Chapter 1049: A Full Bowl Of Toxic Chicken Soup

"What's going on again today?"

Fang Zaowu looked around, his eyes blazing with anger.

Lately, he had been preoccupied with designing a car engine, so busy that he wished he had four hands. He didn’t even dare waste time while riding the spirit boat.

He had planned to use the time while transporting waterproof materials for his junior brother Xiao to focus on refining his design sketches.

But no, someone had to disturb him.

Fang Zaowu’s train of thought was completely disrupted, and his eyes turned icy cold, sharp enough to cut like a blade!

"Which idiot is making all this noise?!"

The laborers on the spirit boat didn’t dare respond, only awkwardly pointing toward the sky.

Before Fang Zaowu could even look up, a thunderous voice echoed from above.

"How dare you disrespect me!"

Frowning, he glanced up and saw an old man and a young man standing calmly in mid-air.

The old man looked to be around fifty, with streaks of white in his hair.

The younger one appeared to be in his early twenties, with a pretty-boy face.

Not only did they look somewhat alike, but they also shared the same pretentious demeanor, acting all high and mighty, barking orders from above.

Just when Fang Zaowu had finally gotten some ideas flowing, these two clowns had to interrupt.

Furious, Fang Zaowu cursed them out, his mastery of profanity coming naturally!

"Where did these two idiots come from? Got nothing better to do than play at being bandits? Get lost! Damn it, go play house somewhere else!"

He couldn’t be bothered to look at their faces any longer and simply waved his sleeve.

Before the father and son could react, they were caught in a whirlwind!

In the next moment, the sound of wind echoed through the sky.

"Whoosh!"

Two figures were swept away by the gale, turning into shooting stars once again.

The whole scene was as simple as swatting flies, leaving only a dazzling arc as they flew off toward the horizon, like some bizarre spectacle...

The spirit boat resumed its journey, and no one paid any attention to the minor incident.

Thousands of miles away.

Two streaks of light plummeted into a long river, sending waves splashing hundreds of feet high!

"Plop!!!"

The father and son plunged into the water, sinking several feet into the muddy riverbed. The terrifying force gradually dissipated, allowing them to finally stop and resurface, their faces filled with horror.

Another splash of water.

The two figures landed on the riverbank, completely soaked, their pale faces even more terrified than drowned rats.

Xiong Zhong felt his internal energy churning, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his face a mix of shock and confusion.

His eyes, filled with anger, turned to his father.

"Dad!"

"Didn’t you say there were no more experts? What the hell was that?!"

Xiong Fen’s face was ashen, ignoring the filth covering his body, his wide eyes filled with shame and fury.

"Are you questioning your father?"

His deep voice thundered, stirring up a gust of wind around them.

Xiong Zhong was startled, his eyes showing a mix of fear and respect as he lowered his head.

"I wouldn’t dare..."

"But this... this is just too strange!"

"Dad, you said yourself that there shouldn’t be many experts on Yunxing, so why do we keep running into them? One failure after another, are we really this unlucky?"

"You said bad luck turns to good, but when is it going to turn?!"

Xiong Fen didn’t scold him, instead falling into deep thought, because the situation was indeed a bit odd.

No matter how he thought about it, the barren planet Yunxing couldn’t possibly have so many experts. Otherwise, the ancient corridor wouldn’t have been sealed for a hundred thousand years, and the Moon God Pavilion wouldn’t have needed to send reinforcements back then.

The only explanation for their repeated failures was...

Although there were only a handful of experts, they just happened to run into them. They were simply that unlucky!

Xiong Fen’s eyes grew profound, filled with the seasoned wisdom of experience.

"Perhaps our luck is just a bit off."

He then tried to comfort his son.

"Son, in life, eight or nine out of ten things don’t go as planned. Failing once or twice is completely normal. Although Yunxing has few experts, and we’ve already run into two of them, our luck really is terrible. But from now on, we definitely won’t run into any more."

"After all, there can’t be more than a handful of experts on Yunxing. We’ve already met two, so there’s no way we’ll run into another."

"Three strikes and you’re out. The divine weapon and the beauty are right in front of us. Are you really going to give up on such a treasure just because of two failures?"

"You need to stay determined and push forward! Not just this time, but in your future cultivation as well!"

His words were filled with unwavering resolve, and Xiong Zhong felt his blood boiling with inspiration.

A full pot of motivational chicken soup!

He could almost see the future he dreamed of, not only with the long-desired Qing Yin Xianyun but also the path to becoming a ruler who looked down upon all living beings!

As he pondered his father’s words, they seemed more and more profound.

Yunxing was a backward, isolated planet. At most, there were only a few experts. They’d already run into two; surely they wouldn’t run into another?

The more he thought about it, the more determined he became. Xiong Zhong gritted his teeth!

"Dad, you’re absolutely right. We can’t give up now!"

"Three strikes and we’re out. We won’t stay this unlucky forever!"

"At most, from now on, we’ll observe our enemies a bit longer before making a move."

Hearing his son’s newfound maturity, Xiong Fen felt a sense of relief and pride.

"Good, good!"

"Every setback is a lesson. If you can approach your enemies with such caution, your mindset has truly improved. With the divine weapon in hand, you’ll surely reach new heights!"

Despite their recent misfortunes, the father and son felt a renewed sense of vigor.

They regrouped and soared through the void once more!

Within moments, they passed over a valley and noticed some Yunxing natives battling a few scattered demonic creatures.

At a glance.

The Yunxing natives were all mediocre in cultivation, nothing more than insignificant ants.

The demonic creatures were also weak, mere mindless puppets.

The battle looked fierce, but from their vantage point, it was nothing more than chickens pecking at each other. After a few glances, they lost all interest and didn’t even feel like showing themselves.

Normally, the father and son wouldn’t have paid these people any attention, as there was likely nothing of value here.

But Xiong Zhong felt a slight curiosity.

"Dad, why don’t we ask these people for some information? We can get a better sense of Yunxing’s situation, and maybe grab a few treasures along the way. It doesn’t matter if the treasures are good or not; it’s more about getting a bit of good luck?"

After their string of failures, Xiong Fen nodded slightly.

"Hmm, that’s not a bad idea."

No wonder they were starting to rely on superstition—they were just so unlucky. Even if the people below were mere ants, gathering some information to regain their confidence and maybe snagging a bit of spiritual compensation wasn’t a bad idea.

The father and son quickly made their decision and descended from the sky.

But before they even touched the ground, they noticed a spirit boat speeding in the distance, moving like a streak of light, so fast it was startling!

That unusual speed felt somewhat familiar...

They quietly extended their spiritual senses.

In an instant, the father and son froze, their faces tightening!

A moment later.

The spirit boat appeared in the sky, and standing at its forefront was none other than Fang Zaowu!

Frozen in mid-air above the battlefield, the father and son were paralyzed by the sight of him. The terrifying memory of being flung into the river came rushing back, hitting them like a bolt of lightning!

"How is it him again?"

"It’s him! He’s the one who threw us into the river! How did we run into him again?!"

The father and son exchanged grave looks, feeling trapped between a rock and a hard place.

They never expected to run into this Yunxing expert again.

This... this was just too unlucky!

Before they could decide what to do, another streak of light shot toward the spirit boat.

A figure resembling a war god, with long flowing hair and a dagger in hand.

The newcomer was none other than Xiao Zhan.

Just the sight of that sharp dagger filled the father and son with overwhelming terror. Even Xiong Fen, a seasoned elder of the Moon God Pavilion, was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out of his head!

Crap.

They’d run into another one.