Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal - Chapter 1242

“Hehe, Brother Dali, are you satisfied with this gift?” Jiang Shili was clearly in a good mood. It was indeed worry-free to deal with smart people. There was no need to say too much.

“Aiyaya, yes, very satisfied!” Hong Dali looked at the boxes full of flying swords and beamed with delight. “Hehe, Brother Jiang, I will go straight to the point. The flying swords were seized from the battlefield, right?”

“That’s right! Brother Dali is smart, indeed!” Jiang Shili laughed heartily and smacked hard on Hong Dali’s shoulder. “It feels good to work together with Brother Dali! Don’t worry, I will send you these gifts often in the future.”

“En, since so many flying swords have been seized, there should naturally be a lot of missing people. This part…” Hong Dali winked at Jiang Shili. “I don’t know about anything. Aiyaya, speaking of which, my hometown, Shenglong Star, is really a good place. It’s big and the people are very friendly…”

“Got it!” Jiang Shili understood the meaning behind Hong Dali’s words immediately and nodded. “It’s best if Brother Dali can send someone to lead the way. We just came and are not familiar with the environment…”

“No problem.” Hong Dali snapped his fingers. “Li Yang, you should be a tour guide for these two days. Take them to where they want to go. En. Oh, right.” Hong Dali suddenly laughed out loud. “Speaking of which, quite a number of young disciples from Shenglong Star are here to train. En, it’s a good time to slowly move out. Hahaha!”

Hong Dali was really happy—he didn’t call these disciples over in vain. With them as a distraction, he would be able to sneak the Cultivators out secretly without anyone finding out. It was perfect!

“Brother Dali, I’ll cut to the chase. As an elder brother, I’ll do you a favor. Just let me know when you need help in the future.” Jiang Shili knew the matter was settled when he heard what Hong Dali said. There would not be any problems. He thought for a while and asked, “There are a lot of people on our side. If they all go to the same place, I’m afraid it would be too obvious…”

There were 60 billion people from the cultivation dimension. What kind of concept was that? That was equivalent to the total population of ten Earths. It would not be easy to move them to one place. Once they were discovered, it might cause chaos.

“En, this needs to be thought carefully.” Hong Dali frowned. “Where should they go?”

At this moment, Tang Muxin thought of something. “Dali, don’t you have Azeroth? Why not just send them there? It’s a very big planet!”

“Aye? Now that you’ve mentioned it, I almost forgot! It’s settled, then. Hahahaha!” Hong Dali laughed heartily and kissed Tang Muxin. “Our Xinxin is the smartest!”

“Ptui ptui ptui, behave yourself!” Tang Muxin blushed and stomped Hong Dali’s foot. “There are so many people here…”

“Alright, in this case, I owe you my gratitude. However, Brother Dali, that…” Jiang Shili hesitated, then said, “There’s something that’s not easy for me to voice out, but I still need to say it. There are people from the Magic dimension together with us. Other than them, there are people from other races as well. For example, the demon race and robots…”

Jiang Shili didn’t continue after that.

People from the Magic dimension were their allies, they should be saved where possible. But the Demon race and robots were their enemies, yet Jiang Shili had them together with him. The reason was actually very simple—they were intimately interdependent. If the demon race and robots were exterminated, it would not necessarily be better for the Cultivators and the people from the Magic dimension. After all, the most complex the situation, the more races were mixed, the bigger their living space would be.

“Oh? Demon race and robots?” Hong Dali did not think it was an issue. “That’s easy, the king of the previous Demon race is with me. He’s my lackey number 36, his name is Zero…”

Hehe, with Zero around, it would not be difficult to communicate with the Demon race…

“What?!” Hearing that, Jiang Shili was momentarily stunned. “You mean Polygal, the Demon King of the previous generation of the Demon race?! He’s still alive?”

Damn, this guy actually knew the Demon King’s name?

“Ah, yes. What’s the matter?” Hong Dali asked curiously, “He’s still alive. He couldn’t die. He has a new body now and is working for me, crafting demon artifacts… Oh right, how do you know him?”

“This is really…” Jiang Shili laughed helplessly. “Demon King Polygal is one of the top Demon Kings in the Demon Race. His life or death was unknown since he entered the dimension battlefield ten thousand years ago. One of the main reasons why the Demon race is here is to look for him, dead or alive. This is what I heard from the Demon race leader.”

En, it seems the relationship is quite complicated…

“Deal. It’s no problem since you know him. Oh right,” Hong Dali suddenly thought of a few people and asked, “I’ve met a Cultivator, or should I say, a message left behind by a Cultivator. I’m not sure if you know him. What was his name…?”

For a moment, Hong Dali couldn’t remember. Tang Muxin, who had a good memory, said, “Yun Qingfeng!”

“Yes, Yun Qingfeng!” Hong Dali chuckled and asked, “Do you know him?”

Hong Dali just asked casually. But who would have known that tears would flow down Jiang Shili’s cheeks when he heard this name. At the same time, a low and elegant voice sounded, “It’s Grandmaster Yun Qingfeng. Is this fate?”

Everyone turned around to see an illusory figure slowly come out of the void. The figure had a purple cloak, a waistband with gemstones, and long black center-parted hair. It was the Devil Lord Tang Zhen.

However, his words made Hong Dali and the others stunned.

Tang Zhen actually said Yun Qingfeng was his Grandmaster?!

“Brother Hong, we meet again.” Tang Zhen nodded slightly toward Hong Dali and smiled. “Destiny makes a fool of people. Brother Hong was actually associated with the first Head of the Martial Imperial Palace. This is completely out of This Tang’s expectations.”

Martial Imperial Palace! Hong Dali finally knew where Tang Zhen was from. Martial Imperial Palace, the name sounded formidable!

“That, I also met it by accident. Hehe, hehe…” Hong Dali smiled, embarrassed. “It’s just luck, luck. Oh right, Brother Tang Zhen, this Yun Qingfeng, who is also your Grandmaster, can you tell us about him? I even got a secret manual, what was it called again?”

Tang Muxin: “Primordial Blood Emperor Log! Your memory is horrible!”

“Yes, yes, yes. Primordial Blood Emperor Log!” Wahahaha, he had thought that it was just an ordinary Cultivator’s secret manual. It seemed it was quite a good manual, hahahaha!

“Well, since Brother Hong wants to know, This Tang shall tell you about him.” Tang Zhen smiled and said, “The first Grandmaster of the Martial Imperial Palace is Yun Qingfeng. He used his Blood Emperor Divine Skill to dominate the world. When the monster dimension door opened, Grandmaster brought along two confidantes to go slay the monsters. Unfortunately, as you already know, the monster dimension door is actually the Dimension Door. The people inside were not demons nor monsters. Grandmaster was probably a Heaven’s Chosen One and had no choice but to fight. It’s sad, regrettably.”

Speaking up to this point, everyone was silent.

Heaven’s Chosen Ones might seem impressive on the outside. But who understood their helplessness?

“When This Tang was six-years-old, an Elder from the Martial Imperial Palace took a liking to me and accepted me as his disciple.” Tang Zhen had both his hands behind his back as he lifted his head slowly, looking at the floating clouds in the skies. He said gloomily, “I started traveling when I was eighteen and was never once defeated. I was given the nickname ‘Devil Lord’. At the age of twenty-six, I practiced the most advanced Spiritual-Devil Skill. At sixty-six, I attained nirvana and entered the path of Cultivators. At 360-years-old, I embarked on the secret path to immortality.”

Woah, did you see that? What did it mean when a tough life requires no explanation? That’s Tang Zhen!

He left his master at eighteen, attained nirvana at sixty-six, embarked on the path to immortality at 360. Damn, his life was a legend!

Tang Zhen continued, “Later, in order to restrict This Tang, the pugilistic world sent the most beautiful woman named Ye Ziling to marry This Tang…”

Speaking up to this point, Tang Zhen was reminded of his life in the world he was originally from. The scene when he met Ye Ziling for the second time. That was 3,000 years ago when he had just mastered the Spiritual-Devil Divine Skill.

…

When Ye Ziling arrived at the fairy trail bamboo forest under the stars, it was already midnight.

Seventy years, it had been seventy years since Devil Lord Tang Zhen mastered the Divine Skill.

At that time, the pugilistic world was prevalent and the triads were suppressed. Tang Zhen had mastered the Spiritual-Devil Divine Skill, cultivated the devil elixir, and embarked on the secret path to immortality. The pugilistic world instantly plunged into great suffering and there was nowhere to turn to for help.

Seventy years had since passed. The pugilistic world did everything they could to pick the best masters, and with their most valuable elixirs, cultivated twelve devil-slaying seed masters. They wrote a letter of challenge on August 15th to a final battle at Broken Love Bamboo Forest.

Broken love, broken soul.

There was a time for everything to come to an end.

As if sensing the upcoming dreadful battle, the wind raged in the sky. In the blink of an eye, the sky was covered with dark clouds and the chilly wind wailed.

After this battle, how many would survive?

Ye Ziling clenched her Swirling Smoke Sword, took a deep breath, and stepped into the forest.

Just sixteen steps into the forest, a low but pleasant voice sounded.

“The intruder’s steps are light and graceful, breathing is long and composed, with mysterious mist emitting from the Art of Swirling Smoke. What brings the strongest master of the new generation Swirling Smoke Pavilion, Swirling Smoke Sword Ye Ziling, Lady Ye here?”