Weird

  At night, the curved moon's clear and cold light shone down slowly.

  These days, everything has been going on secretly. Yi Chen made a stir at the beginning and then retreated to his own nest. It's not wise to show off too much and take all the credit. Those big shots like to do things themselves and enjoy the feeling of struggling alone. Yi Chen doesn't need to destroy their innate sense of superiority, anyway, he will get his share in the end, why bother showing off now?

  Especially M seemed to have expected something, she dispatched a large number of special agents, and it's unknown what they're monitoring now. If there's too much activity, who knows, maybe her clean record will be tainted with a black mark, why bother?

  Undercurrents are surging, but only a dozen or so people in the know are clear about what's going to happen. The incumbent Prime Minister and his ministers are still busy dealing with all sorts of things, especially those inexplicable soldiers who ended up in Russia, as well as that batch of missing military supplies. The Russians are opening their mouths wide, demanding a huge amount of economic aid, otherwise they'll take the matter to the United Nations, a scandal that would be enough to bring down the Prime Minister.

  The country that bought the arms, however, had its plan to establish a template-style special assault brigade ruined and was now relentlessly pursuing Hu En for payment. The mud stuck to the radish as it was pulled out, and the cabinet ministers immediately found out that Hu En had taken a huge kickback. However, this wasn't the time to worry about such things, or else the notorious country would be placated, and rumors would spread like wildfire by tomorrow. The Minister of Finance gritted his teeth, calculating the payments line by line, almost in tears.

  London under the night sky remains as calm and steady as an old lady dozing off in her armchair with a beloved black cat in her arms.

  No, maybe wrong, in a corner of Buckingham Palace, Arthur's bedroom, Arthur was jumping and scolding, the object of his outburst was naturally the current King of England.

  "Heavens, Your Majesty, are all the doctors in England idiots? How did they graduate from medical school? They can't even treat eleven people's injuries properly? It's been almost a month and if I hadn't protected them with holy light every day, they would have died long ago."

  His Majesty the King sighed: "Dear Arthur, there's no way, really no way. Who knows what kind of strange injuries they've sustained? They're burning all over, but blood tests show no viruses present... What on earth have they been injured by? You can't even give a clear answer, how are doctors supposed to treat them?"

  Arthur was stunned, yeah, he couldn't explain what injuries his eleven Knights of the Round Table had suffered either... He lost face to the point of being ashamed at home, Arthur thought angrily, maybe he should get his friends over to help him out. If those eleven subordinates, partners, and brothers were going to die like this, he would turn Europe upside down to find that bastard who attacked the Tower of London and kill him.

  To be honest, it's not Arthur's fault. The Chinese cultivator infused the sword with his self-cultivated Triple-Flavor True Fire, and this kind of True Fire attack is unheard of in Europe. If they can't use an even stronger True Yuan Force to force the True Fire out of their bodies, all eleven Knights of the Round Table will definitely die. No matter how strong your Holy Power is, Arthur, you can't take care of ten people for ten or twenty years, can you? When the external True Fire triggers the internal fire energy within them, they'll be attacked from both inside and out, and even if the Pope himself intervenes, they'll still be doomed.

  But all these troubles had nothing to do with Yi Chen anymore, the business on the first and second floors was booming, so Yi Chen simply doubled the price of wine, as a result, it seemed that the guests didn't react at all, still drinking bottle after bottle, making the accountant almost laugh his mouth off.

  Fei Li quietly operated her True Yuan in her own room, she really disliked entering that empty and desolate training room, so it was impossible to force her.

  Fell and Gole, two brothers, sat cross-legged in a corner of the training room, their bodies already floating more than a foot off the ground.

  Jie Si Cheng floated in the air, forming a cross shape. Everyone else's body emitted silver light, but his alone emitted red light and black gas, like a piece of burning charcoal. His body temperature was too high, so others didn't dare to get close to him. As a result, this 10x10 meter practice room was occupied by him alone for 60%.

  It's only the Tianxing Sect that dares to gather together like this to practice their skills. Because the circulation of true yuan in their bodies all resonate with the celestial stars, unless someone stabs you in the chest, it's basically impossible for them to go crazy from excessive energy, and they're not afraid of making any noise that might startle themselves. The power of the starry sky's rotation is so great that even a little external disturbance can't disrupt their internal true yuan circulation, because all of that is driven by the celestial stars. At the same time, gathering together to practice has many benefits, at least when external demons come to harass them, they can join forces to resist.

  Chekhov sat quietly in front of Yidun, with the primitive star power circulating within his body. At this moment, his weak true yuan force was being driven by Yidun to circulate in a cycle. His muscles, which had originally shrunk, were now like withered wood meeting spring, and every muscle fiber was excitedly jumping, then slowly thickening, becoming more solid, and gaining more elasticity. Then, the muscle cells became even more compact, making his resistance to impact stronger.

  Yi Chen secretly rejoiced, if Chekhov hadn't ruined his body too much in the past, his progress wouldn't be slower than Jester's. Although he was a bit depleted of true yuan now, Yi Chen had already given him several prescriptions to replenish his essence and marrow, which seemed to have a good effect. Unfortunately, England was also quite barren, unable to find any zhū guǒ, yù shí, or lán tián gān lán, otherwise he wouldn't have to go to such great lengths himself.

  But such hard work is also worth it, Chekhov can now make hundreds of kilograms of heavy objects fly in the air at nearly sonic speed, with an astonishing momentum that is unmatched. If replaced with those small blades, the lethality would be much stronger than ordinary handguns.

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  Seeing Chekhov's body stabilizing, Yidun knew that this kind of substitution and manipulation couldn't be rushed, so he slowly withdrew his palm from Chekhov's back and began to meditate.

  Two months ago, when fighting with Arthur, he had already broken through into the Six Radiant Star realm, and was only one step away from the perfect realm of the first Great Wheel. This would also be the most difficult step. Yi Chen did not hope to be a genius, able to complete in just two years what his predecessors needed hundreds of years to accomplish, but at least he needed to condense the true yuan in his body into something even more pure, making the power contained within him stronger. Although he could directly call upon external star energy, that was not his own thing after all, and using it was nowhere near as effortless as using his own true yuan.

  A silver aura burst out from Yi Chen's body, and the aura gradually thickened, enveloping Yi Chen in it. A layer of glossy light emanated from Yi Chen's body, while strands of silver mist gathered around him, slowly wrapping around him.

  Yì chén's thoughts sank into his own body, starting to drive the six-star power, slowly following the mysterious trajectory. Strands of silver mist were drawn into the body, then slowly merged into his star core, and the star core became more dazzling. The surrounding star power circulation emitted a brilliant silver light, and small silver stars were constantly produced, then slowly spreading outwards around the boundless small universe within the body. This was a thriving, ever-growing galaxy.

  Yi Chen recalled the description in the classic texts of this school, from simple to complex, it's a very easy stage, as long as you keep increasing your Xing Li degree. However, if you want to go from complex to simple, that is, from Zhou Tian Xing Li to 28 Su to Liu Yao Xing to the original cycle, it's a process of constantly using your own power to destroy the existing system and establish a new one.

  It seems that all of one's strength is stored in an already established system, and then one has to destroy this system themselves. Moreover, at the moment it collapses, they have to forcibly drive those scattered stellar forces into a new cycle. Just thinking about it gives me a headache. In the past, predecessors would frantically accumulate true yuan until they reached the point of 'water overflowing', and then naturally enter the next stage.

  But the passage of time, which had been going on for hundreds of years, was just like that. Yi Chen was really unwilling to accept it, but what could he do? Cultivating the Tao was originally a path against heaven, where was there a shortcut to take?

  The star core continued to expand, and then was condensed back again. Yi Chen's entire body was filled with a hazy star power, the true yuan force whizzing back and forth, gathering these scattered star powers together, and then sending them into the circulation within his body.

  Yi Chen suddenly felt the radiant energy of millions of paths within his body, but today he could no longer continue to condense his true energy. After all, he was not a god and couldn't keep his body operating tirelessly. As a result, the hazy and scattered star power within him gradually dissipated, seeping out of his body thread by thread.

  Three to five strands of strange true yuan power appeared, they frantically searched for those star powers that were about to dissipate from Yidun's body. Every time they touched those star powers, the star powers followed these fine threads of true yuan and disappeared somewhere unknown. Yidun was shocked in his heart, he shouldn't have reached the point where he would be condemned by heaven yet, right? This... could it be that the demon head was haunting him?

  Yi Chen's heart was shaken, and his hands quickly formed a series of hand seals. The nineteen demon-subduing talismans of the Tian Xing Sect appeared in response, and he applied them to himself one after another. Yi Chen's heart was shocked beyond measure. According to the teachings of his sect, the so-called "Heavenly Tribulation" usually referred to external forces such as earth, water, fire, wind, thunder, and lightning that were imposed on a person; whereas the so-called "Demon Head" came from unknown origins, left without a trace, changed forms constantly, and had no fixed pattern. However, it was generally said that after taking shape in the outside world, it would use the Five Thieves' tactics to entice cultivators. Who had ever heard of a Demon Head entering someone's body and frantically absorbing their energy?

  Yi Chen's divine sense traversed his entire body in an instant, but he couldn't find the source of those true yuan forces. Instead, they were constantly absorbing the scattered starlight, but didn't dare to touch Yi Chen's Six Radiant Star Circulation. In comparison, Yi Chen's Six Radiant Star Power was too strong, and could easily destroy them. Yi Chen's heart skipped a beat, his star core slightly shook, and a dazzling silver light burst out from his body, instantly sweeping through every part of his internal organs. Those scattered starlight were also instantly cleared away.

  As expected, the scattered star force in his body disappeared, and those strange true yuan threads also disappeared. Yi Chen was clear that he did not destroy them, so where were they? Yi Chen's divine sense frantically scanned inside his body tens of millions of times, but there was no discovery.

  Yi Chen gradually recalled some things, recalling the time when his star core was reformed. It was also a strand of exotic true yuan and himself desperately messing around, finally barely killing him off, allowing himself to thoroughly break free from the shackles of his sect's elders' true yuan... This feeling is very similar to last time... But if these strange true yuan powers were set up by the sect's elders, then it would make sense that he couldn't detect them. However, there was no way that Tian Xinzi wouldn't have discovered the shackles set up by his fellow disciples when she was helping him increase his strength.

  Yi Chen gritted his teeth and cursed: "Dao De Zong, damn it, I'll screw your ancestors! It's not easy for me to restart my cultivation and gain even stronger powers than before, but you guys are playing tricks on me!"

  It's possible that the old masters of the Taoist sect might have manipulated things, their Taoist teachings emphasize leaving no traces, being clear and carefree, they might have fooled Tian Xinzi, or maybe not.

  Yi Chen bit her lip, thinking to herself, what are these alien true yuan doing absorbing the scattered star power? Is it that their own strength is not enough? Perhaps, perhaps when Tian Xinzi last increased his cultivation for himself, he had already broken through half of his Taoist techniques, so these true yuan can absorb star power to supplement their own techniques. Yi Chen thought to herself, if it were pure and original star power, the people of the Dao De Zong would not be able to use it, but these star powers have changed into pure energy after being absorbed into her body, no wonder...

  For the sake of one's own safety, is it necessary to go to Mount Emei to seek out Tianxinzi? Perhaps letting him give oneself a good diagnosis would be better. Thinking about it, Fa Tian Lao Dao and others are not to be underestimated either. In front of Tianxinzi, they actually dared to lay hands on themselves. After all, the Daode Sect is the former leader of the cultivation sects, with endless mysterious skills and secret methods.

  "Ah, now that Russia is on the right track and their military management has become more rigorous... but it's still possible to get two nuclear warheads, isn't it? Damn, should I go back to China and blow up the Dao De Sect's mountain gate? With that kind of power, all the cultivators who haven't reached the flying ascension realm would be finished, right? That way, the Dao De Sect could be exterminated... what a great idea!"

  "No, no, if it comes to that, who knows, maybe another World War will start, and if too many people die, it'll all be on my head. When the time of great calamity arrives, I'll be doomed... Daoist Zong, Fa Tian Lao Dao, Fei Long Dao Zhang, you just wait, I won't let things end peacefully with you."

  Everyone noticed that Yi Chen's face was a bit off, so, including Fei Li, they were all extremely careful not to do anything meaningless to provoke his anger.

  Yi Chen also noticed this and smiled bitterly: "I'm worried that I might need a hundred years to reach the next realm, what's the big deal? Why are you all being so careful?" He said this half-jokingly, but there were some things that he'd rather bear alone, no need to let everyone worry about him.

  Fiona immediately pounced on him: "Boss, I didn't know your expression was so frightening just now... Is it because of this sad thing? It takes a hundred years? Heaven, how can it take so long?"

  Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders, and with one hand, he hugged Feili: "No way, if it wasn't for Master Shibo's help back then, I'd still be stuck in the Zhoutian Daxing realm... Cultivating the Dao is something that takes time. If you could ascend to heaven in just fifty or sixty years, everyone would go cultivate the Dao, who would want to be an ordinary commoner?"

  Chekhov then asked another question: "Boss, you said it would take a hundred years to reach the next level?"

  Yi Chen nodded lightly.

  Chekhov asked cautiously: "That is to say, you can live for at least another hundred years? Is that right? Isn't it?"

  Yi Chen thought for a moment, didn't know why Chekhov asked this, but there was nothing wrong with it, so he continued to nod and say: "Right, if I reached my current level, living for three to five hundred years is no problem. If I can complete the first major cycle, then if I can resist the heavenly calamity, I can live forever."

  Chekhov exclaimed: "Oh God, you are so merciful... damn it, if I can live for hundreds of years, how many beautiful women can I play with?"

  Everyone was stunned, Jest didn't wait for Yichen to make a move, and with one kick, he kicked Chekhov's butt, sending him flying five or six meters away, slamming into the ground with a loud thud.

  Yi Chen shook his head and ordered, "Pay attention to the situation in Russia for now. Then, focus all your energy on Italy. Mr. Kane and others are active there. If anything goes slightly wrong, we'll immediately take action, got it?"

  Everyone nodded in agreement, except for Chikov who crawled on the ground and muttered a curse at Dzhest: "Damn you, may your car crash into a police car tomorrow."

  Yi Chen gently stroked Feili's long hair, saying viciously: "Controlling the Angetti family is a very important part of our interests, so I don't allow failure. Old Angetti and his eldest son must die. If necessary, we can take out all the big shots of other families, even if it means offending all Italian families, there's nothing to be afraid of."

  Jester pulled out the dragon-slaying dagger, sinisterly licking the blade with his blood-red tongue, seemingly thinking about something. However, there was no need for him to explain, as Yichun clearly knew that Jester must be plotting another sneak attack on the two Holy Knights.

  One of Phil's subordinates walked in, slightly bowing and respectfully said: "Boss, Mr. Wester from Manchester has come to visit."

  Yi Chen was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and said loudly: "Please come in."