Huang Jiayou

The flying sword finally landed smoothly at the airport in Pine Peak Blessed Land, and then Brother Xiao Hu went straight to the airport's Seclusion Chamber without saying a word.

"Hey bro, from now on, if you want to use a private line, just ask me. I'll give you a 20% discount."

I'm looking for you, my foot!

Hu Mang silently complained.

Although the "Golden Nature" stabilized his Human-Sword Unity, preventing him from exhausting his Divine Sense like his opponent, the consumption of "Human-Sword Unity" was still extremely terrifying, directly depleting his Divine Sense by about 70-80%.

If there's any advantage to it, it's that even without Divine Sense Detector, he now roughly knows his current "Divine Sense level."

Mid Golden Core!

It was much higher than I had expected.

After these two private flights, Hu Mang finally understood who those Flying Sword Gang really were.

They're all a bunch of daredevils.

Although he can be reckless in critical moments, he usually cherishes his life. By his standards, he is pursuing the pinnacle of life, not just seeking thrills.

"Finally back in my hometown, time to contact my mom."

The current chapter is incomplete! To view the complete chapter, please exit reading mode! Loading... Especially when they got closer and saw the huge weasel tattoo that covered the other person's neck and waist, they became even more certain.

The tattoo was bold and vibrant, depicting a weasel coiled on his upper body, its tail wrapped behind its shoulder, its claws outstretched at its chest, and a pair of bright green eyes just below its collarbone, as if staring at everyone who looked at it.

This tattoo wasn't this big when I was a child.

Can it grow back?

"Hahaha, Young Master Hu Mang, do you still remember me? I'm Huang Jiayou!"

The energetic young man opposite him laughed heartily and walked towards him, completely unconcerned about the stares of others.

Hu Mang smiled faintly, "I know Huang Jiaju Huang Jiayou."

"What about this one?"

The Huang Jiayou lowered its head, and the next moment, a dark green, eerie light emerged from its eyes. The light was cold and sharp, carrying the cunning and aggression unique to the weasel clan, like two will-o'-the-wisps dancing in its eye sockets. Provoked by the light, the Hu Mang's dull, yellowish eyes also instinctively flashed, its pupils elongating and narrowing into a pair of indifferent vertical pupils, radiating a dim and deep light.

The two Yao Qi collided briefly in mid-air, and the surrounding air seemed to thicken instantly. Several passing travelers instinctively quickened their pace and walked around them.

The Hu Mang remained completely still, not even the hem of its clothes fluttered. On the contrary, the Huang Jiayou opposite it seemed as if it had been hit head-on by an invisible wall, and it staggered back three steps.

You're still as annoying as you were when you were a kid.

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"It's alright, the old man has lived several decades longer than expected, he's already made his money back."

Huang Jiayou said casually.

The Hu Mang nodded slightly.

His gaze swept haphazardly across the street.

The main road is a paved cement road, but the surface is quite old, with thin weeds growing in the cracks, and there are a few repair marks at the corners, the color of which is three shades different from the original surface.

The utility poles on both sides of the road are still old-fashioned cast iron poles, with all kinds of cables densely hanging on their bodies—some for power transmission, some for transmitting Spiritual Qi, some for communication, and some whose purpose is unknown, all tangled together in a mess, like a giant spider web hanging in mid-air.

Most of the buildings along the street are old-fashioned three- or four-story buildings with white tiles on the exterior walls. However, over time, the tiles have turned yellow and dark, and in some places they have fallen off, revealing the gray cement underneath.

The first floor is filled with various shops: hardware stores, incense and candle shops, talisman and paper shops, a spirit material purchasing station with a faded signboard, and a braised food shop with two large pots at the entrance, steaming from the pots and the aroma of braised food wafting halfway down the street. Most of the shop shutters are half-open, with old men sitting at the door fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans, or orange cats squatting and dozing.

The most conspicuous things are the sheet metal pipes that are laid out along both sides of the street.

The pipes ranged in size from as thick as buckets to as thin as an arm, fixed in mid-air by iron frames, extending along the street, branching, turning, and merging at intersections, leading to every building.

The pipes were coated with silver-gray anti-rust paint, but in some places the paint had peeled off, revealing rusty iron underneath. Occasionally, wisps of white mist would seep out from the joints, a sign that Spiritual Qi was dissipating during the transmission process, condensing into visible white smoke in the cold air.

The current chapter is incomplete! To view the complete chapter, please exit reading mode! Loading... He slung his bag over his shoulder and strode forward.

Only the Huang Jiayou remained, calling out from behind.

"Hey, hey, why don't you know what's good for you? Wait, let me lock it first."

After a long while, Huang Jiayou finally caught up with Hu Mang and complained:

"You little brat, are you jealous of the rich? I have plenty of treasures to show you: modified flying swords, antique magic Law Artifact, rare and precious items. I've collected quite a few treasures over the years."

"Thanks for the invitation. I'm currently in Pine Peak, just disembarked from my flying sword. I'm feeling a bit dizzy from flying swords, so please don't recommend this to me, I'm afraid I'll throw up. Boss, two fried cakes, please."

Soon, Hu Mang, carrying a fried cake, strolled down the street with Huang Jiayou, who was also carrying a fried cake, chatting as they walked.

"How are the other demons besides you? Miss Liu Household and the young masters of the Bai Household?"

"You mean Liu Manqing? She's just like you, she went to Demon Metropolis to study art, but couldn't find a job after graduation, so she came back and's been staying at home ever since. Hehe, your mother and that aunt from the Liu Household are saying they want to set you two up."

Hu Mang wasn't surprised at all; he could only believe about 30% of what his mother said. Poor Xie Xianyu, he really died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"As for the five members of the Bai Household, they're quite influential, doing business everywhere in the east, west, south, and north. I heard they're investing in pharmaceuticals and developing some kind of man-made blessed land in the south. I also hear they're partnering with someone to research a spiritual enterprise going public. Of the five of us, they're the most successful right now."

Huang Jiayou curled his lip, his expression a mix of disdain and envy.

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