Wu Shattered Star River

Jiang Lang's loud roar was not heard by Jiang Han.

He was currently in deep seclusion, and this maze had some soundproofing effects, so even if Jiang Lang shouted himself hoarse, he wouldn't be able to hear him.

Lightning arcs flickered around his body. Since there was no lightning striking from the sky, he usually used the Lightning Body Tempering Divine Power to temper his physical body.

Recently, he had been trying to comprehend the Law of Thunder, occasionally comprehending Shadow Kill. He also sometimes tried to comprehend the Law of Wind, hoping to integrate the Law of Wind with the Eight Gods Wings to form a new Ultimate Divine Power.

After comprehending for half a year, although he felt that there was some progress, there was no breakthrough.

The only progress was that he had constructed a layer of the altar, and his realm had reached the fifth level of the Void Breaking Realm.

He was not in a hurry. Comprehending the Great Dao Laws was a matter of accumulating little by little, a slow and steady process. No one could achieve it overnight.

Outside, Jiang Lang shouted twice, and when he found that there was no movement inside, he took out a communication jade talisman. A paper kite flew up and shot straight towards Thunder Mountain.

This time, Jiang Han was awakened. He opened his eyes, grabbed the paper kite, and took a look. His expression changed drastically in an instant.

There was only one sentence on the paper kite: Your wife is about to die.

Jiang Han quickly closed a few divine formations, and his body soared into the air, ready to fly towards Tianluan City.

Jiang Lang saw Jiang Han fly out and shouted loudly, "Jiang Han, I'm here!"

"咻!"

Jiang Han flew down, took a look, and realized that Jiang Lang wasn't joking. He asked, "What's the situation?"

"Si Li led a team to participate in the island夺取战 this morning!"

Jiang Lang explained, "Si Li just came back, covered in blood, with serious injuries. One of her hands was also cut off, and her life is now hanging by a thread. Of the three hundred people she took, less than fifty are left."

"Go!"

Jiang Han grabbed Jiang Lang and flew towards Tianluan City, asking as he flew, "Where is Si Li now? In the city or on Sword Demon Peak?"

"She was taken to Sword Demon Peak by an elder from Sword Demon Mountain!"

Jiang Lang said, and after thinking for a while, he added, "Jiang Han, you've been in seclusion recently. There are many rumors about you in the city. They say some bad things about you, so you should be prepared."

"Huh?"

Jiang Han frowned and asked, "Why are they saying bad things about me? What did I do?"

"It's because you didn't do anything…"

Jiang Lang explained, "Recently, we've been fighting fiercely with the Ancient Demon Three Clans, and many people have died. Nearly a hundred geniuses and evildoers have died in battle. Many people say that you, as the Young City Lord of Tianluan City, are not participating in the war, which is a disgrace to the Tianluan Army."

"I investigated… There are many people secretly smearing your name. The leader is Ji Fa Yan, the Holy Son of the Undying Temple."

"Undying Temple?"

Jiang Han's expression darkened. He had always disliked the Undying Temple. The Holy Son of the Undying Temple actually had nothing better to do than to smear his name?

"Let's not worry about that for now, let's go to Sword Demon Peak!"

Jiang Han turned his body and flew straight towards Sword Demon Peak. His speed was very fast, and after a few breaths, he landed in Sword Demon City.

Outside Si Li's small courtyard, it had been placed under martial law, with a team of soldiers guarding it. There were also many young masters and young ladies nearby, all of whom were blocked outside.

Jiang Han flew down, and the soldiers here saw Jiang Han and quickly bowed and saluted, "Greetings, Young City Lord!"

"Heh heh!"

Outside Si Li's courtyard were five young masters in gorgeous robes. When these people saw Jiang Han, two of them cupped their hands in greeting, while the corners of the mouths of the other three revealed a mocking expression, and they ignored Jiang Han.

There were also six young ladies, four of whom looked at Jiang Han with scorching gazes, while the other two turned their heads to the side.

"As expected, the wind direction is not right…"

Jiang Han was expressionless, but he sneered in his heart.

In the past, when he appeared, basically everyone would salute, or at least greet him with a smile, but now many people were actually giving him the cold shoulder to his face?

Jiang Han was in no mood to pay attention to these people. He asked the soldier guarding the gate, "I want to go in, please inform them!"

"Okay! Young City Lord, please wait a moment!"

A soldier quickly went in, and soon he led Jiang Han and Jiang Lang in.

There were even more people in the inner courtyard, many of whom were young masters and young ladies in gorgeous robes, but they were all in the courtyard and did not enter the room.

There were twenty or so young masters and young ladies in the inner courtyard. Jiang Han recognized some of them, such as Yue Lianyi, Qin Shuang, Bai Luan, Taishu Ye, and Feng Ling.

He roughly recognized a dozen of them, and the remaining ten or so were people he was seeing for the first time.

As soon as he entered, countless pairs of eyes locked onto him. A little over half of the people greeted him, and a few only nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The rest had mocking and sarcastic expressions, or simply turned their heads away in disdain.

"Eh?"

Jiang Han saw that Yue Lianyi and Bai Lu only nodded slightly, and he was a little surprised.

These two had been trying to befriend him some time ago, and had even eaten a few meals at his courtyard, but now they were actually behaving so coldly?

On the contrary, Qin Shuang, that cold iceberg beauty, actually took the initiative to greet him.

The most eye-catching person in the field was a young master in a black robe embroidered with a yellow dragon pattern, dressed like an ancient crown prince.

He was surrounded by six or seven young masters and young ladies, like stars surrounding the moon, making it difficult not to attract attention.

"He is Ji Fa Yan!"

Jiang Lang's lips moved slightly, transmitting his voice to Jiang Han.

Jiang Han glanced at him, not caring, and turned his gaze to the room. Unfortunately, the door was tightly closed, and he didn't know what was happening inside.

"Yo?"

A delicate young master next to Ji Fa Yan glanced at Jiang Han with slanted eyes.

He said in a somewhat exaggerated tone, "I thought it was someone else. So it's the world-renowned Young City Lord Jiang. You actually showed your face today?"

"You weren't seen during the bloody battle with the demon race. Now that Miss Si Li is injured, you're running over to curry favor and ingratiate yourself?"

Jiang Han glanced at the delicate young master, frowned, and looked at Jiang Lang, asking, "Who is this person?"

Before Jiang Lang could introduce him, the delicate young master snorted coldly and said, "I don't change my name or my surname. I am Zeng Dengke, the Young Palace Master of the Wind and Thunder Palace!"

"Never heard of you!"

Jiang Han coldly glanced at Zeng Dengke, ignored him, and turned his gaze to the door.

"You…"

Zeng Dengke's face instantly turned liver-colored. Jiang Han was too arrogant, wasn't he?

The Wind and Thunder Palace was a dominant force in the Kyushu Continent, and he actually said he had never heard of it?

Moreover, Jiang Han's words and expressions made Zeng Dengke feel like he was just a stray cat or dog, not worthy of talking to him…

"Heh heh!"

Ji Fa Yan suddenly laughed, scanning Jiang Han up and down a few times and saying, "I've long heard that Young City Lord Jiang is very arrogant. It seems that it's true."

Jiang Han glanced at Ji Fa Yan, looked at Jiang Lang again, and asked, "Who is this again?"

Jiang Lang scratched his nose awkwardly. The first time he asked, Jiang Han really didn't know Zeng Dengke, but this time it was obviously intentional.

"Bold!"

Before Jiang Lang could speak, Zeng Dengke said angrily, "This is Ji Fa Yan, the Holy Son of the Undying Temple. Jiang Han, Tianluan City belongs to one of the three immortal-level forces. Why don't you come over and pay your respects?"

Ji Fa Yan looked at Jiang Han with a smile, not refuting Zeng Dengke's words. The atmosphere in the field became tense.

Ji Fa Yan had ridiculed Jiang Han in public on many occasions. Today, they had finally met, and judging from the situation, something was likely to happen today.

"I don't even salute Xuan Yuan Qing. Is the Undying Temple's young master superior to others?"

Jiang Han coldly glanced at Ji Fa Yan, then turned his icy gaze to Zeng Dengke and said, "Don't keep nagging here. I'm in a bad mood and don't want to waste words with you. There are still injured people inside."

"If you want to cause trouble, come find me later. If I can't kill you within one move, consider it my loss!"

Just as Zeng Dengke was about to retort, Ji Fa Yan waved his hand to stop him and said, "Don't argue for now. Miss Si Li's injuries are very serious. Don't affect the treatment."

"Squeak!"

At this moment, the door opened, and Feng Zhisheng and Elder Chen, along with an old woman, walked out together.