Chapter 00462: The Humiliated Island Master Jia
# The Humiliated Island Master Jia
Chapter 462
Novel: Abandon The Universe
Chapter 462: The Humiliated Island Master Jia
Is this karmic fire? Lan Xiaobu quickly confirmed it—this was undoubtedly karmic fire, and newly born at that.
The giant Kun had been refining the karmic fire in the Kunxu Sea when it was swept away by the laws of heaven and earth, causing the fire to erupt.
Even in its nascent state, the karmic fire was powerful enough to reduce a corner of the Kunxu Sea to nothingness.
Karmic fire’s fearsome reputation was well-known to Lan Xiaobu.
In terms of fame, it far surpassed his own Primal Eternal Flame.
An ordinary cultivator who encountered karmic fire would likely stay and attempt to refine it, no matter how long it took.
The giant Kun, having been whisked away by cosmic laws, had left the fire behind—likely regretting its earlier intervention.
But no matter how precious karmic fire was, Lan Xiaobu couldn’t care less.
He was accustomed to his Primal Eternal Flame, which was obedient and convenient to use.
He had no intention of replacing it.
So what if karmic fire was powerful? He would simply let his Primal Eternal Flame devour it and see if it could elevate his flame to a higher level, creating something even stronger.
Without hesitation, Lan Xiaobu summoned his Primal Eternal Flame, intending for it to consume the karmic fire.
The moment the flame appeared, the roiling magma surged toward it.
Lan Xiaobu watched nervously.
If his flame was overpowered, he would immediately withdraw it.
His confidence stemmed from the fact that the karmic fire was still in its infancy, while his Primal Eternal Flame had already reached the seventh tier of immortal-grade flames.
Though karmic fire was formidable, its level was far inferior.
The suppression from the tier difference should allow his flame to prevail, right?
But Lan Xiaobu soon realized his mistake.
The karmic fire was like a frenzied beast, engulfing his flame with endless magma.
At first, the Primal Eternal Flame resisted, but soon it was overwhelmed, its aura weakening rapidly.
Alarmed, Lan Xiaobu tried to recall his flame, but it was already trapped.
He could no longer retrieve it.
Desperate, he extended his divine sense, attacking the karmic fire while simultaneously circulating his Soul Tempering Technique.
His divine sense was devoured instantly, but Lan Xiaobu persisted, relentlessly assaulting the karmic fire with his technique.
His Primal Eternal Flame seized the opportunity to counterattack.
After an entire day of struggle, his flame finally gained a slight upper hand.
Lan Xiaobu’s face was deathly pale, his consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse.
Yet, he dared not relent.
Another day passed, and the Primal Eternal Flame began to strengthen.
Though the surrounding magma grew more violent, Lan Xiaobu knew the worst was over.
He withdrew his divine sense.
Now, no matter how much karmic fire surged toward his flame, the Primal Eternal Flame absorbed its essence, growing stronger by the moment.
The karmic fire, in turn, weakened.
From within his Cosmic Dimension Matrix, Lan Xiaobu could clearly sense the shift in power.
Two days later, he stepped out onto the Kunxu Sea once more.
The karmic fire and magma had vanished completely.
With a flick of his hand, the Primal Eternal Flame returned to his palm.
The flame now bore a faint trace of black—evidence of its conquest.
His Primal Eternal Flame had advanced to the ninth tier of immortal-grade flames.
Feeling its newfound might, Lan Xiaobu mused that its offensive power had undoubtedly surpassed its previous state.
Storing the flame away, he immediately sought to locate Jia Yunkong.
As he had suspected, Lan Xiaobu had left a divine sense mark on Jia Yunkong.
If not for Zhu Ke and the others, he would have killed the man long ago.
According to the messages he had received, Jia Yunkong might be with Luo Caisi.
Lan Xiaobu guessed that Luo Caisi had arrived at Kunqian Island, and upon learning her identity, Jia Yunkong had brought her to find him—likely hoping to earn leniency.
Within moments, Lan Xiaobu confirmed Jia Yunkong’s location: still within the Kunxu Sea.
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**Great Kun Immortal Palace**
Jia Yunkong clenched his fists.
While others visiting the Great Kun Immortal Palace were received in lavish guest halls with the palace lord in attendance, he was left waiting in a cramped stone hut.
But he quickly steadied himself.
Compared to Luo Caisi, Lan Xiaobu’s beloved, his grievances were trivial.
Thinking of her, Jia Yunkong sighed inwardly.
He could only hope for her safety—he had done all he could.
He had warned her to keep Gu Dao hidden, lest they attract danger.
As long as she remained cautious, she could survive in the Boundless Market City—just not venturing out to sea.
Just as these thoughts crossed his mind, a disciple of the Great Kun Immortal Palace approached.
"Island Master Jia, the palace lord requests your presence."
"Many thanks, fellow Daoist."
Jia Yunkong rose quickly.
After four days of waiting, he had finally received the summons.
Following the disciple to the guest hall, he realized over twenty people were already seated.
To his embarrassment, there was no chair for him.
Swallowing his discomfort, Jia Yunkong bowed.
"Greetings to Palace Lord Yuan, Palace Lord Zhang, and all fellow Daoists."
No seat? So be it.
He wasn’t here as a guest—he was here to plead for help.
"Island Master Jia, we’ve been preoccupied these past few days and neglected you. Our apologies. Someone, prepare a seat for Island Master Jia."
Yuan Bu smiled warmly.
A servant hastily brought a chair, placing it at the far edge of the hall.
Jia Yunkong, flattered, replied, "Palace Lord Yuan is too kind. It was poor timing on my part."
After expressing his gratitude, he took his seat.
He hadn’t expected even this small courtesy.
"Do you know what happened on Ancient Kun Island?" This time, it was the third palace lord, Zhang Wuxue, the only female among the four palace lords, who spoke.
Jia Yunkong answered promptly, "Third Palace Lord, I’ve heard some rumors. It’s said that Liang Gucai of the Liang family awakened the Ancient Kun bloodline and even broke through to the Immortal Venerable Realm. A grand ceremony is being held in his honor."
He knew about the celebration—and the warrant for his and Luo Caisi’s arrest.
But he was certain the Great Kun Immortal Palace wouldn’t hand him over to the Liang family.
Doing so would be an admission of fear, tarnishing their reputation as the foremost power in the Kunxu Sea.
Yet Zhang Wuxue’s next words chilled him.
"I wasn’t referring to that. Ancient Kun Island was destroyed by an eruption of karmic fire. Not a single soul survived. Our second palace lord, Jiao Pengxuan, also went missing in the incident. As for the Liang family… they are no more."
Jia Yunkong froze, then broke into a cold sweat.
He had overestimated the Great Kun Immortal Palace.
His earlier confinement hadn’t been neglect—they had been waiting to deliver him to the Liang family.
Only after learning of Ancient Kun Island’s destruction had they allowed him into the hall.
Otherwise, he’d already be in chains.
Since when did the Great Kun Immortal Palace, the supreme power of the Kunxu Sea, stoop to such disgraceful acts? Did the Liang family’s Ancient Kun bloodline truly inspire such fear?
Then he recalled Zhang Wuxue’s words—the second palace lord had also vanished.
The Great Kun Immortal Palace had sent a palace lord to attend the Liang family’s ceremony.
Their reverence for the Liang family was undeniable.
"It seems Island Master Jia was unaware?" Zhang Wuxue remarked coolly.
Jia Yunkong stood hastily.
"I’ve been traveling the Kunxu Sea and only just learned of this tragedy."
Zhang Wuxue nodded.
"In that case, Island Master Jia may take your leave."
A single question, and now he was being dismissed? Suppressing his fury, Jia Yunkong forced a respectful tone.
"Palace Lord Yuan, Palace Lord Zhang, I came because I heard my son once participated in the Great Kun Sea Realm your palace opened a thousand years ago. He never returned. I hoped to learn more about what happened. Please—"
Before he could finish, Zhang Wuxue sneered.
"What? Your son goes missing, and you come to our palace demanding answers? Do we look like babysitters to you?"
Jia Yunkong’s words died in his throat.
Since when was he here to make demands?
(End of Chapter)