C18 – Never Provoke
There were five experts at Mortality Transcending Level Five Heaven, three at Mortality Transcending Level Six Heaven, and one Martial Dao Great Master at Mortality Transcending Level Seven Heaven. Such a formidable lineup was considered the pinnacle of Martial Sun City’s combat power. Yet, they were all slain in a single stroke. The Qin family’s military might had been nearly halved. Qin Hu was furious.
The shock wasn’t confined to the Qin family. When Qiao Guang received the news, he too was shaken and struggled to regain his composure for a long time.
“How did all the Qin family’s experts die?” Qiao Guang inquired.
“The information has been verified. Qin Zhiri is indeed dead, and his body was found in a ruined temple outside the city,” a middle-aged man at Qiao Guang’s side reported, his brow furrowed.
Qiao Guang’s expression darkened. The alliance between the Qiao and Qin families had been carefully orchestrated, yet unforeseen incidents continued to arise.
And it was all because of Qiao Mao.
Initially, the Qin family’s attempts to persecute Qiao Shuang had failed, and their subsequent efforts to eliminate Qiao Mao were equally unsuccessful. These events were causing Qiao Guang considerable distress.
With a slight hardening of his gaze, Qiao Guang spoke in a deep tone, “Regardless, we must ensure our smooth entry into the clan. Otherwise, if that esteemed person holds us accountable, we’re all doomed.”
“Father, rest assured. I will dispatch someone immediately to track down Qiao Mao and pursue him,” the middle-aged man declared, his eyes gleaming with a ruthless intent.
At this point, the entire Qiao family, save for a few, was under control. The only unpredictable factor was Qiao Mao, who had been adrift outside for several days.
Qiao Guang nodded, then closed his eyes, choosing to remain silent. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man, accompanied by several guards, set out to hunt down Qiao Mao.
Elsewhere, the Zhang family’s estate was filled with the robust laughter of Zhang Tianbei. “I knew I wasn’t wrong about that young man. Qin Hu and Qiao Guang must be beside themselves with worry.”
Yet Qiao Mao was aware that the peril of this journey might surpass his previous endeavors, such as rescuing Zhen Gui or defeating Qin Zhiri. The danger stemmed from an adult Fire Rock Python residing beneath the valley’s magma, a creature of immense strength, surpassing even that of Qin Zhiri.
With no alternative, Qiao Mao was resolute in obtaining the Blood Lotus; without it, Qiao Shen’s death was certain. The thought of the potent Black Jade Purple Yin Poison coursing through Qiao Shen’s veins filled Qiao Mao with a seething rage. He pushed his speed to its limits, racing toward Fire Cloud Valley.
Half a day later, Qiao Mao reached a mountain hollow and was greeted by jets of scorching magma erupting skyward before cascading back to earth. “What’s the Fire Rock Python up to?” he wondered aloud.
Qiao Mao knew the python to be volatile yet typically tranquil. It wouldn’t stir such commotion unless provoked. “It looks like someone got here first, riled up the Fire Rock Python, and caused this uproar,” he deduced.
Without hesitation, Qiao Mao braved the fiery magma showers and charged into the heart of Fire Cloud Valley. If someone had dared to provoke the python, it meant they had found the Blood Lotus and sought to claim it, sparking the conflict.
Despite racking his brain, Qiao Mao couldn’t identify the interloper. In his past life, he had stumbled upon the Blood Lotus by chance, and no one else was privy to its existence. “Some things have changed since my rebirth,” Qiao Mao reflected, “but no one besides me will take this Blood Lotus.”
The thought of someone else seizing the Blood Lotus was tantamount to signing Qiao Shen’s death warrant. Qiao Mao wouldn’t stand by and watch his demise.
Descending into Fire Cloud Valley, Qiao Mao was met with chaos. The landscape was awash with flowing magma, painting the earth a deep crimson, reminiscent of boiling blood.
Just then, a voice reached Qiao Mao from up ahead. It was the sound of two middle-aged men, probably in their thirties, both at the Mortality Transcending Level Seven Heaven, desperately fleeing from a Fire Rock Python.
“You’re all useless,” a young man nearby berated them furiously. “I’ve given you so many treasures, and yet you can’t even take down a single beast.”
“Since when did Martial Sun City have two Martial Dao Great Masters?” Qiao Mao observed the men, taken aback and somewhat puzzled. But upon recognizing the voice of the youth, he blurted out in disbelief, “That’s actually Qiao Ping!”
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