Back at the headquarters of the World Society, Xiong Ba had a gloomy face and was in a very bad mood.
Murong Fu glanced at him and asked, "Chief Xiong, you don't seem very happy?"
Xiong Ba smiled bitterly, glanced at the obedient Qilin beside him, and then thought of the suffocating Di Shitian. He couldn't feel any better.
“No…” Xiong Ba shook his head and placed the Blood Bodhi, martial arts manual, and Snow Drinking Blade on the table. “Young Master Li, these were brought back from the Qilin Cave.”
"This is the Snow Drinking Blade. Every strike it produces a snowy sheen, and it kills without drawing blood. It is one of the most treasured blades in the world. Back then..."
Xiong Ba wanted to give an introduction.
but.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and interrupted, "Thank you for your hard work, Chief Xiong. You can choose any reward you like."
Although he was interrupted, he was slightly happier because he could choose his reward.
Can.
On second thought.
In the past, he would bestow rewards upon his subordinates, but today it was Murong Fu who bestowed them upon him.
Xiong Ba was stunned.
"What? You don't like it? Then forget it."
Seeing that he was stunned, Murong Fu waved his hand and put all the items into the Seven Treasures Ring.
This scene left Xiong Ba even more bewildered; just because he hesitated for a moment, he lost even the reward.
Xiong Ba wasn't surprised by Murong Fu's ability to conceal his inner world within his sleeve. The Nine Provinces were vast and full of wonders; while spatial treasures were rare, he had heard of them before.
Murong Fu thought Xiong Ba was discouraged, so he comforted him, "Chief Xiong, the path of martial arts is boundless. Cultivate diligently, and you will become even stronger in the future."
Xiong Ba smiled bitterly, thinking to himself: After becoming stronger, I discovered that there are still a large number of people stronger than me!
Xiong Ba suddenly hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
"Speak your mind."
Murong Fu played with the Blood Bodhi and said.
"..." Xiong Ba shook his head, feeling a chill in his heart as he thought of the masked man's threat.
Murong Fu raised an eyebrow: "I will protect you. Even if you die, I can resurrect you."
"Resurrect me?"
Xiong Bahu's eyes widened in astonishment as he recalled the man's self-proclaimed title of 'god,' and he asked in a daze, "Are there really immortals and gods in this world? Is there really a hellish cycle of reincarnation?"
"Oh--"
Murong Fu tossed a blood bodhi seed into his mouth, smiling without saying a word.
Immediately.
Murong Fu fed Miejue a Blood Bodhi: "Madam, this fruit tastes alright, please try it."
After consuming the Blood Bodhi, Miejue immediately sat cross-legged to digest the energy.
Xiong Ba was still questioning life. If there really were immortals and gods in the world, wouldn't the unity of heaven and man be the starting point?
Murong Fu glanced at Xiong Ba and said with a smile, "Have you thought it through? Do you want to tell me?"
Xiong Ba still managed to ask, "Young Master Li, have you ever heard of Emperor Shitian?"
Before Murong Fu could even reply, a figure flashed into view.
"Hehehe—I have said it before, anyone who dares to leak even the slightest information shall die!"
The sound was like a nightmare, a haunting, demonic chant.
The sky darkened.
An invisible hand reached out to seize Xiong Ba.
"Young Master Li, save me!"
Xiong Ba was terrified and dared not resist at all; he couldn't even move!
The difference between humans and celestial beings is sometimes greater than the difference between humans and pigs!
Murong Fu didn't move, but called out to the Qilin, "Little Darling."
The Qilin, bathed in fire, rose up on the clouds.
Its gaping maw spewed forth blazing magma: "Roar!"
The sky was dyed red.
Indra was startled and dodged away.
I wanted to retaliate, but then I remembered there was someone next to me who was comparable to a top ten martial artist, so I decided against it and decided not to take the risk!
Let the Divine Mother Luo Xian test her strength first, and then we'll decide how to deal with her.
(The goddess is her identity, and Luo Xian is her name.)
Thinking of this.
Indra immediately fled and vanished in an instant.
As a king who has lived for a thousand years, Di Shitian's martial arts skills may be average, but his lightness skill and escape technique can be described as unparalleled.
"Awoo!"
Seeing the figure disappear, the Qilin, bored, breathed out a mouthful of flame, creating a large patch of fiery clouds.
Then it flew back to Murong Fu's side and lay down obediently like a dog.
"call--"
Xiong Ba let out a long sigh.
The members of the World Society were also panting heavily; they had survived!
The scene of the Fire Qilin fighting against Emperor Shitian gave them the illusion of gods battling each other.
Is this still martial arts?
How could martial arts achieve such a level?
"Young Master Li, who was that person?" Xiong Ba asked, still shaken.
“Di Shitian, the master of Tianmen, a weakling who has survived for two thousand years,” Murong Fu replied casually.
"Heavenly Gate?"
Xiong Ba vaguely remembered reading records of this sect; it seemed to be a sect from a thousand years ago.
I thought it had long since become dust of the past, but I never expected it to still exist.
Secondly, that is.
"A weakling who has survived for two thousand years?"
Can someone who can live for two thousand years still be called weak?
Is this the world of the big shots?
Murong Fu shrugged and said, "He's lived for two thousand years, yet he's not even as good as an ordinary celestial being. Do you think he's weak or not?"
Xiong Ba smiled bitterly again. Wouldn't that mean he wasn't even considered an ordinary celestial being?
Murong Fu comforted him, "There's no need to feel inferior. In another ten or eight years, Di Shitian will probably be no match for you."
"real?"
Xiong Ba's eyes lit up; if that was the case, he was indeed comforted.
“Heh—” Murong Fu chuckled and said, “All you need to know is that Di Shitian’s strength is nothing special; there are far too many people on this continent who can easily defeat him.”
"..."
The silence of the overlord was deafening.
Then what am I? Even Indra isn't ranked, so am I not even an ant?
"Work hard, there's a long road ahead, I have high hopes for you."
Murong Fu stood up, patted Xiong Ba on the shoulder, then picked up Miejue and headed towards the back mountain.
The joy here is boundless.
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