Qin Cheng sighed, maybe it no longer mattered who he was, and it was also a kind of happiness for Poppy to forget this memory.

"I owe you one more thing. If you are in danger in the future, remember to find me." Qin Cheng said.

Poppy didn't answer. She took a deep look at Qin Cheng, walked to the top of the cliff, and then jumped.

Qin Cheng ran over and saw the poppy figure, like a butterfly, floating in the distant forest.

Qin Cheng had a hunch that the two would meet again in the secret realm sooner or later.

Hidden world, Dong family.

The grand funeral took three days, and Dong Tianjiu was buried.

"Master, Tianjiu died miserably. Even his body was destroyed by that damn Qin Cheng. You must avenge him."

Dong Tianjiu's mother, Mrs. Chang, walked into the study crying.

He happened to bump into Dong Tiancheng who had just walked out.

"Second mother, please give me my condolences." Dong Tiancheng said slowly while supporting Mrs. Chang.

"Dong Tiancheng, you are a cat crying like a mouse and pretending to be compassionate!"

Mrs. Chang threw it away. She glared and said angrily: "My son is dead. You should be the happiest, right? The position of the next head of the Dong family originally belonged to my son. Now that he is dead, you can sit back and relax."

Become the heir."

"Er Niang, you underestimate me. I have no interest in being the head of the Dong family."

Dong Tiancheng smiled coldly, cupped his hands towards his father, turned around and retreated.

Chang looked at Dong Tiancheng blankly. She suddenly felt that the eldest son of Dong's family was becoming more and more reserved. Standing in front of her, she felt a sense of inscrutability, just like facing the master.

"Master, are you really not going to avenge Tianjiu?"

Madam Chang regained her composure and cried to the head of the Dong family again.

"Revenge? How to take revenge?"

The head of the Dong family snorted coldly: "I have already made an oath in public not to cause trouble to Qin Cheng again. You want me to break the contract?"

"So what? Is your face so important?" Chang yelled angrily.

"I swear by Dao Xin, do you understand?" The head of the Dong family raised his eyebrows.

"Those are our biological flesh and blood. You just watch Qin Cheng roam free. So what if Dao Xin swears? Isn't he still inferior to his son?"

"Shut up, me!"

The head of the Dong family was so angry that he went up and gave Chang a slap in the face.

"If you hadn't indulged and doted on Tianjiu since childhood, why would this have happened?"

"And he is a dead man now, and you actually want me to sacrifice my future for a dead man." The head of the Dong family pointed at Chang and cursed.

Mrs. Chang covered her cheek blankly, not believing that the head of the Dong family would hit her one day.

"Get out." The head of the Dong family pointed at the door and yelled.

"Okay, since you won't avenge your child, then I will go to Qin Cheng to avenge you." Mrs. Chang got up from the ground. With a low hum, she walked out of the room with a sullen face.

The head of the Dong family took a deep breath and clenched his fist tightly.

"Qin Cheng. Damn outsider bastard!"

The head of the Dong family directly smashed his most beloved tea set. In his eyes, Qin Cheng was just a tiny bug that could be easily trampled to death, but now this bug actually sat on his neck and pooped.

But he could only endure it.

"Master, a little impatience will ruin a big plan. The ancient ruins of the Fantasy Beast Sect are about to be opened, and that is the top priority for us."

At this time, a sinister sound sounded.

An old man with white eyebrows walked out of the darkness of the study. He was dressed in Taoist robes and holding a fly whisk, exuding a mysterious aura.

The head of the Dong family looked at the old man and frowned.

"Master, of course I can prioritize. As long as Tiancheng gets that treasure, our Dong family will have collected three sacred artifacts, and then we will have the qualifications to open that door."

"At that time, a mere Qin city can be destroyed with a wave of hands." The head of the Dong family gritted his teeth. A trace of hatred surged through his eyes.

On the other side, Mrs. Chang walked out of the study with her face covered, followed closely by an old slave.

"Madam, what did the master say?" the old slave asked.

"Humph, that old immortal only has himself in mind and is selfish. He doesn't want to avenge Tianjiu at all." Mrs. Chang snorted coldly.

"Go outside the boundary and kill Qincheng." Chang ordered the old slave.

The old slave was suddenly sweating profusely, "Madam, although I am determined to avenge my young master, my cultivation is not enough."

"You are such a waste. A third-level Transformation Realm is actually afraid of a first-level Transformation Realm." Mrs. Dong said angrily.

The old slave bowed his head and did not dare to speak. Dong Tianjiu had lost to the third level of Transformation Realm, so how could he win?

"Madam, someone is looking for you. He said he wants to avenge Master Dong."

At this moment, a servant ran over and said, "He is already in the living room now."

"What?"

Mrs. Chang was stunned and led the old slave into the living room, where she found a man with a dark face and a face like an iron tower standing in the room.

He was tall, muscular, and had a silly look about him.

"You are the one who wants to avenge my son?"

Mr. Chang looked at the person coming with some disappointment. He didn't know this person. And he didn't look very smart.

"Yes, I am willing to kill my enemies for Master Dong." The black-faced man said in a low voice.

"What kind of cultivation are you?" The old servant frowned and said disdainfully: "I don't think you can even beat me."

He sensed it and found that this man only had a second-level cultivation level in Transformation Realm.

"Cultivation is only one aspect. Can't I beat you because my cultivation is not as good as yours?" The black-faced man frowned.

"Believe it or not, I can crush you with one finger?" The old slave sneered: "Get out of here quickly. Otherwise I will take action."

"Why do you curse? My mother said that when you curse, you have to open your mouth." The black-faced man hummed and took a few steps forward.

"Open your mouth? I'll slap you first to wake you up."

The old slave stepped forward and slapped him away.

The iron tower man looked disdainful, and his futon-like palms suddenly roared out.

Bang!

The palms of the two men collided.

The old slave's expression changed. He felt a strong force coming from the man's palm, and his bones crackled. He couldn't resist it.

The old slave fell backwards like a meteorite and smashed the screen into pieces with a roar.

But the big man just stood there, as if he had swatted a fly, with a calm demeanor.

"How much strength did you use just now?" Chang was shocked and couldn't help asking.

"It's only 10%. This man is too old. I'm afraid I'll beat him to death." The man said honestly.

"You only have 10% strength, so how terrifying is it?"

Chang's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

If this man had hit Qin Cheng with all his strength, wouldn't he have killed Qin Cheng directly?

Maybe this man can really avenge his son.

"Innate divine power."

The old slave stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of shock.

"Now, am I qualified to avenge Master Dong?" the big man asked in a loud voice.

"Yes, it's really great!" the old slave said with a bitter smile.
Chapter completed!