The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Meng Jing did not wreak havoc on the entire continent. Instead, he lived a leisurely life in the mountains and countryside, and occasionally wandered around the capital of Jiama.

Meng Jing was not worried about what would happen in the future. Even if he met someone he could not defeat and died, Meng Jing would not feel much. After all, the road to seeking the truth and becoming strong is already turbulent, and one could die if he was not careful.

Now he just needs to wait and let the power of heaven be consumed.

At this time, Meng Jing changed his face, like an ordinary young man, walking on the prosperous streets of the imperial capital. In fact, there were fewer people in the imperial capital, just because after the big incident in Yunlan Sect, many people or practitioners in the Jiama Empire left the territory of the Jiama Empire with their families.

Perhaps in the eyes of these people, staying away from troubled places may help them protect themselves.

Meng Jing wandered around and finally arrived at the Meng Mansion. In his eyes, the Meng Mansion was already in a state of disrepair and decay. After all, the father and son of the Meng Mansion disappeared, and the servants left one after another, so this place had long become a no-man's land.

When Meng Jing was about to leave, he heard a tentative and hesitant voice behind him.

"Meng Jing!?"

Meng Jing knew who it was, and he turned around and looked calmly.

The visitor was Mu Zhan, Meng Jing's childhood friend in this life. At this moment, he was more robust than he had been a few years ago, and looked majestic in his armor. What surprised Meng Jing a little was that next to him was the socialite Ya Fei, who was famous throughout the empire at that time.

However, the two of them looked rather nervous at the moment, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

"How do you know him?" Meng Jing said calmly, his face distorted and changed, gradually returning to his previous appearance.

When they saw Meng Jing's true face, they were shocked.

"..." Mu Zhan was speechless. Even though the other party was his childhood friend, he didn't dare to make a conclusion about who the other party was at this moment. Because many powerful people spread that Meng Jing might have been possessed by the soul of a powerful person and was no longer the same person as before.

"Elegance!" Ya Fei said with her red lips: "And you will stay here." After saying that, Ya Fei looked up at the plaque of the Meng Mansion.

Meng Jing smiled indifferently. If he really didn't want to be known by others, no one over there would know that he had been there.

"You..." Mu Zhan finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Are you Meng Jing?"

Meng Jing said: "Yes and no, but I have included the Meng Jing you know."

Mu Zhan was moved, and clenched his fists, but loosened them powerlessly. "Who are you?" Ya Fei said, staring at Meng Jing with her charming red eyes.

"It's noisy here!" Meng Jing finished speaking, and then Mu Zhan and the others were surprised to find that the environment they were in was gradually becoming illusory and disappearing like bubbles. Then they inexplicably came to the overgrown pond near the Meng Mansion.

Then, ripples began to spread out with the three of them as the center. All the dust, weeds, and broken buildings gradually disappeared and recovered under their incredulous gazes.

In their eyes, the entire Meng Mansion was dust-free and brand new. Meng Jing was sitting on a green stone table with a few cups of tea on it.

"Is this an illusion?" Mu Zhan pinched his face, his face full of disbelief, and looked around for flaws.

At this moment, Ya Fei could hardly hide the shock on her face. Her beautiful eyes kept looking around. Finally, after she calmed down her inner shock, she began to walk towards Meng Jing's position.

Meng Jing poured tea, looked at Ya Fei, and said, "Aren't you afraid?"

"It's no use being afraid!" Ya Fei raised her shoulders, her eyes exuding an inexplicable feeling as she said, "If you want to kill me, I'm afraid with your strength, it's easy, right?!"

"Very clear!" Meng Jing nodded calmly.

"What if I died a good death and saw the truth?" Ya Fei asked at this moment. Her eyes were very realistic and eager.

"Your voice that resounded throughout the world is probably still vividly remembered by everyone today, but only a few people take it as the real thing," said Ya Fei.

Looking at the sincere man, Meng Jing said calmly: "Knowing this is equivalent to falling into despair!"

Ya Fei frowned, but she calmed down now and said, "Despair, can you explain a little?"

"The future is uncertain, and life and death are not a concern." Meng Jing said, "I think you just need to wait for the result!"

"Sitting and waiting for death is not my style!" said Yafei.

Meng Jing admired this kind of person who was indifferent to life and death, especially since the other party was just a mortal.

Unfortunately, the other party is just a businessman investing. (End of this chapter)