I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

The ancient walls surrounding the area seemed badly weathered, as if they had stood for eons.

“The Elder is in the courtyard, please follow me,” Lou Hai gestured.

Pei Jinye stepped forward to follow.

…

Seeing the Faceless Elder again, the man who now wore loose garments instead of a western suit still had the same Ghost Face Mask on his face.

“Sit.”

The Faceless Elder, sitting by a pond in the courtyard, beckoned to Pei Jinye.

Lou Hai bowed and stepped back, his heart filled with envy for the Elder’s attitude toward Pei Jinye.

“Elder.”

“Did my sudden summons interfere with your affairs?” the Faceless Elder maintained his elegant fishing posture.

“Everything has been arranged,” Pei Jinye, sitting to one side, noticed that the pond was another world unto itself.

Though it looked like a mere ten square meters from the outside, once up close it appeared bottomless, almost like a miniature sea.

The Faceless Elder murmured, “404 years are drawing ever closer; do you have any plans?”

Pei Jinye mulled over these words.

In this timeline, the communication between the Elder and him did not involve the initial “heart-to-heart” talk, and the ominous phrases about “404 years, the divination is extremely inauspicious” had not been mentioned to Pei Jinye at all.

Pei Jinye speculated that his actions had somewhat “slightly” exceeded the Elder’s expectations, making him somewhat “cautious.”

However, regarding the Elder’s current inquiry, Pei Jinye answered appropriately, “Taking one step at a time, does the Elder have any guidance?”

“There’s no guidance to speak of,” the Faceless Elder shook his head, slowly saying, “Regarding the Old Gods Association… the world thinks we are a clan of ruthless killers, the Big Demon Heads, but that’s not true. In terms of malevolence, we don’t even make up one percent of the Federation’s.

We beings all follow God’s guidance, like the plants and flowers in this courtyard, everything has its measure. But there are always accidents in this world, aren’t there?”

He turned his head to look at Pei Jinye.

Pei Jinye simply nodded slightly, as if ignorant of worldly affairs.

The Faceless Elder did not mind, and as he withdrew his gaze, he said softly, “I asked you to come here to kill a person.”

Kill someone?

Pei Jinye silently raised his head to look.

Though the Faceless Elder wasn’t looking at him, he seemed to see through Pei Jinye’s confusion, speaking in a low voice, “There are three alliances and nine associations in the Western Continent, of which the Western Fire League has the worst relations with our Old Gods Association. We’ve received word that they plan to launch several assassinations against us soon, and their leader’s youngest son will be involved. I want you to kill him.”

“Okay,” Pei Jinye answered succinctly.

“I’ve always admired your straight-to-the-point approach,” the Faceless Elder’s tone lightened with a hint of laughter, “Don’t worry, I will personally provide support for you.”

Pei Jinye was somewhat surprised.

It seemed he hadn’t expected the Elder to be willing to take action personally.

However, the Faceless Elder did not answer his question, instead, he reeled in a thirty-pound big red fish with dragon-like whiskers.

The Elder simply laughed heartily and chose to release the big fish back into the pond.

The Elder stood up and softly said, “Since you didn’t bring out the Jiang family’s sword, I’ll lend you this one for the time being.”

A pitch-black sword was drawn from the pond by the Elder using a line of fish silk, and Pei Jinye received it with both hands.

With the unsheathing of the sword, a burst of coldness erupted.

“A fine sword.”

“Its name is Demon Abyss; it thirsts for human blood,” the Faceless Elder nodded slowly, “I have already prepared all the information on Luo Jinhua for you; he must die.”

“Okay!”

Pei Jinye agreed and then turned around to leave.

Someone was already waiting to provide the details on Luo Jinhua, the youngest son of the Western Fire League leader.

Watching Pei Jinye depart,

the Faceless Elder stood still, deep in thought.

Suddenly, a pair of a man and woman dressed in gold and silver appeared at his side, their faces identical.

“Elder, everything is ready,” they reported.

The Faceless Elder stroked a jade ring in his hand,

slowly raising his head to look at the gloomy sky, he murmured softly.

“This time, the Demon King of my Old Gods Association will not be tied to the pond. It is time for him to carve out a reputation across the starry sea,”

and then withdrew his gaze.

He spoke concisely, “Kill all the scouts in the vicinity.”

“Yes.”

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…

Yellow sand swirled through the hills.

The mask on Pei Jinye’s face seemed to embody a silent, intensified murderous intent.

The Faceless Elder had sent him to kill.

And he had come.

Opting against a stealthy attack, he and his followers boldly stood in the path of Luo Jinhua’s motorcade.

He understood the Elder’s meaning;

the other side intended for him to reveal himself as their card and, under the name of the Demon King, hold down the challenge from the Old Gods Association, using the head of the Western Fire League’s youngest leader to show the world that the disciples of the Old Gods Association had begun their march.

Therefore, this battle had to be fought openly and honorably!

“An envoy of the Old Gods Association?” Luo Jinhua stood in front of his carriage, looking at the mask on Pei Jinye’s face with interest.

“You have a lot of nerve and arrogance. Since you sought me out, you must know my status. Shame, I don’t know your name, nor do I care to.”

Pei Jinye, holding the Demon Abyss, did not react to Luo Jinhua’s insolence; his eyes looked as if they were staring at a dead man.

The data showed…

Luo Jinhua’s cultivation was at the Middle Three Realm, having undergone the Third Blood Refining.

His transcendence was that of Earth Element control.

“Kill all his guards,” ordered Pei Jinye in a frosty voice.

Those behind him sprang into action, far surpassing the strength of the Jiang family’s dead soldiers.

Luo Jinhua narrowed his eyes, “Quite the bold statement!”

He raised his hand, as if lifting something in the air.

The soil and sand before him began to crack under his control.

But in an instant,

with a clang,

Pei Jinye’s sword left its sheath.

Since he had obtained the “Celestial Human Swordsmanship” from Lord Lotus Island, a sword immortal senior, he had yet to find an opportunity to use it.

And he wasn’t afraid to use it.

Because his publicly known identity had never employed this sword technique.

When the terrifying sword intent congealed, the Demon Abyss sword in his hand trembled wildly.

Almost instantly.

Pei Jinye’s sword had already stabbed towards Luo Jinhua.

As Luo Jinhua brought his hands together in front of him,

a massive earthen wall coalesced.

In the void, it seemed as though countless earth spikes were piercing through the air, aiming to skewer Pei Jinye like a hedgehog.

Except they didn’t even come close before the terrifing sword intent emitted by Pei Jinye shattered them to dust.

A fierce sonic explosion almost shattering the eardrums appeared beside Luo Jinhua’s ear, and he suddenly widened his eyes in shock.

It seemed he had never imagined such a scene.

The next second.

There was a “bang”.

Before he could take his next stance, or even properly raise his hand, an irresistible tremendous force had already erupted from his chest, sending his body flying sideways, his blood spraying as he crashed into a hillock ten meters away.

“Young Master!”

The elder behind yelled out in anger, flapping his hands as he rushed forward.

But Pei Jinye’s sword was faster.

With a “swoosh”, a head flew into the air.

Blood gushed like a fountain.

Even causing the accompanying Old Gods Association’s Dead Soldiers to freeze for a moment.

“Leave these trash to you.”

After dropping this remark, Pei Jinye tapped the ground with his toes, and vanished from the spot.

Luo Jinhua lay writhing like a dead dog, Pei Jinye’s foot pressing down on that delicate face as he let out a low growl.

“Who… are you!”

“You think you are worthy to know who I am?”

Pei Jinye looked on with cold eyes, narrowed his own, and considering the Faceless elder might be nearby, he ultimately abandoned the thought of devouring and, with tears in his eyes, swung his sword down fiercely.

“Puchi!”

A head fell to the ground.

It was done in one fell swoop!

At the same time.

A powerful aura surged into the sky from afar!

…

The tea in the Faceless elder’s hand had not yet cooled when he received news of Pei Jinye’s success. Even with his vast experience, he felt some doubt and confusion at this moment.

He silently drank the tea in his cup.

When the Faceless elder rose to his feet again, his aura was fully unleashed.

“My disciples of the Old Gods Association, who dares to kill!”

…

The emissary from the Western Fire League threw a strong punch from a kilometer away, and in a flash, it landed on Pei Jinye.

Pei Jinye raised his sword to block it.

He was struck and sent flying like a cannonball.

“Boom!”

Seventy meters away, dust and smoke billowed.

The emissary, dressed in a wide red martial robe and over thirty years of age with reddish brows and eyes, looked like an angry lion. He glanced down at Luo Jinhua’s corpse while his aura climbed steadily.

“You dare to kill my brother!”

Two of the Old Gods Association’s Dead Soldiers charged at him immediately.

But Luo Jinhua’s arms suddenly flared open; with a slam, the sleeves ballooned like inflated balloons, reverberated like twin dragons soaring into the sky.

“Crack—Bang!”

Almost instantly, the grating sound of bones breaking erupted. The two Dead Soldiers who had charged forward were violently smashed into mists of blood.

Two half-bodies tumbled out of the mist, thrown backwards.

Luo Jinhua abruptly looked up.

Seventy meters away in the dust, a figure stood unscathed, holding a sword.

“You’re not bad, state your name!”

Pei Jinye’s gaze remained calm.

He stomped his foot.

With a thunderous sound, the earth split open.

He showed no intention of responding to Luo Jinhua. From the fierce stomp that erupted from his feet, terrifying sword intent swirled around him.

Under his overwhelmingly non-human physical strength, Pei Jinye’s body brutally crushed the air around him, carrying with it rolling currents of force.

In almost an instant, he covered the seventy-meter distance, and amid the screeching tear of the air, he slashed his sword down at Luo Jinhua.

The whole area seemed unable to bear the strain, as winds whipped up grains of sand and soil.

In the face of this domineering strike, Luo Jinhua felt his hair stand on end, a sense of unprecedented danger rising in his heart. He had no time to ponder the identity of his attacker and clasped his hands together.

He threw out a punch with a thunderous bang.

“Bang!”

The next second.

The center where the two clashed seemed to set off a chain of explosions equivalent to tens of tons of explosives, the agitated air rippling out in waves like the surface of water.

Accompanied by the loud sound.

Luo Jinhua’s figure was shot backwards, disappearing from the sight of many as if he had never been there.

And in almost an instant.

The mysterious swordsman wearing the Ghost Face Mask too vanished from the spot.

A sword’s edge three feet long, divine in its might!

With one slash, paths of life and death obliterated!

…

“Kill your brother? I’ll take you down with him!”