Transcending the Nine Heavens

Staring at the closed door, Jing Meng Hun could feel all the hatred in his heart pulsing. Recently, every mission that the Golden Horse Riders Department had undertaken had all failed in the hands of the King of Hell Chu. Amongst the four King level leaders, one had been handicapped and the other had lost his life!

They had lost as many as ten ninth grade Revered Martial Artists. Dozens of their core powers had also died! Just a few days ago, in this very room, he had been admonished like a mere servant by his opponent after saying just one sentence!

All of the sufferings were caused by this very one person!

Today, you will meet retribution!

Hatred and satisfaction filled Jing Meng Hun’s eyes. His breathing paused. Suddenly, he raised his left arm stealthily and majestically without making any noise! Everyone behind him understood and lowered their bodies immediately.

Out of a sudden, a loud bang could be heard coming from the window!

It was the sound of Yin Wu Tian forcefully blasting the window into bits and pieces.

Yin Wu Tian had made his move!

Jing Meng Hun did not falter. Instantaneously, he struck the door down with the force of thunder. Bang! The door shattered to pieces and pieces of it flew into the room.

Jing Meng Hun stepped into the room and roared viciously, "King of Hell Chu! Surrender yourself! Hahaha..."

In the room, rubble was flying everywhere and time and space seemed to have merged into one. Nothing was clear. Only a silhouette of someone facing him could be made out. This person was already in a battle-ready stance! Bam! They palmed each other. Suddenly, the person facing him yelled out in terror, "Big brother! It’s me!"

Yin Wu Tian!

Jing Meng Hun let out a shocked yelp. He waved his arm and all of the debris in the air immediately flew to the side, clearing up the room. The view of the room turned crystal clear.

Through the broken door and window, the martial experts of Golden Horse Riders Department poured into the room, emanating a menacing aura!

Jing Meng Hun gaped in disbelief, almost choking. Everyone who poured into the room also had the same expression. They all stared at a certain spot in incredulity, their mouths agape.

In that spot were the desk and chair. On the chair, was a comforter that had been rolled up. A rope had been tied at the top, making it look exactly like a neck of a person. The position of the comforter was also akin to a posture of a person who was thinking...

Other than that, there was nobody else in sight!

Jing Meng Hun whipped his head around and grabbed the neck of the unfortunate guy standing next to him. He demanded ferociously, "Where is he?"

"I am talking to you!" Jing Meng Hun raised his hand and brought it down in a tight slap. Bam! The Revered Martial Artist’s head recoiled back. Blood dripped from his mouth and a handful of teeth clattered on to the floor. He was unconscious immediately.

He could not have chosen a better time to be unconscious!

He was able to avoid answering the question that he had no answers for.

"Useless imbecile!" Jing Meng Hun screamed furiously as he tossed the Revered Martial Artist to the ground.

"There is a letter here," announced Yin Wu Tian who was standing at the side with an icy expression.

It was a very ordinary letter. On the outside of the envelope it was written: Dear Prime Minister Diwu, Chu Yang thank you!

"Chu Yang! Chu Yang!" All the blood rushed to Jing Meng Hun’s head. He gawked at the letter and hollered, "So this was King of Hell Chu! Motherf*cker!"

At that very moment, a cold voice rang out, "King level leader Jing, has this door of Heaven Reaching Tower done anything against you? You have broken it to pieces. Is your hatred really that great?"

Jing Meng Hun swivelled around towards the sound of the voice. At the door, was a very fat man, standing there and watching him coldly.

His usual money-making demeanor was gone. Instead, it was replaced by something that was about to flare up!

Du Fa Cai, the manager of Heaven Reaching Tower!

"Manager Du? I have nothing against you people. However, this person staying at Heaven Reaching Tower is an Iron Cloud spy! Not only that, he is my mortal enemy!" Jing Meng Hun said gravely, "Manager Du, you owe me an explanation!"

"Explanation? Hahaha..." Du Fa Cai bellowed sarcastically, "Jing Meng Hun, you, of all people, should understand this! Heaven Reaching Tower does not belong to Great Zhao! Don’t even bother saying anything about Iron Cloud spies. Even someone who murdered your father or stole your wife would be welcomed here as long as he has gold and silver! I don’t need to explain anything to you. On the contrary, my Heaven Reaching Tower requires an explanation from you!"

"Even Golden Horse Riders Department... is not entitled to causing trouble here!" Du Fa Cai sneered coldly, "Even your boss... Diwu Qing Rou... does not have the right to do this!"

Du Fa Cai’s eyes flashed dangerously as he stared at Jing Meng Hun in a self-assured manner.

In the blink of an eye, Jing Meng Hun’s expression changed. He had just realized that the person in front of him was not someone he could push around.

This was a Bamboo person!

He was someone who was the greatest dark force in Middle Three Heavens. If he got into their bad books and angered Jun Xi Zhu, the insane woman, she would willingly bring all of the dark forces in Middle Three Heavens down to Lower Three Heavens for training

Being the leader of the dark forces, the Dark Bamboo does not care much about rules. She never allowed rules to dictate what she did!

Hence, out of all of the powers in Middle Three Heavens, only Dark Bamboo’s forces was able to come down to Lower Three Heavens to make money.

The reason was simple: Who has ever seen gangsters abide the law?

It was lucky that they were only here for the money. If they had other things in mind, the consequences would be unthinkable.

Elsewhere, Diwu Qing Rou was sitting in his manor. Gao Sheng was facing him.

Ever since the great clans of Middle Three Heavens had entered the Continent Center, Gao Sheng had become like a hermit. If he had to go outside, he would cover his face. Even his servants had to cover their faces.

He could not let anyone recognize him.

The eldest young master Gao was bearing a huge burden! It was Gao Sheng’s nightmare. While that nightmare had yet to surface, Gao Sheng did not dare make a mistake.

How unlucky! Gao Sheng had lamented to himself endlessly.

Every time he thought of that Miss Hu Yan, a bitter taste entered young master Gao’s mouth. It felt like he had just swallowed something nasty and made him want to puke.

"Prime Minister, will they be able to capture King of Hell Chu in this mission?" enquired Gao Sheng.

"As of now, we are only able to say that young master Chu is a fake, we are unable to say that he is King of Hell Chu." responded Diwu Qing Rou calmly. "Before King level leader Jing returns, anything is possible."

"This mission has been carefully planned and executed. With such a powerful turnout, do you still think that something unexpected could happen?" Gao Sheng asked in surprise. From his point of view, the mission was flawless.

King of Hell Chu would not even be able to escape, even if he could fly!

"Whenever you set out to do something, you have to put in all your effort. You have to do it using the best possible method and lower your expectations at the same time. You must give it your all and look for any loopholes in your method..." announced Diwu Qing Rou in a somber tone. "By doing this, you would have the opportunity to reap what you sow! Even if you succeed as you expected, you will still feel a sense of satisfaction and achievement!"

"Arrogance or overconfidence may lead to your demise. The failure would also cause an unbearable shock to your psyche!"

Diwu Qing Rou bore his gaze into Gao Sheng and insisted, "Gao Sheng, you must keep in mind what I just told you."

Gao Sheng became pensive, nodded his head and muttered the advice under his breath.

"In all of history, numerous great leaders got to experience the shock of failure! However, at that point in time, in front of everyone, they could not let the shock defeat them. Things were falling apart right before their eyes and they were not expecting it. Yet, even before those heroic leaders could recover from the shock, their troops had failed and their entire campaigns were lost! Do you know why?"

"They had too high of an expectation? They were too confident?" Gao Sheng guessed.

"Yes and no," answered Diwu Qing Rou. "It is because they caused themselves to fail! They believed that victory was within their grasp. Perhaps when they were planning their battle, they were planning their victory as well... But the moment of failure is the most dangerous! At that moment, failure was destructive!"

"Throughout history, there were many such battles. The later generations have studied and analyzed these battles, but they still could not find any answers. No matter how they see it, failure was not possible! But it still happened. Battle strategists dubbed these the mystery cases. However, they failed to see one thing: those leaders’ minds were muddled, their arrogance caused themselves to fail. Any decisions they made were wrong! Failure was inevitable!"

"I do not want to fail this time!" Diwu Qing Rou said casually, "So that is why I never think about succeeding!"

"I understand!" responded a convince Gao Sheng.

The moment right before success was also the moment people were most vulnerable. If they had to encounter the trauma of failure...

Diwu Qing Rou mentioned that that was the moment when it would be most difficult to control one’s mental state!

"I want you to traverse Middle Three Heavens later, this will be of utmost importance to you," Diwu Qing Rou announced slowly.

"Yes."

Just then, a servant arrived and reported, "Prime Minister, General Manager Lu from the royal palace is here with a royal decree."

"Royal decree?" Diwu Qing Rou frowned. These words were very unfamiliar. Even when His Majesty took him into his trust, to when he fell under suspicion, to when His Majesty became guarded against him, and finally to when His Majesty hated him... He had never received any royal decree.

Why would a royal decree come at such a time?

"Let him in!" commanded Diwu Qing Rou.

As soon as he said that, general manager Lu Ren Jia wobbled in, his face etched with displeasure.

When one received a royal decree, one had to be in the middle of the main hall. All the young and old had to kneel and bow in reverence.

Right now, Diwu Qing Rou was actually receiving the royal decree in his study?

General manager Lu was annoyed.

"The royal decree is here... Diwu Qing Rou, receive the royal decree!" Lu Ren Jia raised his head and announced loudly to Diwu Qing Rou.