Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant Chapter 2217 142: Interception Kill_3

The reach of the Qingluo Wan Family extended quite far...

Wang Ba’s eyes grew sharp as he shifted his focus back to the Tenth Son of Yin.

“You claimed earlier that the Yin Family and the Qingluo Wan Family are on bad terms, correct? What is the reason for that?”

The Tenth Son of Yin was momentarily stunned before he instinctively explained:

“Indeed, the friction between us is significant. It stems from our close ties with the She Mansion and the fact that we have seized the Chaos Origin Substance from the outside. Deprived of that nourishment, they lack the vital resources needed for growth... However, Mr. Taiyi, there is no need for concern. The Wan Family possesses only a single Ancestor at the Tribulation-Transcending Realm. They would never dare to challenge the Yin Family directly.”

Wang Ba responded with a slight shake of his head.

“They wouldn't dare, you're right... But doesn't it strike you as peculiar? I executed one of their core late-stage Unification cultivators right in front of their people at the She Mansion, yet their sole Tribulation-Transcending Ancestor never made an appearance. Don't you think his reaction was excessively timid?”

The Tenth Son of Yin knit his brows and pondered.

“It is strange, but perhaps they found it hard to intervene. Wan Hainteng was the aggressor against you, Mr. Taiyi, which placed them in a shameful position. If the Tribulation-Transcending Ancestor had stepped out only to apologize, he would have lost a great deal of face.”

Wang Ba shook his head once more:

“No. A person capable of showing such flexibility toward the Yin Family wouldn't be so hindered by pride. Furthermore, even if they were in the wrong, standard protocol would dictate that they stand their ground and speak up, if only to avoid appearing weak and vulnerable. Yet, the Wan Family Ancestor chose total silence... Why do you suppose that is?”

Confusion clouded the eyes of the Tenth Son of Yin.

“Why?”

Wang Ba let out a soft sigh before posing another question:

“Which organization in this region has the most hostile relationship with the Yin Family?”

“The most hostile?”

The Tenth Son of Yin was bewildered by the sudden shift in the conversation. Though he struggled to keep pace with Wang Ba’s logic, he answered quickly:

“The Illusion Sky Realm and Spirit Origin Prefecture... Both factions have seized one of the nasal aperture sites and have long hungered for the oral aperture.”

The oral aperture was the very territory held by the Baisui Yin Family.

Wang Ba’s eyes gleamed with realization. He suddenly called out to the cultivator at the helm of the Flying Boat in the distance:

“Can you increase our speed? Go as fast as this vessel allows!”

The pilot looked back, appearing puzzled.

“We can push the speed by another twenty percent...”

“Then do it immediately,” the Tenth Son of Yin commanded.

He then turned a suspicious gaze toward Wang Ba.

“Mr. Taiyi, why the sudden urgency?”

Wang Ba’s tone remained level.

“I fear that someone is about to come looking for trouble.”

As he spoke, he looked down at the center of his hand.

Bright, pale golden lines were shimmering intensely across his palm.

He whispered under his breath:

“I hope my intuition is wrong...”

“Is it the Illusion Sky Realm or the Spirit Origin Prefecture?”

The Tenth Son of Yin felt a tremor of fear as he finally grasped the implication of Wang Ba’s questions. He spoke in a tone of pure disbelief:

“They... would the Wan Family truly dare to conspire like this?”

“If we are dead, there will be no one left to testify, will there?”

Wang Ba looked up, his face devoid of emotion.

“If the opportunity arises, relay this to Taoist Friend Penglai.”

“But...”

The Tenth Son of Yin was still filled with uncertainty.

However, in that very moment—

Boom!

A massive shockwave slammed into the Flying Boat!

The vessel began to disintegrate instantly under the pressure.

Before the Tenth Son of Yin or the pilot could react, they were violently thrown from the deck!

The pilot, situated at the front, was obliterated into a crimson mist by the sheer force of the impact.

That same destructive energy then surged toward the Tenth Son of Yin.

In that terrifying second, his pupils dilated in shock!

His mind went blank as he saw the shattered remains of the Flying Boat and the blood mist hanging in the air.

“Mr. Taiyi was right!”

Driven by survival instinct, he reached for his communication Token.

Just then, a powerful suction force pulled him from behind.

His body went rigid as he was yanked backward, narrowly avoiding the lethal energy.

With a thunderous explosion, the ruined Flying Boat blew apart.

The Tenth Son of Yin was cast out into the turbulent currents of the dark abyss.

“Mr. Taiyi?!”

He cried out with relief upon seeing the blue-robed figure standing amidst the darkness ahead.

Then, realization struck him again:

“Sir, you must flee!”

He knew that since Mr. Taiyi could kill a late-stage Unification cultivator with ease, any assassin sent to kill them would have to be at least at the Tribulation Transcending level!

Up ahead.

Wang Ba remained composed. He calmly tucked an oiled cloth umbrella into his sleeve and brushed off his robes.

He stared into the void ahead, showing no signs of shock.

“You arrived quicker than I anticipated... Are you from the Illusion Sky Realm or the Spirit Origin Prefecture?”

Only the sound of the swirling currents answered from the dark.

After a heavy silence, an intrigued voice drifted from the abyss in front of Wang Ba:

“That old fox Wan Kongcheng usually doesn't lie. How did you manage it? A mere Unification cultivator, yet you have already mastered the rules?”

Wang Ba didn't react to the voice, but behind him, the Tenth Son of Yin began to shake!

He stayed quiet, his hand trembling as he gripped his Token.

Suddenly, that same voice whispered directly into his ear:

“Little fellow, don't bother. This space is under my dominion now; your Token cannot send any signal out.”

The Tenth Son of Yin froze, his skin breaking out in a cold sweat.

A short distance away, Wang Ba narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Could it be that you are someone who is ashamed to be seen?”

“Hehe, you have a sharp tongue, Taoist Friend.”

The speaker didn't seem offended by the insult.

A moment later, a tall figure emerged from the shadows before Wang Ba. The man wore a water-blue Daoist robe and possessed a notably pale complexion.