Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 026 Is This A Concealed Danger?

On the other side, Feng Qingxiu quickly gained control of the scene.

“Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister, I will definitely be careful of them, but if you follow me back, I am afraid my family will not tell me anything even if something has happened back at home.” Feng Qingxiu looked earnestly at the white robed girl, already adjusting from the panic from earlier, his gaze gentle as water and conveying his sincerity.

The girl in white couldn’t help but blush: “But if I don’t protect you, what if they bully you again?”

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“They won’t, when they saw Senior Sister come just now, they were all startled away. Your prestige still remains, and they won’t dare to come back in such a short time.” Feng Qingxiu thanked her, “Thank you, Senior Sister, for helping me, and I have yet to know your name.”

“My name is Bai Yue, and I am the daughter of Qingdi Peak Master Bai Qi.” The girl in white sighed, “Senior Sister Qingnu is always making it difficult for others for some reason. No matter how I persuade her it is still uneffective, and even Senior Brother You Jia has become influenced, becoming the same kind of person like her…”

“As long as Senior Sister Bai is determined, you will surely make them change their minds. I will also avoid them carefully so Senior Sister Bai does not need to worry.” Feng Qingxiu had encountered countless beauties in the outer sect before, and had long been familiar with how to deal with this kind of situation. “Senior Sister Bai, my family has been waiting for me for a long time. Why don’t we continue to talk and exchange advice on our studies when we meet next time?”

“Then I won’t bother you anymore, I’ll send you to the outer peaks.” The girl said enthusiastically, “This way they won’t find a chance to trouble you on the way.”

“There is already a mountain patrol guard waiting for me at the foot of the mountain and I need to report to them. You may have to wait for a while.” Feng Qingxiu nodded and agreed.

“Those people… have always been unreasonable,” the girl frowned slightly, “Forget it, I won’t be going then. Be careful on your way. If you meet with trouble then come find me, I will not let you be bullied.”

“Definitely.”

And so Feng Qingxiu tidied up his clothes and left quickly.

***

The group of young Kun-Lai elites only managed to chat for a while, when they found that Feng Qingxiu had already dealt with that woman, bidding a gentle goodbye to the other before successfully leaving Zhaoyue Peak.

There was a stunned silence for a while.

“What’s the situation?” The black robed boy was dumbfounded, and one could almost see the cowlick on his head that was currently waving in the air like a question mark.

“Just now he first bit his tongue and said that Bai Yue had bumped into his wound, spitting out blood to scare her, and taking advantage of this he found a chance to speak.” Yimeng Qingnu had a complicated expression on her face, “Then he sent her away with just a few pretty words.”

Everyone present looked at the handsome and domineering golden robed youth with unfathomable meaning in their eyes.

You Jia had no expression on his face.

“You Jia, why don’t you learn a little bit from the other.” The yellow robed girl finally couldn’t help covering her lips and laughing uproariously, “No matter what we say we still can’t convince her that we didn’t bully you, and you also don’t explain either, so whatever we say is useless.”

You Jia was a spirit demon, and it was normal to be targeted in all kinds of ways. Qingnu also liked to find fault with him. No matter what traps they set to drive her away, Bai Yue remained unrelenting, stubbornly believing that they were bullying You Jia and as a result, took to following him every day in the name of protection.

It was not that You Jia hadn’t opposed and given her the cold shoulder. Once, he even sent her flying using his sword, but the other only thought “Junior Brother You is untrusting of anyone because of being bullied so much. I can definitely touch him emotionally.” And then became even more caring and sympathetic.

After all, her identity was special, and You Jia couldn’t really beat her to death.

Not only this, several times she also insisted on following him out to train but her reaction was always incredibly slow and exceptionally naive. One moment saying that this flower is too beautiful, please don’t pick it, another moment saying that that grass is too pitiful, please don’t step on it. And even when battling with a fierce beast demon she would insist on something ridiculous like not disturbing other birds and beasts… causing everyone to not dare to team up with You Jia during training.

“Uh, although she was sent away by Feng Qingxiu, that woman is really no longer going to stick to You Jia… right?” The black robed boy asked with uncertainty.

“…” Everyone exchanged speechless glances.

“If she comes again,” You Jia said coldly, “I will show her my original form!”

“Ai, Senior Brother, don’t be impulsive.”

***

When You Jia returned to Wenjian Peak, his home was finally peaceful and free of the noisy presence of others.

He unclasped his sword, his whole body melting like hot wax, and a big squid slowly crawled out of a pile of golden robes. Its body was white, its black eyes looked melancholy and lazy, and its crown was like a spear, though not very big. The tentacles were slender and long. They moved quickly into the pool in the corner of the room. Ten tentacles curled and stretched in the pool, relishing the beauty of life.

He was finally free!

Recently, there had been no time for a relaxing bath because of that woman, and he had almost become a dehydrated squid.

One tentacle stretched out the pool, picked up a shrimp from the large tank on the side, a second tentacle picked up a book, two more tentacles began to brew spiritual tea, another two more began to play the erhu, a seventh one lifted the Net Charm, and the remaining three began to wiggle to the beat of the erhu music.

Now this was the life of the gods!

His father was a large squid of the spirit demon clan native to the sea. At one time he had picked up a seriously injured cultivator in the sea and was about to eat him. Only to be cut into an eight-tentacle squid with his sword and put under a pet contract, forced to search for natural treasures to help that cultivator heal his injuries.

That cultivator was the Sect Leader.

His father was also smart, knowing that this must be a powerful character. He seized the opportunity to express loyalty and was taken to Kun-Lai Mountain as a guardian spiritual beast. Although his home was moved from the sea to a small pond, a few decades later the spiritual beast contract was lifted and the Sect Leader granted him a cultivation method suitable for a spirit demon like him to practice as well as freedom to go back to the sea whenever he wished.

Only idiots would go back. His father and some other spirit demon friends forcibly stayed behind, and in this way their family flourished.

Who knew that the small mountain sect back then would flourish and develop into such a powerhouse in a few hundred years?

Who didn’t envy their family now when visiting relatives with his father back at sea?

As for those fellow human sect disciples who were inferior to him, saying things like the spirit demon races were inferior and second-class to humans?

Ridiculous, did they think there was any difference between the human race and the monkey spirit demons in the eyes of the spirit demon races?

They were just a kind of hairless monkey spirit demon. Since everyone was a spirit demon, what was there to feel inferior about?

After swallowing a tasty shrimp and then taking a sip of tea, You Jia reached out to the pill rack to grab a pill, only to freeze in a daze.

The pill rack that was originally full was now empty.

Whatever, in order to get rid of that woman, what was the loss in sacrificing a handful of pills…

***

Halfway up Qingdi Peak, there was a beautiful small lake surrounded by lush flowers and plants and hundreds of trees, the scenery elegant and beautiful.

A section of a courtyard residence could be seen peeking out among the trees, with only one water pavilion cropping out from the lake.

Bai Yue walked into a small house beside the water pavilion carrying a pouch full of pills.

The moment the door was opened, the faint smell of medicine emanated.

“Your injury hasn’t healed yet, why did you get up again?” Bai Yue hurriedly walked over.

The young man with his upper body bare and wrapped in thick bandages was leaning against the window. He glanced at her lightly, and did not speak.

“These are alchemical pills I got from Senior Brother You Jia. Quickly see which one can relieve your sword injury.” Bai Yue opened the pouch and poured out a bunch of jade bottles containing pills of all kinds.

“Don’t you know?” The young man looked at her as if he was looking at an idiot.

“I… I haven’t been recorded on the Dao Disc. I don’t know how to treat your injury.” Bai Yue was a little sad. When she was studying in the lower school, she had poor grades and didn’t like to study. So by the second year she failed to pass. Her father helped her repeat the lower school four times but every time she got failing marks. Elder Yan refused to even give her a chance to ascend to the inner peaks. As a result, her father could only keep her in Kun-Lai under the identity of an idler. Her Nascent Soul cultivation level was achieved with the intake of alchemical pills but that was about the limit.

And her cousin, Yimeng Qingnu, was simply her nightmare. She believed herself to not lose to the other in terms of beauty and talent, but unlike her, Qingnu entered the Nascent Soul stage without taking any pills. She was always number one in skill and cultivation level, and everyone always said Qingnu would be the next Qingdi Peak Master, and even her father asked her to spend more time with Qingnu and build a good relationship with her.

But she was the daughter of the Peak Master, Qingdi Peak should obviously belong to her!

“You can’t ask You Jia?” The young man hid his dislike and sighed, “My injury is from You Jia’s Heart-Reinforcing Sword and heart veins are damaged. If it can’t be healed I won’t be able to live long.”

“Senior Brother You Jia won’t speak to me. Why don’t I tell my father?”

“I’m afraid it won’t work. My grievances have not been washed away. Your father will arrest me when he sees me.” The young man smiled bitterly, “I will definitely fall into the hands of Qingnu then.”

“You were obviously wronged. The theft of the treasury is something Qingnu blamed on you. Just because you were inside did that mean you were the thief? It would have been better if you didn’t fight back…” The girl sighed, “You accidentally killed two junior brothers, so Elder Yan has said that if you are found and you still put up resistance, you will be rectified on the spot.”

“If I didn’t fight back at the time, I would have died. They were Qingnu’s people.” The young man lowered his head, his handsome face looking disappointed in the light of the sunset, “Don’t mention this anymore, why did you come back so late today?”

Bai Yue relayed how she helped the Sect Leader’s apprentice today, and then after telling him to take care, she went back.

She couldn’t stay for too long, lest her father become suspicious.

After Bai Yue left, the slight smile on the young man’s face disappeared and he said in a deep voice, “Elder Li, did she lie just now?”

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“No.” An elegant sounding voice came from the ring hanging on his neck, “The night of the full moon is coming. You have to go to the treasury again and get what you didn’t take the last time.”

“Bai Yue met the Sect Leader’s apprentice, let me try if I can use him for our purpose.” The young man glanced coldly at the jade bottles on the table, sharp murder intent in his eyes.

One day, he would level Kun-Lai, kill all the men, and let Qingnu, Huang Wei, and Ji Mingyu know what were the consequences of looking down on him.

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Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 025 Is This A Source Of Calamity?

Zhaoyue Peak was not the highest mountain in Kun-Lai, but it was an aloof and steep mountain. Moreover, it was also the residence of Kun-Lai Sect Leader, and few people came.

A wooden house was built halfway up the mountain, hidden among the forest trees. It was difficult to imagine that this was the dwelling of the Human Immortal of the Western Continent.

There was only one hall and one room inside, which was even smaller than the residence of many Kun-Lai disciples.

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However, after his apprentice arrived, Ji Yunlai just waved his hand and set up a new room for his apprentice to live in.

His abilities were close to omnipotent, but the modern style furnishing he made was unable to receive acceptance. So much so that Feng Qingxiu euphemistically expressed that he didn’t need such good living arrangements, just ordinary was fine.

So Ji Yunlai gave him a batch of wooden materials for him to build on his own. He also included the newly compiled “Talisman Seal Combinations”, encouraging him to use seals when constructing his residence, to be rewarded if he succeeded.

His apprentice did not disappoint, learning very quickly and not afraid to ask if he came across something he didn’t understand.

After the seals were drawn, the difficult part became joining them together. There was the issue of connecting one part only for another part to disconnect.

He just couldn’t figure out that not only did he need to connect it with seals instead of using the mortise and tenon connection, but also to make sure the connection possesses the stability of a spiritual artifact.

When he asked, Ji Yunlai threw him two magnets.

Feng Qingxiu quickly set them up. After understanding the attraction and repulsion of Yin and Yang talisman seals, he tested both the eight-level talisman seals and the five element talisman seals, and finally summarized a conclusion.

Ji Yunlai was very satisfied, and then found that his heart to be a teacher was nearly swelling up in pride.

Xiao Qing was really too obedient and intelligent, and it was not boring to be with him at all. He understood everything with just a few pointers and he also treated his studies very seriously.

Kun-Lai’s cultivation was divided into methods and techniques, methods being internal spiritual meditation and techniques being external incantations. If one needed a metaphor, then cultivation methods were like the principle of making all kinds of firearms, and cultivation techniques were all kinds of firearms. If you understand the cultivation method, then naturally all kinds of spiritual techniques and incantations could be learned super fast. If one just studied the incantations and not the cultivation method, then it would always be a single gun, unable to make any other progress. But if one studied cultivation methods one would be able to upgrade and renew, from handgun to cannon.

Kun-Lai’s cultivation method “Supreme Emptiness Immovable True Sutra” had been revised many times, including insight and tips.

Ji Yunlai praised himself as he looked through the manual. That guy actually revised one of the chapters so that the disciples could use their strengths to make up for their shortcomings, such as one’s spiritual roots.

However, it would take some time for him to fully understand the principles written in this chapter.

This manual had been written up to the Synthesis cultivation stage, and was currently still exploring the scope of Human Immortals. Because the former Ji Yunlai had not reached the peak of the Human Immortal stage, the content after the Synthesis stage was scattered and incomplete, or in other words, the former Ji Yunlai did not bother to update during these hundred years.

As for having the current Sect Leader Ji make updates… Ji Yunlai expressed that he would have to study for two more years.

So he decided to first examine Xiao Qing’s Foundation Establishment cultivation method, and at a glance he knew that Xiao Qing’s three spiritual roots were just ordinary talent. However, his comprehension was very good. In such cases, there was no need for the master to say too much, a few tips at key moments would lead to better results.

Two days later, he accidentally saw Xiao Qing browsing a piece of swordsmanship insight on the Net Charm.

“Xiao Qing wants to learn the sword?” Ji Yunlai leaned on the jade couch and asked casually.

“A little bit.” Feng Qingxiu’s hand holding the pen paused for a moment, but he still finished writing before putting down the talisman pen.

“Your sword technique has my style. There are countless Kun-Lai sword techniques. Just tell me which one you want to learn.” Ji Yunlai flipped on the doting master mode.

Feng Qingxiu sat by his side and looked at him with some nervousness: “Master, any sword technique is fine?”

“Of course.” Aiya, was this his apprentice acting coquettish? What a rare experience! Ji Yunlai nodded in a restrained manner. Of course, he had to do his best to teach after accepting an apprentice. If there was not even the awareness of passing on knowledge then what point was there to accept an apprentice?

“I want to learn the Supreme Nine Heavens Calamity Sword.” His disciple said without hesitation.

As a diehard fan for many years, Feng Qingxiu had long admired the peerless swordsmanship that the Sect Leader had made countless contributions with.

Since he first heard the name, he had an inexplicable feeling of fondness. Now that he had an opportunity to learn it, he certainly wouldn’t miss out.

“This is a bit troublesome.” Hearing this, Ji Yunlai frowned slightly.

“Is this apprentice not qualified enough?” Feng Qingxiu asked curiously, “Should I learn other techniques first?”

“The Calamity Sword is a cultivation method where the soul is tempered into a sword,” recalling that his former self had somehow obtained the technique before, Ji Yunlai was also a little curious about what had provoked him to take such a drastic move back then, “Supremity, means forgetting one’s emotions. Nine Heavens, means to use oneself as a mirror to see all things, to cut away the seven emotions and six desires. Every time one emotion is lost, it will become a sword, until reaching the extreme number nine. At the time of its accomplishment, the Supreme Ninth Heaven is reached, where neither emotions nor desires exist.”

Men had three immortal souls and seven mortal souls, the three immortal souls had dominion over wisdom, and the seven mortal souls had dominion over emotions. This sword technique was to draw out the seven mortal souls to construct a cage. The seven mortal souls each represented the emotions happiness, anger, sorrow, fear, love, malice, and desire. The him back then used his seven mortal souls to form a talisman seal ward in his sea of ​​consciousness, and only after killing countless celestial demons was the Calamity Sword born. As the price to be paid, it was normal for his temperament to have changed.

“But Master, you are very, um… natural.” Feng Qingxiu thought of an adjective with difficulty.

“Do you think that the one you heard of in the records is natural, or the one in front of you now is natural?” Ji Yunlai glanced at him sideways and then turned his gaze back to the jumping characters in midair that were currently being calculated. He had been cramming on various cultivation methods recently.

Feng Qingxiu asked lowly: “Just which one is the healthy you?”

“In your heart, have you always been feeling that the current me is the one overtaken by a celestial demon or the sick me?” Ji Yunlai glanced at him again. Just what apprentice would ask his master if he was sick? Was this kid looking for trouble?

“Then, Master, are you still practicing that sword technique?” Seeing his Master unhappy, Feng Qingxiu changed his questioning method.

“Don’t you already have an answer?” Ji Yunlai looked at his gentle and polite appearance and knocked him on his forehead, “Today’s lesson will end here, I’ll let you go for three days, so go back to deal with your private affairs.”

“Yes.” Feng Qingxiu bowed to his master and retreated.

The youth’s figure was like a pine tree, every gesture and movement like flowing water. It was very pleasing to the eye indeed.

Seeing that he was far away, Ji Yunlai then retracted his hand and looked at his slender fingertips.

No one knew better than him the power contained in this seemingly beautiful, slender hand, the ruthless equality when the sword was slashed out.

All beings were equal and no emotions could last. For everything, it was not sharpness, but time that destroyed and annihilated.

Everything was nothing.

Therefore, when he slashed out with that sword for the first time, he became startled by the horrific power of that sword, causing him a moment of hesitation which allowed the two spirit demons a chance to escape.

Naturally, he hadn’t practiced the Calamity Sword, otherwise he would still be the former Ji Yunlai. Just from the descriptions, he could imagine the boundless feeling of emptiness in his heart after practicing such a sword technique.

If he did not continue to temper the sword, no matter how powerful it was, it could not exist for too long.

But the Calamity Sword was his strongest and deadliest technique. If he lost it, he had to come up with a new offense quickly—in fact he couldn’t even let others know of his changes.

He was the guardian god of Kun-Lai, and there were too many people coveting Kun-Lai whether it was the Central Continent or the Outlands.

He knew better than anyone, that no matter how much those people say they miss the original Ji Yunlai, what they needed was still the Xing Dao Master who wielded the Calamity Sword and deterred all sentient beings.

Not the sixteen-year-old Ji Yunlai.

***

Feng Qingxiu seemed to have come across a big secret and was feeling a lot of pressure.

When he walked out of Zhaoyue Peak’s great wards, the pressure he felt became even greater.

Ji Mingyu and Ye Han were waiting for him just outside.

It was unknown how long they had been waiting.

“Feng Qingxiu,” Ye Han took the initiative to greet him, “You’ve finally come out?”

A lot of the dark gloominess on this young man’s face had dispersed, and under the sunlight he appeared to be just another sunny and handsome young man.

After the two parties exchanged greetings, Ye Han said simply and decisively: “I have decided to go down and start relearning from the lower school. Of course, my cultivation level will not fall behind. Elder Yan has accepted my request. I hope you can forgive the unpleasantness between us in the past.”

Feng Qingxiu was a bit surprised, and looked over at Ji Mingyu, wanting to know what had happened.

This was Ye Han? Not someone pretending to be Ye Han?

“I said I would accompany him down in the lower school.” Ji Mingyu looked at him with a little envy, “I never went to the outer sect, and I won’t reveal my identity this time while studying in the outer sect. Maybe after I go there, I will know why my father chose you and not me.”

So actually it was Ye Han accompanying you? He must light a candle for them!

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you,” Feng Qingxiu actually also didn’t know why his master was interested in him either, “but I believe you will succeed.”

“Thank you, your family has been waiting outside for a long time.” After giving the message to Feng Qingxiu, Ji Mingyu smiled and said, “There are a lot of people, goodbye.”

Feng Qingxiu nodded and thanked her, knowing what was waiting for him.

Then he looked over at the other young group of elite cultivators who were waiting for him as well.

The group of young cultivators exchanged looks with each other.

The lovely and graceful looking Yimeng Qingnu chuckled, her voice traveling hundreds of miles. Almost at the same time, using a finger as a whip, a cracking power snaked through the air sharply, and an invisible energy suddenly hit Feng Qingxiu.

A Nascent Soul against a Foundation Establishment, Feng Qingxiu had no ability to resist, and he also did not dodge either. Looking at this situation, it seems to be a show of power?

There were no wounds on his body, but the clothes on him were torn in several places, a faint red mark appearing on his chest.

“Eldest Senior Brother, forgive this little sister for being impudent.” Qingnu said casually then turned and left.

“Don’t waste time, she’s here.” The girl in yellow robes frowned.

“Got it.” They left very quickly, leaving behind a somewhat confused Feng Qingxiu.

But he soon understood when a gentle and beautiful girl in white strided over in anger.

Even the beauty of a celestial fairy could not describe her looks, however the girl’s demeanor was really something overwhelming.

In just an instant, she had already rushed to him: “Senior Brother Feng, how are you hurt? They are just too much! Let me see your injury… I didn’t expect him to be this kind of person, and after how much I’ve taken care of Senior Brother You!”

Feng Qingxiu was dumbfounded for a while, but soon instantly recovered, hugging his clothes to himself tight and pushing her away: “This young lady, who are you, I don’t know you…”

“Actually, you are younger than me, so I’ll just call you junior brother, don’t worry, I won’t hurt you…”

“No, please let go first…”

***

“You Jia, how will you thank us?” Qingnu watched from a distance, covering her mouth as she chuckled.

“Many thanks,” said the handsome young man in golden robes.

“That junior sister always feels that everyone is bullying you and as a result likes to be your protector every day. Senior Brother You is too heartless.” The girl in yellow robes couldn’t help but laugh.

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“That junior sister has countless suitors. It is a pity that you refuse, Senior Brother You,” added the boy in black.

“Shut up!” You Jia said angrily.

“Demolishing the bridge after crossing the river…” (TN: to abandon one’s benefactor upon achieving one’s goal)

“That’s right, shame on you!”

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 047 Greed And Ill-Gotten Gains

When the King stepped on the ground, the loud noise in his ears disappeared, and a strange music took its place.

“We’ve arrived, Your Majesty.”

The Devil said as he let go of the King, but he still stood very close to the King.

The King clearly saw the appearance of the land of the Lord of “greed and ill-gotten wealth”.

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It seemed as if this place was built on the bones of some ancient giant whale monster. The place where they just sailed down was the mouth of the giant whale. And now they were in the abdomen of the giant whale, with white ribs propping up the area on top of their heads. The space was vast and huge and permeated with strange smells.

This style of using white bones to construct buildings…..The King subconsciously recalled the palace built by the Rose family in the heart of the dragon.

——Could the Rose family have some kind of connection with hell?

The air was humid and musty, but the surrounding area was not completely without light.

Countless gold, silver, and jewels were piled up everywhere, the gold and gems shining brilliantly. They emitted light that tempted people’s minds and illuminated the surrounding area splendidly and magnificently. The treasures here were piled up like mountains, and from time to time there would be gold coins falling from the void above their heads.

After the King stepped onto the ground, the Devil opened the black umbrella again.

The difference was that this time, he handed the black umbrella to the King: “Forgive me for my brief negligence. I will have to trouble Your Majesty to hold the umbrella for a while.”

The King took the umbrella and looked up at the gold coins that kept falling from the void. They were wet, as if they had just been fished out of the sea.

The Devil explained to the King in a low voice.

The Lord here was in charge of the authority of “greed and ill-gotten wealth”. It often used its own envoy ships to penetrate its power into the oceans of the mortal world. The envoy ships would collect the wealth of sunken ships that had sunk into the bottom of the sea, and then send it continuously here. Among the objects sent over included those human souls captured by the envoy ships.

The wealth that the King saw right now was what it had accumulated over a thousand years.

“The scope of salvage includes the Legrand waters, right?”

The King held the umbrella and raised his eyebrows.

The Devil understood the King’s meaning in an instant.

——The envoy ships had salvaged the sunken ships in the waters of Legrand, and according to Legrand’s law, that wealth belonged to the royal family.

The Devil was actually unable to answer the King’s words for a while.

“You are really a qualified monarch.”

He praised sincerely.

Not forgetting to uphold Legrand’s laws even in hell. Wasn’t this an extremely qualified——to a certain extent——monarch?

“Please keep silent later.”

The Devil told him, and then led the King forward.

The palace of the Lord of “greed and ill-gotten wealth” was built not far in front of them. The palace was very tall, but the architectural style was completely different from that of the mortal world. It was more like a temple than a palace, lined with countless pillars and topped with many beams that look like the ridges of aquamarine creatures.

The top of the palace was too high from the ground, and the light emitted from the treasure was limited, so one could only faintly make out the shadows of what seemed to be many giant snakes coiled around the top of the pillars.

The King walked forward for a while and understood why the Devil had him continue to hold the black umbrella.

There was a continuous drip of viscous liquid from above, and the black umbrella seemed to have a certain power to block the mucus like it did with the rain of sulfur and fire.

As for the Devil himself…..the liquids disappeared before they even got close to him.

“Who dares to disturb the slumber of the great Manlisk?”

The King had just stepped into the palace, when a slow voice, as if countless mucus was stuck in the throat, sounded from the depths of the palace.

The palace was different from the outside. The inside of the palace was exceptionally dark and was surrounded by countless tides of dark green gas, causing everything to seem blurred. The King could only vaguely see an incomparably huge throne placed in the middle of the palace, and some kind of humongous existence coiled around that throne.

“It’s me.”

The Devil said. He seemed to be no stranger to this place.

“Ah…..” The voice was delayed for a moment, “An unwelcome guest…..Why have you come here? The great Manlisk doesn’t welcome you.”

That being said, the owner of the voice did not take any further action, and seemed to be a little wary of the Devil.

The dark green mist around him quickly rolled inward, and after the mist retracted the jewels in the palace sparkled brightly again. The King could now see clearly what the Lord of “greed and ill-gotten wealth” looked like.

Its appearance was a huge sea monster beyond imagination.

It was somewhat like an octopus, with thousands of tentacles. The tentacles were full of suckers and they densely coiled around the surrounding area. The suckers on each tentacle were either sucking bright jewels or sucking white bones. It would seem that what the King had seen coiled on the top of the pillars and beams were not giant snakes, but its tentacles.

In addition, it had a huge skull covered with scales, and a dark red single eye grew in the middle of the skull.

“It’s great to see you, Manlisk.”

The Devil said with a smile.

Lord Manlisk snorted angrily, expressing its completely opposite emotions.

“Strange…..” The Lord turned its huge eye to the King standing under the black umbrella. “Who is this fellow you brought? Why can’t I feel his breath? Where did you pick up this dessert? “

“Be respectful, Manlisk. This is my master.”

Said the Devil.

“Your master…..” Lord Manlisk said slowly, and when it spoke, the tentacles around it squirmed together, “Oh…..the devils’ set of ways. Don’t you even think of getting any wealth from me.”

“Don’t worry.” The Devil said briskly, “Your gold is covered with your saliva, I don’t want it.”

“Then why have you come looking for me?”

“My dear master has a little problem that has something to do with you.” The Devil took a few steps forward. “His servants met your envoy ship at sea. I hope you can forgive those ants for daring to offend you…..He hopes that you can retrieve the contract imposed by the envoy ship.”

The King slightly lifted his umbrella and looked silently at the smiling Devil.

They hadn’t said anything about getting a contract back before they came here.

The Devil put a hand behind his back, and gestured subtly at the King.

“You know…..” The Lord’s scarlet single eye turned to the talking Devil, his eyes revealing a greedy and unkind light, “That would not be any benefit to me.”

“Please rest assured, my master is willing to exchange enough wealth. I have already brought them over.”

The Devil bowed slightly, and three crimson boxes suddenly appeared in front of him.

The Devil’s pale hands flicked at the boxes one by one, and the boxes opened with a “click” and bright light shone out of them. The first box was filled with gold, the second box was filled with gems, and the third box was filled with a dagger sheathed in a scabbard made of gold and inlaid with many precious stones.

“What is that?”

The Lord’s eye was firmly captivated by the dagger.

“The dragon bone dagger.”

The Devil answered.

Heavy breathing sounded in the palace, and the King saw that the dark red pupil of the Lord’s eye expanded in an instant as it stared fixedly at the dagger. There was an uncomfortable rubbing sound coming from above his head as the Lord’s tentacles squirmed and slid across the beams, some of the tentacles dropping down from the beams.

The King squeezed slightly at the handle of the umbrella.

The Devil stretched out his hand and closed the box with a “slap”: “What do you think? Are these enough to retrieve the contract from you?”

“Although it is not up to my standards, based on our friendship, I shall reluctantly agree .” The Lord said, several tentacles stretching out from behind its entrenched throne, and then some gems flew out from the pile of treasures on the left and right. Then the tentacles seem to draw a few times in mid-air.

As the tentacles drew in mid-air, black lines penetrated into those gems.

Then the tentacles extended in front of the Devil, the gems tightly attached to the suckers.

“I give this to you, and you give that to me.”

“No, no.” The Devil refused. He didn’t even look at the gems. “Do you take me for a fool? Mr. Manlisk? Please condense your seal of authority to completely remove the imprints on them, otherwise you don’t even need to think about taking away the treasures.”

The tentacles flexed abruptly, seeming like they might launch an attack at any time.

Suddenly, a rapid air current swirled around the surrounding area and the King heard the tentacles above his head moving as fast as vipers, sliding against the stone pillars and making an unbearable sound in the eardrums.

The atmosphere became tense.

The Devil and the Lord were in a stalemate. The King held the black umbrella and remained silent.

The Lord’s gaze stuck to the box with the dragon bone dagger in the hands of the Devil, and finally it slowly said: “Fine…..the great Manlisk will let go of their souls and forgive their sins.”

“But…..”

Its tone changed.

“You don’t have a thing like credibility, how can I believe that you will carry out the exchange according to the conditions? Will you really give me those things?”

“Hey!” The Devil protested loudly, “Please don’t slander me in front of my master, or discredit my reputation.”

The Lord replied with merciless ridicule: “The lies of all the fellows in the entirety of hell add up to less than yours!”

The King felt that on this point, he supported the Lord.

——Judging from the current situation, the Devil’s invitation to hell was more than just a simple “trip”.

“Alright, fine.” The Devil was a little embarrassed, “I will leave the dragon bone dagger in the possession of my master, while I go forward and take the contract from you. After you give the contract to me, my master will naturally give you it——He’s just a mortal, how about it? Will this do?”

The Lord fell into deep thought and seemed to have a great distrust of the Devil, but he thought for a long time and did not come up with a better way. The Devil indeed had what he wanted.

In the end it had to reluctantly agreed, but there was a condition:

The King must retreat to the palace gate alone.

“My dear master, please trust me.”

The Devil handed the box with the dragon bone dagger to the King, and at the same time quickly spoke in a lowered voice.

Believe in a devil who was full of lies and impure purposes?

The King’s face was expressionless, holding an umbrella in one hand and a box in the other as he backed out of the great hall.

As the King slowly retreated, many tentacles between the beams of the palace above his head moved along with him.

The Devil walked alone to the throne of the Lord: “Alright, now you can condense the seal of authority and lift the mark of contract.”

The Lord’s gaze was fixed on the King, and its tentacles coiled on the throne curled up, a thin tentacled protruding from under the throne. Dark green mist condensed over the tentacle, finally forming a small bone ring. After this bone ring was condensed, a completely different air current seemed to rise in the hall.

The King stood near the entrance of the main hall with the black umbrella.

At this moment, he seemed to hear countless solemn musical instruments, the musical sounds shattering in the wind, as if they were the relics of ancient times.

“Now, it’s your turn to let him give me the thing.”

The Lord used the ring face of the bone ring to stamp on the gemstones one by one before urging.

“Please allow me to check them over first.”

The Devil put the box of gold and the box of gems on the sucker of a tentacle to show that he did not plan to violate the deal.

The Lord took the bone ring back, tightly guarding it in a sucker, and then handed the first of those gems to the Devil.

The Devil picked it up and looked at it for a moment: “Well…..it looks alright.”

“The most unreliable guy in hell actually has the face to say this to others.” The Lord muttered with dissatisfaction.

“You are correct.”

The Devil held the gem and looked up with a smile.

“So——”

The next second, a bone scepter suddenly appeared in his hand, and it pierced at the Lord’s dark red eye at the speed of lightning.

“I’m not here to do business.”

“You damn bastard!”

The tentacles around the throne rolled in an instant, and at that moment, before the Lord’s single eye was protected behind a swarm of tentacles, its angry voice resounded through the entire huge hall, shaking all the pillars and making them let out a frightful humming sound. The ground also shook, and golden bars and gems began to roll down the surrounding mountains of treasures.

“What are you intending to do!”

The Devil did not reply.

There was still a smile on his face, and that smile was like a mask that would never be taken off and fixed forever on his face. He held the white bone scepter that appeared out of thin air. The other end of the scepter was firmly curled by a dozen tentacles, and dark blood was rolling down the scepter.

The Devil slashed diagonally downward with the scepter like one with when wielding a sword.

Those tentacles were covered with a thick layer of mucus, and the tentacles themselves were extremely hard, but when the Devil cut down, deep wounds appeared on those tentacles.

“Do you remember? Who was the last person who died under this scepter?”

The Devil asked with a smile.

The Lord understood his intention now.

An angry voice sounded throughout the palace: “You want to destroy me?! This is my domain! You, a guy who has lost his domain, want to go to war with me in my own domain?! You are provoking the dignity of the great Manlisk!! You will pay for this!”

“Please hold the umbrella well.”

Against the Lord’s wrath, the Devil only turned his head and smiled at the King as always.

The King stood in the palace and watched the sudden outbreak of a fight.

This was a scene that was enough to make all ordinary people tremble in fear. The tentacles like giant snakes waved and slid around at high speeds, and each of the tentacles seemed to have its own awareness. At the same time, they attacked the Devil who suddenly turned hostile and revealed his fangs. The suckers of the tentacles sucked onto long swords and long daggers taken from the mountains of treasure.

Those swords and daggers were no ordinary weapons, and they made crisp metallic sounds in mid-air.

Tentacles, black mist, a sky full of flying blades, and countless raining gold and gems…..

All of this was not a scene that would appear in heroic legends, because the sides of the battle were both evil.

In front of this battle between the Devil and the Lord, the King was as small as all mortals who wandered into here by mistake.

Many snake-like tentacles dropped from the top of the beams. The suckers on those tentacles suddenly opened, revealing countless fangs within. Each sucker was as large as half the size of a grown man in diameter, and they swept toward the King, intent on ripping the King to pieces and devouring him whole.

——Please hold the umbrella well.

The King’s face was expressionless, so calm it was practically indifferent.

The wind was raging, the King was surrounded by countless tentacles coiled like giant pythons, and those tentacles continued to snake and spiral around him. The tentacles approached the King, threatening him, but once it attempted to make contact, they would be shocked away by the black umbrella, and the King under the umbrella remained completely unharmed. In the vortex formed by the tentacles, the King stood upright, holding the umbrella firmly.

He held the handle of the black umbrella, just like holding a sword.

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The box containing the so-called “dragon bone dagger” was also held in his other hand, and he did not let go.

The tentacles’ tentative probing were continuously shaken off, and finally they dispersed slightly, just waiting for the opportunity to attack again.

The King’s field of vision was no longer blocked.

He raised his eyes and looked at the battle between the Devil and the Lord.

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 046 The King’s Journey In Hell

“Now, my dear Majesty, please allow me to act as your guide, as we go on a pleasant journey to find the lord who has authority over ‘greed and ill-gotten wealth’.” The Devil said to the King.

He blew a clear whistle.

The surface of the lake of sumptuous fire which was closest to the Devil and the King rippled, and the bone carriage that the King was familiar with rose from inside, bathed in sulphurous fire. The nightmare horses trotted out of the lake at a brisk pace. They obediently trotted to the King and lowered their heads, as if they wanted to nudge against the King affectionately.

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But when the Devil looked at them kindly, they only dared to stand still in place.

“Your Majesty, please.”

The Devil lifted the carriage curtains made of finely broken sickle and bat bones for the King, and then hung it considerately on the side.

The King got on the bone carriage.

This carriage was indeed more suitable for hell. It was exquisite and gorgeous as it rolled on the endless stretch of scorched earth, the non-man made exquisiteness of the carriage complemented the dark red sky and the fiery lakes.

The four skulls on the wheels clacked their jaws and made colliding sounds “Da, Da, Da”. If you could ignore this rather horrifying image, the sounds they made were rather like cheerful folk drumming. The Devil scolded them slightly, and drove the carriage across the black soil of hell.

The King’s journey in hell had begun.

The King saw the carriage passing over the sulfurous fiery lakes with white smoke rising out of them as if it was flat ground. The four skulls on the carriage opened their jaw bones and sucked in the white smoke that got close to the carriage so as not to let them float towards the King.

The carriage moved forward and quickly reached the mountain ridges that the King had seen before.

After he got closer, he increasingly felt that the steep mountain was like a blade, stretching a very long distance, the protruding rocks seeming to be sickles of the god of death inserted on the vertical mountain wall.

When the carriage drove up close to the mountain, the corpses hanging in rows turned around automatically. The King could see clearly that there were ropes as thin as spider silk around their necks, their necks looking almost to be strangled, heads hanging low. As the carriage passed by, some of the corpses’ heads nodded up and down slightly, as if they were saluting the carriage.

“What are those? Why are they hanging there?”

The King asked.

“They are the bodies of the herded souls, a bunch of uninteresting fellows.”

The Devil replied as he waved his whip towards the canine-toothed mountain above, making a crisp sound in mid-air. As the whip sounded, the suspended corpses trembled violently and turned back around, no longer facing the King.

“Hell for herders and the herded is where their corpses can be found. Their clothes are covered densely with maggots, but that is too disgusting, not worthy to enter Your Majesty’s sight.”

The King memorized the key term “the herded”.

The carriage passed through the crisscrossing peaks and onto a narrow valley. Through the carriage window, the King saw countless bones inlaid on the rocks on both sides, as if they were ancient fossils. Some of those skeletons had wings and long tails, some had fin-like spines as well as sharp beaks…..

It seemed that the creatures were pieced together on these two rocky mountain sides without any regard for rules.

“This is the wall of a hundred insects.”

The Devil explained, pointing out for the King to look at the bones that were intertwined and connected together.

“All the fellows who are not recognized and do not belong to any compendium are thrown here. They are called ‘insects’. They must fight with all their strength and live by swallowing each other.”

“Are they dead now?”

“Yes.” The Devil cracked his whip, shattering a skeleton with bat wings and fish tails. “They are long dead…..But in the past, the insects here were immortal, and the fires here burned eternally.”

His words seemed to hide other words.

The nightmare horses whinnied lowly. They pulled the carriage out of this awe-inspiring and yet depressing valley, and left behind the mountain walls with countless bones densely overlapping.

“Please don’t look back, Your Majesty.”

The Devil said in his position in the front of the carriage.

“On this journey, please keep this in mind.”

His tone was a little serious, but soon, he chuckled lowly, the sound cheerful.

“Of course! If you want to, I will definitely agree with both hands.”

The carriage moved forward and passed a long wasteland full of bones. The King clearly saw that among the overlapping bones on the ground, there were many skeletons with its hand stretched out and its finger bones bent upward to grasp something.

The Devil said that this was a very common wasteland in hell that was specially used to throw garbage, and there was nothing much to say about it.

A small piece of skull rolled fearlessly towards the carriage, and the skulls embedded on the wheels seemed to feel provoked, opening their mouths and suddenly spitting out a red tongue of fire, burning that piece of skull until nothing was left.

The King could clearly hear a faint painful wailing.

The carriage drove out of this wasteland before stopping.

“Your Majesty, we are going to change our way of transportation now.” The Devil jumped down from the carriage, opened the black umbrella with one hand, and extended his other hand to the King.

He led the King out of the carriage.

The King stepped on the hard black soil and saw that they were in front of the long winding river.

“This is the long river of hell. All guilty and unpardoned souls will be thrown here, waiting to be sent to the next trial.”

The Devil said, making sure to pay attention to whether he had restrained his aura enough, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome if all of these fellows were unable to move.

Under the circumstances that the Devil intended, the dead souls did not notice him this time, nor did they notice the King standing on the bank of the river. They continued to squeeze forward with difficulty. The King took two steps forward to observe these overlapping dead souls more closely.

Most of them were not whole anymore.

When the King looked around, he only saw the soul of a beautiful woman that appeared somewhat more complete than the rest.

The woman dressed as a noble lady held a man’s head in her arms lovingly as one would treat a lover. However, she had a sharp dagger in her mouth. A headless body followed the lady, moving forward with difficulty. The King keenly discovered that the style of the clothes on these souls were all very old, and no soul wore clothes of more recent times.

The Devil did not explain this.

He held up his black umbrella, raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

“Snap.”

The King saw that not far in front of them, a cloud of white mist appeared on the long river of hell. A small boat without sails sailed out of the white mist.

“That is one of my demonic envoys, Your Majesty.”

The Devil said to the King.

The boat looked very light on the long river. The King could clearly see the “demonic envoy” mentioned by the Devil. It was a monster at a height lower than average and wore a white mask. Spread out behind the demonic envoy were huge black bat wings that didn’t match its body shape at all.

The demonic envoy used its pair of bat wings to row the boat and sail past the dead souls like a gust of wind.

The demonic envoy sailed the boat to the shore, and the Devil led the King onto the boat.

After boarding the ship, the King discovered that the boat only looked small. After boarding it, he could feel that it was very spacious within and standing on it was like standing on the ground.

The Devil led the King to the bow.

“We will sail all the way down to the location of the Lord I mentioned to you.”

Don’t know when but fire rain falling from the sky became heavier and heavier. The Devil held the black umbrella firmly and blocked the fireball-like rain for the King.

In the King’s field of vision, hell became more exotically beautiful and magnificent because of this “torrential rain.” Those red and golden fiery raindrops joined together into a heavy curtain of rain that connected the black earth with the dark red sky. Looking around, the strange black mountains also seemed to have become more beautiful in the fiery rain.

A kind of beauty that was beyond common knowledge.

The King did not dislike this kind of scenery.

The boat traveled very fast, passing through the fiery rain. When it passed a huge mountain wall, something caught the King’s attention.

“What is that?”

The King asked.

He saw a giant eye embedded in the mountain wall, and that single giant eye was as high as ten St. Wyth Church combined. It also seemed to sense the King’s gaze, its pupils turning and looking down at the very small boat when compared to its size.

“That’s the eye of wisdom and true knowledge. It later belonged to hell. Oh, look there, its twin brother is over there.”

The Devil held the umbrella and pointed out for the King.

Following the direction he pointed to, the King saw that there was indeed a closed mouth under the giant eye. Because it was too big and integrated with the mountainous rocks, it was difficult to discover it.

At this time the huge eye embedded in the rocks suddenly began to shed bloody tears slowly.

The mouth under it opened and spoke something.

The voice was thick and heavy like thunder, and was in a language that was by no means human. The King did not understand.

The Devil seemed a little too silent.

“What did it say?”

“Do you really want to know?” The Devil asked back, “that is something spoken by the famous ‘evil and destiny’.”

“Yes, I am certain.”

The King replied.

“It said——”

“The king will never be at peace. [1]”

These words seemed to have some strange magical power. When it was spoken from the Devil’s mouth, the speed of the fiery rain falling down around them slowed down a lot. The King also became silent.

In silence, the boat passed by this mountain wall.

Suddenly, what appeared before the King was an incomparable castle.

From a distance, the King saw that on the barren land, curved snake bones meandered up the dark mountain peaks, the countless spires of the towers leaving impressive shadows on the dark red sky. The King’s breathing slowed slightly.

It seemed that his pupils could only reflect the image of the castle.

The Devil was abnormally quiet, just holding the umbrella next to him and looking at the castle together with him, without giving any explanation.

The speed of the boat picked up at this stage, and within a few breaths, the castle was left behind.

An impulse.

The King wanted to take another look at the castle made up of snake bones and mountain peaks. However, he remembered what the Devil said back at the “wall of a hundred insects”, so he restrained the impulse.

The Devil next to him sighed with regret.

“What place is that?”

“You will know later.”

The Devil changed from the previous loquacious attitude he had in front of him, and only simply said one sentence.

“Now…..”

The Devil hooked the King’s shoulders. The speed of the river picking up was not for no reason. They seemed to have come to the end of the long river on the surface of the ground. It turned sharply down, flowing through a huge hole, and falling downwards.

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The Devil closed the umbrella and guarded the King in his arms.

“Our journey is coming to an end, Your Majesty.”

He said.

Amidst a loud noise, the King and the Devil as well as their little boat fell down from the big cliff that was nearly at ninety degrees. They were swallowed by the hole that opened like the mouth of a giant beast, swept down into the darkness of its throat.

AN: Welcome to a journey in hell with the King.

[1] Quoted from Shakespeare

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 045 A Trip To Hell

“My dear Majesty, I was just about to come see you.”

The tide-like black mist flowed on the ground, and the Devil walked out of the thick, viscous darkness wearing his exquisite and gorgeous black formal suit. He pressed a hand across his chest and bowed slightly to salute the King.

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“I am glad to receive your rare summon.”

The King put down his rolled up sleeves.

According to the contract he signed with the Devil, he could summon the Devil if necessary. The King asked the former Knight Templar commander and confirmed that his contract with the Devil was different from that with ordinary dark creatures. His contract would not have any visible signs that would reveal his identity as a contractor, and even the Holy Court would not be able to detect it.

Only the King and the Devil could initiate the contract.

The Devil stepped on the soft carpet, walked over to where the King was sitting, and knelt down. He stretched out his hand to take over for the King, carefully smoothing the folds on his sleeves, and did up the buttons: “Is there anything you need from me? Your Majesty.”

After the Devil finished buttoning up for the King, he still did not stand up. Instead, he took the King’s hand with the rose ring worn on it and raised his head to look up at the King.

The King looked at his hand.

“Yah.”

The Devil showed a harmless smile.

“You are wearing the ancestral ring of the Rose family on your hand…..There is nothing wrong with being cautious, yes? Your Majesty.”

The King sneered: “You say this as if you haven’t tried to throw stones at me when I am down, again and again.”

“As your loyal hell knight, I have never done such a thing.” The Devil said unblinkingly, not a speck of guilt to be had.

——He just wanted to take the King back to hell, how could he be considered throwing stones at him?

The Devil knew very well just how “hellish” his Majesty’s style of doing things was. He didn’t think that the King would summon him for nothing…..Ai, though he did hope that the King would summon him from time to time. This way he could express his loyalty to the King. However, the King did not seem to think so. What a shame.

“About the matter of the ghost ship.”

The King looked down at the Devil.

“Please allow me to know the details, Your Majesty.”

The Devil seemed to have thought of something.

The King briefly recounted what happened to the Walway pirates, and then casually mentioned the “pardon from the king of that world” in the words of the witch. He stared at the Devil with icy blue eyes, attempting to decipher any information from his countenance.

The Devil was happy: “That is really a smart witch, besides Your Majesty, who else can be called King?”

The King looked at him.

These words seemed to contain a lot of things, but the Devil’s habitual exaggerated tone and mouth full of lies made it impossible not to tack on a few question marks.

“Do you want to know?” The Devil keenly noticed the King’s examining gaze and he knew what the King was thinking. He spoke enthusiastically. “I’d be very happy to tell you everything. As long as it is you who ask me, I will tell you everything I know. As long as you want to know…..”

“Forget it, I don’t want to.”

The King interrupted him.

The Devil sighed regretfully.

His Majesty was too shrewd and never willing to be fooled easily.

“Do you have any answers about the ghost ship that the Walway pirates encountered?”

“That’s not a ghost ship, Your Majesty.” The Devil smiled sardonically, “Those poor and ignorant pirates must have likely come across the dark world’s ship and unknowingly treated it as if it was one of those half alive alchemical ships.”

After the Devil’s explanation, the King understood the cause.

The “nether ships” that the Walway pirates looked for in the past were actually the remaining creations of ancient alchemists and was an existence that was half alive. In the legendary age before the Holy Court had expanded its influence and alchemists had not disappeared from the world, there were many half alive magical ships with different tempers that sailed across the Abyss Strait.

These semi-living ships themselves belong to the world of mortals, so they could sign contracts with humans.

However, the “ghost ship” discovered by the Walway pirates in Hanler Bay was not included in this list.

“That must be a messenger ship of a Lord of Hell, and that guy is in charge of ‘greed and ill-gotten wealth’——after the people who boarded the ship step on a certain limit, they would be convicted with a crime. The curse on those pirates is actually a judgement he issued. Your Majesty, there are rules in the mortal world, the same as there are rules in hell.” The Devil replied.

He seemed to be eager to answer any questions for the King, but in fact his answers only led to more questions.

Why did these semi-living ships exist? Where were the alchemists of the legendary age? What was hidden behind the expansion of the Holy Court…..The Devil cleverly hid these questions that were enough to arouse anyone’s curiosity in the answers he gave, waiting for the King’s further inquiry.

The King looked at him for a while and said coldly, “So that’s how it is.”

Oh! A “so that’s how it is”!

And then he just wouldn’t ask anymore!

The Devil was helpless: “The witch is right. Of course you can solve this problem of the pirates. However…..”

He let go of the King’s hand and stood up.

“You need something else.”

“What?”

“An invitation.”

The Devil leaned over gracefully and reached out a hand to the King.

“Will you take a trip to hell with me? My dear Majesty.”

The King did not answer, but slightly raised his eyebrows and looked at his outstretched hand.

The dark eyes of the Devil stared at the King, and that familiar, unfathomable smile was on his face: “Relax, Your Majesty. I have no plans to break the contract now.”

In other words, you had always wanted to violate the contract?

The King thought.

He stretched out his hand.

The smile of the Devil expanded a bit wider.

The black mist, thick and tidal-like, rolled up, enveloping the entire room.

The black mist dissipated, and the cold moonlight penetrated through the window and fell on the chair by the window. The young king closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as if he was asleep.

………………

The King opened his eyes.

He heard the frantic flapping of wings and the hoarse and unpleasant crowing of a kind of bird.

The King looked up and saw a huge door standing a distance in front of him. Inside the door was a turbulent vortex of blood red and pitch black colors. The frequency of the flapping wings increased.

The King finally retracted his gaze and looked up at his side. On a black tree on his left, a crow was hopping excitedly on a branch, flapping frantically and crowing at him in an urgent manner.

The King looked at the crow in silence.

…..Was it his imagination? Why was it that he felt that this dark crow was trying to speak to him?

The crow seemed like it was nearly about to pass out with excitement. Seeing the King looking towards it, it hurriedly flapped its wings, flying off the branches. It screeched while flying around the King, trying to express something with his actions.

The King determined that it was indeed talking to him.

“What is it saying?”

The King looked at the Devil.

“It is praising you for having the most beautiful eyes in the world, praising you for having the most beautiful face it has ever seen, but this guy has limited vocabulary, so please don’t take it to heart.” The Devil looked very apologetic.

The crow turned angrily and flew towards the Devil, flapping its wings frantically and lifting its claws. The King got a feeling that it wanted to claw out the Devil’s eyes.

The Devil remained calm as usual, stretching out a hand and slapping the crow onto the ground: “Oh, it is actually called Mela, but this is not something worth remembering.”

“Hello, Mela.”

The King looked down at the crow that was slapped onto the ground by the Devil, seeming to still be getting over the dizziness.

The crow struggled, wanting to fly back up again when it suddenly heard the King’s voice. It suddenly paused in a very human-like manner, and then with a swishing sound, its black wings folded together and covered its little head.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Like I said! This is just an idiot, there is no need to pay it much attention.”

The Devil bent over and lifted the crow whose head was still covered with its wings, and threw it on the branch carelesy. The crow angrily flapped opened its wings to reveal its dark red eyes, wanting to peck at the Devil’s hand. The Devil’s reaction was quick, and he withdrew his hand.

“Look! Not only stupid, but also a bad temper!”

The King looked at the Devil calmly. The Devil was smiling, his face always seeming to have a smiling mask firmly in place.

The King withdrew his gaze: “What is that?”

He was asking about the door.

“The gate of purgatory, passing through it is the territory of hell.” The Devil remembered something, “Because Your Majesty does not completely belong to hell yet, you cannot enter in the nightmare carriage, so please allow me the following tiny offense.”

The King did not answer, but acquiesced by taking two steps forward.

The Devil and the King walked towards the gate of purgatory together, and the King could clearly see the words engraved on the gate. The Devil seemed to be waiting for the King to ask what happened to the two lines that were crossed out, but the King just looked at it for a while before saying to the Devil, “Let’s go.”

The Devil sighed regretfully.

He pinned a bright red rose to the collar of the King’s shirt, and then leaned forward slightly. He was much taller than the King, and when he leaned down, it was at a perfect angle to whisper in the King’s ear: “Well, then…..welcome to hell, my dear Majesty.”

The King heard him chuckle, and then he felt the other embracing him.

In his field of vision, countless black butterflies hovered and flew in the air, enclosing the King and the Devil together.

The crow that was on the tree branch flapped its wings, watching the Devil and the King disappear in front of the gate of purgatory.

——In the entirety of hell, only he could take the Majesty of now through the gate of purgatory.

………………

Chaos.

It seemed like the world was plunged into the deep seabed, surrounded by endless dark and bloody vortexes. The only thing that seemed to be real was the Devil’s power that was embracing him.

He had clearly passed through the gate of purgatory, but the King felt as if he was falling down midair.

Until he touched the ground again.

“We have arrived, Your Majesty.”

The voice of the Devil rang in his ears.

At the same time, the King heard other noises——like the sound of the wind passing over the land and its faint sorrowful wailing.

He opened his eyes.

Hell unfolded before the eyes of the King.

The dark red sky that was bleeding all the time, the never-ending rain of fire. The scorched earth, dotted lakes of sulfur and fire and white steaming mist. The sharp, bladelike mountain ridges, the countless corpses hanging from it, the white souls of the departed meandering by…..

The Devil stood beside the King. He plucked a black umbrella out of thin air and opened it with a click, holding it over the King’s head to block the rain of fire.

“This is hell.”

After a long time, the King spoke.

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His pupils reflected the dark red sky, the ink black earth, the red gold sulfur lake, and the pale white souls of the departed.

The pupils of the Devil reflected his image.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

This was hell.

The dead and barren hell which had been waiting for your return.

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Bird Dude Nie Bufan CH 080 The Fight To Capture That Shou Part 4

In Fusheng Temple, the Teacher of the State, Fan Luo, just finished hearing He Xiang report the disappearance of “Ouyang Feng” when he received the emperor’s order. The emperor planned to keep his newly accepted priest apprentice “Wei Xiaobao” by his side for assistance in investigating the whereabouts of a thief.

“Wei Xiaobao?” Fan Luo lay on the wooden couch, and let out a huff of laughter. That guy was really troublesome. Only an hour or two had passed and he was taken away by the emperor. He even dared to use a pseudonym. Was he bored with living too happily?

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“My lord?” He Xiang called out worriedly.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about him.” Although he had only interacted with him for a short while, Fan Luo intuitively felt that this guy would not die so easily. He really wanted to see just how the emperor would deal with him?  

“It’s a great honor for the emperor to give you a position as his book attendant. You must not let down the emperor’s benevolence.” The eunuch took Nie Bufan to a room and ordered, “Go wash up and change clothes first. Your clothes are already prepared.”

Nie Bufan took over a stack of clothes and asked humbly: “Gonggong, what does the book attendant do?”

The eunuch replied expressionlessly: “The so-called book attendant mainly records the emperor’s spoken words and preferences, including poems, famous paintings and calligraphy, fragrances, etc., and is also responsible for sorting books for the emperor, selecting suitable reading materials, and reading them aloud to the emperor when necessary.”

Nie Bufan looked up at the sky, chuckling dryly three times in his heart. There were so many talents in the palace. There was really no need for the emperor to find a semi-illiterate like him, was there? Read aloud to him? Was the Three Character Classic alright? (TN: 13th century reading primer consisting of Confucian tenets in lines of 3 characters, used as beginner instruction material for children)

After washing up, the neatly dressed Nie Bufan was taken by the eunuch to the emperor’s residence. He did not enter from the front entrance, but went from the side hall into a small room of no more than thirty or forty square meters. The furnishings of the room were very simple, with only a table, seating cushion and the four treasures of study. (TN: the essentials of calligraphy and scholarship=pen, ink, paper, inkstone)

“When the emperor is in the bedroom, you will stay here. If the emperor did not call you, then just keep quiet and record quietly.” The eunuch taught, “If the emperor goes to bed, you will work with other eunuchs to sort out the emperor’s desk. Any calligraphy and painting must be properly collected. You must then choose a suitable book for the emperor and place it in the upper left corner. Generally, the books that the emperor has already read will be placed in the upper right corner.”

“Oh.” Nie Bufan looked at this small boxy room, secretly curling his lips. If he had to stay here all day it was likely that he would suffocate within a few days.

“In addition,” the eunuch reminded again, “you must not touch any memorials and documents that the emperor brought back.”

Nie Bufan smiled and replied: “I will definitely not touch it.”

The eunuch nodded: “After doing all of this, you can go to rest, and someone will take you to the place where you will live. After choushi (1-3am), you have to get up and wait in the emperor’s residence. The emperor might sometimes ask you to go to the imperial garden for a walk, listen to you reading aloud books or have small chats. Although it is only a temporary post, it is necessary to be cautious in your words and actions. Mistakes are not allowed.”

At this moment, a eunuch walked in from outside and whispered: “The emperor has returned. Tonight there will not be shiqin.” (TN: shiqin=staying over at a concubine’s residence)

The eunuch lecturing Nie Bufan finally let him go, leaving after a few more warnings.

After the others left, Nie Bufan lay himself down casually, looking at the small window on the wall, feeling bored and listless.

His ears suddenly perked, and he heard the footsteps of several people coming from far to near, followed by greetings from the servants and the sound of changing clothes.

After a while, a few people retreated, and the palace fell silent.

“Wei Xiaobao, come out.” The emperor said in a low voice.

Nie Bufan stood up slowly, walked out from behind the screen, and bowed to the emperor who was sitting on the couch in accordance with the etiquette taught by the eunuch.

The emperor looked him up and down, and said with a smile: “Dressed in this way, the appearance is not bad.”

Nie Bufan did not respond but remained silent.

“Tell me, where are you from? How did you meet the Teacher of the State? Why did he take you into the palace?”

Nie Bufan glanced at him and replied: “Xiaobao is a native of Xishan. I just came to the capital not long ago and accidentally ran into the Teacher of the State. He felt a familiarity at first glance, so he took Xiaobao into the palace.”

“It’s that simple?” The emperor could hardly imagine who Fan Luo would “feel familiarity at first glance” for?

“It’s that simple.” Nie Bufan nodded affirmatively.

“Then why were you arrested as a thief by the imperial guards?”

Nie Bufan revealed an expression of one met with bad luck, and related the whole thing in a few words.

“Did you see his appearance clearly?” The emperor asked again.

“No.” But as long as he had that set of guard uniform, he was sure to find that person. It was too bad that he didn’t want to bother with this so the emperor must deal with this himself.

The emperor fell into deep thought, his brows furrowing.

Nie Bufan thought to himself: In truth, he wasn’t as unbothered about this as he appear on the surface.

“Know how to play chess?” The emperor asked suddenly.

“No.”

“How about playing the qin?”

“No.”

The emperor sighed and waved his hand: “Then just read me something.”

He lay on his side on the couch, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Nie Bufan walked to the book shelves, picking and choosing, skipping those with many words and finally choosing one with drawings.

He walked back to the emperor, opened the first page——heh, so erotic! He was directly faced with a drawing of a man and woman embracing intimately.

“What’s wrong? Why are you not reading it?” The emperor asked.

“Your Majesty, are you sure you want me to read it?”

“Of course, read it.”

Nie Bufan cleared his throat, and read: “The residence is dark and quiet, the night is pleasing and joyful, the heart beats rapidly and the rapture sinks deep into the bones.”

The emperor’s eyebrows jumped and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Nie Bufan turned to the second page, and continued: “Facing one another on the ivory bed, raising the spear for a lengthy fight, the two bodies unite in one and rub against each other in the dark.”

“Although the body emits a special scent, the joining is natural and harmonious,” Nie Bufan swayed his head as he read, looking very intoxicated, “Tenderly embracing, lovingly kissing, all is revealed in a moment of indulgence.”

With a swiping sound, the picture book in his hand was taken away, and the emperor turned the pages calmly before saying: “You are actually making up lewd poems based on the erotic pictures?”

Nie Bufan said innocently: “Your Majesty asked me to read it, even if it is a heavenly book without words, I must interpret it.”

“Can’t you just choose a book with words?”

“This book suits both the time and occasion, perfect to relieve loneliness and troubles.”

The emperor snorted: “I really can’t imagine that the Teacher of the State would choose you to be a priest apprentice? He has always disdained such things.”

“Is it disdain or simply not well-versed in such things?” Nie Bufan asked sneakily.

“What’s the difference?”

“If it’s just disdain, it will be difficult to determine whether the Teacher of the State is simply abstinent or has just experienced too many battles. Perhaps he is just in pursuit of the state of one being able to pass by clusters of flowers without even a single leaf touching his clothes.” (TN: metaphor for one who remains untouched/unaffected no matter how many lovers one has) Nie Bufan said seriously, “If he is not well-versed, then Your Majesty should urge him to set foot in such matters as soon as possible, so that he will not spend his last years alone in the future without any successors.”

The emperor was dumbfounded, unable to speak.

Nie Bufan said again: “Don’t look at sex in a strange way. This is something very serious and common. As a compassionate monarch who cares for the wellbeing of your officials, how can you not pay attention to their physical and mental health?”

“En…..what you said is very reasonable.” The emperor touched his chin and muttered, his eyes showing a bit of interest, “You guess, what kind of woman would the Teacher of the State like?”

“Your Majesty grew up with the Teacher of the State, and should know him better than I do.”

“But Zhen has never seen him look at a particular woman differently, he does not even have a single concubine.”

“This shows at least two problems.” Nie Bufan stretched out two fingers and said, “One is that he has a problem with a certain part of his anatomy; the other is that he likes men.”

The emperor stared at Nie Bufan, and said with uncertainty: “Likes men?”

Nie Bufan nodded.

The emperor fell silent again.

Nie Bufan felt strange, how come he didn’t even consider the other possibility of impotence?

The emperor suddenly said: “For so many years, he has not interacted with any woman, maybe he really does like men. In this way, he probably has no experience in this aspect. Zhen indeed needs to provide him with some assistance.”

“What does Your Majesty plan to do?”

“Send him a erotic book on homosexuality.”

“Good idea!” Nie Bufan raised his thumb and praised.

“However,” the emperor said in a strange tone, “Neither the palace nor the common people would openly collect such books. Such a book must be drawn anew.”

“Drawn anew?” Nie Bufan asked, “It should take a lot of time, right”

“No, just find a painter to observe and draw on the spot. With the skill level of a court painter, it’s just a matter of a single night.”

Nie Bufan raised his thumb again in his heart, the emperor was unexpectedly this fierce! Completely overturning his previous impression of him as a wise and sage-like monarch.

What would make him even more stunned was still behind, and the emperor continued: “But before this, Zhen has decided to experience it personally. After all, Zhen doesn’t have this experience either and doesn’t know what it is like. If there is no sense of pleasure at all, then there is no need to bother drawing an erotic book for the Teacher of the State.”

“Huh? Experience it personally?” Nie Bufan widened his eyes.

The emperor looked at him with scorching eyes.

Nie took a few steps back, pretending to be calm as he said: “Your Majesty, do you need Xiaobao to help you call someone over?”

“Come here.” The emperor patted the couch next to him, calm and poised.

“No.” Nie Bufan continued to retreat. Speaking and doing so spontaneously, must you act like the wind?

“Come here, don’t let me say it a third time.” The emperor threatened.

Nie Bufan quickly ran back to the small room behind the screen. He was about to lock it, when he was knocked back a few steps with a strong force. The next moment his vision was blocked and he was heavily pressed against the wall.

“In my bedroom, no one can disobey my orders.”

“Your Majesty, it is wrong to overindulge in licentious activities.” Nie Bufan tried his best to preach to the other.

“Oh, really?” The emperor untied his hair, lifted up a wisp and gently held it against his nose. He said in a low voice, “Then who was reciting lewd words to me just now?”

Who knew you would just do as you said, where was there any of the dignity and reservedness of a monarch?

“Facing one another on the ivory bed, raising the spear for a lengthy fight, the two bodies unite in one and rub against each other in the dark.” The emperor chuckled and said, “What is ‘two bodies unite in one’, won’t you teach Zhen?”

“Your Majesty is a heavenly sage talent, where is there a need for someone else to teach you?” Nie Bufan moved along the wall like a crab.

“Well said, then Zhen shall see if Zhen can learn without a teacher?” The emperor restricted his movements, untied up his belt, and ran his fingers across his neck.

Nie Bufan trembled, and struggled: “Your Majesty, let’s discuss a bit, let Xiaobao off today, tomorrow I will write some good poems of loyalty and serving the country for you…..Ah!”

The emperor hooked his leg, and Nie Bufan fell on his back. The next instant, another body was closely pressing down onto his own.

“Zhen has a lot of loyal officials, and does not need you to add color.” The emperor tore open his robes, revealing a stretch of whiteness.

He touched it with his hand, nodded and said, “It’s not as soft as a woman’s, it’s smooth and firm, like fine porcelain.”

He then continued downwards: “The waistline is very beautiful, although it is a little thin, the feeling of the buttocks is very pleasant.”

Nie Bufan twisted and turned around, like a kitten being teased by its owner. Whenever he saw a gap he would try to slip out, but he was caught back every time.

The emperor was only just a little interested, but he couldn’t help but give rise to greater enthusiasm from all of the twisting and turning.

He lowered his head and breathed in Nie Bufan’s body, which emitted a different scent from the powdery fragrance of women, possessing the freshness of bright sunshine and vegetation. From the first time he smelled it, it had left a deep impression.

His fingers followed the lines of his buttocks and dipped into the secret area, instantly feeling a tight hotness, as if it could suck his fingers in.

Nie Bufan scooted back and squeezed his fingers out. He did not dare to turn around, and instead directly stepped on his chest, trying to retreat by borrowing the other’s force.

The emperor grabbed his leg, forcefully pulling him over, spread his legs, and pressed in again.

Nie Bufan didn’t know that this emperor of Ming Kingdom was called “the romantic emperor” by many, and his promiscuity was as famous as his talent for ruling the country. So long as it was a beauty he was interested in, he would find a way to capture her. Fortunately, he never acted on married women. Playing wantonly in the harem, but being cautious and abiding by etiquette outside, he could somewhat be regarded as possessing a degree of control over his licentious nature. Because of this, he was not admonished too strongly by the officials.

Nie Bufan was just reaping what he sowed. In the lonely deep night, reciting erotic poems to a romantic emperor, and even fearlessly mentioning the bed affairs between men. It was expected that a certain someone’s curiosity would be greatly aroused. When a no good emperor came face to face with a no good village head, it was really a case of crackling lightning and erupting fires, the situation going completely out of control.

Though Nie Bufan was also quite unscrupulous, in terms of bed affairs, he was far from the opponent of the emperor. After some skilled foreplay, his body went limp all over and his consciousness became hazy.

The emperor thrusted in abruptly, the feeling of complete engulfment made him intoxicated, reaching the apex every time, it was simply ecstasy. He was originally very talented, and that object was much longer than that of ordinary men. Few women could satisfy him, but this time he experienced bliss with another man.

Thinking about it this way, he was even more excited and spared no effort to toss around with the other.

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In the narrow secluded room, two bodies rolled around entangled, sounds of panting and heavy breathing echoing. The low table was overturned, the clothes were messily thrown every which way, the battle fierce and passionate.

Outside the door, the eunuch listened to the ambiguous noises within without even a change in expression, while dutifully recording…..

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