Wang Fubao smiled inwardly at the words, then ran over with a smile on his face. He arrived before Ma Shaogang and said urgently, "Old fart, you finally remembered what inheritance is."
Ma Shaogang chuckled, "Listen, inheritance is..."
His words stopped abruptly as a slap whistled through the air.
*Slap!!*
The sound echoed around, stunning everyone present.
Wang Fubao also froze on the spot, covering his cheek, a look of bewilderment on his face.
Ma Shaogang burst into laughter, "Hahaha, I've wanted to hit you, you little brat, for a long time."
A hint of joy appeared on Wang Fubao's face, "I've been waiting for this slap for a long time~"
Ma Shaogang fell silent, handed over the pipe in his hand, and smiled, "Although I have no inheritance for you, this thing was passed down to me by your grand-master, and now I'm giving it to you, kid." m..oΓg
Wang Fubao knew the importance of the pipe to the old man. He took the pipe, put away his sadness, and smiled, "Old man, rest in peace!"
"You stinking brat."
Ma Shaogang smiled helplessly, his body could no longer hold on and turned into light spots, disappearing into the air.
The light spots that the three bodies transformed into lingered, eventually drifting towards everyone present.
A speck of light floated into Yu Daochen's arm wound, and he felt the pain instantly disappear.
"This is!"
Yu Daochen was shocked. He immediately tore open the bandage wrapped around the wound and saw it healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The others were no exception; everyone's wounds were healing rapidly.
Fen Yue, whose wounds were even more obvious, was also full of shock and disbelief.
Seeing this, Meng Dalong said with admiration, "The three seniors are truly selfless."
Cui Yiling was also full of admiration, murmuring, "What a grand gesture to borrow opportunities from heaven with their own merits."
As everyone was still in shock, an invisible voice transmitted,
"Little fellows, this opportunity will not only heal your injuries but also be of great help to your future cultivation. Keep up the good work!"
Everyone cupped their hands in a bow, looking up at the sky, and said in unison.
"Juniors, bid farewell to the three seniors."
"Juniors, bid farewell to the three seniors."
"Juniors, bid farewell to the three seniors."
"..."
For the next three hundred years, the martial world would remember that this world was exchanged for the lives of three seniors.
In the time of crisis, they stepped forward, trading their lives for a sliver of hope.
The three seniors were worthy of the title of saints!
The light spots disappeared, and the surroundings returned to peace, but everyone's face was heavy.
At this moment, they realized that the apocalypse had truly arrived.
Could they, with their own strength, really stop the Divine Cult from seizing their opportunity?
This question plagued everyone's minds.
Yu Daochen, seeing the dejected faces of the crowd, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled, shouting with confidence.
"Now is not the time for dejection. Lift your spirits and contribute to the human world we are surviving for. This is what the three seniors would have wanted to see."
When everyone loses hope, there will always be someone who stands up to lead them through all difficulties.
Without a doubt, Yu Daochen was that person!
Liang Jing nodded, filled with righteous indignation, "Yes, now is not the time for dejection. As long as we are still here, there is still hope for the human world!"
"That's right," Shi Bingzhi also chimed in.
In an instant, the dejection on everyone's faces vanished, and they became filled with passion.
At this moment, Fen Yue also nodded and volunteered, "We will be..."
Before he could finish, Yu Daochen suddenly interrupted, "Fen Yue, shut your damn mouth!"
Fen Yue's arrogant face was full of grievance and confusion, "I'm the hero this time, why are you always picking on me?"
Yu Daochen spread his hands dismissively, "Because you're weak. You pick on the easy targets, don't you know that?"
"I..."
Fen Yue wanted to retort, but after thinking about it, he closed his mouth.
He knew he wasn't Yu Daochen's match, and he couldn't win an argument against him.
He would just endure it.
Seeing that the matter was concluded, Yu Daochen looked at Nanjing Shuo and smiled, "Since it's over, I'll be leaving now. The aftermath will be handled by you."
Nanjing Shuo nodded, "Alright, I'll send someone to escort Master Yu back."
Yu Daochen nodded and strode away.
Wang Ming suddenly remembered something and asked, "What about the compass?"
Yu Daochen stopped, spread his hands, and smiled, "You guys can handle this thing yourselves. I can't make that decision."
The compass was now a hot potato, and no one wanted to touch it.
Although he could take it, and had the strength to prevent the Divine Cult from seizing it, he couldn't do so now, as someone was waiting for him!
Yu Daochen walked up to Li Tianxiang, cupped his hands in a bow, and smiled, "Greetings to Immortal Master Wang You and Sect Leader Li, and Master Meng."
The three waved their hands, and they all exchanged pleasantries.
Getting into a car, Yu Daochen dialed Su Lai's number to ask for their location before instructing the driver beside him to set off.
On the road, Yu Daochen kept smoking and looking out the window at the scenery.
The martial world would likely be in chaos from now on.
Despite the large number of people who had come today, many sects had not sent anyone.
In the face of great disaster, instead of thinking about how to repel the enemy, they were focused on preserving their strength, adopting a "none of my business" attitude.
Could such an alliance truly withstand the Divine Cult?
However, it was fortunate that Li Tianxiang, Cui Yiling, and Meng Dalong were on the side of the Spiritual Affairs Bureau.
As long as the three of them were there, along with himself and Wang Ming,
He didn't believe the Chen family dared to cause trouble.
In the current situation, anyone who dared to stir up trouble would be the first to be dealt with!
But before that, he had to accomplish a few things.
Yu Daochen's current goals were simple: rescue Liu Feng, awaken Qin Muyu, and restore the Yanhuo Sect to its former glory, at least to the point where it could stand shoulder to shoulder with the three major sects.
As for anything else, it didn't matter.
The car stopped at a tea house. Yu Daochen got out and saw Su Lai and the others waiting for him at the entrance.
Upon seeing Yu Daochen, Yu Yiyun ran over and threw herself into his arms, pouting her small mouth and acting spoiled, "Daddy, are you okay?"
Yu Daochen stroked the little girl's head, a gentle smile on his face, and said softly, "Silly girl, your dad is a Black List expert, what could possibly happen to me."
Yu Yiyun nodded, her small face beaming with smiles, and acted spoiled, "I want to eat hot pot."
Looking at his daughter's adorable appearance, Yu Daochen immediately said, "Eat, we must eat."
At this moment, Su Lai and Da Hu also walked over. Seeing that Yu Daochen was fine, they breathed a sigh of relief.
Su Lai noticed that Yu Daochen seemed to have something on his mind and asked, "Master Yu, did something happen?"
Yu Daochen nodded and said earnestly, "This is a long story. Let's talk slowly."
Su Lai and Da Hu nodded.