Long live the British Empire

  Yi Chen quickly got out of the car, and the young driver next to him sped away. Looking at the magnificent golden hotel entrance in front of him, Yi Chen quickly went around to the back alley of the hotel, and then his figure seemed to rise up like a ghost, directly reaching the rooftop. Finally, the flying sword that had lost its master after the destruction of the moral sect's disciple was floating about 100 meters above, and Yi Chen naturally wouldn't be polite, stretching out his hand and using the Tianxing Sect's sword control technique to absorb it, sealing it in his grasp.

  Fēi Lì's body was covered in ice crystals as she fell to the ground, and Yì Chén felt a sharp pain in his heart. He rushed over to her and transmitted a gentle stream of true yuan energy into her body through his hands. Inside Fēi Lì's body, there were surging waves of power that Yì Chén was extremely familiar with. In his heart, he cursed: "Damn it, the trash of the Dao Dé Zōng, actually triggering heavenly lightning! Are you trying to exterminate demons? Your opponent is human, after all... Although Fēi Lì can't be considered a pure human, shouldn't Jié Sī Tè have some conscience?"

  After slightly stabilizing Feli's injuries, Yichen quickly arrived in front of Jester and probed his body with his hand. He found that except for the penetrating wound on Jester's left shoulder, there were no other major problems. The alien power that had been struck by lightning and entered his body had all been released with the last blow, which was just a loss of strength.

  Footsteps echoed in the corridor, and Yichen picked up the two of them and lightly jumped down from the rooftop. Yichen vaguely remembered the room number that Fei Li had mentioned before, but couldn't quite recall it. After rummaging through Fei Li's and Jester's pockets for half a day, he finally found the door card with the room number on it. Yichen's divine sense extended outward, scouting out the hotel floor before bringing the two of them in through the window. Fei Li was placed on the bed in the inner room, while Jester was tossed onto the sofa outside.

  The outside gradually became noisy, and the last loud noise not only attracted the nearby police but also a group of reporters. Yichun quietly closed the window, pulled up the door, and then walked to the entrance of Fattadio's house.

  Fattadio was pacing back and forth, waiting for his boss's reply. The sudden loud noise just above their heads startled his two assistants, who were stuck on either side of the door. Yichen knocked gently on the door, Fattadio looked nervously at the door with a small five-shot pistol now in his hand. Yichen said softly: "Fattadio, it's me, Yichen."

  Fatiao's face suddenly brightened, and he hastily opened the door, pulling Yichen in with one hand, asking repeatedly: "Yi, how are you? Have they mistreated you? I won't let them off... I swear, I'll make sure they all get fired."

  Yi Chen smiled: "It's okay, it's nothing, just a little misunderstanding. The person who insisted on catching me had some conflicts with me before, so they abused their power and took me in, but now they still have to let me go... Fatadi, listen to me, when I came back earlier, something strange happened outside, you must not go out and provoke trouble, just rest well, and then we'll go directly to Beijing. I'm very tired, and I still need to explain some things to Feili and the others, OK, don't disturb me anymore."

  Without giving Fatadio a chance to speak, Yichen quickly walked out. Fatadio muttered to himself: "What's going on? Dammit, is the UFO attacking Earth or something? The floor just shook a few times, did terrorists attack Shanghai? No way... Whatever, as long as we're safe that's all that matters... Rest, rest, dammit, I swear, that damn cop, I'll make sure he loses his job."

  Yi Chen returned to his own room, locked the door tightly, and ignored the noise outside, starting to treat Jester's injuries with qigong.

  Jester's internal small universe had become a mess, the power of fire he originally possessed was even more chaotic and flowed freely inside his body. A thread of steam clearly emanated from his body. Yī Chén sat cross-legged in front of Jester, his hands pressed virtually on his body, and a powerful star force formed two silver light streams that sprayed onto Jester's body.

  Jester's body convulsed and floated up. Yi Chen ruthlessly utilized the Eastern Green Dragon's star power to shatter the Western star power that now dominated Jester's body, then applied the Tian Xing Sect's 'Gan Lin Curse', transforming the surrounding Zhou Tian star power into a life-saving, injury-healing nectar that washed and tempered Jester's injured meridians and pierced left shoulder. Silver dew drops appeared in the air, accompanied by a faint rustling sound, as the dew drops slowly fell, merging with Jester's body, then blending with the star power within him to repair the damaged tissues.

  Yi Chen swiftly grasped the sword finger, and with a burst of frantic tapping on Jester's body, threads of pure true yuan poured in, gradually merging into Jester's meridians. It was as if a layer of silver armor had been donned onto his meridians. From now on, he wouldn't have to worry too much about the dangers brought by losing control of his firepower. As long as Jester's firepower didn't exceed Yi Chen's strength at this moment, it would be impossible for him to break through the defensive measures Yi Chen had added.

  More and more silver dewdrops appeared, if at the beginning it was still a faint spring drizzle, now it had already turned into a summer downpour, countless sweet dew poured onto Jester's body, and then seeped into his body. Gradually, the empty state inside Jester's body was filled up, but under Yichens' drive, the dewdrops continued to be produced, gradually forming a silver canopy that enveloped Jester inside.

  Jie Si Te let out a long, thin breath, and the small universe within his body began to slowly rotate automatically, continuously absorbing the thick power outside his body.

  Yi Chen let out a sigh of relief. Jester's injuries had already healed, and now was the perfect time to cultivate. It all depended on how much Jester could absorb.

  She quickly walked into the bedroom, and Yichun began to treat Feili with a similar gourd drawing technique. Feili's eyelids kept trembling, and Yichun's true yuan had taken over her circulation thirty-six times already. After that, Feili forcibly opened her eyes, saw Yichun at once, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face as she tightly wrapped herself around Yichun's body, her red lips tightly kissing him.

  Easy dust is easy to get rid of, and hurriedly warned her: "Baby, I'm treating you for injuries, don't be reckless... Good girl, wait until I help you heal your wounds, and then I'll pamper you well." Fei Li nodded obediently, sat cross-legged as Easy Dust taught her, and began to circulate her internal energy.

  Yi Chen nodded and began to circle around Feili at high speed, with streams of sweet dew forming a silver spring that poured into Feili's body. With Yi Chen's help, Feili's small universe gradually began to solidify, and then subtly showed the trend of forming four large cycles. Yi Chen was very satisfied with this perception, watching as Feili's face gradually emitted a warm, silvery glow, seeing that her strength had already reached a new level, although she hadn't made any breakthroughs in terms of boundaries, but her power had increased significantly.

  Below, the police sirens were blaring wildly, and the police were in a flurry of activity, searching everywhere to see if there was anything out of place, what had caused the huge noise just now. They were completely bewildered, having no idea what to do.

  One of Long Fei's senior uncles, known as Huo De Dao Chang, an old Taoist who claimed to be the Fire Virtue Dao Master, found his junior uncle's primordial spirit on the rooftop of a high-rise building in Pudong at the first time. Seeing that his junior uncle was seriously injured, Huo De Dao Chang's anger surged and he hastily sent out the Starfire Token. A thread of red firelight flashed by, and soon, his two junior uncles and eight junior nephews arrived one after another. After a while, the disciple of the Taoist sect who was covered in holes all over his body and struggling desperately with the power of the spiritual elixir also arrived.

  Apart from Long Fei, all the disciples of Dao De Zong in Shanghai were present. Of course, there was one who could only be considered a soul. Huo De Dao Zhang spent a bottle of Condensed Soul Dan to stabilize his own unlucky nephew's primordial spirit and put it into a treasure pouch. He then asked his injured nephew, whose body was still flowing with blood: "What happened? I just felt that someone among you had invited the Fumo Heavenly Thunder, and as soon as I arrived, you were all in this state! Who hurt you? The Ghost King of Beimang Mountain? The nine beast kings of Sanxia or other powerful ghosts?"

  Huode said that the remaining few heterodox in China now possess great power, but they are afraid of heavenly calamity and usually do not come out to make trouble. Huode estimated that other orthodox cultivators would never dare to do such a thing to the Daode Sect, so it must have been these heterodox who had no relationship with each other before who committed this heinous crime.

  The Taoist disciple, covered in wounds, took a deep breath and said: "Fei Long Shixiong sent word that he found Yi Chenzi, who was expelled from the Tianxing Sect more than four years ago. We heard the news and wanted to go teach him a lesson, but unexpectedly got into a fight with his two subordinates... The disciple is incompetent, and in a moment of carelessness, fell into their trap." This Taoist disciple felt wronged, and the power displayed by Fei Li was probably similar to that of a Snow Demon from the Kunlun Mountains. Who knew that due to a moment of negligence, he ended up in this state?

  He had just finished speaking those mindless words, and this disciple was also unable to catch his breath, fainting and falling backwards, with his primordial spirit on the verge of collapse.

  Huode and others were in an uproar again, and after easily rescuing the gatekeeper, Huode jumped up and down, shouting: "Yichenzi? He actually dared to order his subordinates to severely injure my Daoist brother's disciple. Is he tired of living? Two fellow disciples, all of you disciples, follow me to see what kind of earth-shattering skills this Yichenzi has cultivated after four years."

  It's just that Huo De's junior fellow apprentice was well-versed in reason: "Senior brother, wait a minute, we don't really understand what happened, it's hard to say whether Yi Chenzi deliberately opposed us. Moreover, senior brother personally witnessed Tianxinzi pointing out Yi Chen's cultivation back then, could it be that Yi Chen encountered a true immortal and was able to recover? That's absolutely impossible, so Yi Chen is still a useless person now, where does he have the ability to provoke us? Those two who fought with our disciples also don't know whether they are his subordinates or not."

  Another elder Taoist also advised: "Senior brother, Qinghe senior brother is right, we can't act rashly. After all, this is in the mortal world, if things get out of hand, it won't be good for us... Why don't we first find Feilong junior master and ask him what happened, then consult with the sect leader before making a decision?"

  Huò Dé Lǎo Dào nodded his head, thinking that the two junior brothers were right. It was indeed necessary to clarify things before talking about revenge. What if Tiān Xīn Zǐ had really let Wú Chén escape and hadn't eliminated Yī Chén Zǐ? Then it was possible that Tiān Xīn Zǐ was Yī Chén Zǐ's backer this time, which meant that the Tiān Xīng Sect wanted to turn against the Dào Dé Sect. Hmm, this was something that couldn't be taken lightly...

  This is good, originally two old Daoists were going to think thrice before acting, but now they've even led Fire Virtue's mind astray.

  A group of Taoist priests suddenly transformed into rainbow-colored lights and flew up, and in the blink of an eye, they had already arrived at the rooftop of Long Fei's building. The lights flashed continuously, and several Taoist priests rushed towards the stairs leading to the rooftop. More than a dozen heavily armed special task force members were already accustomed to this scene and didn't dare block the Taoist priests, letting them rush down instead.

  However, just as Huo De and others came over to roughly explain what the loud noise was about, the command center issued a directive on how to handle it. All ordinary police officers at the scene were dispatched and received orders strictly prohibiting further discussion of the incident. More than 20 media reporters were gathered together, and a unified draft was handed over to them. The headline for tomorrow's edition would be a uniform tone, nothing more than a severe weather condition, with just a few loud thunderclaps.

  Yi Chen started fiddling with the flying sword he had obtained after putting Feili to sleep.

  The sword is one foot three inches long, two fingers wide and three tenths of an inch thick. There is no hilt, just a narrow strip of curved blade with a slight arc. The edge of the sword is clear and cold, giving off a chilling aura that makes people feel oppressed. Although it has been strongly suppressed by Yidun's powerful seal, the sword body still seems to be jumping around like a spirit snake, ready to break through the air at any time.

  Yi Chen lightly released a thread of true yuan energy that seeped in, and was delighted to discover that this flying sword was made from the East Sea's seabed's thousand-year-old cold jade mixed with some pure Western Tai Bai Jin Jing's essence, refined and forged. In terms of material, it was a rare good quality among flying swords. Moreover, what made Yi Chen even more satisfied was that the owner of the flying sword was one level lower than himself in terms of cultivation realm, making it easy for him to claim the sword as his own.

  Now, Yi Chen wouldn't be polite. With both hands grasping the hilt of the sword, a burst of starlight enveloped the entire sword body. A crisp crackling sound was heard as the true energy and divine thoughts that the disciple of the Dao De Zong had attached to the flying sword were completely cleared away. Yi Chen slowly spat out a mouthful of primordial yuanqi related to his life, enveloping the flying sword within it. The three flavors of true fire that he cultivated to sustain himself gently began to subtly adjust the shape of the flying sword according to his will. Having been an underground society boss for several years, Yi Chen deeply understood the principle that stolen goods must be remade before being sold.

  Not long after, following the Tianxing Sect's mental method, Yichun had initially controlled this flying sword... Oh, wrong, this flying knife, Yichun had refined its shape into a small, handle-less, curved moon-shaped knife, much shorter and thicker than the previous flying sword. It shone brightly, emitting a chilling aura that made people feel cold. Yichun lightly manipulated it to dance in the room for several rounds, with circular light rings shooting out and dancing around, the icy sword energy letting out a faint 'hissing' sound.

  Yi Chen was extremely satisfied, his mouth opened, the flying knife rapidly shrunk and flew into his mouth, merging with Yi Chen's primordial spirit. Let his divine thoughts slowly forge it, so that in the future he can manipulate it even more at will.

  Yi Chen stretched his waist, this time he really made a profit. Originally, he was worried that he couldn't find any good quality goods to cast the magic weapon he needed in the UK, but as soon as he returned to China, he got an excellent one. Yi Chen patted his forehead and smiled slyly: "Damn it, why bother casting it myself? From now on, I'll just do it like this, can't I?"

  The sky was bright, and Yidun was awakened by the knocking on the door. He hastily flew out of the inner room and walked towards the outer room's door. From the frequency of the knocks on the door and the thick sound emitted, it could be seen that the person who came was either Fei'er or Ge'er.

  As expected, Phil and Goll stood outside with a sturdy build, seemingly taken aback as they looked at Yichun and asked: "Boss, you're out?"

  Yi Chen smiled and nodded, gesturing for them to enter. He closed the door behind them and said, "Help yourselves to a drink, I haven't had a chance to tidy up this room yet... Hmm, was it Feli who called you over? Well, since you're here, that's all right then. Leaving Cain on the other side makes me feel at ease too. You can take a break and keep me company while we watch this Olympics thingy. I don't get why so many people from around the world are flocking to see it. By the way, was everything okay at home when you left?"

  Phil nodded and put down the small suitcase in his hand: "Yes, boss, everything was fine at home when I came out... what's wrong with you?"

  "Unfortunately, I ran into an old enemy who is now a high-ranking official. He invited me in and we sat for a few hours, that's all. Phil, don't waste any more time, go find Fattori, we're leaving for Beijing immediately... You just need to stall him with some nonsense, like I told you earlier."

  Yi Chen kicked Jester's thigh on the sofa, and Jester's eyes suddenly opened wide, with two silver lights shooting out. He quickly launched a series of 36 consecutive kicks at Yi Chen's head. By the time he saw Yi Chen's face clearly, Yi Chen had already easily caught his attacks and grabbed his ankle, throwing him away. "Jester, you idiot," he scolded, "didn't I tell you yesterday that if you're not careful when Star Force hasn't formed a stable circulation system, you might end up crippled? You were lucky this time, but don't do it again! Hurry up and wash your face, we're going to Beijing."

  "Boss, you're out? OK, it's all good now... damn it, did you heal my wound? That's awesome! Those two bastards from last night, I won't let them off, damn it..."

  Yi Chen was about to kick it away, Jester hastily rushed out of the room and went to his own room across the way to wash up.

  "Yi Chen said to Ge Er: "Ge Er, block anyone who wants to find me or Fa Ta Di Ao, don't be polite, use Fa Ta Di Ao's boss's name to block them, no matter what their identity is, just respond with a standard diplomatic tone, huh?" Ge Er took orders and his huge body walked out like a wall, guarding the entrance of the corridor."

  It's not Yi Chen's fault, since the people from Dao De Zong appeared in Shanghai and Long Fei might have connections with some official forces that he couldn't afford to offend, Yi Chen absolutely didn't have any intention of provoking them. Until now, Jie Si Te and Fei Li are fine, and Yi Chen isn't too resentful towards the people from Dao De Zong, after all, he had severely injured Long Fei before, so it's only fair that they take revenge on him as long as they don't go overboard. What Yi Chen didn't know was that it was because of Dao De Zong that Tian Xing Zong drove him out.

  Hurry up and leave Shanghai, this is the only thought in Yi Chen's mind.

  Hastily finishing their breakfast, Yicun and Fatadi led the group down to the great hall. On a high wall inside the great hall, a plasma TV screen suddenly flashed on, showing a middle-aged man with a refined appearance, bearing the standard imprint of an English gentleman. In a standard Oxford accent, he said: "Ladies and gentlemen, I now announce an important piece of news. Our great Queen is preparing to formally hand over the throne to Prince Charles..."

  Yi Chen and Fatah Dio looked at each other and burst out laughing, then suddenly hugged each other and shouted: "Long live the British Empire! Hahaha..."

  The throne of the UK is about to change, which means that the plan for the UK to join the Eurozone will be announced soon. As a result, the UK will start a series of major adjustments in politics, economy and culture, and it's also the time for Fatadiou and Yichen to make a fortune amidst this chaos.

  Foreign tourists nearby looked at them in surprise. The two people didn't look like British people at all, so why were they cheering so wildly? How strange, how strange...