"Yes, it's fake death!"
"Moreover, not only am I going to fake my death, I'm going to fake it right under the noses of all the major powers."
With his eyebrows slightly raised, Wu Jingtian began to look at Di Jiu seriously for the first time.
It looks exactly like me, so much like me. It’s worthy of being my offspring. It’s exactly the same as me fifty years ago.
Looking at Di Jiu's face which was exactly the same as his own when he was young, Wu Jingtian suddenly sighed.
"Could it be that this guy, when he was preparing to fake his death in his previous life, he got carried away?"
Hearing Wu Jingtian's heroic tone, Di Jiu's mouth twitched slightly, thinking of the incident in his previous life when "Emperor Shitian" was killed by someone.
"Faking your own death right under the noses of all the major powers? Are you sure of that?"
"You must know that the major forces that are willing to participate in your assassination are not fools."
In order to know Wu Jingtian's detailed plan, Di Jiu deliberately cast a suspicious look at Wu Jingtian.
"grasp?"
"Since I dare to set up this scheme, I am naturally 100% sure that I can fake my death under the noses of all the major forces."
With a slight disdainful smile on his lips, Wu Jingtian transformed his right palm into a knife and chopped down at his left hand without hesitation.
“Puff!”
There was a sound like a sharp blade cutting through the air, and a left hand instantly fell to the ground.
“…”
Wu Jingtian's sudden action caused Di Jiu's mind to pause for two seconds.
"Fuck, are you crazy?!"
Although Di Jiu knew that Wu Jingtian would not do such a stupid thing for no reason, he still couldn't help but feel a little bit of disbelief when he saw Wu Jingtian's wrist being cut off by a knife.
"What are you panicking about? Watch carefully!"
Feeling Di Jiu's inner anxiety, an imperceptible arc of relief appeared on Wu Jingtian's lips.
“Tick!”
A crisp sound of dripping water was heard, and a drop of blood suddenly seeped out from Wu Jingtian's wrist and slowly dripped onto the ground.
After this drop of blood fell on the ground, it did not merge with the ground like normal blood, but began to move slowly.
Of course, this slowness is directed at Emperor Jiu.
In fact, after the drop of blood fell to the ground, it quickly found a relatively open place.
Then, this drop of blood underwent a drastic change in Emperor Jiu's eyes.
"Rebirth through blood?!"
Looking at Wu Jingtian who was transformed from a drop of blood and Wu Jingtian's real body which gradually turned into starlight, Di Jiu rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Yes, it means rebirth through dripping blood!"
Looking at Di Jiu's incredulous eyes, Wu Jingtian's mouth corners unconsciously raised an arc.
You little brat, you know a lot, but now you're fooled by me.
"My dear father, I don't know how your technique works..."
Without hesitation, he stepped in front of Wu Jingtian. Di Jiu rubbed his hands a little embarrassedly and looked at him expectantly.
“.......”
"That old fellow and I have an agreement that this technique cannot be passed on to others until I become a great emperor..."
After coughing twice in a slightly awkward manner, Wu Jingtian turned his head away embarrassedly, avoiding Di Jiu's gaze.
"etc!"
"If I remember correctly, a great emperor-level technique can only be practiced by one person, right?"
Looking at Wu Jingtian's expression, Di Jiu suddenly remembered the information that flashed through his mind when he obtained the inheritance of the Holy Soul Sutra.
"Practicing alone? Who told you that?"
"Xiao Jiu, remember, in this world, there is no technique that can only be practiced by one person."
"Putting aside other things, the old fellow who taught me the Sacred Heart Technique definitely practiced it."
When Wu Jingtian heard Emperor Jiu say that the emperor-level martial arts could only be practiced by one person, he immediately frowned.
Kung Fu is nothing more than a method created by warriors to better absorb and control the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
This method may produce different intensities of effect due to different physical conditions of each person, but it will never happen that only one person is allowed to practice it.
If there is, then it is definitely that this technique has been tampered with.
“…”
When Di Jiu heard Wu Jingtian say that his martial arts technique had been tampered with, he instantly remembered what happened when he devoured the previous Lord of the Underworld, Jiu Changsheng.
No wonder Jiu Changsheng said at that time, "Why is my Holy Soul Art useless to your Holy Soul power?" It turned out that it was because he had tampered with the Holy Soul Art.
But the good thing is that he never thought that I would know such a special skill as the Emperor's Secret.
"Then, the fourth question."
"Who is your true identity?"
After learning that Wu Jingtian planned to fake his death during the assassination and escape, Di Jiu now has only one last question left.
"The fourth question..."
When it came to the fourth question, Wu Jingtian couldn't help but be silent.
Of course, this silence was not because he felt that he could not reveal his true identity, but because he had not used his real name for a long time.
"Wu Jingtian, the previous master of Tianji Valley, disappeared inexplicably thirty years ago."
"I wonder if what I said is correct?"
Seeing Wu Jingtian silent, Di Jiu shook his head slightly and told him the information he had found out.
"I am indeed Wu Jingtian, but Wu Jingtian is not me!"
Hearing what Di Jiu said, Wu Jingtian suddenly woke up from his silence, and said something with a complicated expression that surprised Di Jiu.
"What's the meaning?!!"
"You even think that Wu Jingtian's identity is fake?!!"
Looking at the complicated expression on Wu Jingtian's face, Emperor Jiu was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
No wonder I like to hide my identity. It turns out that all of this has a basis.
"Yes, the name Wu Jingtian is just a fake name I used when I was training in Tianji Valley."
"My real name is Emperor, and I am the eldest son of the Emperor family of the Endless Mountains."
Speaking of the Endless Mountains Di family, the Emperor fell silent again.
It’s been thirty-five years, and I don’t know if I still hold the position of young patriarch.
"Emperor? Endless Mountains? Emperor Family?"
After hearing what the Emperor said, Emperor Jiu rolled his eyes imperceptibly and was speechless.
The water in Tianwu Continent is really deep.
"Please don't ask about the Endless Mountains and the Di family for now."
"Because even if you ask now, I won't tell you for the time being."
"In short, your name has always been Emperor Jiu, and it has never changed."
Weiwei stretched out his hand to stop Di Jiu who was about to ask questions. The Emperor remembered the moment when he named Di Jiu.
"Husband, what do you think we should name our child?"
"Nine, Emperor Nine."
"Nine is the number of the highest. My emperor's child will surely reach the pinnacle of achievement in the future."
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