the Heavenly Child Sword, the sword technique could not achieve its greatest power; this sword technique was intrinsically beyond earthly martial arts.

That peculiar blade light hinted at great terror…

The Fiery Cloud Evil God replied, “Lost means lost; breaking your sword technique wasn’t based on my own martial arts, only external force, winning with so-called external force isn’t winning, moreover, it’s just a draw… Noble one, might you be from the Gongsun Clan?”

“I have some connections with the Gongsun Clan, but I’m not a member of the Gongsun lineage.” He said calmly, “Nor do I fall under Xuanyuan Palace’s jurisdiction.”

The Fiery Cloud Evil God pondered briefly, “Do you know of the Management Bureau? Have you ever studied the China Two Realms Agreement thoroughly?”

He shook his head.

The Fiery Cloud Evil God nodded, then said, “This is the territory of the Capital, a nation’s weight… I hope you act with more restraint.”

“That’s natural.” He nodded, his body receding, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

The Fiery Cloud Evil God raised a wine bottle and took a small sip, muttering, “That was truly unsatisfying…”

…

Before long, a group of seven hurried towards the Fiery Cloud Evil God, led by none other than Yan Xiaoxi.

“Master?” Yan Xiaoxi stepped forward, looking around, “The grand formation detected power near the highest danger level infiltrating the capital…”

“I already fought him.” The Fiery Cloud Evil God shook his head, “A martial arts master emerged from who knows where, potentially not weaker than me.”

Yan Xiaoxi was sharply surprised!

“But this person is somewhat peculiar.” The Fiery Cloud Evil God frowned, “Though his qi-blood smoke and energy seem endless, during the encounter he couldn’t hide his essence… This person is very strange.”

“How strange?”

The Fiery Cloud Evil God replied with a peculiar expression, “Simply put, he has the face of someone with a short lifespan. At this realm, a martial artist can know their lifespan… This guy, seems like he won’t live past two years.”

“The capital cannot allow such an unknown force.” Yan Xiaoxi said solemnly, “If necessary, please coordinate with the grand formation to directly eliminate the danger.”

The Fiery Cloud Evil God remained silent, just nodded quietly… He was stationed in the capital and would not leave easily without a major issue, because when Blind Mr. set up the lands of the capital, only he possessed enough power to activate the strongest force of the entire formation.

With the Fiery Cloud Evil God coordinating with the capital’s grand formation, even a Godly Land true dragon could be dealt with for a while…

Of course, most of the time, the Fiery Cloud Evil God was in secluded cultivation. As the strongest presence truly owned by the Management Bureau, his main function was as a deterrent, and he was rarely seen on ordinary days.

“Master.” Yan Xiaoxi, as a student, was also rarely seen and hurriedly said at this time, “The elite selected from across the country have been assembled.”

“Got it.” The Fiery Cloud Evil God nodded, “Send them to me.”

All along, the Management Bureau had several training modes for agents. One was internal training within the Management Bureau to learn martial arts, and others involved sending them separately to the Taoists and various demon clans. One aspect was to understand the movements of the Taoists and demon clans, and another was to merge the powers of the Taoists and demon clans.

But after the Mount Tai incident, the Taoists and demon clans became estranged from the Management Bureau… The number of elites this time far exceeded before, so naturally, they could not be sent to the Taoists and various demon clans again.

“Understood.” Yan Xiaoxi nodded, “There is also one more matter… it’s about the Zhao Family.”

Upon hearing this, the Fiery Cloud Evil God seemed somewhat displeased and said indifferently, “What are these noble tomb-robbing families up to again?”

Yan Xiaoxi said, “The Zhao Family seems to be acting behind the scenes, secretly contacting this new batch of trainees. It can currently be confirmed that three trainees have likely become the Zhao Family’s spies.”

The Fiery Cloud Evil God shook his head and sighed, “Think about the elders of these four major families, what kind of characters they were, shedding blood and sweat for the country, how come their descendants are so hopeless! Xiaoxi, you handle this matter. I have no interest in dealing with these sins… I’m going back to drink.”

“Wait, Master, there’s one more thing.” Yan Xiaoxi pulled him again, “The Dragon Consultant sent a message saying she needs to go abroad for a short time.”

The Fiery Cloud Evil God frowned, “What’s she doing going abroad?”

Yan Xiaoxi shook his head, “She didn’t say, just informed us of this.”

“Got it.” The Fiery Cloud Evil God nodded, “Let her do as she wants…”

The fact is… the Management Bureau simply cannot control this true dragon of Godly Land.

…

That night, at the capital airport, a private car slowly drove in.

Traveling light, Zhong Luoyue just carried a small suitcase and wore sunglasses, without even any accompanying person, only Elizabeth by her side.

Even to avoid unnecessary attention, Elizabeth’s white hair and eyebrows were dyed golden by Zhong Luoyue.

“Ayue, are you really not going to meet your grandfather one last time?”

Zhong Luoyue shook her head. Her feelings for the family mostly came from this grandfather… Some emotions are hard to control even for her.

Seeing this old man again, she even feared she might not resist spilling out her situation.

This rush to leave was partly to better carry out her first transformation abroad – Elizabeth had reminded her more than once that the first transformation is crucial for a vampire.

On the other hand, she also wanted to clear her mind.

Elizabeth suddenly said, “I heard your grandfather’s health is not very good?”

Zhong Luoyue said casually, “He was seriously ill before the New Year, and doctors were at a loss. Later, my second brother took him abroad for treatment despite the family’s objection and brought him back. But grandfather is at that age, it’s normal to face birth, aging, illness, and death.”

Elizabeth whispered, “Ayue, if you’re reluctant, you could always…”

Zhong Luoyue was taken aback, instinctively looked at Elizabeth… She was a vampire, always in the vampire’s worldview… For a vampire, the best way to keep important people with them is to turn them into their kind.

This seemed normal to Elizabeth and was probably the universal view of vampires, nothing to avoid.

Turning grandfather into a vampire… and not just grandfather, but possibly other family members too.

This thought had never occurred to her before, but now, after Elizabeth casually brought it up, it surged in her mind like a growing virus, unstoppable…

“Ayue, Ayue!”

“Ah… what’s up?” Zhong Luoyue was suddenly startled.

Elizabeth whispered, “Your teeth are showing, are you hungry?”

Zhong Luoyue was suddenly shocked, broke into a cold sweat, and quickly dismissed the thought, bowing her head, “Maybe… it’s getting late, let’s go through security.”

…

…

The colorful butterfly wings fluttered gently, and Luo Pianqian, wearing a thin garment, was floating along the corridor with a delightful expression on her face.

Her hair was not dry yet, and there was still a residue of hot water shower on her body. The cotton clothes absorbed the moisture well, clinging to her chest… and the clothes only covered up to her hips.

Like a cloud drifting in a breeze, she floated into the living room, holding a bottle of Milk, sucking hard on the straw.

“Can’t you put on some pants?”

Long Xiruo, lying on the sofa, propped up her head, holding chips with one hand, glanced sideways… The true dragon of China almost showed the behavior of an uncle scratching his butt.

“I’ll put them on later, it’s comfortably cool down here now!” The little butterfly monster fluttered to a large cushion on the floor, sat down with legs spread, the thin garment barely covering the root.

The clothes were still wet, skin faintly visible… hair still damp, the true dragon of China couldn’t stand her coquettishness any longer, for whom was she displaying this?

After rolling her eyes, she blew a breath, instantly drying the water stains on Luo Pianqian’s body.

“Wow!” Luo Pianqian exclaimed happily.

Long Xiruo shook her head, sat up, turned off the TV casually, and said to Luo Pianqian, “Girl, go pack some clothes, accompany me on a trip tomorrow.”

“Where to?” Luo Pianqian asked curiously.

Long Xiruo casually said, “Visiting a patient, see if the thing you made works, promised to treat that guy’s illness, it’s been over a hundred years.”

“Hmm?” Luo Pianqian blinked, “The thing I made?”

Long Xiruo cursed under her breath: vixen!

“Go pack your things immediately!!”

The true dragon roared.

The little butterfly monster held her head, eyes brimming with tears, and fluttered away awkwardly… scolded.

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