Living in the Doomsday and Becoming an Immortal Alone
Chapter 401 - 193: The Daoist Fooling You

Chapter 401: Chapter 193: The Daoist Fooling You

Uncle Tai’s studio was bustling today.

First, the initial beneficiaries of the He Yuan Pill gathered here, waiting for Daoist Wang to wake up;

then a satellite communication was directed to this location, and Uncle Tai rushed back, bringing several staff members to adjust the equipment.

Wang Jixuan had not yet arrived when General Fu Jian’s holographic projection had already appeared, sitting quietly in a corner and watching.

Clearly, Fu Jian was also somewhat interested in the sudden contact from the Beast Speaker and the Beast God Sect.

On the first floor of the studio, next to the constantly running Demon-breaking Dagger production line, Wang Jixuan was selecting his "battle robes."

Zhou Zhengde and Zheng Shiduo were acting as his advisors.

Zhou Zhengde muttered, "I think, there’s actually no need for disguises now... because whatever false identity you use, you’re on their hit list."

Daoist Wang didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

"That’s different, Captain Zhou."

Zheng Shiduo, leaning against the CNC console, said cheerfully:

"Wang’s Black Storm identity clearly has a higher hatred value, while Zhou Tiantian’s identity has a little less."

"If you ask me, you should just make your entrance in this classic skin, Wang."

Wang Jixuan shrugged. "Why does it have to be me? Can’t someone else pretend to be me?"

"Uh," Zheng Shiduo blinked, "such high honors... "

Zhou Zhengde said firmly, "Certainly possible, should we make a decoy?"

"Just kidding, I’ll meet the Beast Speaker; I’m quite curious about his current state."

Wang Jixuan put on the black helmet, looked down at his shirt, shorts, slippers, and boxer shorts, and was too lazy to bother with the X armor and battle suit prepared next to him.

Zheng Shiduo immediately jumped to the staircase entrance and shouted upward:

"Black Storm has arrived at the venue!"

Daoist Wang’s expression was somewhat difficult to describe.

This was too high-profile.

Half a minute later.

Wang Jixuan was sitting on a sofa, while General Fu Jian’s holographic image was seated across a corner, with other half-human Mechas beside or at another corner around Fu Jian.

They created the illusion that only Wang Jixuan was here.

Mu Dan pressed several buttons, the communication was connected, and a projection screen appeared in front of Wang Jixuan, shimmering several times before stabilizing to show the inside of an underground shuttle.

No one?

A voice came from off-screen: "Boss! We’ve connected! It’s Black Storm! Well, maybe not, but, the helmet is just like the one in the wanted poster!"

"Hmm, got it."

A raspy voice responded.

The shuttle cabin door opened, and a tall, thin man slid into the seat, looking at the small screen and camera in front of him.

The traitor to humanity, S-level Spiritual Ability User, the Beast Speaker·Zhuge Zheng.

The Beast Speaker didn’t look well.

His face was pale, his body trembled occasionally, and his once deep eyes were now bloodshot; he slumped backward in the driver’s seat, giving off a ’moribund’ vibe.

If one observed him for a longer duration, one would notice that he easily became absent-minded at intervals, resembling an elderly politician with dementia.

"Black Storm... it’s you, indeed it’s you..."

The Beast Speaker used an extremely clichéd opener, followed by weak, heavy breathing:

"Great, you really are a Spirit Cultivator, damn it... you almost killed me, but you failed, I didn’t die, hahaha, ugh!"

The Beast Speaker turned his head to dry heave, convulsing even more severely.

It seemed as if several cockroaches were scurrying beneath his skin, his eyes almost ’dilating’, and fixed by flickering tadpole script symbols beneath his pupils.

General Fu Jian slightly shook his head as the other old half-human Mechas showed looks of disgust.

Wang Jixuan also frowned.

This was too disgusting.

The Beast Speaker seemed on the verge of collapsing, likely to turn into nothing but bones.

The Beast Speaker kept panting heavily, his expression becoming more fierce as he glared at Wang Jixuan with hatred.

"Even so, you can’t stop me, I’m still alive! I’m alive! Cough, cough cough!"

The Beast Speaker seemed to scream:

"I have still gained new power, now I am only a half step away from SS-level!

"Black Storm, you’re no longer a match for me, now that I am, once my injuries heal, I’ll have no weaknesses.

"You killed Jin Gu Gang, right?"

"Hahahaha, hahahaha! That waste! Thought he was strong enough having obtained a King-level Crystal Core and a Spiritual Ability Path, but he couldn’t even properly wield his own power.

"Once my injuries heal, I will immediately harness the power of a top-tier King-level Crystal Core, I will personally find you, leading an endless army of Blade Beasts, tear apart your body, eat your heart, and throw your organs to the lowest Blade Beasts!"

"You brought this on yourself! You brought this on yourself!"

Wang Jixuan raised his hand and took off his helmet, revealing... Zhou Tiantian’s face.

He didn’t like to curse or argue with trash, as it was beneath a Righteous Cultivator’s dignity.

Daoist Wang raised his hand and touched his nose, smiling awkwardly.

Just as the Beast Speaker thought Wang Jixuan’s smile meant an apology, begging for mercy, or giving in, Wang Jixuan rubbed his nose’s middle finger then abruptly raised it at the Beast Speaker.

The Beast Speaker was furious, "You motherfucker!"

"Sorry," Wang Jixuan lowered his middle finger, apologizing sincerely, "actually, I didn’t mean to target you."

"It’s already too late to say that now! Not intentionally targeting? What the hell do you call this?"

"Interrupting my Promotion Ceremony, using your damned, dirty Spirit Cultivator techniques, to destroy my soul!"

The Beast Speaker spat out flecks of saliva:

"The Sacrifice has already spoken!"

"There’s only one possibility, that’s because our simulated ceremony was discovered by you!"