Yang Tian used Nuwa’s Cloning skill and directly cloned a Mad Tiger.

But this Mad Tiger could actually devour Chiyou’s Divine Breath and grow stronger from it.

The Mad Tiger that the middle-aged man formed by running Chiyou Divine Technique was also devoured.

Roar!

The Mad Tiger let out a deafening roar.

Li Zheng’s face went pale as he ran for his life toward the exit.

"Trying to run?"

Yang Tian patted the Mad Tiger.

The Mad Tiger roared and shot forward at high speed.

"Yang Tian, stop, Li Zheng can’t die. If he dies, there’ll be no one to inherit the position of Li Clan Leader."

Li Da’s anxious voice rang out.

Yang Tian grunted an "oh," snapped his fingers, and the Mad Tiger immediately flew back, obediently snuggling at Yang Tian’s side.

Li Zheng, who was running away, saw that Yang Tian wasn’t chasing to kill him and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes were full of vicious light: "Yang Tian, you killed Director Ling. His grandpa will never let you go. Didn’t you say Director Ling’s grandpa is the only one who can match you? Fine, I’ll go invite him here right now!"

At this moment, Yang Tian had no idea that after he let Li Zheng go, Li Zheng not only felt no gratitude.

On the contrary, Li Zheng even wanted to bring someone over to deal with him.

"Yang Tian, this tiger..."

Li Da glanced at the tiger at Yang Tian’s feet, somewhat wary.

The tiger opened its bloody maw and gave a low growl, scaring Li Da into stepping back.

Yang Tian patted the tiger’s head, signaling it not to mess around: "This Mad Tiger is that middle-aged man’s Divine Martial Arts, normally just a Divine Breath in Illusion form."

"Divine Breath in Illusion form?" A hint of doubt flashed in Li Da’s eyes. "I heard this is Chiyou’s Divine Martial Arts. You refining this tiger, won’t it attract Chiyou’s attention?"

"Chiyou is a Celestial God of the Divine Luo Sect. How could he possibly notice a small fry like me? At most, his disciples might come to kill me. But this Mad Tiger can devour Chiyou Divine Technique."

Yang Tian said.

Li Da nodded, paused, then couldn’t help asking, "Right, just now that middle-aged man said your Divine Technique is extremely mysterious. Yang Tian, what exactly are you?"

"Who I am isn’t necessary to say."

Yang Tian said faintly.

Li Da could tell Yang Tian was displeased. This Yang Tian, who could make the four elders of the Li Family obey him respectfully, was definitely a big shot.

But Yang Tian truly wanted to save Li Min from the bottom of his heart, so Li Da didn’t press further.

"Yang Tian, do you have time? Come with me to burn some incense for Min’s mother."

Li Da said.

"Okay."

Yang Tian nodded.

Right away, the two of them went to a nearby station, boarded an airship flight, and arrived at a cemetery in the suburbs.

Several hills nearby were all covered with tombstones.

Although Li Feng was from the Li Family, she had betrayed the Li Family. After death, she couldn’t be buried in the ancestral shrine and could only be buried in this public cemetery area.

Yang Tian and Li Da arrived at the cemetery, went straight to Area C, and were about to burn incense for Li Feng.

But, to their shock, Li Feng’s tombstone had already been destroyed. A big hole had been broken open underneath, and the ashes inside were gone.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ah Da’s face turned furious.

He immediately called over a staff member and pointed at the ruined tombstone: "What the fuck is this? Didn’t the Li Family pay you to maintain this place? How the hell did you let someone dig up the grave?!"

That staff member was an old man, already advanced in years.

He squinted through his presbyopic glasses and carefully looked at Li Da, suddenly recognizing him as the young man who had come to build the tombstone back then: "Sir, twenty years no see, you’ve become a middle-aged uncle yourself... We do regularly maintain this tombstone. It’s just that a few years ago, a bolt of Celestial Thunder suddenly struck down, and the ashes inside were all blasted away..."

"Celestial Thunder?"

Li Da’s face grew even darker with rage as he was about to explode.

But Yang Tian waved his hand to signal Li Da not to get angry. He reached into the grave pit and grabbed a handful of soil, then suddenly said, "Something’s off. In here, I can feel a powerful Divine Breath. It’s only a remnant, but I’m sure this is Chiyou’s Divine Breath!"

"Chiyou’s Divine Breath?" Li Da froze. "You mean it was Director Ling who did this?"

"Maybe."

Yang Tian was puzzled as well.

He just had a vague bad premonition that this matter was definitely not that simple.

But for now, he didn’t say more. Instead he said, "Li, let’s go back."

"Sigh..."

Li Da let out a sigh, lit a few sticks of incense at the ruined tombstone, tidied up a bit, and then went down the mountain.

As Yang Tian and Li Da left the cemetery, Yang Tian suddenly felt a Divine Sense watching him. His brows knit together as he tried to trace it back, but the other party’s Divine Sense vanished in an instant.

As if nothing had happened.

"What’s going on?"

Yang Tian frowned.

He felt there was some sacred figure involved in this.

Probably related to the destruction of Li Feng’s tombstone.

"Yang Tian, what’s wrong?"

Li Da asked suspiciously.

"Nothing. Let’s go back."

Yang Tian and Li Da took an airship flight back to the hotel where they were staying. Just as they got off the airship, they heard a sports car stop in front, and a young man and two women stepped out.

Seeing this young man, Li Da frowned: "Wu Zhantian? No, Wu Zhantian isn’t this young. This should be Wu Zhantian’s son!"

"Oh? The Wu Family people finally came knocking?"

A glint flashed in Yang Tian’s eyes.

He still wanted to quickly find Li Feng’s relics and then return to the South Sea. After all, this place was in a turbulent season.

"You’re Yang Tian?"

The young man walked over with a beauty in each arm.

Li Da recognized at a glance that these two beauties were the daughters of two well‑known families in Fogang City. One of them was Li Zheng’s younger daughter, Li Yiqing, and the other was the eldest young lady of the Huang Family.

He hadn’t expected that as soon as this young man arrived in Fogang City, he’d already hooked up with the women of the local families.

"Uncle, why are you here too?" Li Yiqing also recognized Li Da. "Let me introduce you. This is Young Master Wu Yingxiong of the Capital City’s Wu Family. Yingxiong, this is my uncle."

But that young man didn’t even glance at Li Da. He just stared at Yang Tian: "I heard from Li Yu that you’re looking for us to get back Li Feng’s relics?"

The young man’s demeanor was extremely lazy.

As he spoke, his hand slipped into Li Yiqing’s bra and kept kneading.

Li Yiqing’s face was a bit embarrassed, but she didn’t even dare to resist.

Yang Tian’s brows furrowed.

He could tell, though, that this young man’s cultivation was at the Nirvana Spirit Realm.

Even Li Yu probably wasn’t this young man’s match.

"So this is the young master of the Capital City’s Wu Family?"

Yang Tian muttered inwardly.

Right now he realized that the South Sea was nothing but a peripheral city. In the Capital City, Martial Artists of the same age were even stronger than any he’d seen.

Even Yang Tian himself wasn’t a match for the young man in front of him.

"How dare you! Yingxiong is talking to you, why are you just standing there like an idiot!" The other young lady snapped, "Yingxiong is a young master of the Capital City’s Wu Family, and he’s also a disciple of the Divine Luo Sect!"

"A disciple of the Divine Luo Sect?" Li Da exclaimed, "He’s so young and already a disciple of the Divine Luo Sect?"

Beside him, Yang Tian’s brows knit as well.