"Help! Help us...!"
Hanging upside down from the branches of the Large Tree at Pingdingshan Villa were Ma Rufei, Chen Chaoyue, and Zhang Haijun.
They were all shouting at the sa ti.
However, no cultivators ca to their rescue; instead, they were all laughing uproariously.
These three clowns were practically courting death by daring to call Master Xueyin "sister-in-law."
After all, not even Zhang Bin would dare to tease Master Xueyin like that.
None of them would dare show any disrespect toward her.
Master Xueyin was a grand master who had cultivated to the Mid Nascent Soul Stage. This ti, she had earned a huge amount of rit. After returning to her mountain, she was very likely to break through to the Nascent Soul Late-Stage, becoming even more terrifyingly powerful.
As for Mi Yiyao and the others, they too wore odd expressions and made no move to rescue the trio. The three clowns needed a good lesson, otherwise they would truly never learn the imnsity of heaven and earth.
Perhaps seeing that no one was coming to their aid, Ma Rufei and the other two gave up on trying to get down.
Instead, they urged in unison, "Taoist Priest Zhang Sanfeng, please continue! What happened next?"
"GWA-HA-HA! What followed was incredible..." Taoist Priest Zhang Sanfeng continued his tale, spittle flying everywhere. He recounted how Zhang Bin, with his glib tongue, had utterly disgraced the Holy Mother of Black Bell, freed all the assassins from her control, and even convinced so of them to rebel. Then he told them about the chanical Warriors, the terrifying lee, Lord Specter’s surprise attack, and finally, the complete collapse of the Black Bell organization, with only a few mbers managing to escape.
The three clowns, Mi Yiyao, and the Twelve Golden Flowers were so shocked they were nearly stupefied.
How could it have been so convoluted and perilous? Yet Zhang Bin had handled it with such ease? How had he calculated everything so brilliantly? And just how did he control those chanical Warriors?
In that mont, their admiration for Zhang Bin soared to new heights.
"How could the Holy Mother of Black Bell have set up such a formidable trap? Could soone have tipped them off?" Mi Yiyao asked, her sharp mind piecing things together.
At the ntion of a traitor, all the cultivators suddenly rembered, and their faces filled with rage.
"It was that bastard Si Yangze who snitched!" one of them roared. "He spilled all our secrets and our entire plan to Black Bell. He almost got us all killed beyond redemption! I swore that once we got out, I’d kill that bastard!"
"Let’s go! Let’s go kill him now!"
"Move, move, move! We can’t let him get away with this!"
With a great rush, the cultivators soared into the air, heading toward the Immortal Palace.
"Take us with you! Let us watch the fun too!"
"Sister-in-law, take us with you...!"
The three clowns, still courting death, started shouting again.
"If you dare call sister-in-law again, I’ll castrate you," Master Xueyin said venomously. "Then I’ll turn you into won and marry you off to your Eldest Senior Brother."
Then, she vanished in a flash.
"I’m telling you, Master Xueyin has totally fallen for our Eldest Senior Brother."
"Sigh, even a nun can go wild."
"Our Eldest Senior Brother is amazing. He even made a nun’s heart flutter."
The three clowns continued to mutter, their faces alight with excitent.
If Master Xueyin had heard them, who knows what she would have thought?
Imdiately, the three of them turned to Mi Yiyao for help.
"You’re unrepentant and still spouting nonsense. Just keep hanging there," Mi Yiyao snickered, then led the Twelve Golden Flowers back into the villa.
"Holy crap, we’re not going to be hanging here until dawn, are we?" Chen Chaoyue groaned.
"It’s fine," Zhang Haijun said. "It’s actually nice and cool hanging here."
"By the way, how did you suddenly manifest a new special ability just now?" Ma Rufei asked enviously.
"I don’t know either," Chen Chaoyue said. "I was just terrified of falling to my death. I thought about all the beautiful won in the world who would be left lonely and heartbroken. Then I felt like I broke through so kind of strange barrier, and this new special ability just appeared."
"Aweso! Looks like I need to try killing myself too," Ma Rufei said. "Later, let’s climb to the tallest building, and you guys can kick off."
"But if you don’t awaken a new ability, won’t you just plumt to your death?" Zhang Haijun asked in shock.
"We’ll lay out lots of mats below," Ma Rufei said.
"Right, right, brilliant!" Chen Chaoyue exclaid in admiration.
The three clowns were eager to test their theory imdiately.
They began to struggle frantically. After all, they were Supernatural Experts with plenty of tricks up their sleeves. They swung back and forth on the tree, eventually crashing into one another, and literally chewed through each other’s ropes with their teeth.
Soon, they were free.
Forgetting all about the commotion at the Immortal Palace, they went straight to the rooftop of the company office building, which was over thirty stories high. Of course, they also called security, instructing the guards to prepare a large pile of mattresses and quilts, stacking them several ters high on the ground below. Clearly, they were terrified of dying.
Then they stood on the rooftop, looking proud and smug.
"Who jumps first?" Ma Rufei asked.
"Let’s go together," Zhang Haijun said. He had also learned the Pure Heart Mystique and had been practicing his cultivation, hoping to awaken a special ability like telekinesis, shooting fire from his eyes, or unleashing thunder from his ears. How cool would that be?
"We need soone to film this! To docunt this glorious mont!" Chen Chaoyue said excitedly.
"Yes, yes..." the other two clowns agreed, and they started making calls.
"General Manager, this is terrible! The two vice presidents are about to jump off the building to commit suicide! And Zhang Haijun is with them!" a security guard shouted as he rushed into the villa.
"Ignore them," Mi Yiyao said calmly. With the Array Plate Controller, she knew exactly what the three were up to. "They’ve got a death wish and are just playing gas."
In fact, she was quite curious to see if the three clowns could really awaken a new ability by jumping. If they could, she might want to try it herself.
Before long, the company’s cara expert ca out begrudgingly, set up his cara, and prepared to film.
"Spirits of heaven and earth, bless with a new ability—Nezha’s Wind Fire Wheels!"
"Supre Elder Lord, grant my new ability: Sun Wukong’s Cloud Sorsault, a single flip that covers a hundred and eight thousand li!"
"Buddha Tathagata, I pray my new ability is the Mount Five Fingers! One palm strike, and a great mountain appears, powerful enough to imprison even Sun Wukong!"
The three clowns shouted excitedly. Then they glared at each other furiously.
Damn it, I pick Nezha, and you pick Sun Wukong. I pick Sun Wukong, and you pick the Buddha? Are we even brothers?
"One, two, three, JUMP!" the caraman below shouted, couldn’t care less about their antics. His wife was still waiting for him in bed; he’d been called away by the three clowns right in the middle of things. How could he not be pissed, having to film three idiot vice presidents jumping off a building in the middle of the night? Obviously, he just wanted to get it over with and go ho.
The three clowns struck an incredibly stylish pose and leaped off the edge, shouting madly as they fell.
"My ability will be invincible on Earth!"
"My ability will be invincible across the Milky Way Galaxy!"
"My ability will be invincible throughout the universe!"
Then they glared at each other again.
Are we really brothers? What kind of friendship is this?
In the next instant, they let out bloodcurdling screams.
No, I don’t want to die...!
A sudden, fierce gust of wind had blown them far outside the target area of the mattresses. Below them was nothing but hard concrete.
They were about to die a truly grueso death.
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