Undying Life

Chapter 582: Highest Specification

"Oh? Not the slightest hint? Then why didn't you destroy that group?" the Crown Prince of the Sky asked coldly.

Upon hearing the Crown Prince's question, Wang Chen remained unflustered.

"I pushed the Blood Sea Formation to its limit. My lord should have seen this. As for the group fighting me, they were also at their limit. But I sensed that both sides had kept something in reserve. I still had the Divine Seal unactivated, and I am certain they had secret techniques yet unused. I believe my lord could also see this," Wang Chen said solemnly.

"Hmm," the Crown Prince of the Sky closed his eyes and nodded.

"If I had activated the Divine Seal, they would have used their secret techniques. We would have fought to the death, yet still achieved no decisive victory. Thus, I leveraged this psychological aspect and did not use it. Besides, I should not have used it," Wang Chen continued.

"Oh?"

"My Divine Seal is different from others. It's the 'Blood God Seal.' If it were known, it would be detrimental to you. Even His Majesty, the Holy Emperor, should not know of it," Wang Chen said earnestly.

"Hmm, you did well," the Crown Prince of the Sky nodded in satisfaction.

Three days later, Zhong Shan opened the doors and stepped out of the main hall.

Zhao Suoxiang stood dutifully at the entrance, guarding Zhong Shan. Alongside him was a group of officials.

The moment Zhong Shan opened the doors, they greeted him, "Greetings, Emperor Zhong!"

Zhong Shan glanced at them, noticing that some hands were still trembling. He smiled slightly, amused.

These people had various emotions in their eyes—admiration, fear, envy, and jealousy.

"Hmm," Zhong Shan nodded without saying much.

"Old Zhao, how are your men?" Zhong Shan asked.

"Twenty brothers died, but the others are healing with medicinal pills. They're fine," Zhao Suoxiang replied promptly.

"Hmm," Zhong Shan nodded.

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"Emperor Zhong, we owe you our deepest gratitude. Without you, the Yan Hong Dynasty would be in grave danger!" Wei Gong stepped forward and bowed.

"No need for formalities. Now that the Yan Hong Dynasty is safe, we won't intrude any longer," Zhong Shan replied.

"No, no, Emperor Zhong, you've done us a great service. We haven't yet repaid you. Please, come with me to the national treasury. Take whatever you like!" Wei Gong said eagerly.

"Oh?" Zhong Shan looked at Wei Gong curiously.

"This is a decision we all made together. Please, Emperor Zhong, do not decline!" Wei Gong insisted.

Zhong Shan's expression turned serious as he looked at the group. Finally, he shook his head. "There's no need."

"Emperor Zhong, but..." Wei Gong was anxious.

Zhong Shan's eyes turned cold. "Though I am not of the Yan Hong Dynasty, I advise you this: the national treasury is the reserve of the Yan Hong Dynasty, the emperor's reserve, not your personal purse. Without the emperor's permission, no one has the right to touch it. As ministers, you must have the awareness of a minister. Overstepping your bounds warrants death!"

Zhong Shan's stern reprimand startled everyone, causing them to shiver.

"Thank you for the reminder, Emperor Zhong," Wei Gong said, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

"If you truly wish to thank me, deliver a message to Xiao Zhongxing," Zhong Shan said suddenly.

"Emperor Zhong, please tell us. We will convey it to His Majesty," Wei Gong responded immediately.

"Tell him, 'Once the matters between the Yan Hong Dynasty and the Taisui Heavenly Dynasty are settled, Zhong Shan invites him to visit the Daizong Dynasty for a meeting,'" Zhong Shan said.

"Yes, we will ensure your message is delivered," Wei Gong replied promptly.

"Very well, farewell!" Zhong Shan said, then without paying further attention to the crowd, he quickly departed with Zhao Suoxiang.

On the way, Zhao Suoxiang asked curiously, "Your Majesty, it's none of our business whether their officials are loyal or not. Why not check their treasury? There might be some rare items."

Zhong Shan shook his head and smiled lightly. "A state without loyal ministers is a state doomed to fail. The Yan Hong Dynasty exists in name only; it will soon fall into the hands of the Taisui Heavenly Dynasty. Why should we stoop to such petty behavior? Why tarnish our honorable deeds with filth?"

Zhong Shan had felt a heavy heart upon arrival, but now he was leaving with a light heart. The frenzy that had plagued him was swept away after confronting the Crown Prince of the Sky. From now on, he would never lose control. A Zhong Shan who did not lose control was a perfect Zhong Shan, a calm Zhong Shan, and one who would pose a great threat to the Crown Prince of the Sky.

From this point forward, whenever Zhong Shan thought of the Crown Prince of the Sky, it would be with hatred but without agitation. A wise man's revenge is far more terrifying than a brute's revenge.

Zhao Suoxiang seemed to understand Zhong Shan's meaning and nodded, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The group returned to the Blue Flame Empire, while the officials of the Yan Hong Dynasty watched Zhong Shan and his Iron Spear Army leave, their expressions a mix of emotions and peculiarities.

In the northwest of Shenzhou, at the entrance to the Netherworld Sky.

A man, clad in mourning clothes, with a white cloth tied around his head and a sword wrapped in white cloth on his back, stood on the peak of a mountain, next to a white jade coffin. The man's face was weary, his expression complex. Biting his lip, he stepped forward, a white cloud lifting the coffin as he flew towards the entrance of the Netherworld Sky.

"Who goes there?" a voice demanded.

Two sword-wielding men suddenly appeared at the entrance.

"Ah, this is top-grade Roland jade. Little one, are you planning to use it to enter the Netherworld Sky and secure a good reincarnation? Perfect timing, as I need a servant. Why not come with me?" a hideous man in black robes flew over from behind.

"Greetings, Bitter Sea Demon Lord!" the two gatekeepers immediately bowed.

The hideous man in black robes stared at the man in mourning clothes, but his eyes were fixed on the jade coffin.

The man in mourning clothes glanced coldly at the Bitter Sea Demon Lord.

"What? You refuse?" the Bitter Sea Demon Lord said angrily.

"I fear you don't have the guts to take me in!" the man in mourning clothes snorted coldly.

"Oh? Do you seek death?" the Bitter Sea Demon Lord said coldly.

At that moment, the man slowly drew the sword wrapped in white cloth from his back, gently unwrapping it to reveal a sword emitting an icy aura.

"A ninth-grade magical treasure?" the Bitter Sea Demon Lord exclaimed in shock.

Instantly, he retreated, drawing his weapon in preparation. His eyes were filled with greed as he stared at the sword, a ninth-grade magical treasure, one of the strongest in the world.

"Hmph!" the man in mourning clothes snorted coldly, ignoring him completely.

"Deliver this sword and this jade coffin to the Lord of the Netherworld Sky!" the man suddenly commanded the two gatekeepers.

The Lord of the Netherworld Sky?

Upon hearing his words, everyone was taken aback. The Bitter Sea Demon Lord's eyes flickered with uncertainty. The Lord? To see the Lord? Was this man here to meet the Lord of the Netherworld Sky?

If anyone else had said this, no one would have listened. "You want me to give this to the Lord of the Netherworld Sky? Just like that?" But this was a ninth-grade magical treasure, the strongest sword in the world coveted by all. And yet, he was using it merely as an introduction? And then there was this large piece of top-grade Roland jade! What was this about?

"What are you doing?" the gatekeeper asked.

"Deliver these two items to the Lord of the Netherworld Sky immediately. The rest is none of your concern," the man said sternly.

"Understood. Please, come inside," the gatekeeper said, immediately showing respect.

Using a ninth-grade magical treasure as a calling card was enough to warrant serious attention. The man was led to the entrance of the Netherworld Sky, where they emerged from a large pool and arrived at the exit.

The exit area was filled with numerous buildings, serving as the residences for the gatekeepers.

"Honored guest, please wait here with some tea. We will deliver these items to the Lord immediately," the gatekeeper said.

"No, I will wait here for him," the man insisted.

"Uh, as you wish," the gatekeeper responded, stunned. Wait for him? Would the Lord come to see you? The Bitter Sea Demon Lord, standing nearby, also had a peculiar expression and did not leave immediately, choosing to wait as well.

Soon, the sword and the jade coffin were taken away.

The man patiently waited at the entrance of the Netherworld Sky.

Half a day later, the items reached the Yin-Yang Border Mountain, where a newly built grand hall stood as a temporary residence for Jian Ao.

The Sword Hall!

The Sword Hall was surrounded by an endless array of swords, each one appearing to be a peerless divine weapon, embedded in the ground. The eaves of the central Sword Hall jutted out in the shape of swords. Outside the hall stood many powerful guards, protecting the Lord within. Leading them was Chujiu Mo Luo, who had always followed Jian Ao.

Soon, the two individuals carrying the sword and the jade coffin arrived at the Sword Hall.

"What is this?" Chujiu Mo Luo asked sternly.

"Someone outside asked us to deliver these items to the Lord. Please verify, Chujiu Mo Luo," the two said immediately.

Chujiu Mo Luo frowned slightly, grabbing the sword. As he grasped it, his eyebrows raised, and his eyes showed a look of shock. He then used his divine sense to inspect the sealed coffin, and his expression changed.

"Where is the person?" Chujiu Mo Luo asked immediately.

"Waiting at the entrance of the Netherworld Sky," the two responded.

"Hurry, treat him with the highest respect. No, you won't be as fast as the Lord himself!" Chujiu Mo Luo said, changing his mind mid-sentence. He carefully lifted the jade coffin and sword with a spell and rushed into the Sword Hall.

The two gatekeepers exchanged a glance, seeing the shock in each other's eyes. Treating him with the highest respect? Not as fast as the Lord? Did this mean the Lord himself would hurry to meet the person after seeing these items?

They felt a wave of relief, glad they had not offended the man.