Chapter Seventy-Nine: His Name Is Yang Jian!

For the moment, Jiang Yuan had no intention of dealing with that mongrel system. He was now certain the system wasn’t human—it really was a dog!

Composing himself, Jiang Yuan once again smiled ingratiatingly at Shennong. "Junior will certainly heed your instructions, Senior," he said.

"I noticed you carry the fate of the Human Emperor, which is why I summoned you to learn a few things. If there’s nothing else, you may return. The benefits I promised, I have given," Shennong said, waving his hand again.

No way—that’s not enough. I’ve come all this way; how could I just go back? Jiang Yuan thought to himself.

"Senior, I wish to know what dangers lie deep within the Abyss, that so many Human Emperors are needed to guard it?" Jiang Yuan was unwilling to let go of this secret.

"When your strength is sufficient and you willingly come to the Abyss, you will naturally learn all you wish to know," Shennong replied, his tone calm.

"But I want to know now," Jiang Yuan persisted.

Shennong stared at Jiang Yuan for a moment, and Jiang Yuan immediately wilted.

"I’m not curious anymore, Senior."

"So it seems you have nothing further; I’ll send you back," Shennong said, raising his hand to send Jiang Yuan away.

Jiang Yuan hurriedly blocked him. "Senior, I have one last question."

"Go ahead," Shennong said, a bit exasperated.

Why does this Human Emperor have no sense of shame?

But then Jiang Yuan did something that made Shennong think that dignity was an absolute luxury for this fellow.

"Do you have any children, Senior?"

"No."

Without hesitation, Jiang Yuan asked, "Senior, look at my attire—do I seem like I have the makings of your son?"

"Perhaps you might consider it?" Jiang Yuan asked with a cheeky grin.

Before Shennong could reply, Jiang Yuan suddenly felt the world spin, and in the blink of an eye, he was back at the spot where he had descended.

Upon seeing Zhang Kui, Jiang Yuan cursed inwardly—Shennong really was heartless, refusing to acknowledge a long-lost son.

"Sire, you’re back?" Zhang Kui rushed over in delight.

Why bother asking such a pointless question? I’m standing right here, so obviously I’ve returned.

"Yes," Jiang Yuan replied coolly.

"Sire, what’s it like at the bottom of the Abyss?" Zhang Kui asked, full of curiosity.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Zhang Kui, deciding to keep this secret to himself—after all, he didn’t even know what lay beneath the Abyss.

"You have no chance of going down there anyway, so there’s no need for you to worry," Jiang Yuan answered indifferently.

Zhang Kui, hearing this, immediately dropped the matter.

Instead, he changed the subject.

"Sire, are we heading back to the barracks?"

Back? To get beaten? If the Grand Tutor finds out I went to the bottom of the Abyss, he’ll hound me until I spill the truth.

And if I don’t? He’ll beat it out of me!

Jiang Yuan didn’t look at Zhang Kui. "I don’t have that much time, nor does Great Shang. Go find Nezha," he said coolly.

With that, he picked a direction and flew off, not caring where Nezha was, just wanting to get away from the Abyss and far from Wen Zhong.

He hadn’t flown far in his chosen direction when he saw Nezha carrying his Lamborghini, looking frustrated as he flew over.

Jiang Yuan immediately understood the situation—Nezha really was a talent. He’d already used up the mileage gifted by the system?

"Tired of playing?" Jiang Yuan asked, feigning ignorance.

"Take it back," Nezha replied, somewhat disgruntled, tossing the Lamborghini to Jiang Yuan.

As it flew toward him, the Lamborghini vanished mid-air, already stored in Jiang Yuan’s system space.

"Where have you been wandering?" Jiang Yuan asked, smiling.

Nezha’s gaze flickered. "Nothing much, just wandered around. Didn’t you say we’re heading to Xiqi? Let’s go now," he replied.

Seeing Nezha’s demeanor, Jiang Yuan immediately knew the kid must have gotten into trouble. He wondered who was unlucky enough to get tangled with him.

If Nezha wouldn’t say, there was nothing he could do. Whoever Nezha had offended probably couldn’t show up to complain anyway.

Or maybe there wouldn’t be any complaints at all.

"Oh, let’s go to Xiqi," Jiang Yuan said calmly.

He then took out the Lamborghini again.

Settling into the driver’s seat, Jiang Yuan gave Nezha an inquiring look, asking if he wanted to get in.

Nezha hesitated. "This magical treasure is already broken. I don’t know why, but I hadn’t gone very far before it stopped working," he said.

"Are you sure it wasn’t far?" Jiang Yuan looked at Nezha with a hint of a smile.

Seeing Jiang Yuan expose him so quickly, Nezha gave an embarrassed, dry laugh. "Alright, I guess I did go quite a distance."

Jiang Yuan turned away from Nezha, laughing. "Don’t worry. If I say it works, it works."

"Dog system, how far are we from Xiqi?" Jiang Yuan asked silently.

"Host may connect the Tyrant Value balance to the Lamborghini for automatic charging—no need to ask the system for recharges in the future," the system answered coolly.

"Alright, do it," Jiang Yuan agreed readily.

"Ding! Binding successful. Lamborghini now has unlimited automatic recharge! Maximum travel distance: forty-two thousand li!"

Jiang Yuan felt something was off—he didn’t know how vast the world of the Great Desolation really was. Sun Wukong’s somersault covered one hundred and eight thousand li! Though that was likely an exaggeration, his Somersault Cloud didn’t consume Tyrant Value.

So this thing was that greedy for Tyrant Value?

Jiang Yuan drove the Lamborghini, half suspicious, not caring for the moment—its speed was impressive, but it really did drain Tyrant Value.

For now, he ignored the changes in his Tyrant Value, and instead smiled casually at Nezha. "Care to tell me what trouble you got into this time?"

"Who said I got into trouble?" Nezha denied stubbornly.

"You know yourself whether you did or not. Say what you will," Jiang Yuan scoffed.

Nezha gave an awkward laugh. "It’s not really trouble. I just got into a fight, didn’t win, so I ran back. On the way, I found your car wouldn’t run, so I carried it back."

Jiang Yuan was startled—who could Nezha not beat? Surely it wasn’t some ancient monster?

Since meeting Shennong, Jiang Yuan now bore a shadow in his heart, silently praying Nezha hadn’t tangled with some truly dreadful elder.

"You didn’t provoke some senior, did you?" Jiang Yuan asked anxiously.

This world was far more complex than it appeared. Just Shennong alone had shown him there were countless secrets he couldn’t yet fathom.

Nezha stared at Jiang Yuan, not answering. "Old Jiang, do you think I’m stupid?"

Jiang Yuan looked at Nezha and nodded emphatically. "A little."

"...!" Nezha hadn’t expected Jiang Yuan to admit it so quickly.

"How could I possibly provoke those old guys? Besides, it wasn’t on purpose," Nezha said confidently.

So you did provoke someone, after all, Jiang Yuan thought inwardly.

Hearing it wasn’t some ancient monster, he felt a bit more at ease.

"Who was it you picked a fight with? There are actually peers you can’t beat?" Jiang Yuan asked, curious.

"That guy said his name was Yang Jian, apparently also from the Chan Sect," Nezha recalled.

Jiang Yuan slammed on the brakes, staring wide-eyed at Nezha. "What did you say? Where is he now?!"

That’s a formidable warrior! Future big shot in the Celestial Court—if I don’t recruit him now, then when?