After divorcing my celebrity wife, I became the world's richest person-Chapter 542 Minor Dialects

Chen Yu’s face was full of gloom. Why were these people, who were already Sect Leaders of various Daoist factions, still so competitive?

He didn’t want to get entangled any further and immediately gathered a large cluster of electric light in his hands and released it.

Unexpectedly, when Ouyang Shan’s sword came into contact with the electric light, it emitted a strange glow and directly absorbed the electricity.

Chen Yu then realized that the sword seemed to be made of some sort of magnet.

"Haha! Chen Yu, I’ve long mastered your abilities—you just rely on your supernatural power to release lightning. My sword is specially crafted to counteract your electricity."

Ouyang Shan was wildly arrogant, and he drew another short sword from his body.

The two weapons were made of the same material, seemingly crafted especially to deal with Chen Yu.

Chen Yu immediately retreated a few steps to dodge Ouyang Shan’s long sword and then, with a flicker, appeared at Ouyang Shan’s side, raising his hand to chop fiercely at his neck.

The powerful blow knocked Ouyang Shan out cold!

The many elders present from Xuanqing Sect seemed to have anticipated this outcome, simply intoned "Immeasurable Heaven’s Honor," and had people carry Ouyang Shan away.

Chen Yu sighed helplessly and walked to the center of the Hall of the Three Pure Ones.

"I announce that from now on, Xuanqing Sect will enter a state of mountain seal; apart from our own sect members, no one is allowed to enter or leave at will."

Not a single person opposed his command, and they immediately went down to prepare.

It wasn’t that Chen Yu was afraid of challenges; it’s just that such endless challenges would be unbearable for anyone.

After making some arrangements, Chen Yu went to the mountainside.

This place was the boundary between the inner and outer gates of Xuanqing Sect. He planned to set up a checkpoint here to conduct strict inspections. From now on, even people from the outer gate would not be allowed to ascend the mountain without cause.

"I heard the mountain is going to be sealed. Does that mean even I won’t be able to go up there in the future?"

Jin Lingsu suddenly appeared behind Chen Yu, her face expressing a touch of wistfulness.

Chen Yu patted his head; there were many people like Jin Lingsu within Xuanqing Sect.

They were not from Xuanqing Sect but had close relationships with it. Surely they couldn’t just keep all these people outside the mountain gate.

"There’s always an exception to the rule. In a few days, I’ll have some Tokens made, and I’ll give you one then!"

Jin Lingsu chuckled lightly, not making a big deal out of it, and casually took out an invitation letter from her clothes.

"Aren’t those Daoists quite annoying? If you want to avoid them, you can go here to have some fun."

Chen Yu was momentarily stunned when he saw the invitation.

The location indicated on it was at the heart of the Sahara Desert, a place known as the Corner of Death. Anyone who entered rarely came out alive.

"Are you sure you’re inviting me to relax?"

Jin Lingsu nodded: "There’s a sand cave there. I visited it five years ago; it’s truly a unique den of iniquity in this world. I guarantee you’ll linger and forget to return."

Chen Yu pocketed the invitation. Right now, he indeed needed to find a quiet place to rest and recover for a while.

A place deep in the desert like this seemed like a good choice.

"Oh, right. Tong Ya and Tuan Tuan are still at Sacred Mountain. I need to send them back to the imperial capital!"

"Don’t worry," Jin Lingsu patted Chen Yu’s shoulder. "Sacred Mountain has sent several experts to personally escort your wife and child back, and they’ve also promised to protect Tong Group’s business."

Chen Yu was surprised; he hadn’t expected Sacred Mountain to go to such lengths.

Jin Lingsu then took out another invitation.

"Alright, let’s get going quickly, or else someone else will come up looking to duel with you!"

Chen Yu sighed helplessly and hurried with Jin Lingsu to the airport.

The Sahara Desert is not only the largest desert in the world but also home to the most death zones.

The quicksand and bizarre magnetic fields that infest the area have snatched away countless lives, and the very mention of it changes many a face.

Yet every year, numerous expeditions travel from afar to tackle these extreme conditions.

However, a significant number of these people come for the legend of treasures said to be hidden within the desert.

Outside the Giza Airport at a car rental, Chen Yu and Jin Lingsu were picking out a vehicle.

To cross the desert, they needed a specially modified vehicle.

But within dozens of miles, this was the only rental that could provide such modified vehicles.

"I’ve told you two already, the price I’m offering is definitely the most reasonable, and our vehicles have a very good reputation!"

The owner rattled on about his cars in the local dialect.

Jin Lingsu stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to bargain with the other party.

Catching the language barrier, the owner simply wrote down the price on a blackboard, and told them there would be no bargaining.

"Boss, aren’t you being a bit unreasonable? Are you taking advantage of us because we’re from out of town?"

Chen Yu suddenly spoke the local dialect fluently, startling the owner, and even Jin Lingsu couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

This dialect was known as one of the most difficult languages in the world, and few could master it; a foreigner like Chen Yu who spoke it so authentically was unheard of.

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"Sir, you didn’t grow up around here, did you?"

The owner grabbed Chen Yu’s hand as if he had encountered a fellow townsman, shaking it vigorously.

"Let’s talk about the car," Chen Yu withdrew his hand and walked over to a very imposing desert off-road vehicle.

"This vehicle, don’t talk to me about a deposit or rental fee, I’ll buy it outright. Give me a reasonable price."

The owner hesitated.

The car in front of him was the best-modified vehicle in his shop; he had intended to keep it there to fleece a few unsuspecting foreigners for a hefty sum.

But he had not expected Chen Yu to speak their language, and so fluently at that.

The locals had an inexplicable faith in their language; anyone who could speak it was treated like family.

"Well then, I won’t ask for much, give me four million and it’s yours!"

Without much ado, Chen Yu pulled out a bank draft and handed it over.

The owner quickly pushed the keys to Chen Yu.

"Friend, you must come back to my place after you leave the desert. I’ll treat you to a drink."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with them, Chen Yu drove off in the vehicle.

All the way, Jin Lingsu stared at Chen Yu with a look of surprise.

"I never would have thought that you could even speak such a niche language!"

Chen Yu shifted the steering wheel, "I just have an interest in languages and such."

As they were talking, a modified truck suddenly burst out from the side of the road, followed by several cars, blocking the narrow road completely tight.