Lan Xiaobu didn’t bother with disguise and boldly entered Anluo Heavenly City with Taichuan in plain sight. Even those who didn’t know Lan Xiaobu could instantly recognize him upon seeing Taichuan, who entered the city in its undisguised form as a chaotic unicorn.
Taichuan’s single horn was unmistakable, even to the dimmest observer.
Tiyi, the steward of Jinluo Tower, shuddered subconsciously when he saw Lan Xiaobu re-enter the building. Despite his scalp tingling, he steeled himself to intercept Lan Xiaobu and his group.
“Fellow Daoists, I’m terribly sorry, but our tower has no vacant rooms at the moment. I must ask you to take a few steps further and check other towers,” Tiyi said, approaching with utmost deference, his tone laced with apprehension.
Even without Lan Xiaobu, he recognized Mo Wuji beside him at a glance. Though he didn’t know Mo Wuji’s name, he’d witnessed him injure Fairy Qianyao with a single punch. How could he dare offend such a person, let alone with Lan Xiaobu present?
While refusing Lan Xiaobu verbally, Tiyi secretly sent a message to the tower’s master, Che Zizi. This matter was beyond his ability to handle. If Lan Xiaobu heeded his advice and left, Tiyi would consider himself blind for misjudging him. Lan Xiaobu said calmly, “What do vacant rooms have to do with me? I didn’t check out when I left Jinluo Tower. I’m just returning to my original room. Are you saying I can’t go to my own room?”
“Daoist Lan, because Jinluo Tower was damaged again last time, the room layout has changed, and all rooms have been reassigned…” “Stop,” Lan Xiaobu interrupted before the steward could mention refunding path crystals. “What does your tower being damaged have to do with me? Did I not pay? No, did I not pay with path crystals? Is Jinluo Tower running a tyrant’s business? If so, congratulations, you’ll have to rebuild again.” Lan Xiaobu waved his hand, his tone uncompromising.
He had path crystals to spare, and besides crystals, he’d paid with path veins to stay at Jinluo Tower. Mo Wuji smiled, “Perhaps he’s thinking, ‘out with the old, in with the new.’”
The steward dared not speak further, fearing Lan Xiaobu might destroy Jinluo Tower in a fit of anger. When Che Zizi received Tiyi’s flying sword message that Lan Xiaobu had returned, he nearly spat blood. He cursed inwardly, *You can’t keep fleecing just my Jinluo Tower!*
He was certain that Lan Xiaobu staying here would bring trouble. With several Path Ancestors in Anluo Heavenly City, if they didn’t come for Lan Xiaobu, that’d be a miracle. But if Lan Xiaobu stayed at Jinluo Tower and Path Ancestors came for him, the tower surviving would be the real miracle.
Yet Che Zizi didn’t dare have the steward refuse outright, knowing Lan Xiaobu was capable of anything—refuse him now, and he might wreck the tower later.
As Che Zizi hesitated, his divine sense caught several shadows flashing by. He immediately knew Path Ancestors were heading to Jinluo Tower.
It was over. Che Zizi rushed toward Jinluo Tower, his worst fears coming true.
“Brother Lan, Path Ancestors are coming,” a sudden transmission landed in Lan Xiaobu’s ear. He recognized it as Xing Ni’s voice. Though Jicheng World’s Heavenly Emperor Pei Qionghu held a grudge because Lan Xiaobu hadn’t shared the Great Universe Technique, Xing Ni didn’t care and still treated him as a friend.
Xing Ni, only at the sixth step, risked his transmission being intercepted. Yet, to help Lan Xiaobu leave Anluo Heavenly City sooner, he sent it anyway—true friendship.
Lan Xiaobu didn’t reply to Xing Ni, knowing it was too late to leave. Several figures had already sped over, landing before him in the blink of an eye.
“Lan Xiaobu, I didn’t expect you’d dare return here,” said a rugged-looking man with snow-white skin, not Dilan.
“This is Quan, Path Master of Dunyi World, usually quite arrogant,” Qizhoutian said casually, not bothering with a transmission. “Qizhoutian? Why are you only here now?” Quan’s gaze shifted to Qizhoutian upon hearing him. Qizhoutian chuckled, “When I, Qizhoutian, arrive is none of your business. Since when does Dunyi World dictate my actions?” Lin Jie stepped in to mediate, “Friend Qizhoutian misunderstands. Brother Quan didn’t mean to interfere; he only meant that with the Longevity Conference approaching, all Path Ancestors are gathering to discuss its proceedings.” Qizhoutian ignored Lin Jie. Having decided to ally with Lan Xiaobu, he was bound to clash with these people eventually.
At that moment, a white-robed man hurriedly emerged from Jinluo Tower, bowing before Qizhoutian, “Ju Li, Heavenly Emperor of Qizhou Heavenly Court, greets the Path Ancestor.”
Qizhoutian nodded but before he could speak, Quan of Dunyi World snorted, “Qizhoutian, are you siding with these ants who disrupt the Great Universe’s order?”
Dilan, seemingly trying to ease tensions, spoke before Qizhoutian, “Friend Qizhoutian, your timing is perfect. We were just about to discuss some matters with you. You may not know Lan Xiaobu well—don’t be fooled by him. He’s caused chaos in Anluo Heavenly City, even daring to attack a Heavenly Emperor. He completely disregards the Great Universe’s order. I hope you’ll stay out of this, Friend Qizhoutian.”
“I, Qizhoutian, always act with fairness and justice. If someone disrupts that, I’ll be the first to stop them. Quan, go ahead and act, as long as it’s one-on-one, I have no objections. But if you violate fairness, ganging up on one person, don’t blame me for stepping in,” Qizhoutian said calmly, indirectly responding to Dilan. Dilan nodded, apparently thinking Qizhoutian meant he could take Lan Xiaobu and his group without interference. After all, a Path Ancestor capturing Lan Xiaobu wouldn’t need help. Qizhoutian’s jab at Quan was normal, given their strained relationship.
“Path Ancestor, the one with the Chaos Rule Pulp is the person beside Lan Xiaobu,” Ku Yichi said to Dilan.
Dilan’s gaze locked onto Mo Wuji, a faint domain sealing the surrounding space. Since they’d come to Anluo Heavenly City, they wouldn’t leave alive.
No, that’s a chaotic unicorn. Dilan’s attention quickly shifted to Taichuan, his eyes gleaming.
A sixth-step sacred beast that hadn’t transformed was bound to have top-tier innate divine abilities. If he obtained this beast, he could strip its ability.
“Very well, Lan Xiaobu. You were arrogant at my Dunyi World’s outpost. Today, let’s see what you’re made of,” Quan said, throwing a punch at Lan Xiaobu. His sage domain fully locked the space around Lan Xiaobu, even encompassing those nearby.
He wasn’t blind—how could he miss Taichuan, a glaringly obvious chaotic unicorn, and at the sixth step? He wanted it. If he took down Lan Xiaobu and Taichuan, even if Dilan demanded something, he’d only take Lan Xiaobu, not Taichuan.
To preempt Dilan, Quan struck first. Though his punch targeted Lan Xiaobu, it was unleashed with full force, no restraint. If not for his Path Ancestor status, he’d have used a treasure. A Path Ancestor attacking a junior with a treasure first would invite ridicule. While attacking, Quan kept part of his divine sense on Qizhoutian, wary of a sneak attack. But he soon realized his worry was unnecessary—Qizhoutian didn’t move, nor did anyone around Lan Xiaobu. Even as his punch came, Lan Xiaobu only took a small step forward. Yet that step made Quan feel his fully extended domain was obstructed. Eighth step? Quan was shocked. If it wasn’t an eighth-step domain, how could it block his sage domain?
Before he could comprehend Lan Xiaobu’s domain’s strength, another domain swept over, and Quan felt his own not just obstructed but showing signs of being bound.
As Quan prepared to unleash a treasure, the space around him turned chaotic, as if he’d fallen into a chaos zone. Endless chaotic aura surged, and though he wasn’t fully bound, his movement was severely restricted.
No, a Chaos Domain? Quan was alarmed, no longer caring about face, desperate to tear through it and escape. If he was trapped even for a breath, Lan Xiaobu would surely strike. (Today’s update ends here. Good night, friends!)
