Zhonghai, Origin Life Science Building, the meeting hall of Professor Chen, the Demon Emperor.

The Puppet King, small and stocky, knelt at the doorway, his face the picture of defeat.

In his hands, he held a porcelain-white urn, his eyes brimming with tears.

Upon seeing the urn, Professor Cheng understood everything.

His head spun slightly, and he instinctively touched his forehead, nearly unable to stand.

Although he had anticipated the outcome, he still asked in disbelief,

"Asheng, you mean Ajun..."

The Puppet King's lips trembled, and with both hands, he slowly passed the Sorcerer Demon King's urn to Professor Chen.

Professor Chen received the urn, his body trembling, tears flickering in his eyes.

The Puppet King suddenly started kowtowing to Professor Chen.

"I'm sorry, Imperial Father, I failed to protect Ajun. I have let him down and let you down too."

Professor Chen, holding the urn of the Sorcerer Demon King, felt as though he was holding a massive boulder.

He slowly set the urn on the table, stroking his forehead, his expression mournful.

After a long moment, Professor Chen's face regained its composure.

The Puppet King kept his head on the ground, not daring to rise.

The Demon Emperor sighed, then gestured with his hand,

"Stand up and speak."

The Puppet King shakily stood up.

Professor Chen sighed faintly.

"Ajun had mastered the Supreme Witch Demon Disintegration Technique, and even if he encountered a master of the Gan Strength Super God level, he might not have been doomed."

"Tell me exactly how did Ajun die?"

The Puppet King recounted the whole event.

When Professor Chen heard that the old Taoist appeared, he immediately paid closer attention.

"Sure enough, it was a master, huh, to bully the weak, how shameless."

The trembling Puppet King said, "But the old Taoist never made a move from beginning to end."

"I attacked him, and then suffered a backlash from the spiritual force, and I passed out."

"So, I did not personally see the old Taoist make a move. I suspect it was Yang Fei who dealt the fatal blow."

Professor Chen shook his head.

"Once the Witch Demon Disintegration Technique is activated, it burns the inner core and can elevate Ajun's Martial Arts Realm directly to Half-step Fierce Energy."

"Yang Fei is merely at the Core Formation to Divine Communication level; how could he possibly kill Ajun?"

At this point, an extremely cold light flashed in Professor Chen's eyes.

"I suspect that this old Taoist is the remnant of Yinxue Tower from those years."

"If this is really the case, the Mortal World will be in chaos."

The Puppet King's eyes gleamed viciously.

"Are we just going to let them get away with killing Ajun and not seek revenge?"

Professor Chen snorted, "Of course not."

At this, his tone softened a bit,

"However, our cooperation with the people of Sang Country has reached a critical moment."

"If we get involved in these Mortal World grievances now, it will definitely attract a lot of attention."

"Even if we seek revenge for Ajun, we have to wait until this deal is done."

The Puppet King lifted his head.

"Imperial Father, Ajun and I were as close as brothers. I will take it upon myself to slay Yang Fei and that old fool, you needn't worry about it."

"Foolish!"

Professor Chen snorted, "the saying goes 'pull one hair and the whole body moves',"

"Don't cause me any more trouble. I have other plans for the revenge."

At this, his expression darkened further.

"Since the identity of the old Taoist is unclear, it's not advisable for us to act. But as for Yang Fei…"

At this, he clenched his teeth, his expression turning fierce.

"This man's growth rate has exceeded my expectations. We cannot allow him to continue."

The Puppet King was overjoyed, bowing deeply.

"So, Imperial Father and Master Miao will take action personally?"

Professor Chen slightly shook his head, a mysterious smile flickering in his gaze.

"Yang Fei killed Jingtian Sanyi. Tell me, do you think Jingtian Chuyi will let him go?"

The Puppet King stared blankly at Professor Chen, "Does the Imperial Father mean..."

Professor Chen sighed.

"Jingtian Chuyi and Jing Kongzhao are both known as Martial Saints."

"His younger brother died in Huaxia, a heavy blow to the reputation of both karate and Sang Country."

"I think he won't ignore this matter."

He coldly said, "We can use Jingtian Chuyi's hand to eliminate Yang Fei."

"Once our cooperation with the people of Sang Country is completed, it will then be Master Miao's and my turn to act, completely wiping out the remnants of Yinxue Tower."

With that, he slowly stood up, raising his arms horizontally.

"By then, the Heavenly Demon Alliance will be able to dominate the world, controlling all underground forces in the Southern Thirteen Provinces."

The Puppet King, hearing such calculations from Professor Chen, was thoroughly convinced.

"Imperial Father is wise, I will follow your lead."

Professor Chen gazed out the window at the dazzling city lights and sighed deeply.

"A storm is about to descend on the Chinese Martial Arts World; this time, I want to see how Yang Fei will cope, huh!"

Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi spent two days traveling through all eighteen natural villages of Great Desert Ancient Town.

Great Desert Ancient Town is a typical mountain village.

The eighteen natural villages are situated among various mountain ridges.

Some villages are larger, with over two hundred households, while others have only about a dozen families.

Even Liang Jiayi, filled with ambition, felt her heart cool significantly after preliminary research.

In these eighteen natural villages, ninety percent are impoverished populations.

Basic necessities like salt and cooking oil are often scarce.

The number of days each family eats meat is so few that one can count them on their fingers each month.

Outside the mountain villages, society is changing rapidly, developing swiftly.

Yet, such transformative changes seem to have no impact on these ancient villages.

Of course, it's not without any impact at all.

Many young people who go out to work bring back rare items like mobile phones and televisions.

These communication devices cause more young people to dream about the world beyond the mountains.

The dropout rate in schools is shockingly high.

Many students don't even finish elementary school. By the age of thirteen or fourteen, they follow adults to work outside.

The shortage of labor makes Great Desert Ancient Town even poorer.

Many young people, once they leave the mountains, never return to this place.

In the mountain villages, the busiest days are the market days and when the government office distributes poverty relief funds and supplies.

Almost every month, the staff of the government office distribute a sum of poverty relief funds and donated supplies as required by higher authorities.

However, such methods of poverty relief cannot truly save the poor.

Liang Jiayi, weighed down with worries, returned to the town government office with Yang Fei, looking distressed.

Yang Fei, however, was in a good mood, humming a tune as he made tea for Liang Jiayi.

Liang Jiayi sighed heavily, took a sip of tea, and coughed continuously because she choked.

Her white blouse was dampened by the tea.

Yang Fei mischievously pointed at her chest, grinning and wriggling his eyebrows.

Liang Jiayi looked down and felt a sudden jolt in her heart.

She covered her chest with one hand, feeling both embarrassed and annoyed.

"You rogue, can't you think normally for once and help me think of a solution?"

Yang Fei snapped his fingers and spread his arms.

"If you could give me a warm hug, I might be able to come up with a solution, come on."

Liang Jiayi chuckled, dodging behind.

"Who would believe you?"

Yang Fei turned around, walking away while sighing.

"If you don't believe it, forget it. I have a perfect plan, but you just won't use it."

Just as he finished speaking, Liang Jiayi wrapped her arms around him from behind.

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