Chapter 158 - 157 Where Is My Little Black?

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Chapter 158: Chapter 157 Where Is My Little Black? Shen Gongbao waited for a long time, and eventually emerging from the cocoon was a Golden Silkworm, its body shimmering with golden light-covered scale armor, some parts adorned with golden fluff, and three radiant pairs of golden wings at its back. It looked nothing like other horrifying abnormal beasts; instead, it exuded a unique beauty. The radiant eyes of the Six-winged Golden Cicada sized up Shen Gongbao for quite some time before its body was engulfed in golden light, transforming into a man clad entirely in golden armor, with long golden hair, an impressively formidable demeanor, and a faint trace of wickedness on his face. "Do you know where Little Black went?" Shen Gongbao rubbed his hands respectfully and asked, "Who is Little Black?" "Little Black is Little Black." Bang! A kick landed directly on Shen Gongbao, knocking him down. The man then planted a large foot firmly on Shen Gongbao’s chest, impatiently saying, "Do you or do you not know where my Little Black went?" "Master Jin Can, Master Jin Can, have mercy! Could you tell me what traits this Little Black has?" In response, Jin Can delivered another swift kick to Shen Gongbao. "Little Black is not a master! Little Black is your granny." Then he revealed a face full of intoxication, saying, "She has an agile, light body, a beautiful black shell, six long legs that are so slender and well-shaped, and such glossy blackness~ A pair of spiritual big eyes with countless pupils, so captivating and mesmerizing, she’s simply my favorite~ Her voice is so hoarse yet alluring! And she has three pairs of wings just as beautiful as mine~" Shen Gongbao shivered uncontrollably upon hearing this, muttering to himself, "This doesn’t sound like something normal at all!" "Then, where does Granny Little Black usually live?" Jin Can, still lost in his intoxicated reverie, glanced back at him and said, "She and her offspring usually reside up above!" "But when I went looking for her recently, she seemed to have moved. Could it be she’s avoiding me?" Shen Gongbao’s brain worked overtime upon hearing Jin Can’s description, and he quickly deduced who Granny Little Black truly was—it must be Mosquito Daoist. He had heard rumors recently about the Mystic Sect’s demon purification efforts. Mosquito Daoist hadn’t ’moved houses’; she had likely been obliterated. Rolling his eyes, Shen Gongbao shamelessly whispered humbly, "Master, I do actually know some news about Granny Little Black, though." Jin Can, erratic as always, grabbed Shen Gongbao’s Daoist robe, yanked him close, and interrogated him wildly: "Where is she now? Is she living well? Is she getting enough food? Does she still love me?" Shen Gongbao immediately broke into sobs, wailing, "Oh, my poor Granny Little Black! She was attacked and killed for no good reason. Not a soul has stood up for her—it’s truly tragic!" Contrary to Shen Gongbao’s assumptions, Jin Can didn’t fly into a hysterical frenzy. Instead, he calmly squinted his eyes and challenged, "Little Black is far stronger than me. How could she be killed so casually?" "It was... it was someone named Jiang Ziya. He led a group of immortals to besiege Granny Little Black, even setting fire to her offspring, deploying a formation, and ultimately trapping and killing her!" Jin Can questioned him thoroughly for quite a while, and Shen Gongbao responded by weaving together all the rumors he had gathered—embellishing them for dramatic effect. The story was so convincing that Jin Can had no choice but to believe him. This was confirmed as Jin Can truly couldn’t find Mosquito Daoist; he couldn’t sense her energy even remotely. Jin Can flew into a complete rage, transforming into blinding golden light as he rampaged destructively through the surroundings, until finally dispersing into dots of light and vanishing into the distance. Shen Gongbao: "???" You’re supposed to go seek revenge against Jiang Ziya, aren’t you? Jin Can indeed wanted revenge for Mosquito Daoist but was keenly aware that he wasn’t strong enough to defeat her enemies. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have resorted to fawning over her. For primordial species like them, appearances and wealth meant nothing—it was all measured by strength! He wasn’t shirking revenge; he was simply off to find reinforcements, specifically Ah Chang. Ah Chang, the other primordial species, is the Hundred-eyed Golden Centipede. Together, the trio of Mosquito Daoist, Jin Can, and Ah Chang were childhood pals. Of them, Mosquito Daoist was the strongest, possessing combat power equivalent to a Mystic Sect Second Corpse Quasi-Saint; Jin Can was second, capable of One Corpse Quasi-Saint strength; and Hundred Eyes was the weakest but still a Quasi-Saint at the early stage. Interestingly, Shen Gongbao had previously encountered this Hundred-eyed Golden Centipede. What he had mistaken for ’mountains’ during his travels was merely the exposed tail segment of Hundred Eyes. And why was it black? Simply because the Hundred-eyed Golden Centipede hated cleanliness! Of course, that was just a joke—the black outer shell was a hardened layer of dirt and sand, which served as his first line of defense. Naturally, Jin Can, with his shimmering golden body, loathed him for this. Jin Can, being a fastidious germaphobe, obsessed over cleaning his radiant golden form. Ironically, Jin Can never realized that what Little Black despised most was precisely his supreme pride in his lustrous golden body—this was why she had always ignored him. Jin Can, now accompanied by his recently-fed little brother, returned to Shen Gongbao’s location. Shen Gongbao trembled uncontrollably at the sight of the massive centipede, tens of feet long, behind Jin Can. As for why Hundred Eyes wouldn’t go along willingly? Well, beating him up until he consented would do. "Get on. We’re going to avenge Little Black!" Shen Gongbao instantly fawned over Jin Can and leapt onto the centipede’s back, his face brimming with excitement. This thing was more ferocious than any Asura! The colossal centipede sped like a black dragon toward its destination, plunging into the Blood Sea. It wreaked havoc across the Ancestor of Nether River’s territory, clamoring for revenge on Mosquito Daoist, and eventually burst out of the Blood Sea to enter the Primordial Land. The roiling Blood Sea continued to assault the underworld, resulting in chaos and wailing spirits throughout the realm. Though the Ancestor of Nether River observed the turmoil, he did nothing—not because he didn’t want to, but because he lacked the strength to intervene. Nether River Mother was even less inclined to get involved. However, Lady Rashamon grew uneasy. Though she didn’t spot Shen Gongbao, the series of coincidental events worried her. Contemplating deeply, she decided to head for the underworld to inform Nezha. Ksitigarbha, now aiding in suppressing the Blood Sea alongside his forces, let out a cryptic chant before remarking gravely that the true catastrophe had arrived, with demons rampant everywhere. Moreover, gazing at the golden light amidst the chaos, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it had a connection to the West. Ksitigarbha’s wisdom truly shone—at this moment, Saint Zhunti had already begun moving. ... Below Chuanyun Pass, Master Taiyi and Luo Xuan performed their feats, while Fire Spirit continued to pummel Huang Long. Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Wei Hu clashed with Wu Wenhua. One wielded a giant hammer, the other a Vajra Pestle, their strikes echoing thunderously, turning the skies and earth into a maelstrom. Wei Hu wasn’t particularly eager to fight this big brute, but everyone had tacitly agreed to their respective duels. If the others weren’t fighting for their lives, one couldn’t truly hold this max-level human back either. He was the only straightforward combatant present, where others merely feigned intensity as they scrapped; Fire Spirit’s long-winded brawl with Huang Long had finally burnt through its frustrations, and now she was only sticking around out of courtesy for Wen Zhong. Might as well keep punching—after all, this punching bag was top-tier quality. Master Huang Long: "Thanks for the compliment, mate!" Yang Ren faced off against Liu Huan, whose cultivation exceeded his own. Liu Huan’s mastery of Wind Magic kept Yang Ren on edge, blowing him around and exhausting his array of techniques; despite all efforts, he couldn’t land a hit. As for Huang Tianhua? He had already been sent to the rear by Old Jiang to manage grain transport—which was no trivial task! After all, didn’t Yang Jian do this job beforehand?

Chapter 158 - 157 Where Is My Little Black?

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