I Am Your Natural Enemy

Plus, ever since he found out about that so-called rift, he’d been pondering over it.

Because he couldn’t find a way to get stronger in the real world.

As for cultivation, his talent was painfully average. He’d tried before—though he could rely on repeated resets to accumulate experience, realization and comprehension weren’t things that could be stockpiled.

And with his level of talent, there was no hope at all for imparting the talisman teachings.

Even if he forced his way forward by accumulating enough foundation through resets, talent was a hard ceiling—he’d never get a decent talisman.

This had nothing to do with whether the Three Mountains and Five Ridges gatekeepers would be stingy; it was purely his own problem.

Martial training—again, just average talent, though he’d also practiced bitterly.

But accumulated experience couldn’t replace putting in the hard work. One time, his experience and physical state were so mismatched, he even managed to get himself killed.

After that, he completely gave up.

He’d even gone abroad looking for a way, but he really didn’t like their method over there of altering your bloodline to get stronger. Too many restrictions, not enough wiggle room.

Ever since that legendary thing—the Night Vigil Deity—appeared in the rift, his entire way of thinking shifted.

He was going to the other side to seek his own fortune.

...

Inside an unfinished building in Central Plains County, a second-cycle player had taken on the form of a fierce ghost, hiding there—he could already feel the rush of Yang Energy all around him, people from the Scorching Sun Department operating nearby.

He knew—it had to be tonight. And based on the intel he’d personally checked, the one coming was definitely Ox-Head.

He’d had close encounters with Ox-Head before; he was certain that as a fierce ghost, if he died by Ox-Head’s hands, he could definitely start his second cycle with Ox-Head as the trigger.

...

Everyone was waiting anxiously for nightfall, for the new chapter to begin starting tonight.

Wen Yan made his way to Chencang State, passing through desolate tombs and along the Nether Path.

The moment he stepped out of the tombs, he could sense how utterly different the aura was compared to Nanwu County.

On one side, vast open plains; and at the end of them, the Qinling Mountains sprawled like a giant dragon, dividing the land with a clear boundary between the mountains and the flatlands.

Just a glance, and you could feel the immense weight this range used to keep Guanzhong County in check.

Wen Yan had lived in Guanzhong County for many years, but he’d never stood at the edge of the Qinling Mountains like this, staring at that backbone of the land.

”Let’s hope everything goes smoothly...”

Time ticked by, and Wen Yan’s people slowly arrived, one by one.

When night fell, Wen Yan checked his phone and saw that the Central Plains team had already made it to the site and begun prepping for action.

He glanced at the clock—it was already ten. And Little Mustache, having finished dinner, was somehow sitting all over again at a coffee shop on the street corner, drinking more coffee.

He walked straight over in that direction.

On the way, phone in hand, he double-checked that everyone was in position. Everything was set.

Turning a street corner, he looked over and spotted Little Mustache, sitting alone by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He saw the prompt appear with his own eyes—confirmed, definitely Little Mustache himself.

Then he also spotted the little deer figurine on the table suddenly turn its head toward him.

At that moment, Wen Yan decided to kick off Plan One.

He sent out the signal.

Factoring in signal delays, he’d already run the numbers, and double-checked with the Black Box; the margin of error was within an acceptable range.

At the same time, over in Central Plains County, Qin Kun was already standing inside the unfinished building, Yang Energy burning around him like wildfire.

The fierce ghost was locked in his arms.

The ghost looked completely dazed, mind utterly blown.

His plans had been flawless. Ox-Head had indeed shown up. Seeing that the time was right, he’d put himself out in the open.

No one expected what would happen next to go so far off script.

Ox-Head never even got a chance to do anything—suddenly, Qin Kun burst in like a wild beast, his hands alternating, smashing through floors, pinning the ghost to the ground with overwhelming force.

Then, nearly foaming at the mouth with rage, Qin Kun even started explaining to everyone why he came.

All for a junior disciple, just an ordinary guy, who bought the land under this abandoned building and lost all his hard-earned savings. And so, Qin Kun had to come deal with this himself?!

And, not to mess with his daytime schedule, he’d specifically picked an open slot at night—wanted to finish up and still catch the midnight flight out.

Who could hear this and not have a breakdown?

If the developer heard about this, you bet he’d scramble to finish construction. No one would be able to sleep otherwise.

Qin Kun just kept waiting, dragging things out, burning up time—meanwhile the Scorching Sun Department over in Central Plains County was losing their minds.

Especially watching Qin Kun not make a move, just talking about this—anyone would think he was putting on the pressure.

They quickly promised that if the fierce ghost was dealt with, the building would definitely be finished, guaranteed handover, and okay, no subway, but if the building got handed off, there genuinely would be a new bus stop.

Just then, Qin Kun sensed Wen Yan’s signal. Standing at the building’s edge, holding the fierce ghost like a little chick.

Right then, a cruel grin crept across his face; his arms, bigger than most people’s thighs, tensed; the Yang Energy burning on him exploded in an instant.

In a flash, the fierce ghost was reduced to ashes.

From receiving the signal to wiping out the ghost—less than a second.

Elsewhere, several hundred meters away, a sniper hidden in the shadows, blended in perfectly with his surroundings, pulled the trigger the moment he got the signal—no hesitation at all.