Chapter 848 - 403: Zhang Fan’s Power! Strongest Human Xiao in History_2

Chapter 848: Chapter 403: Zhang Fan’s Power! Strongest Human Xiao in History_2

"What I mean is, I return to my room and she returns to hers," Zhang Fan added.

"Nobody asked you."

Li Miaoyin lowered her head, whispered, and walked ahead of Zhang Fan.

...

Night deepened.

Zhang Fan’s room was empty, with silver moonlight spilling onto the sofa.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, entered stillness, three feet above his head, his Primordial Spirit Emerged.

Rumble... Rumble...

At this moment, a peculiar phenomenon arose and vanished around Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, like the great sun in daylight, like the abyss in the night, cycling continuously, ceaselessly birthing and dying.

Suddenly, the peculiar phenomenon seemed to sway like incense, and Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit shook violently, undergoing an incredible transformation, with a virtual image surging upward, three-headed and eight-armed, treading a Red Lotus, resembling the Three Altars Sea Assembly Great God.

Rumble... Rumble...

Suddenly, the peculiar phenomenon swayed once more, and the virtual image on Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit abruptly dissipated. Almost simultaneously, the blurred light reassembled, solemn and majestic, wielding a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Spear, startlingly resembling the True Monarch Qingyuan Miaodao.

Just like that, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit flickered incessantly, shifting between two bizarre virtual images, with an extremely terrifying and peculiar aura quietly birthing and dying within his Primordial Spirit.

...

The Great Moon hung isolated, with sparse stars in the sky.

In desolate outskirts, an abandoned observatory lay hidden in hills and wildlands, surrounded by broken walls and overgrown weeds, the divine statues inside having collapsed unknown years ago.

Tap... Tap...

At that moment, leisurely footsteps echoed from afar, beneath the eerie moonlight, a figure suddenly appeared—it was none other than the Celestial Master of the Ge Family...

Ge Jue Form!

He stepped over broken walls, arriving before the dilapidated and desolate observatory.

Rumble... Rumble...

At that moment, a cluster of dim flames burned before the observatory, casting a long shadow.

"Jue Form, who was that little rascal today?"

An elderly voice resonated hauntingly, as Ge Jue Form turned his head to see a white-haired, Daoist Robe-wearing elder emerging from the shadows.

"Old uncle, since you’re here, why sneak around?" Ge Jue Form couldn’t help but comment.

The elder before him was none other than the Elder Celestial Master of the Ge Family, besides himself, Ge Haidan.

The outsiders believed the Pure Yang Ge Family’s representative at Transcendent Zhenren’s disciple acceptance ceremony was Ge Jue Form but were unaware that this Elder Celestial Master had also arrived.

"You still haven’t answered my question." Ge Haidan asked solemnly, hands behind his back.

"Don’t know him, just a promising seed," Ge Jue Form casually replied.

"Really? A promising seed..." Ge Haidan slightly raised an eyelid, nodding.

"True enough, Zhang Lingzong’s brat is indeed a promising seed."

As he spoke, the dim flames flickered violently, and Ge Jue Form’s eyes narrowed into lines, fixating on his long-retired elder uncle.

"You think I’m old and blind, deaf, oblivious to everything?" Ge Haidan remarked indifferently.

"Old uncle, the older you get, the more scheming you become," Ge Jue Form implied with a hint of meaning.

"I told you years ago not to associate with those of the Old Zhang Family, but you wouldn’t listen..." Ge Haidan said lightly.

"You’ve gotten too close to Zhang Lingzong. Even after South Zhang’s demise, you remain entangled with him. Do you know how much trouble that invites? How many messes I’ve cleaned up for you?" Ge Haidan said gravely.

"Entangled? Uncle, if you can’t speak properly, shall we not speak?" Ge Jue Form shrugged indifferently.

"The Zhang Family brings trouble wherever they go. I’ve disliked the Dragon Tiger Mountain crew since my youth," Ge Haidan shook his head.

"The little rascal is trouble too."

"Old uncle, you’d better not touch him," Ge Jue Form’s gaze suddenly darkened; his voice cold, "After all, I wouldn’t want to rebel at my age."

"Hmph, you’re aligning yourself with Zhang the Second’s brat," Ge Haidan sneered and laughed coldly.

"Never mind, the little rascal... he’s just a rascal. I’m not meddling in the Zhang Family’s affairs."

"Old uncle, you haven’t come this time to attend Transcendent Zhenren’s disciple acceptance ceremony," Ge Jue Form raised an eyebrow, revealing a meaningful expression.

"There’s something I originally didn’t intend to tell you, but... it’s necessary," Ge Haidan suddenly said.

"What?" Ge Jue Form’s gaze sank, sensing something amiss.

"Lord of Jiang Palace, appear before us."

Suddenly, Ge Haidan softly murmured to the void, and as soon as he spoke, beneath the haunting moonlight, a shadow gently emerged, followed by a man stepping out, none other than the Lord of Jiang Palace...

"Ming Shenshou!" Ge Jue Form angrily shouted, recognizing him.

"Ge Jue Form, long time no see." Ming Shenshou’s lips curled upward, indicating past interactions.

"Old uncle..."

Ge Jue Form, astutely aware, quickly turned his gaze to Ge Haidan, seemingly awaiting an explanation.

"Chu Chaoran has lived too long," Ge Haidan sighed softly.

"Old uncle, are you mad?"

With these words alone, countless thoughts raced through Ge Jue Form’s mind; his eyes widened, revealing deep incredulity.

He couldn’t understand how his elder uncle, one of his own Ge Family, could harbor such a maddening notion.

"Are you trying to thrust the Ge Family into eternal doom?" Ge Jue Form exclaimed.

"It’s not just us involved in this; many are backing us..." Ge Haidan sighed gravely.

"Jue Form, you should know, with the sun high above, some face the sun to thrive, while others find it too bright, too harsh..."

"If this succeeds, the Ge family’s incense will burn for millions of years; if it fails, you become the final fallback."

"So, you know nothing."

"Many backing us? Old uncle, you should know, no chance of winning whatsoever. Our Ge Family need not tread this path..." Ge Jue Form said gravely.

"Nor need we ally with the Wuwei Sect."

Saying this, he cast a fierce glare at Ming Shenshou, a sinister killing intent rising in his eyes.

"Your Ge Family definitely has reasons," Ming Shenshou chuckled.

With those words, Ming Shenshou suddenly gazed at the decrepit observatory: "Am I right, elder?"

"Generations push forward like waves on the Yangtze River, are you this era’s Jiang Palace Lord?"

Suddenly, a raspy voice emerged from the derelict temple.

Ge Jue Form turned his head to see a hunched, heavily bandaged figure walked out, emanating a foul stench, with only a single exposed eyeball.

"Brother..."

At that moment, Ge Haidan approached.

"Brother?"

Ge Jue Form’s expression changed rapidly, revealing shock.

He’s from the Ge Family’s collateral branch, while Ge Haidan belongs to the direct lineage. He indeed had a brother who died many years ago.

That man was called Ge Zhenren, who died before Ge Jue Form had even been born.

"My family’s good child," Ge Zhenren’s exposed eye gently rotated as he looked at Ge Jue Form, oddly exuding a gentle expression.

"Younger generation..."

With just one glance, Ge Zhenren turned away in Ge Haidan’s support, facing Ming Shenshou.

"Rest assured, senior, Vice Sect Leader Yue said he will aid the Ge Family in presenting a grand tribute to the one at Zhenwu Mountain," Ming Shenshou said softly.

Faced with Ge Zhenren, even the Jiang Palace Lord showed respect.

"Chu... it’s been many years since we last met; he’ll surely be surprised upon seeing me."

"I want to know why." Ge Jue Form gazed intently at what was believed to be a deceased familial elder, asking solemnly.

"Why?"

"Chu Chaoran is nothing but a charlatan; few in this world know his true face," Ge Zhenren smirked coldly, his laughter tinged with brazen derision.

"Charlatan?"

"You probably don’t know, he is Human Xiao, the strongest in history, the Human Xiao of Three Corpses Daoist." Ge Zhenren’s laughter grew increasingly maniacal.

"What?"

With these words, Ge Jue Form’s expression changed abruptly, his eyes shone with deep solemnity and confusion as he gazed at Ge Zhenren.

"You’re wondering how I know?"

"Because, I too was once the strongest generation..."

With that, Ming Shenshou’s eyes widened in excitement.

"The strongest generation of the Thirteen Zodiacs, and you’re the only one to survive..."

"Rooster!"

"Ge Zhenren!"