Sihai Pavilion
For the past ten days or so, Zhao Tianfu couldn't be happy no matter what he did.
He was drowsy all day long and had no energy for anything. Even in bed, he was weak and listless.
After sacrificing his beloved daughter Zhao Dong'er and paying such a huge price, Wu Ming returned without any further news.
Like a stone sinking into the sea.
This was something he couldn't accept.
Recently, according to his friends in the Divine Realm, the Divine Realm King has made a decision: the Heavenly Feather Dynasty will be the one in charge of the Divine Realm in the Desolate Heaven Domain.
This was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for him.
The Tianyu Dynasty, a third-rate power with its strongest members only at the Dharma Aspect Realm, rose to become the second-largest power after the Sword God Palace and the Four Seas Pavilion in just a few days after receiving help from the Divine Realm.
This made Zhao Tianfu extremely envious. At the same time, he secretly harbored resentment towards the Tianyu Dynasty. Of course, his resentment was even greater towards the Divine Realm.
If these powers were used on the Four Seas Pavilion, wouldn't surpassing the Sword God Palace be a foregone conclusion?
But now, what has he gained?
There was nothing there.
Trying to draw water with a bamboo basket is all for naught.
He emptied half of his family's savings, gave away his precious daughter, and offended his own child Zhao Jing, as well as his right-hand man Shangguan Peng.
Shangguan Peng was alright, after all, he was his friend of many years, but the stubborn Zhao Jing had never said a word to him. When they met in the courtyard, Zhao Jing would just turn around and leave.
"well."
Inside the room, Zhao Tianfu let out a long sigh, then looked at the empty space in front of him. After a long while, he slowly got up, carefully picked up a dilapidated oil lamp, and took a gold-embroidered handkerchief from the side to wipe it carefully.
The feeling was like holding some priceless treasure.
Be very careful.
"master……"
Shangguan Peng walked in and, upon seeing this scene, felt extremely heartbroken.
That old oil lamp was a gift from Zhao Jing to Zhao Tianfu when he was ten years old. Although it had no monetary value, it was a labor of love from Zhao Jing.
Every single part was handcrafted by Zhao Jing. Even now, he clearly remembers the little baby who wasn't even as tall as the furnace, carrying a hammer heavier than himself, hammering it out one stroke at a time.
Zhao Tianfu looked up at Shangguan Peng, and tears welled up in his eyes.
He appears incredibly tough in front of outsiders, but he only shows this vulnerability in front of his longtime friends.
He gave a wry smile and took the old oil lamp down.
"What is it?"
Shangguan Peng closed the door, then stood in front of Zhao Tianfu, paused for a few seconds, and then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.
Zhao Tianfu took it and frowned the moment he saw it.
On some of the yellowish-brown slips of paper, several large characters were clearly displayed.
Shadow Pavilion, Eastern Divine Continent.
He suddenly raised his head, his heart pounding with excitement, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and he stammered, "Phantom Pavilion... the Phantom Pavilion is backed by the Eastern Divine Continent..."
"We are at least 60% certain," Shangguan Peng said.
"Alright, alright then." Zhao Tianfu chuckled a few times, a flash of killing intent passing through his eyes. He then slammed his hand heavily on the table and said loudly, "Since you have the support of the Eastern Divine Continent, there must be many powerful figures in the Shadow Pavilion. In that case, a small Sword God Palace should not be a concern."
Shangguan Peng's heart skipped a beat. "Master, do you mean to..."
Zhao Tianfu nodded and laughed wildly, "That's right, I don't believe that the Eastern Divine Continent can destroy a small Sword God Palace."
Seeing that his prediction had come true, Shangguan Peng was filled with remorse.
But Zhao Tianfu had made up his mind, and no matter how much he tried to persuade him, Zhao Tianfu did not budge.
He knew in his heart that Zhao Tianfu was on the verge of going mad.
"I have paid a huge price. If the Sword God Temple is still living so comfortably, then my sacrifice will have been in vain." A maniacal smile appeared on Zhao Tianfu's face.
Immediately, he abruptly pulled open the curtains, and the blinding sunlight burst forth, quickly illuminating the dim room.
Zhao Tianfu looked out the window, his slightly stubble-covered face as sharp as a knife, and a glint of madness flashed in his dark eyes.
"This desolate realm will ultimately belong to me, Zhao Tianfu! Hahahaha..."
Shangguan Peng sighed, feeling utterly helpless.
...
"A quote?"
Inside the dimly lit hall, only a few candles burned, providing a faint light. The hall was so large that many areas remained dark.
A man shrouded in black robes spoke slowly from his high position.
Then, he slightly raised his head, revealing his wolf-like eyes. Beneath the cloak was a face as weathered and withered as old tree bark.
Very thin.
She was almost extremely thin.
His face had no flesh at all; it was like a skin covering his bones.
As the man spoke, a person knelt on one knee in the main hall and respectfully said, "This is a letter from Zhao Tianfu, the head of the Four Seas Pavilion, to you."
Without any visible movement, the letter burst into flames, emitting a dark, eerie light.
After it burned out, there was no ash left, but on the old man's body, the letter that had just disappeared appeared.
He rubbed his withered, twig-like hand together, then gave a sinister smile and said, "Very well, since that's the case, then this old man will not stand on ceremony."
He thought for a moment, then asked, "Has Lord Luo arrived?"
Zheng Feng said, "They've already arrived."
“Alright.” Zheng Ming’s tone turned somewhat cold. “Then let’s agree to his request. We can use this battle to make a name for our Phantom Pavilion. As for the price… there’s nothing in the Four Seas Pavilion that I want.”
"...In that case, let's take his life."
"Yes," Zheng Feng said, then stood up to leave.
"Wait." Zheng Ming called out to him, and Zheng Feng turned around, still kneeling respectfully on the ground.
Zheng Ming's figure suddenly disappeared from the armchair, leaving only afterimages. When he reappeared, he was standing in front of Zheng Feng. With a wave of his hand, a dark blue light entered the latter's body.
Zheng Feng's expression changed instantly, as if he was in great pain, his face contorted in agony. Fortunately, he seemed to recover after a while, and his expression gradually calmed down.
"This is a life-saving technique for you. If you encounter danger in the future, you can use this power."
After Zheng Ming finished speaking, he turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared, leaving only a long black robe.
Zheng Feng remained calm, picked up the black robe, placed it on the chair where Zheng Ming had been sitting, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then spat a thick wad of phlegm onto it.
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