Outer space, Main Helm.

The buzzing sound finally disappeared, and those annoying bugs were cleared away.

Xiao Jing's left hand floated in the air, punching hard, celebrating a partial victory.

After all, as someone who has been in outer space for many years, he had already guessed the reasons behind the mysterious appearance of those insects.

Though he suspected these insects might be related to the Earth Sea, he was helpless.

All he could do now was to drive them away.

No choice, for he is just a left hand after all.

A layer of gray ripples, like a mosquito net, brought him temporary peace. He looked at the elusive shadows outside the 'mosquito net' and felt puzzled.

He was pondering, where did these things originate from?

He first suspected the insects came from the Four Continents, but couldn't recall any sinister things like this in the Four Continents.

Not to mention he had already destroyed the passage connecting the Four Continents.

The left hand tapped on the ground. After thinking for a while, he took out the Black King Order, planning to attempt listening in on that small walnut network again.

It's not a solution to have a disconnected network.

But holding the Black King Order in his hand, he hesitated again, remembering the annoying sound no less bothersome than the buzzing.

That eerie voice selling skewered lotuses for a hundred thousand each, stepping on everyone's feet.

Though it's a bit embarrassing, Xiao Jing honestly has no idea what that is.

However, he figured that sort of interference must cost a lot.

If not burning Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, then using cultivators as fuel, consuming their True Yuan.

He believes this because he has done it before. While tinkering with the Black King Order, he used his subordinates for experimentation.

Truly exhausting.

So he didn't think the people from the Six Sects could always block it; people do get tired.

There's no logic in always guarding against thieves.

As long as he moves fast enough, he can gather useful intelligence before they react.

After a lengthy mental preparation, he finally mustered the courage to dial the communication link to the Four Continents.

Yet, the demonic sound emerged again.

He once again experienced the sensation of ants crawling on his Divine Soul.

"Skewered lotus! Skewered lotus! A hundred thousand a bunch of skewered lotus!"

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee!"

"La la la la, I'm here to step on your foot!"

Xiao Jing's left hand, "..."

Shortly after enduring this Spiritual Shock, he crushed the Black King Order in his hand.

"Crazy! The people from the Six Sects are all crazy!"

If he had no choice, compared to this insane babbling, he'd rather hear buzzing and be bitten by cow ticks.

Of course, it was just a thought.

After calming himself, the left hand, sheltered by the 'mosquito net', leaped toward another main hall.

Regarding the origin of these insects, he had another hypothesis that these insects flew out from fossilized corpses worshipped in ancient times.

This isn't impossible because similar things happened in the past.

As an outsider, despite having been in this asteroid belt composed of fossilized corpses for countless years, he still didn't fully understand many of the fossilized corpses' effects.

Because some of them never showed any unusual signs, merely drifting quietly in this lonely universe.

He needed to verify and see what went wrong.

However, as soon as he returned to the main hall, he felt something was amiss today.

The main hall seemed a bit barren.

The left hand touched the empty wall next to him, feeling the holes left when the mortise and tenon structure was forcibly pried off.

There used to be a cabinet here, filled with his beloved bottles and jars, though not magical artifacts, he would often take them out to admire for amusement.

But now they were gone.

Moreover, it wasn't just the cabinet, the large cauldron in the center of the hall, the candlestick placed in another corner, the table he often climbed over, and the plaque inscribed with Outer Celestial Palace.

As if recently robbed, all the non-magical items were stolen.

All gone.

What remained of these memories had all been stolen!

The left hand doesn't need to breathe, yet, for some reason, he felt breathless.

"Who did this? Damn it! Must be the passage! Wind-Eater Valley!"

Though unsure of what specifically happened, he was convinced it was an issue with Wind-Eater Valley.

Those insects and thieves likely came from there.

These cheap tricks seemed familiar to him.

Xiao Jing's left hand transformed into a human again, preparing to completely destroy that passage.

The core component of the passage was a Primordial worship figure named Yun Wanli.

The void between its two hands allowed the passage of people and objects, without obstruction regardless of the distance.

Years ago, Xiao Jing found the shattered fossilized corpse of Yun Wanli and placed its hands separately in outer space's Main Helm and three other places, thereby constructing this passage connecting outer space and the Four Continents.

Yun Wanli had eight hands, but he only found six.

To conserve resources, he only destroyed the Yun Wanli hands placed in the Four Continents, keeping the hands on this side intact.

These are valuable — once reassembled, they might be useful again.

Currently, the remaining Yun Wanli hands were stored by him in a building called Ascension Pavilion.

However, just as Xiao Jing was about to teleport to the Ascension Pavilion, he sensed a fierce Sword Intent slicing overhead.

Xiao Jing recoiled in fear, the sword light shattering his black robe manifestation.

Xiao Jing's heart alarm sounded, retreating naked to the window, looking towards the direction of Ascension Pavilion.

Upon seeing it, he was caught breathless again.

Because he saw Ascension Pavilion running away...

A group of red muscular mosquitoes, white dual ponytails, and crickets with red long beards were pushing the Ascension Pavilion toward Chen Qianhu's place.

Now the Ascension Pavilion was within range of Chen Qianhu's sword edge.

To retrieve it, he would have to confront Chen Qianhu.

But the problem is, he couldn't win in a one-on-one fight.

So, the only thing left is to curse them.

"Chen Qianhu! You disgrace your ancestors! A family of loyal and heroic Sword Sect, how did a thief like you come about!"

....

Wind-Eater Valley.

Zhang Ze stopped fondling Li and started on vases, fondling while mumbling.

"This vase is so beautiful, truly worthy of a royal antique! Wonderful, I'll take it back as a water cup for Maomao."

At this time, various old items cluttered around Zhang Ze, though all Mortal Grade, each held immense value in craft, artistry, and history.

Zhang Ze's plan wasn't just to transmit information; the Acquired Dao Body cultivation Dharma Method inscribed on the little bug's wings was merely a backup plan.

His real interest was in another hand of Yun Wanli.

Zhang Ze instructed the insects to act as circumstances allowed; if they could steal it, move it, then push another hand to the Sect Leader's side, ensuring Xiao Jing couldn't destroy it.

Once this step succeeded, he could let the Holy Tree expand and strengthen the damaged entrance, reopening the passage between the two locations.

By then, when the passage was restored to allow the Mahayana cultivators to pass through, a full-scale attack on Xiao Jing would commence.

To carve up that turtle son, package his entire Main Helm back home.

This plan was advancing very successfully.

The illusion of the Holy Tree on the boulder behind Zhang Ze changed colors, slowly repairing the tiny entrance.

The small entrance on the boulder had already expanded a bit.

Though it couldn't transmit people yet, transferring Mortal Grade items was no problem.

Those antiques, for instance, were brought back by the insects under the pretense of experimentation to honor their boss Zhang Ze.

In their simple understanding, their former leader Lily loved these broken items.

Thus, as the leader of their former leader, it seemed natural and proper to like these broken items too.

However, Zhang Ze actually didn't care much for these bottles and jars.

He mainly enjoyed watching Xiao Jing suffer.

While Zhang Ze was happily selecting and picking among these antiques, choosing gifts for his master and friends.

The Sect Leader's voice came from the other end of the passage.

"Quite the scheme, little rascal, you steal while I get cursed." Chen Qianhu quipped.

Hearing the Sect Leader's voice, Zhang Ze quickly put down the teacup he was preparing for his master, stood up properly, and explained with a grin.

"Accidental, it's all accidental..."

Chen Qianhu chuckled lightly.

"Alright, we can joke around later, I wish to speak with her mother and daughter for a bit."

Zhang Ze turned around, noticing Ms. Mo had already arrived behind him, holding the Junior Sister's hand.