"This senior may be visiting our Fengyun Imperial Palace later."

"You should come too..."

Thank you...

Following Long Ming, Chen Mo quickly entered the spirit chamber and appeared before Xu Chengyu. Long Ming's attitude was full of respect.

"Sect Master, I have already found the person."

"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

Xu Chengyu nodded, and Long Ming's figure quickly disappeared into the spirit box.

His gaze fell on Chen Mo in front of him. He could tell that among all the disciples he had taken in, Chen Mo was the most vigilant.

He naturally understood why this was the case.

Before he could speak, Chen Mo's voice rang out again.

"Can you help me get revenge...?"

"What he said earlier..."

Xu Chengyu looked at him and simply said:

"Helping you get revenge is naturally no problem."

"But you must become my disciple."

"From now on, you will be a member of my sect."

Would you be willing...?

Just a simple sentence, echoing in the funeral chamber.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mo knelt down directly in front of Xu Chengyu's location without the slightest hesitation.

Although he didn't know what kind of person Xu Chengyu was, his sixth sense was very strong, telling him that only by staying by this person's side could he take revenge.

"If only you would help me get revenge..."

"I'm willing to do anything..."

Then he kowtowed three times loudly.

Chen Mo wanted to continue, but a gentle spiritual force pulled him up from the ground.

Xu Chengyu had a relaxed expression on his face.

"How do you want your teacher to help you?"

Hearing Xu Chengyu's words, Chen Mo was stunned and didn't react for a moment. He didn't expect his master to be so direct.

Thinking of how all five hundred members of his Chen family died at the hands of the Martial God Temple, all because they displeased the son of an elder, they ended up with such an end.

A surge of murderous intent welled up in Chen Mo's heart.

But he knew that if he tried to take revenge with his current strength, the only outcome would be death.

Within the Martial God Hall, there are six titled Martial Gods, all of whom possess cultivation levels equivalent to Immortal Kings.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Mo managed to calm himself down a bit.

Then, looking at Xu Chengyu, he said softly:

"Master, I will avenge this myself."

"I hope that during this time I can stay by my master's side and cultivate properly."

With just those two simple sentences, Xu Chengyu could easily understand the meaning behind them: he hoped Xu Chengyu would protect him.

As expected of someone who fought his way through the arena, Chen Mo's way of doing things is very direct, which makes him very satisfied.

With a mere thought, an ancient spirit ring appeared directly in front of him.

“During this period of time.”

"Cultivate diligently..."

"If you don't have enough resources, then tell your teacher."

Chen Mo nodded, looking at the Tonggu Spirit Ring in his palm, and subconsciously poured spiritual power into it. He wanted to see what kind of thing his mysterious master would give him.

With just one glance, Chen Mo's pupils contracted again, and he couldn't help but gasp.

Hundreds of imperial medicines and spiritual fruits of indeterminate level exuded terrifying power of the Great Dao, not to mention the countless imperial artifacts piled up together.

Looking at these resources, Chen Mo knew very well that even for an imperial palace, it would be almost impossible to produce so many things. Even in the entire God World, this was a terrifying quantity.

It turns out that this was just a cultivation resource given to him by his own master.

But can we still have it?

Looking at Xu Chengyu again, Chen Mo's thoughts had completely changed, and he couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had become Xu Chengyu's apprentice.

Before he could speak further, Nan He's figure slowly walked into the coffin.

Compared to before, she still looked somewhat disheveled, having been significantly affected by the conflict in the Cloud Heaven Imperial Palace.

But now she couldn't care less about anything else; she just wanted to get the weight off her shoulders as soon as possible.

"senior..."

"I have a few words I'd like to say to you privately..."

"May I..."

Nan He was biting her lip, looking pleading.

"Chen Mo, go find Elder Long first."

"I'll be there in a bit..."

"I understand, Master..."

As he spoke, Chen Mo slowly walked towards the outside of the coffin. When he passed Nan He, he couldn't help but glance at her.

Over such a long period of time, her status in the entire arena, and even in the entire Fengyun Imperial City, was quite high.

Even Lin Yun, the Grand Elder of the Fengyun Imperial Palace, had to give her some face, but in front of her master, she was still so humble.

Even the previous life-and-death feud was nothing more than a matter of a single word from his master.

In just a short time, Chen Mo's thoughts had changed, and he was now able to understand the meaning behind Long Ming's words earlier.

Perhaps his talent is not bad, but this is in the world of gods. Putting aside his current situation, any one of those extraordinary forces can be considered a genius or even a prodigy.

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