Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family
Chapter 73: Embers, Fire Seed

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Embers, Fire Seed

Bam!

Chen Zhixing slightly tilted his head, and the sharp, black-nailed, pale hand swiped past his cheek.

Immediately, Chen Zhixing flicked his fingers, and the pale hand shattered instantly, turning into countless wisps of white mist, dissipating into the air.

"People from the Spider Web, huh? As expected, they have noticed me."

A hint of uncertainty flashed in Chen Zhixing’s eyes as he looked towards the spider-masked man in the black robe standing amidst the dense fog.

"Since that’s the case."

Boom!!!

"Then... I’ll just kill them all!!"

A divine light burst fiercely from Chen Zhixing’s eyes, and he heavily stomped his foot. Instantly, his whole being shot out like a cannonball, charging towards the spider-masked man in the black robe.

"Hehehe, you have some skills, able to evade my Hand of Mist... huh???"

The spider-masked man in the black robe was originally standing with his hands behind his back, speaking nonchalantly. However, when he saw Chen Zhixing raise a fist that even caused the void to start collapsing silently, his expression drastically changed, and the calmness in his eyes turned into terror.

"Damn it! Wasn’t it said that this Chen Zhixing was weak?"

The spider-masked man yelped in fear and turned to flee.

Boom!!

With a deafening thud, everything came to an abrupt halt.

Amidst the thick fog, Chen Zhixing held the spider-masked man, who was limp like mud, by one hand, frowning.

"With such weak strength, you come to intercept and kill me..."

"Are you trying to amuse me?"

Chen Zhixing’s face darkened as he slowly lifted the spider-masked man.

He originally thought that this person, with such a profound and unfathomable appearance, must be some top-level expert, which had made him a bit nervous.

Unexpectedly, this person was just someone putting on a facade.

If he hadn’t held back at the last moment, withdrawing most of his strength, this person would have been smashed to bits with a single punch.

The mask on this person’s face had shattered, revealing a long face with sharp features and sunken cheeks.

He appeared to be around thirty or forty years old, with cultivation at most at the Peak of Clarity. At this moment, he was trembling in fear, staring at Chen Zhixing with terror on his face.

A string of water stains was dripping from the crotch of this person’s pants.

Slap!

Chen Zhixing slapped the man with a sharp face and sunken cheeks on the face.

"Next, I’ll ask, and you answer. Got it?" Chen Zhixing said disinterestedly.

"If you, you, you... After I say, if you can let me go, I’ll speak." The man with the sharp face and sunken cheeks shrank his head, his eyes darting around, and said softly.

Chen Zhixing frowned, showing a hint of impatience, but just as he was about to not bother arguing, he seemed to remember something, nodding as he said:

"Alright, I promise you, I, Chen Zhixing, always keep my word."

Hearing this, the man with the sharp face and sunken cheeks breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled, "Then ask away."

"Who are you? Where did you get these clothes? Who sent you to intercept and kill me?" Chen Zhixing thought for a moment and asked, "Be detailed, tell me everything."

This person was definitely not part of the group of black-robed men who intercepted the Ziwei Chen Family in the Southern Border that day. Although they dressed similarly, their methods and cultivation aura were entirely different.

That group was strange and mysterious, ruthless in their actions, with the weakest cultivation being at the Peak of Divine Travel.

Moreover, the key point was that those people not only did not resist death, but had a strong sense of belonging towards it.

Aside from that, those people all had a common feature on their faces.

That was, their faces bore marks of patching, as if they were broken ceramic dolls pieced back together.

This person, however, lacked any of those features.

There was likely something unusual here.

"I... I am Hann Zong, initially a loose cultivator from Youzhou. Last year, I was drawn into a peripheral organization of the Spider Web. They didn’t need me to do anything, just wanted me to stay in Youzhou, waiting for their orders." Hann Zong quickly said, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

"In return, they promised me a Primordial Spirit Pill."

"When I heard of such good fortune, I naturally agreed readily."

"Over the past year, they never contacted me until today. They suddenly came to me, gave me this set of clothes, and had me wait for you on this official road, intending to intercept and kill you."

"They promised to help me break through to the Divine Travel Realm upon success." Hann Zong rapidly explained.

"Is that all?" Chen Zhixing frowned.

Seeing this, Hann Zong’s eyelids twitched, quickly adding, "Really that’s all... But sir, I have some personal speculations, though I’m not sure they’re correct."

"Speculations? Go ahead." Chen Zhixing nodded.

Hann Zong took a deep breath, hesitated, and continued, "Actually, I’ve dealt with people from the Spider Web before. I discovered that those who recruited me into the Spider Web’s peripheral organization last year weren’t... the original people of the Spider Web!

I vaguely overheard their conversations, it seemed like they referred their organization as something called... ’Embers’! Yes, it’s Embers!"

"But who they really were, I didn’t care at the time, since the Primordial Spirit Pill they gave me was valuable, so I didn’t pay much more attention afterward."

Hearing this, a flash of brilliance abruptly appeared in Chen Zhixing’s eyes.

Indeed!

If that group of black-robed men in the Southern Border was not truly the Spider Web, everything would make sense!

For he’s sure that in the game "Great Cultivation" of his previous life, the Spider Web was merely an obscure assassin organization.

"So, perhaps the Spider Web had long been annihilated by those mysterious black-robed men, existing in name only, while those mysterious black-robed men were merely masquerading under the Spider Web’s name, roaming the Cultivation Realm?"

Chen Zhixing pondered slightly in his mind.

Embers...?

This name seems to have some connection to the "fire seeds" spoken of by that group of people.

After a moment.

"Anything else?" Chen Zhixing gathered his thoughts and asked calmly.

"This... Ah, sir, why are you raising your hand? I have, I have!"

Seeing Chen Zhixing lift his hand, Hann Zong was startled, nodding like a pecking chicken and saying:

"A friend of mine, who was also absorbed into this Spider Web peripheral organization, mentioned that it wasn’t only me assigned to intercept you. They also received tasks, but on different official roads each."

Saying this, afraid Chen Zhixing would ask more, Hann Zong wore a pitiful expression and said, "Sir, there’s nothing more, truly nothing, please stop asking."

"Alright." Chen Zhixing nodded, feeling slightly relieved at heart.

According to this revelation, those mysterious black-robed men haven’t yet reached the status where they can know his whereabouts at all times.

The scenario Chen Zhixing dreaded the most hadn’t happened yet.

"Perhaps they saw Elder Nether bringing Ruan Nanzhu back to the Chen Family on a flying ship alone and presumed I stayed in Youzhou, hence casting a wide net to catch more fish, intercepting me on each road?"

Chen Zhixing speculated silently.

"Nonetheless, the one certain point is that I’ve been thoroughly targeted by an organization called Embers."

Upon reaching this point, a gleam of darkness flickered in Chen Zhixing’s eyes.

He harbored too many secrets, any of which, if revealed, could spell catastrophic trouble for himself and the Ziwei Chen Family!

At this moment, an unprecedented sense of threat and urgency gripped him like an invisible hand slowly clutching at his heart.

"Sir, may I leave now?" Hann Zong asked cautiously.

"Of course, I always keep my word."

Chen Zhixing collected his thoughts and gave Hann Zong a gentle smile, which inadvertently warmed Hann Zong’s heart.

Just as Hann Zong prepared to bow and leave.

"Ah! What’s happening? My hand suddenly won’t obey...!"

Boom!!!

Watching Hann Zong burst into a cloud of blood with a strike, Chen Zhixing said apologetically, "Sorry, my brain wanted to spare you, but my hand is a bit unwilling to."

Then, Chen Zhixing took a deep breath, gazing toward the direction of Celestial River Mountain.

Whatever the case.

In this world, to protect oneself, raising one’s strength is the only way!

Becoming stronger, ever stronger!

When one achieves enough strength, all sinister intentions would crumble without any effort!

"Seize the time to condense the second Great Tao Seed!"

A flicker of enlightenment flashed in Chen Zhixing’s eyes, then he took a white cross mask from his chest and wore it on his face.

In the next moment.

Chen Zhixing stepped forward.

Then...

Each step faster than the last, each step more urgent!

Boom!!

After three breaths, Chen Zhixing had transformed into a streak of lightning across heaven and earth!