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Chapter 554 - 260: Taotie’s Feast!?

His voice was still hoarse, yet filled with power, "Since you were sent by Old Hong, I have nothing to hide anymore!"

Jiang Chengyue straightened his back, as if unburdened of a heavy weight, his gaze becoming sharp and resolute.

"The source of everything, all the evil, all the pursuits... they all come from the ancestor of our Jiang Family."

Jiang Chengyue’s voice was like a blade tempered by ice, each word firm and unyielding:

"Jiang Taixuan!"

Jiang Taixuan?

This name sent a chill through Wei Banmeng and the others’ hearts.

That Stabilizing Needle?

The legendary Martial Saint who burned his origin a century ago to protect Glazed Light City?

The hero of fifty years ago?

Jiang Chengyue did not pause, he stared into Fang Qingyu’s eyes, throwing out an earth-shattering question:

"Do you know how old our ’Stabilizing Needle’, ’legendary hero’, is now?"

Fang Qingyu furrowed his brows, based on the information provided by Chen Ming and Wei Banmeng earlier: "One hundred and fifty? Or... over one hundred and fifty?"

"One hundred and fifty-seven!"

Jiang Chengyue’s voice suddenly rose, like a clap of thunder in the small safe house.

"Fifty years ago, at the most critical moment of the Arctic Great Wall Defense Line, to hold the Ice Fortress stronghold, he burned his origin, devastating the Destiny Ghost Army, and held out for seven days and seven nights, awaiting reinforcements, saving Glazed Light City! This should have been a life-draining, final act!"

Jiang Chengyue’s voice trembled with excitement, his eyes filled with grief and a sense of betrayal.

"He was already a Martial Saint by then, but with the origin seriously damaged, his lifespan was greatly reduced, under normal circumstances, he could live at most ten more years, even five would be a miracle!"

"But do you know?!"

His gaze swept over the shocked Fang Qingyu and the others, his voice a blood-tinged accusation:

"He survived! Not only did he survive! After that near-death severe injury..."

"He lived another fifty-seven years!!!"

"One hundred and fifty-seven years!! A hero who should have bled the last drop of blood for Glazed Light City fifty years ago, has lived to this day!"

Fang Qingyu and the others did not feel anything upon hearing this.

Instead, they looked puzzled.

"This..."

Chu Kuanglan couldn’t help but speak in a muffled voice, with disbelief, "Isn’t this a good thing? The forefather living a few decades more, it’s a Stabilizing Needle for Glazed Light City, for the Jiang Family, for the entire defense line! Who wouldn’t want their forefather to live a few more years?"

His words represented the most direct doubt in Fang Qingyu and the others’ minds at the moment.

"A good thing?!"

Jiang Chengyue seemed to hear the most absurd joke in the world.

The grief and bitterness on his face almost drowned him.

He suddenly looked at Chu Kuanglan, then swept over the similarly puzzled Fang Qingyu, Wei Banmeng, and Lu Jiuyuan.

His eyes became extremely complex.

He took a step forward, his voice turning deep and hoarse due to extreme emotion, like a wounded beast’s whimper:

"Do you think this is a good thing?"

Jiang Chengyue stared dead into Fang Qingyu’s eyes.

"Do you know how he survived?!"

In the safe house, there was a deathly silence.

Only Jiang Chengyue’s heavy breathing was remarkably clear in the thick darkness.

In the depths of Fang Qingyu’s molten gold vertical pupils, the light flickered intensely.

For the first time, Wei Banmeng’s cool face lost its composure, her delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Chu Kuanglan’s look of confusion was frozen.

The knuckles of Lu Jiuyuan’s fingers gripping the knife turned white.

An ominous premonition, like a cold poisonous snake, silently crept into everyone’s heart.

"How did he survive?"

Fang Qingyu’s voice lowered.

Jiang Chengyue let out a bitter smile, more unsightly than crying.

He didn’t answer directly, but with bloodshot eyes full of pain, stared forcefully at Fang Qingyu, presenting an answer that could overturn everything they knew:

"By absorbing!"

"By devouring!"

"By forcibly... extracting the Qi Blood of other Martial Artists!!!"

"Impossible!"

Wei Banmeng exclaimed in shock.

For the first time, her cool voice showed violent fluctuation, filled with adamant denial.

"Neither existing technology nor known Divine Chosen abilities could ever achieve this, forcibly extracting someone’s life force and transferring it defies the basic laws of life!"

"If such a method exists, wouldn’t it mean achieving immortality?! The Federation’s higher-ups, the major powers would have..."

Her words stopped abruptly because Jiang Chengyue suddenly raised his head.

Those eyes, burned red by despair and anger, pinned fiercely on Wei Banmeng’s face like two burning flames.

With all his strength, he let out a roar.

"What if it’s..."

"Divine Armament?"

These four words were like four heavy hammers, crashing down hard on the hearts of Fang Qingyu and the others.

Instantly shattering all skepticism and belief in "impossible"!

The safe house plunged into an even more suffocating silence.

Chu Kuanglan’s mouth opened wide enough to fit a fist, his eyes almost bulging out.

In Lu Jiuyuan’s sharp gaze was an unprecedented weightiness.

All color drained from Wei Banmeng’s cool face, her eyes flickering madly, clearly contemplating the possibility.

In the depths of Fang Qingyu’s molten gold vertical pupils, it was as if lava was violently churning.

Divine Armament!

These four words themselves represent infinite possibilities.

They are bizarre and unpredictable, with many effects beyond human comprehension.

Immortality may be far-fetched, but delaying aging, transferring life force...

Who can guarantee that among the vast Divine relics as numerous as stars in the sea, there isn’t one possessing such a sinister capability?!