Chapter 302: Xiu Er, is that you?
"Who could it be?"
Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.
"Given that this situation started with Shui Qingrou’s communication, there are two possibilities."
"If someone else took her Communication Jade Talisman and lured us here, it means there’s someone deliberately setting us up, and judging by the current situation, it’s one, perhaps several, Realm Emperor level experts."
"Qin Zi and I have offended quite a few experts of this level recently. It’s quite normal for them to want to kill Qin Zi."
"Of course, there’s another possibility!"
"If Shui Qingrou’s Communication Jade Talisman wasn’t taken, and she sent the SOS herself, it’s likely she didn’t just notify one person."
"In other words, someone else might have rushed to rescue her and used the opportunity to screw us over."
If that’s the case.
He suddenly thought of someone.
Judging by that person’s ruthless style, it’s not impossible for them to do such a thing. Moreover, from a personal vendetta perspective, they have enough motive to kill Qin Zi, and if given the chance, they wouldn’t hold back.
But the problem is...
That person’s strength shouldn’t be so exaggerated!
With Qin Zi’s talent, he’s only at the Realm Emperor Peak now, still a bit short of the status of a Martial Emperor. Did the other party reach the extreme realm directly?
Such a freak of nature?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
"Cough, cough..."
Just then, a weak cough sounded, surprisingly Ye Lingshuang’s voice.
Qin Chuan abruptly turned his head to look.
At the edge of the Magma Sea, a nine-colored transparent shard slowly surfaced from the crimson magma.
"Buzz!"
The shard’s brilliance flowed, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly restoring to the appearance of Ye Lingshuang.
Nine-colored Ichthyosaur.
Infinite regeneration!
As long as there’s a fragment, it can recover again. Of course, after being chopped, it cannot become multiple independent individuals. Only one fragment can return to its original state due to the limitations of the world’s rules.
"Brother Qin..."
Ye Lingshuang wanted to say something, but Qin Chuan turned away, softly saying, "Put on your clothes first."
Ye Lingshuang didn’t have much of a reaction, silently putting on her clothes because she knew she had already been seen.
After dressing, she gritted her teeth and said:
"Brother Qin, Xiao Zi was taken away by a mysterious figure in a black robe, a terrifying presence who nearly obliterated me in one attack. If it weren’t for the nine-colored Ichthyosaur’s incredible Life Force, I would be dead."
"Do you have a way to track him?"
Qin Chuan calmly asked.
"No."
Ye Lingshuang’s face showed some shame.
Qin Chuan remained silent for a moment, patting her shoulder and sighing, "Since there’s no way, we’ll have to rely on his own fortune..."
At this moment, he also felt powerless.
He wondered if he should try again, or perhaps mass-produce?
After all, with his current cultivation, decades of secluded training would pass in the blink of an eye, and by the time he emerged, the next batch of piglets would have grown up.
But soon.
He sighed.
"Ah, why am I so clever..."
As it turns out, a person’s cleverness is inversely proportional to the number of offspring they produce.
"I’ll go down and get something. You stay here... Oh, never mind, let’s go together!"
Qin Chuan initially wanted Ye Lingshuang to stay put while he went, but recalling the previous lesson, he decided to take her along.
He couldn’t stumble at the same place twice.
Soon, they retrieved the clothes beneath the Magma Sea, then flew in a direction.
Witch God Hall!
The Witch God Hall specializes in various curse techniques, and Ma Po once traced Qin Zi through his hair, demonstrating her skill in searching.
Whether using the clothes belonging to Shui Qingrou or the red Energy Ball surrounding them could help him find the culprit.
Hold on a second!!
If Ma Po could track Qin Zi through hair, why not just have her track Qin Zi directly?
A short while later.
Qin Chuan and Ye Lingshuang reached the Witch God Hall.
"Boom!"
The oppressive force of a Realm Emperor level expert burst forth, like a mighty sky descending, causing countless people to tremble in fear.
"Such terrifying pressure!"
"What kind of existence is this!"
"I’ve seen several Martial Emperors. Their pressure was never this frightening; this isn’t the same!"
"Ah, my knees!"
Even the several Martial Emperors in the Witch God Hall quaked, the innate fear of higher beings almost bringing them to their knees.
The stronger a person, the more they understand reverence.
The more worldly a person, the more they grasp humility, knowing the heavens’ greatness and the earth’s vastness.
"Are you here to demonstrate at my Witch God Hall?"
A cold female voice sounded, trying to contain her emotions but betraying a thread of anger.
Then, a mesmerizing woman in a white dress appeared in the sky; it was Ma Po.
"I need your help."
Qin Chuan smiled as he spoke.
"Is this the attitude of someone asking for help?" Ma Po snorted, spoke coldly.
"No, I’m not asking for help. I’m telling you to help."
Qin Chuan smiled calmly, shrugged, and said:
"Because today, you have to help, whether you want to or not. That’s why I’m speaking with this attitude."
"You!!"
Ma Po gritted her teeth, unable to retort, just glaring angrily at Qin Chuan.
Her usual demeanor was cold and indifferent, rarely emotional. However, when confronted with someone stronger in such a brazen manner, her deep-seated emotions surged forth.
In truth, everyone has emotions. Most of the time, it’s just because others aren’t qualified or worthy of her fury.
"I have no choice. The situation is urgent. I know our relationship is tense, and if I tried to play nice, we might get nowhere for a year. So I have to be forceful to get straight to the point."
Qin Chuan smiled as he said this.
His face appeared somewhat roguish yet exuded an overwhelming dominance, making Ma Po yield completely.
"What if... I refuse to help today?" Ma Po took a deep breath, gritting her teeth as she asked.
"Blood will flow like rivers."
Qin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, maintaining a calm yet authoritative expression as An Lilan remarked, "If you dare to just brush me off, there’ll be no storm or chaos, but if you dare refuse again, the world will turn upside down!"
Ma Po began to breathe heavily.
The pressure Qin Chuan brought was overwhelming. Even though she had reincarnated and reached the Nine Yuan Martial Emperor level, her heart trembled.
"How do you want me to help?"
Finally, she relented and spoke softly.
"My son has been abducted by a mysterious person; help me find him."
Qin Chuan said in a deep voice.
"Alright."
Ma Po was quick to act, taking out the strands of Qin Zi’s hair, chanting under her breath while sketching numerous eerie runes in mid-air, infusing them into the hair.
"Sizzle!"
Suddenly, the strands of hair ignited, swiftly turning to ash, startling Ma Po.
She sighed and said, "These strands are too fragile to withstand multiple curse techniques. They’ve been used before, so..."
In short.
She wasn’t doing it on purpose!
It’s not that she didn’t want to help, but the material was flawed. Even the cleverest housewife can’t cook without rice. She’s Ma Po, only makes tofu.
"No problem, I have more here."
Qin Chuan remained unfazed, casually presenting a handful of pitch-black hair. At a rough glance, there were at least a hundred strands!
"What!!"
Ma Po’s mouth twitched; she eyed the massive tuft of hair, then looked at Qin Chuan, her gaze gradually turning peculiar...