Mr. QP

Six months later.

Thunder rumbled across Cihang City, and wind and rain lashed its streets.

Things were moving even faster than Chen Feng had imagined.

Back when the Trio had practiced the slowest Black Tortoise cultivation method, they had been on track to reach Foundation Establishment within ten years. Now that they had switched to the fast-track Mayfly Record, the first cultivators facing tribulation had appeared in just six months.

This world had never lacked geniuses.

Chen Feng looked up at the dark sky and could not help humming, "A new storm has arrived, so how could we stand still~"

He could hum that song in private, but he must never sing it in the group chat. Otherwise, the King of the Monsters would get beaten up again.

Chen Feng had not been idle during those six months, either.

First, he had infiltrated the Holy Cow Cult, only to discover that no one there had heard about Dharma Protector Body of Sorrow's disappearance.

Were these Dharma Protectors not close at all?

How long had it been? Even Body of Sorrow's seventh-day mourning rites had passed, and they still had not noticed?

To get to the bottom of it, Chen Feng sneaked up to Body Peak on Holy Cow Mountain one night. Beneath the Bodhisattva statue sat a curvaceous woman wearing a sorrowful mask.

Body of Sorrow? You're not dead?

Chen Feng saw no reason for the big shots of Netherworld Star to lie to him, so this person was most likely an impostor.

And that figure looked strangely familiar.

After a moment's thought, Chen Feng's eyes flew wide. "Body of Sorrow is actually India?"

The woman in the sorrowful mask rose and spoke in India's voice. "The time has come. Show yourself, friend."

*Damn it. She has Precognition. She knew