“Why didn’t you ask earlier?” An Chen grumbled inwardly.
Su Xiaojiu and Hong Shan had a good relationship, so if she asked, he would definitely reply.
A moment later, Su Xiaojiu put down her tongshen jade talisman and slowly looked up.
“I asked.”
“What’s the situation?”
“In an area ten kilometers from us, someone set up a blasting Formation, directly wiping several buildings off the ground.”
“Did he say why?” An Chen pressed on.
He already knew about the buildings slated for demolition being blown up; photos had already circulated online.
“Old man Hong Shan said there were a few Kunpeng people over there, and someone self-destructed at the center of the explosion, and many Cultivators died in the explosion, but their identities are unknown, and their strength was very, very weak.”
Hong Shan had actually been paying attention to that area because many people often Cultivated together there; although those Qi Refining First Stage fellows caused relatively small disturbances to Spiritual Qi, those with lower Realms couldn't even sense it.
However, Hong Shan was, after all, very powerful. Although he spent most of his time playing cards with Su Xiaojiu, he would occasionally take some time out to stroll around.
He only needed to fly around twice in the air to roughly understand the situation of the entire city.
The information Hong Shan had might be even more than An Chen’s.
However, even though Hong Shan had been paying attention, he wasn't constantly monitoring with his Divine Sense. He only focused his attention after the Kunpeng’s actions, and the Kunpeng’s movements were too fast, so Hong Shan didn't know much about the details of this matter.
“Kunpeng? Unidentified Cultivators?”
An Chen immediately thought of the two Cultivators who had previously ambushed Zhou Limin; those two had also just stepped into Cultivation and seemed to also come from an organization.
“So, yesterday the Kunpeng went and wiped out that organization’s main base?”
To actually blow up someone’s main base into the sky, this method was too violent.
An Chen hadn't expected the Kunpeng’s assault strategy to be like this.
“It doesn’t seem so. Old man Hong Shan also said that the Formation had been in that building for a long time, as if those Cultivators themselves left it there, and it might have been those who died in the explosion who finally detonated it.”
An Chen’s brows furrowed.
He couldn’t quite understand this situation.
To actually play such a self-destructive card, but was it necessary?
Most of the Kunpeng’s current actions were still focused on apprehension, only choosing to kill particularly dangerous targets.
There was no need for those people from the criminal organization to do this.
What good would it do to blow up with the Kunpeng people?
Unless…
An Chen thought of a possibility.
He had previously overlooked the person who self-destructed in the information Hong Shan conveyed, but this person might be very important.
There might not be many people who wanted to perish together; perhaps there was only this one.
And this person was the one who detonated the Formation, wanting to die with the Kunpeng people.
That would make sense.
But the deeper reasons behind it… An Chen couldn't figure out.
At this moment, An Chen suddenly pricked up his ears and held his breath.
“Someone’s coming.”
Sure enough, two seconds later, a gentle knock sounded on An Chen’s front door.
An Chen slowly walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.
He originally thought the person would be Zhang Wei, or perhaps Ye Xinning and Hong Shan, but he didn't expect to see someone unexpected.
“Su Xiaojiu.” An Chen called out softly.
“What’s up?”
“Go back inside, don’t come out.”
Su Xiaojiu was about to ask why again, but seeing An Chen’s serious expression, she knew something had happened, so she didn't say anything more and went back to the bedroom, closing the door.
An Chen took a breath, then slowly opened his door.
“Uncle.”
The person outside the door was a man about An Chen’s height, a middle-aged man with a full, unkempt beard. His dead fish eyes drooped, making him look as if he hadn’t woken up yet.
“Hmm.”
He grunted and walked straight into the house without bothering to take off his shoes, directly surveying the living room.
His dirty shoes left a trail of footprints on the living room floor.
“Uncle.”
An Chen called out again, and the man finally raised an eyebrow and turned his head.
“What is it?”
An Chen maintained a poker face and slowly spoke:
“I’m just curious, Uncle, why did you suddenly come.”
This uncle had never taken care of him for a single day after his father’s death, only occasionally coming to his house to check on him, but that occasional might have been once a year.
Even if An Chen suddenly disappeared, this uncle would probably take a long time to notice.
The uncle was named An Miao, a full eight years younger than An Chen’s father, but his appearance was as scruffy as someone his father’s age.
An Chen disliked An Miao, even felt a bit disgusted, but this emotion couldn’t be shown on his face.
The last time An Chen saw An Miao was two months ago. This time, An Miao came to visit him again after such a short period, which made An Chen feel something was off.
“To see if you’re dead. If you’re dead, this house will be mine.” An Miao said casually, without any hesitation, turning to look at An Chen.
“How’s your health? Are you feeling unwell or anything?”
“Then I’m afraid I’ll disappoint Uncle. I’m still robust.”
An Chen still maintained his expressionless face, staring at An Miao. Perhaps feeling a bit unnerved by An Chen’s gaze, An Miao shifted his eyes.
“Alright, then I’ll just look around casually.”
An Miao walked to the table, picked up an apple from it, bit into it without thinking, and then shamelessly said:
“Not bad, you even know how to balance your nutrition recently. Why didn’t I see you buying fruit before?”
“No money. This apple I picked up from the trash can. I just washed it and was about to eat it.”
“Pfft!”
An Miao immediately spat out what was in his mouth.
In fact, An Chen had just bought it casually that morning. He couldn’t afford fruit before, but now it didn't matter.
Su Xiaojiu also loved eating this, saying that although it didn't have the magical properties of the Spiritual Fruits from Kyushu, it was sweet.
An Chen just wanted to disgust An Miao.
“If there’s nothing, please leave. I have something to do.”
An Chen no longer cared about politeness between elders and Juniors, and directly started to drive him away.
“What could a little kid like you have to do? Just homework and practice problems, right? I won’t bother you later.”
But against someone as shameless as An Miao, An Chen was helpless.
He couldn't just knock him out and throw him out, could he?
He wanted to, but he definitely couldn't do that.
“Eh?”
An Miao suddenly let out a light gasp, his gaze falling on the bathroom nearby. He slowly walked into the bathroom, and a moment later, he poked his head out again.
“Explain to me, what are these two sets of toiletries for?”
An Chen’s face instantly darkened.