Chapter 139: Who Wants to Get Back at Me?

Jiang Changkong: Peak of Star Vault

Mid-tier mid-grade martial arts:

Indestructible Diamond Divine Art: Perfected: 1025312/1875000

Mystical Tai Chi Art: Perfected: 1/1875000

Three Blades of the Fleeting Swan: Perfected: 1/1875000

Blazing Sun Art: Perfected: 1/1875000

Spirit Control Art: Perfected: 1/1875000

Cold Moon Art: Perfected: 1/1875000

Essence, Qi, and Spirit: 0

Looking at the data, Jiang Changkong fell into deep thought.

His potions and weapons, two drops of blood, the Special Starstone, and the Yang Stone—who should he sell these to?

Looking across the entire Jianghai region, selling a few items wouldn’t be a problem, but if he wanted to sell everything…

There was only one place!

Yaoguang Chamber of Commerce.

The Yaoguang Chamber of Commerce had the full authority to take everything he had, but would Nantian Pang refuse to buy?

Selling someone else’s loot back to them—that seemed a bit unethical.

Forget it, he’d think about it after waking up. At worst, he could go to another province to sell them.

Jiang Changkong lay down to rest. After these busy days, he was truly tired.

Ding-dong

He didn’t know how long he had slept when the sound of his phone startled him awake.

It was a call from an unfamiliar number.

Checking the time, it was 3 a.m.

“Hello?”

Jiang Changkong answered the call, his tone somewhat displeased. Calling so late was disturbing his sleep.

“Is this Jiang Changkong? This is Jiang Haibo,” a voice came from the other end of the line.

Jiang Changkong’s tone turned unfriendly: “Officer Jiang, it’s very late. If you don’t need to sleep, I do.”

“Changkong, the situation is urgent. I hope you can come and help,” Jiang Haibo said anxiously. “A major disaster is about to happen.”

“What major disaster? What does it have to do with me?”

Jiang Changkong frowned.

“The news about the Star Stele has spread. The higher-ups have issued a strict order for us to defend the entrance at all costs.

No one is allowed to enter without permission. Violators will be executed.”

Jiang Haibo said gravely.

Jiang Changkong replied helplessly, “Then just execute them. Why are you calling me? Where are your troops?”

Jiang Haibo said helplessly, “How could I dare execute them? These people—forget execution, I’m currently being stepped on.”

Jiang Changkong: “…”

As the person in charge of the Starlight Distortion Land, aren’t you doing a bit too poorly?

Being pinned to the ground and beaten?

“Sorry, my strength is too weak…”

Jiang Haibo hurriedly said, “They specifically asked for you to come, saying they want revenge. Otherwise, your friends will be in danger in the future.”

“Huh? Who?” Jiang Changkong frowned.

“Relatives of those who participated in the Starlight Distortion Land. Several of them are at the peak of Star Vault.”

Jiang Haibo quickly added, “I know you’re strong. If you come, we can hold out until dawn. Once the Federation’s people arrive, everything will be fine.”

“Are there any Star Spirit experts?” Jiang Changkong asked.

“None have been spotted for now,” Jiang Haibo said before the call abruptly ended.

Jiang Changkong was taken aback. Why did he hang up on his own?

As he wondered, a text message arrived: “Four early-stage Star Spirit experts. Don’t come. Don’t leave the city. —Jiang Haibo.”

Jiang Changkong was stunned. What did this mean?

After a moment of thought, he stood up and opened the door.

“Changkong.”

Li Changtian and the others happened to be coming out. Seeing him, their expressions turned grave. “Are you going to the Starlight Distortion Land?”

“You know about it too?” Jiang Changkong asked.

“Yes, Jiang Haibo called. I have friends on the scene. Jiang Haibo was forced to make the call.”

Li Changtian explained, “He secretly sent a message telling us not to go over. He’s been discovered, and I’m afraid a beating is unavoidable.”

“This Jiang Haibo, he’s actually not a bad person.”

Jiang Changkong nodded slightly. “Four Star Spirits, are you sure?”

“Yes, all four are at the early Star Spirit stage. The Federation’s people won’t arrive until at least dawn.”

Li Changtian continued, “I’ve already received word that the major factions are working together to delay them.”

“Early Star Spirit experts still can’t shake the Star Stele. Aren’t these people just foolish?” Jiang Changkong scoffed.

“Things have changed inside now. It doesn’t necessarily require experts; technological instruments can be used.”

Li Changtian lowered his voice.

Jiang Changkong understood—the space was no longer distorted, and instruments could be activated.

These people could rely on instruments to take things away.

“I’ll go take a look.”

With those words, Jiang Changkong quickly left.

“Changkong, Changkong…”

Li Changtian tried to stop him but was a step too slow. Jiang Changkong had already gone far.

Activating both the Mystic Yang Step and the Spirit Control Art simultaneously, Jiang Changkong shot out of the city like a streak of golden light.

Early Star Spirit stage—with his strength, he should be able to suppress them. Even if he couldn’t, he was confident they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him.

Since they wanted to reclaim their pride, he would give them that chance.

Jiang Changkong dialed Jiang Haibo’s number. The call was answered instantly, but a cold voice came through: “Jiang Changkong?”

“I’m coming.”

After saying that, he hung up and rushed forward at full speed.

Near the Starlight Distortion Land, rows of soldiers lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

Jiang Haibo, the person in charge, had a bruised and swollen face, with numerous wounds on his body.

A group of young and middle-aged people, numbering in the dozens, stood outside the entrance to the Distortion Land, coldly staring ahead.

The entrance was enveloped in a layer of golden light, preventing anyone from entering.

A general clad in armor, holding a large spear, stood before the entrance, glaring coldly at everyone. “Leave immediately, or face death.”

“You can’t stop us. Remove that sixth-stage early Protective Shield.”

A middle-aged man said coldly.

“Duty calls,” the general replied firmly, not retreating a step and showing no fear.

The middle-aged man’s expression turned icy. Without hesitation, he appeared before the general in an instant, swinging his sword down in a direct slash.

The general’s eyes narrowed as he hastily raised his spear to block.

Boom!

With a single slash, the general was sent tumbling backward, blood staining the night.

“This Protective Shield is a bit troublesome.”

After sending the general flying with his sword, the middle-aged man muttered thoughtfully. Sword light flared again, its brilliance piercing the night and soaring into the sky.

“I’ll lend you a hand.”

A middle-aged woman stepped out from the crowd, blue light shimmering in her palm. In the blink of an eye, it surged like a raging flood toward the golden barrier.

Boom!

Crack!

The sword light and the flood struck simultaneously, shattering the golden Protective Shield.

“You go retrieve the Star Stele. I’ll guard here,” the middle-aged man said calmly.

“Alright,” the middle-aged woman nodded and entered the Distortion Land.

Their goal for this trip was to secure the Star Stele first. How to divide it would be a matter for later.

“Commander, are you alright?” Jiang Haibo, enduring the pain, helped the injured general to his feet.

“I’m… ugh!” The general had just opened his mouth when he vomited a mouthful of blood, his face pale. “The gap between Star Vault and Star Spirit is truly immense.”

“Alas, we did our best,” Jiang Haibo sighed. “But it seems Jiang Changkong is coming.”

“Didn’t we tell him to leave?” The commander frowned. “If something happens to him, how could I ever face my elder brother?”

“Figure it out yourself. Jiang Haichuan should understand you,” Jiang Haibo sighed.

This commander was none other than Jiang Haichuan’s younger brother, the minor commander of Jiangshui City, Jiang Haishan.

“You two still have the mood to worry about others’ lives? How amusing.”

A young man approached them, his gaze icy. “Today, no one can save him!”

“Indeed. If Jiang Changkong dares to come today, there’s only one path for him—death,” several other young men chimed in simultaneously.

The two men felt heavy-hearted. Just how had Jiang Changkong provoked them?

One after another, they emerged, seemingly determined to kill him.

Roars echoed through the night sky.

Suddenly, a streak of golden light pierced the darkness as a figure strode forward, a cold voice ringing out: “Who wants to settle the score?”

“Jiang Changkong? You actually dare to come?”