God Emperor

Zhang Ruochen deliberately hid his aura. Let alone Mo Hanlin, even superiors at the Ninth Change in the Fish-dragon Realm were not able to see through his real identity.

Mo Hanlin withdrew and went to tell the hostess.

Zhang Ruochen sat on the second floor of the lobby and waited quietly.

Two beautiful maids came over. One maid was 16 or 17 years old. She was gentle and lovely, with delicate skin. She held a crystal teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Ruochen.

Wisps of hot white smoke rose from a jade cup.

The other maid was about 18 or 19 years old. She leered at Zhang Ruochen and then put a dark gold book on a console table nearby him.

The book had the prices of all the Pills, Genuine Martial Arms, and savage beasts in the Qingxuan Pavilion written in it, which were clearly seen at just a glance.

If he wanted to buy other practicing resources, he could mark it on the form. Then, the maids would naturally bring those resources to him.

Other warriors did not receive such treatment, which was given to him because he had come to buy Holy Stones.

Of course, they should serve such a big customer well.

The elder maid ogled him and said softly, “Sir, what do you need to buy?”

If he bought in bulk, they would naturally get a certain percentage of the total. And especially such a big customer, if he were to buy several practicing resources, they would get a large fortune.

Zhang Ruochen picked the book up, leafed it through, and put it down. “I will talk to your hostess personally.”

The two maids were disappointed and retreated behind him.

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At present, Qin Ya and Duanmu Xingling were sitting on opposite sides of each other in a tower with Pills. The tower was the hinterland of the Qingxuan Pavilion.

Qin Ya in a red, phoenix-embroidered gown was sitting on a Gold Phoebe bench. Her hair was combed high with three golden hairpins in it. She had bright eyes, red lips, and smooth skin. Her plump breasts could be vaguely seen through her light veils.

Her fluid glance was like autumn water, which was really tempting. She said with a smile, “Since you have been exposed, you should not go back to the Saint Academy. You should go to Nine Serenity City first, ask the High Priest to unlock your seal, and restore your identity as a Saintess.”

Duanmu Xingling seemed to not hear Qin Ya. She had glazed-over eyes and red, swollen eye sockets, and was twitching her mouth while sobbing. “Aunt, I went to Yellow Stone Field. However, there was only a cooling rock lake and collapsed mountains. I did not find a single bone. Aunt, is he really dead?”

Qin Ya looked at Duanmu Xingling with anxiety. “Because Nine Serenity Sword Saint struck personally, even a Saint could hardly survive it. And once dead, the departed one cannot come back again. Lingxi, you should cheer up.”

Duanmu Xingling shook her head and said, “He was so excellent. Furthermore, he was a Time and Space Descendant. How could he… die? Impossible… definitely… impossible…”

She seemed to not believe that. Her voice became weaker and weaker, and in the end, it completely faded.

Qin Ya stood up gracefully and looked into the distance. “Since ancient times, many outstanding talents have been born. However, more than half of them fell before fully developing. After all, the Holy Road is unknown and full of danger. No matter how excellent someone is, he will only be a nobody if he is unable to become a Saint.

“Lingxi, you’re the Saintess of the Moon Worship Sect. How can you sink into degradation?”

Duanmu Xingling’s true name was “Mu Lingxi”. She was a descendant of the Mus.

On the contrary, Qin Ya was a real member of the Duanmu family. Her original name was “Duanmu Ya”.

When the Moon Worship Demonic Sect decided to send Mu Lingxi to the Martial Market Bank to go undercover, they thought that the Martial Market Bank would check her out.

Therefore, she was sent to the Martial Market Bank in Omen Ridge first under the alias of “Duanmu Xingling”.

Omen Ridge was located in a remote area, so the Martial Market Bank did not pay attention to it. Thus, it was hard for them to discover any flaw in her.

Duanmu Ya, Mo Hanlin, and others had sneaked into Omen Ridge to protect Mu Lingxi and help her enter the Saint Academy.

After the mission had been accomplished, Duanmu Ya retired and returned to Eastern Evil Land.

It was quite risky for a Saintess to enter the Saint Academy to go undercover. If Mu Lingxi could practice to a Saint successfully and enter the High-level of the Martial Market Bank, it would bring enormous returns to the demonic sect.

Mo Hanlin walked up to the red tower and went behind Duanmu Ya. He bowed to her respectfully and said, “Chief, a mysterious young man has come to the Qingxuan Pavilion and wants to buy Holy Stones.”

“Buy Holy Stones?”

Duanmu Ya’s eyes were sharp as she asked, “Where does he come from? The Blood Cloud Sect, the Yin and Yang Sect, or the Black Market Excellence Hall?”

Mo Hanlin replied, “I’ve sent people to investigate but I haven’t gotten the result yet.”

Duanmu Ya suddenly looked solemn and started to think.

“Who would come to Liyuan City to buy Holy Stones?

“Although there are hundreds of thousands of people in Liyuan City, it’s only a medium-sized city in Cyan Cloud County. Why didn’t he go to the county town to buy Holy Stones?

“Did he come to deal with me because he knew in advance that I was in Liyuan City?”

Duanmu Ya had been the Chief of the 36 heresies in Omen Ridge before. But now, she was in Eastern Evil Land, where she had been sent back to serve as the Chief of Cyan Cloud County in God Failing Mansion.

And she had come to Liyuan City to aid Mu Lingxi.

It was worth mentioning that Black Market Excellence Hall learned methods of governing from the First Central Empire. Eastern Evil Land was divided into 12 mansions, and each mansion was divided into 18 counties.

In Eastern Evil Land, there were neither officials like Mansion Masters and Commandery Magistrates, nor united armies.

Each mansion and each county had a clear sphere of influence.

For example, Cyan Cloud County was quite vast. It extended 25,000 kilometers from north to south, and 14,000 kilometers from east to west. It was as large as a superior class commandery.

Cyan Cloud County had more than 1,000 cities and 500,000,000 people.

Its largest evil force was the Blood Cloud Sect, which meanwhile, was also the manager of it. All other evil forces in this land obeyed their orders.

Iron Lady was the No. 10 killer of the Blood Cloud Sect, who had chased after Zhang Ruochen to kill him in the Xuanwu Primitive World.

And because they were able to train a master like Iron Lady, the Blood Cloud Sect was a really formidable evil sect.

Duanmu Ya was the Chief of the demonic sect in Cyan Cloud County. However, the demonic sect was not powerful enough in Eastern Evil Land and was highly inferior to the Black Market.

Duanmu Ya contemplated for a while and then said, “Originally, the Black Market invited our Moon Worship Sect to Eastern Evil Land to fight against the imperial court. Thus, we sent a lot of masters there. Over the past hundreds of years, we’ve trained a lot of disciples.

“Now, the Black Market regards us as a threat, so they want to expel us from Eastern Evil Land.”

Mo Hanlin said with a smile, “It is easier to invite the devil than to send him away. Since our Moon Worship Sect has come here, how can we leave when asked to?”

Duanmu Ya said, “Through hundreds of years of development, the Black Market has greatly recovered its force. Recently, it is reinforced by taking back the Nine-phoenix Cauldron. Now, the Black Market does not need us to help them fight against the royal troops, so they will take action.”

Mo Hanlin got a sudden idea and said, “Chief, are you suspecting that the young man comes from the Blood Cloud Sect? He wants to test us by pretending to buy Holy Stones?”

Duanmu Ya licked her crystal red lips lightly and squinted her eyes with a smile. “If he wants to test me, I will test him first. Go and arrange it. I will meet him personally.”

“OK. I will go at once.”

Mo Hanlin saluted Duanmu Ya once again and then retreated.

Duanmu Ya stared at Mu Lingxi and said, “Lingxi, will you go with me?”

Mu Lingxi was still dull-looking. She held her chin in her hands and shook her head mechanically.

“Oh! Please think again! If you figure it out, please go to Nine Serenity City with me to meet the High Priest. He will unlock your seal and restore your identity.”

Duanmu Ya sighed and walked down the red tower.

Zhang Ruochen followed Mo Hanlin through many corridors and entered the hinterland of the Qingxuan Pavilion. He finally met Duanmu Ya by a blue pond.

Duanmu Ya was sitting in a tetragonal pavilion, with four maids around her. A white silk curtain hung in the center of the pavilion. At a glance, Zhang Ruochen could only see a graceful figure.

Zhang Ruochen mobilized his strong Spiritual Power and carefully probed over there. He finally saw the beautiful woman behind the curtain. It was exactly Duanmu Xingling’s aunt, Qin Ya.

“Please sit down,” Duanmu Ya said softly.

Zhang Ruochen withdrew his Spiritual Power. Without hesitation, he walked in the pavilion and sat on a chair outside the white curtain.

Duanmu Ya’s voice came from behind the curtain. “Sir, your cultivation is really amazing due to your light footwork and smooth breath.”

Zhang Ruochen said, “As is yours, hostess.”

Duanmu Ya laughed and said, “My family name is Duanmu and my given name is Ya. Your Excellency, can you tell me your name?”

“My surname is Zhang,” he said briefly.

Duanmu Ya said again, “Childe Zhang, how many Holy Stones do you want?”

“The more, the better,” Zhang Ruochen replied.

Duanmu Ya was a little surprised. Then, she added, “How can I believe that you can afford them?”