Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm

Chapter 482: No Cutting Corners When It Comes To Revenge!

Wang Zhenren was a little bewildered.

How could he not know Jiang He?

He was the devil himself in the eyes of all cultivators, and one who murdered or destroyed an entire sect if a single word rubbed him the wrong way. Indeed, he had risen to his current level by tramping over the corpses of cultivators such as them.

And yet, at that very moment...

Jiang He was avenging him?

Aside from shock, Wang Zhenren actually felt a faint thrill in his heart.

Whoosh!

Bringing Wang Zhenren along, Jiang He took to the skies above the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and dashed westward.

Outside the mountain archway of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the cultivators were initially spacing out, but soon invoked their immortal items gleaming in golden radiance and roared, “What are you lot spacing out for?”

“Everyone—Mahayana cultivator, Heavenly Immortal—depart right now!”

“Xiao Wang was done dirty, and the score must be settled!”

“How could we allow a disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to be bullied?”

If nothing else, that rallying cry flared up the indignation against the injustice.

Jiang He, who had not flown far, almost chuckled...

Why did you not do that earlier?

***

At an uninhabited plain in the west...

Rarely visited by people, this was a playground for Ferals, and rumor had it that a powerful evil dragon dwelled in this plain!

At the moment, the evil dragon was sprawled over the ground, while a black-robed man whose only visible features were a pair of blue eyes stood upon its massive form... of course, the evil dragon was anything but either.

It was actually a lizard that had mutated after the Revival of Qi, and was somehow blessed enough to evolve into a Feral Emperor.

Over a few hundred meters in length, it was several stories high even though it was prostrating on the ground.

Atop its head, the black-robed man took out a magical orb, charged it with mana, and uttered a chant. Veins of energy hence instantly radiated out of the orb and rushed toward the horizon.

The energy was shapeless and incorporeal, but anyone with some extent of cultivation and was within a thousand miles would be able to sense it.

Soon, many figures were flying toward it from every direction.

There were nine people, among them powerful sacred warriors and sacred mages whose mana pierced the skies.

All of them knelt on one knee when they arrived before the black-robed man’s mount, and spoke loudly in Ancient Greek, “Lord Envoy.”

Ooom!

A breeze gusted.

The man calling himself the Divine Envoy slowly took to the air and landed before the warriors and mages, laughing uncontrollably in his mind at the other’s devoted expression...

What a bunch of trash!

All of them called themselves heirs of nobles and gods, and yet they were all wetting themselves after he had arrived and showed off a little?

Still, these people were not putting on airs.

These scared warriors and sacred mages who remained on Earth across various counties had lived for up to three thousand years, and some of them were actually connected to the gods. They might even belong to a branch family, even turning out to be the disciples or children of the disciples of the gods.

The black-robed man pulled off his hood then, revealing a handsome face.

His hair was curled and blond, his eyes deep blue, and his presence was mysteriously noble.

He continued, “The gods are prepared and the Godfather has sent orders—he would return to Earth with the gods once we set up an altar.”

His voice became energetic at that, and he even used his divine powers to confound the others, spouting a lot of stuff and benefits of the like.

Stuff like ‘the Godfather would restore order among humans and all of you would be the lords of orders’, or ‘everyone would gain divinity today...’

None of them knew that Jiang He had already arrived.

In the night sky just fifty kilometers away, he stood in the clouds and watched them silently, his immortal will stretching out and listening on their conversation.

Jiang He did not know Ancient Greek.

However, he could determine what they were saying through their brainwaves.

“Oh?”

“Godfather?”

“Could it be Zeus?”

“The western gods are returning with him too?”

Jiang He was a little surprised.

Those western gods are stupid, aren’t they?

Aren’t you going to gather information before you return?

Don’t you know that I, Jiang He, call the shots on Earth now?

And you are still thinking about restoring order?

Conjuring an image of the distant sight with a wave, Jiang He laughed, “Who among these people had hurt you, Wang Zhenren?”

“Mister Jiang!”

Shocked, Wang Zhenren quickly said, “Please don’t call me that... could you call me Xiao Wang instead?”

“Xiao Wang Ba.” (TL Note: Little Pimp)

Wang Zhenren was rendered speechless.

Wanting to cry but having not the tears for it, he did not dwell on the topic. He then pointed at the black-robed man and said, “That’s the one who had hurt me, Mister Jiang, and three of those other nine people was there too.”

Wang Zhenren pointed them out.

“Two scared warriors and one sacred mage...”

“The man called the Divine Envoy is stronger and would not lose out by much to a Heavenly Immortal, and is also the one they refer to as Divine Spirits... still, I don’t know their level and how they are categorized specifically.”

Jiang He muttered, but soon chuckled, “It seems that you’re lucky. Any of those people had the strength to kill you.”

Sacred warriors and sacred mages were equivalent to Mahayana cultivators.

However, they were weaker to their counterparts because of the cultivation system, but the gap was not that much. At the very least, those two sacred warriors, the sacred mage, and the Divine Spirit could have easily killed Wang Zhenren.

And yet, they had only wounded him and said stuff like not wanting to get on the East’s bad side. It was therefore obvious that the Divine Spirit were wary of cultivators from the East.

Still...

Jiang He frowned, unable to wrap his head around it.

Why would they return if they were so afraid?

“No, that’s not it...”

“They have only dared to return to the mortal realm because the returning immortals have left Earth again... but did they really think that they could be the top dog with the immortals gone?”

Jiang He chuckled quietly.

Sensing the auras of Jin Sidao and other cultivators closing in rapidly, he promptly charged his Martial Yuan Spirit to conceal their auras while communicating, “Hold back your auras and come to me.”

Soon, Jin Sidao and four Ten Thousand Swords Sect Heavenly Immortals arrived on their flying swords.

“Patience, everyone.”

“Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

“The one who had beat up Xiao Wang is the Divine Envoy of the Western Pantheon. We might settle the score by killing him, but that would also create a rift between us and the Western Pantheon, and we might suffer their payback.”

Jiang He spoke frankly with assurance and laughed. “That is why we must hold back to be safe. We’ll reason with the Western Gods when they return and have them give up the culprit.”

“If they offer him willingly, there would be no reason for them to bother us later, yes?”

Those words... were actually reasonable

Jin Sidao and the other four Heavenly Immortals were unsure how to retort to Jiang He just then.

Meanwhile, Wang Zhen looked left and right before asking, “However, Mister Jiang... the Western Gods would definitely try to assert dominance upon their return. What should we do if they don’t give up the Divine Envoy?”

“Then they are equally guilty for shielding your assailant!”

Jiang He sneered and flatly said, “With that, we’ll kill all the western gods along with the others... it solves everything either way.”