Chapter 291

Chapter 291: Take Good Care of You

Xia Bei Yi stared at Jun Hua and the others on the screens, then casually flicked his hand.

Their personal terminals shattered.

Jun Hua was struck by the backlash and stumbled back, coughing blood.

Yu Dong’s face went red with fury. “What are you doing?”

Xia Bei Yi sneered. “A warning. Don’t make a move, or I’ll slap you to death like insects.”

Then he turned and left.

His destination—the Lakeside Residence.

Yu Dong caught Jun Hua. “Are you okay?”

Jun Hua shook her head, eyes fixed on the broken screens. “Wang Jie’s in trouble.”

Elsewhere, Lan Qi lounged with her legs swinging, music in her ear, utterly relaxed.

A woman approached from the distance.

“Little sister.”

Lan Qi looked up with a smile. “Sister.”

“How is it? Any abnormalities?”

“Everything’s normal. It’s that Xia Bei Yi from Xuan Gate watching now.”

“Xia Bei Yi…” The woman’s brow tightened. “He’s too arrogant. He may not take it seriously. Be careful anyway.”

Lan Qi handed her a sheet of paper. “This is the list of people Jun Hua contacted while I was watching her. We’re monitoring them all. Don’t worry.”

The woman skimmed it—then froze.

Her gaze locked on a name.

“Wang Jie?”

Lan Qi blinked. “What is it?”

The woman pointed at the name, her face hardening. “Who is he?”

“A lockforce cultivator,” Lan Qi said. “He contacted Jun Hua himself to come back. According to her, he used to work in the Silver Radiance Empire—some emperor guard position or something. Nothing special.”

The woman lifted a hand, starforce rippling. With swift, practiced strokes, she traced a portrait in the air. “Is it him?”

Lan Qi looked—and a cold weight dropped into her stomach.

“It’s him,” she said hoarsely. “Sister… you know him?”

The woman was Lan Ning.

On the ying yang battlefield, she had shot at Wang Jie—and he had dodged.

And on that battlefield, Wang Jie’s reputation had not been small.

Lan Ning spun and rushed toward the Imperial Palace.

Lan Qi chased after her.

They burst inside. The surveillance screens were still running, but Xia Bei Yi was gone.

“Where is Xia Bei Yi?” Lan Ning demanded.

Jun Hua wiped blood from her lip. “He left.”

“Where?”

“I don’t know.”

Lan Qi looked uneasily between them. “Sister, what’s happening?”

Lan Ning didn’t answer. She activated a mass channel, her voice sharp enough to cut steel.

“Attention, everyone. Wang Jie has arrived at the Imperial Capital. He is Black-White Heaven’s Six-Path Roamer. Everyone, be on guard.”

Lan Qi’s scalp went numb.

Six-Path Roamer?

At the same time, Xia Bei Yi reached the Lakeside Residence and kicked the main gate open with one savage strike.

The guards were crushed to the ground by starforce before they could even shout.

Wang Jie emerged, eyes narrowing in surprise. “Xia Bei Yi?”

Xia Bei Yi grinned viciously and stepped forward. “Wang Jie. Long time no see. I came to take good care of you.”

A shrill emergency alert blared from a terminal.

“Attention, everyone. Wang Jie has arrived at the Imperial Capital. He is Black-White Heaven’s Six-Path Roamer. Everyone, be on guard.”

Xia Bei Yi froze mid-step and stared at the terminal like it had grown teeth.

Six-Path Roamer?

That was the level of monsters like Yan Long.

Wang Jie heard it too. His expression turned… odd.

So it was out.

Xia Bei Yi lifted his head slowly, eyes locked on him.

Wang Jie smiled and nodded toward the terminal, as if to say, Go on. Check again.

Xia Bei Yi swallowed hard and looked—again.

A call request flashed.

Lan Ning.

He accepted with trembling fingers.

“Xia Bei Yi,” Lan Ning snapped, “where are you? Black-White Heaven’s Liu Dao You—one of their Six-Path Roamers—is there. Leave now.”

Xia Bei Yi’s throat bobbed.

Impossible.

Wang Jie was a lockforce cultivator. How could he be a Six-Path Roamer?

No. No way.

“Who did you say is the Six-Path Roamer?” he croaked.

“Don’t ask,” Lan Ning hissed. “Gather and leave. That Wang Jie may be a lockforce cultivator, but he’s terrifying. He tore through the ying yang battlefield. Black-White Heaven has never had a Full-Star Realm Six-Path Roamer like him. Move!”

Xia Bei Yi slowly raised his head again.

His face had gone blank.

Wang Jie stood with his hands behind his back, calm as ever. “So,” he said lightly, “what was it you were saying you’d do?”

Xia Bei Yi forced a laugh that sounded like choking. “As fellow Frostglow Sect disciples… I came to ask if you’ve been well. To… to see if you needed someone to look after you.”

Wang Jie’s smile widened.

Behind him, Yu Zhi, Han Ling, Mo Wan Yin, and the rest stepped out, studying Xia Bei Yi with open curiosity.

Xia Bei Yi’s mind went white.

What kind of den had he barged into?

Wang Jie walked up and set a hand on his shoulder. “No need, Senior Brother Bei Yi. Stay right here.”

His fingers tightened.

Xia Bei Yi was driven straight into the ground, buried under crushing force.

He didn’t even try to resist.

Resisting now meant nothing.

He could feel it—the sheer, unstoppable weight of power.

This was the strength of a Six-Path Roamer.

Back at the Imperial Palace, Lan Ning heard voices through the surveillance and shouted, “We’re exposed. Break out!”

The moment her words fell, figures burst upward all across Imperial Capital Star, shooting into space.

The star’s defenses collapsed in an instant. Outside the planet, ships and warships were thrown into chaos by the rising shockwaves, many spiraling down and crashing. Imperial Capital Star—and even the nearby Radiant Star—shook as if the heavens themselves had been struck.

Jun Hua and Yu Dong stared out in horror.

There were so many.

They had believed there were only a handful.

Yet even with that many experts, they still fled.

So what exactly was Wang Jie now?

At the Lakeside Residence, Wang Jie’s group didn’t move.

Only Wu Yuan lifted his head.

Starforce erupted from him like a storm.

In a blink, a suffocating pressure wrapped the entire Imperial Capital Star, forming a second sky beyond the first—a heaven forged from starforce, suppressing every fleeing cultivator beneath it.

Attacks slammed upward in desperation.

The most eye-catching was Yan Long.

His combat power flared, fierce enough to brush Six-Path Roamer level, drawing even Wang Jie’s attention.

But against Wu Yuan, it was still useless.

Wu Yuan had once been the strongest Six-Path Roamer—and now he was Hundred-Star Realm.

Yan Long struck again and again, teeth clenched, starforce raging. He even unleashed chen art.

Wu Yuan lifted his eyes, about to press harder—

When a figure stepped through the void beyond the planet.

A blade of starforce cleaved down, ripping open Wu Yuan’s pressure-sky.

Wu Yuan’s gaze snapped to the newcomer.

The newcomer met his eyes.

In the moment that crack opened, the fleeing group surged out into space and vanished into the distance.

Wu Yuan didn’t chase.

He simply stared, watching the figure withdraw.

Han Ling’s jaw tightened. “Elder, that person isn’t from a club. Why let him go?”

With Wu Yuan’s strength, he could have stopped him. Wu Yuan was Black-White Heaven’s strongest Hundred-Star Realm elder.

Wu Yuan’s answer was calm. “No need. There wasn’t only one.”

Wang Jie nodded. “This is Third Nebula. Forcing them to stay would ignite a larger war. That would hinder what we need to do next.”

A disciple bristled. “But they broke the rules.”

Yu Zhi shook his head. “Whether the rules were broken isn’t decided by us alone. Silver Radiance Empire is one of only two regions in Third Nebula controlled by Black-White Heaven. Xuan Gate can claim they came to reclaim it. They have plenty of reasons—so long as they never mention the Nan family.”

No one could argue with that.

Their eyes shifted to Xia Bei Yi—the only one who hadn’t escaped.

Wang Jie crouched beside the crater and looked down at him with a smile. “Senior Brother Bei Yi. You said you’d take good care of me, right? Then start by paying for my door.”

Xia Bei Yi’s face had turned ashen. “Please—Junior Brother… no. Please, Senior Brother. Spare my life.”

Wang Jie’s smile didn’t change. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time. Let’s talk.”

The Xuan Gate group withdrew. Silver Radiance Empire was back under Black-White Heaven’s control.

No one else cared about Xia Bei Yi.

Wang Jie interrogated him alone. From his mouth, he confirmed the identities of those who escaped—and that their true goal was the Nan family.

The region where the Nan family’s red moon was located had already spread far and wide. It would draw in even more people.

But no one knew how to find red moon.

To Xuan Gate, finding the Nan family and taking the Nan family’s hidden trove was only natural. Unfortunately, the news had been spread through clubs first, which meant everything had to be handled under club rules.

If Xuan Gate tried to seal off Third Nebula by force, it would invite war.

And war was the last thing Xuan Gate wanted.

They had just lost the ying yang battlefield. Black-White Heaven could sweep through Third Nebula as it was. And beyond that were outside experts—powerhouses from other bridge-pillars.

Xia Bei Yi begged nonstop, babbling about how hard his life had been in Xuan Gate, how much he’d “looked after” other Frostglow Sect disciples, and more.

Wang Jie didn’t bother listening.

He made Xia Bei Yi perform the Nine-Form Diagram Movements.

Xia Bei Yi was completely bewildered, but under pressure he had no choice.

Wang Jie’s last disguise had been Cang Wu.

Cang Wu’s value had been his corpse sect disciple identity.

But Wang Jie was now already corpse sect hundred coffins. He no longer needed that cover.

Xia Bei Yi’s identity wasn’t particularly impressive, but it was still something.

After disguising so many times, Wang Jie had learned one thing for certain: disguising as a woman fooled the world most cleanly.

Not long after, Jun Hua came to the Lakeside Residence.

Wu Yuan and the others had no interest in receiving her, so Wang Jie went out alone.

With outside experts flooding in, it was better for Wu Yuan and the others to remain hidden.

Jun Hua wasn’t alone. Yu Dong came, along with Jin Chu and Man Man.

Wang Jie hadn’t expected those two.

Jin Chu had once been Frostglow Sect’s top inner sect disciple, and Man Man was an inner sect disciple as well. That they were alive at all meant they’d been lucky—able to hide through Frostglow Sect’s collapse.

Jun Hua bowed deeply. “Thank you, Brother Wang. If you hadn’t saved us, the Silver Radiance Empire would have suffered calamity.”

Yu Dong and the others bowed too.

They used to call him Wang Jie. Now it felt wrong to address him so casually.

Wang Jie waved it away. “No need. It’s been a long time. This place hasn’t changed much.”

Jun Hua’s smile turned wry. “Only Brother Wang has changed. You’ve become… much stronger.”

Her gaze sharpened. “They say you’re Black-White Heaven’s Six-Path Roamer?”

“Just luck,” Wang Jie said.

Jun Hua shook her head. “Black-White Heaven’s Six-Path Roamer isn’t something luck can buy.”

She had only recently learned what that title truly meant—Jin Chu had explained it. Only then had Jun Hua realized how terrifying Wang Jie’s status was.

In all of Third Nebula, only Yan Long could be compared to him.

Even if the Nan family still existed, he would stand among their top disciples.

The geniuses of the fallen Frostglow Sect couldn’t even survive a single move from him now.

That was the difference.