His lips began to twitch uncontrollably.
He absolutely did not believe Cheng Guang’s ghost stories.
In the beginning, Cheng Guang managed to put on an act as though he didn’t know what was happening.
But now, after he had confided in Cheng Guang, how could Cheng Guang still tell him that he was powerless?
How could that be possible!!
If Cheng Guang himself was powerless, then how could there be so many white worms inside his storage ring...?
Emperor Zhou clenched his teeth in the shadows, furrowed his brows, and seeming to realize that Cheng Guang probably did not want to help him, he straightforwardly cut to the chase and replied:
"Guanger, how can you help ?"
Upon hearing Emperor Zhou’s words, Cheng Guang’s face twisted with conflict, and then he spoke: "Uncle, I also don’t know how to help you, perhaps you should first return my storage ring to , and then I can consider it further."
Without any hesitation upon hearing Cheng Guang’s words, Emperor Zhou imdiately took off the storage ring and flung it directly at Cheng Guang.
All the white worms were only interested in Sky-n and had no interest in an object like the storage ring.
Therefore, the storage ring easily penetrated through the swarm of white worms and landed in Cheng Guang’s palm.
Cheng Guang took the storage ring, opened it, and checked inside.
He noticed that aside from the absence of the peculiar white worms the size of rice grains, everything else was completely undamaged.
Cheng Guang breathed a sigh of relief, slowly turned around, and walked towards the Around Immortal Residence, without the slightest intention of paying further attention to Emperor Zhou.
Emperor Zhou was first taken aback.
Then he saw Cheng Guang’s figure gradually walking farther away.
He was completely dumbfounded.
So, from the beginning...
Cheng Guang had never intended to save him??
Was this Cheng Guang’s own plan??
Or did Cheng Zhihai instruct him to do so??
Emperor Zhou’s mood was a mix of grief and fury as he let out a wrathful yell, his majestic and frosty visage now filled with ferociousness.
"Guanger! You’ve gone too far!"
Before Emperor Zhou’s words could fade, his voice was drowned out by the white worms.
Imdiately after ca a piercingly tragic scream.
Cheng Guang did not attend to Emperor Zhou.
Although Emperor Zhou had been very good to him at first, that was no longer the case.
Neither the previous assassination attempt nor the earlier action of taking his storage ring could absolve him.
Cheng Guang’s expression remained calm, while Cheng Zhihai beside him had a complex look on his face.
He had always been respectful towards Emperor Zhou.
The ideas of the dynasty, of loyalty to sovereign and father, were deeply engraved in his mind.
It was the prior assassination attempt by Emperor Zhou on Cheng Guang that had shifted his perspective a bit.
Otherwise,
Cheng Zhihai would have been restless now and only think of rushing to help Emperor Zhou imdiately.
But at this mont,
Cheng Zhihai simply couldn’t bring himself to move.
An Emperor Zhou, who had always wanted to take action against Duke Zhen’s Mansion, was gone; perhaps, that was a good thing for Duke Zhen’s Mansion.
Anyone could be Emperor Zhou, but in the future, it must absolutely not be Wu Shang.
Cheng Zhihai took a deep breath, fighting the urge to look back, and shifted his gaze away from Emperor Zhou.
He steadily followed Cheng Guang.
Cheng Guang walked towards the Around Immortal Residence and stopped when he reached the peculiar scorpion.
The peculiar scorpion was not drinking at the mont, but rather watching the distant Emperor Zhou, who was enveloped by countless white worms.
A tinge of lancholy surfaced in the deep brown depths of its eyes.
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He poured a mouthful of wine into his lips,
"How sad, how lantable—the path to divinity has ultimately nourished such a collection of things."
"This is not sainthood—it’s closer to demonhood."
Having spoken, the strange scorpion filled its mouth with another gulp of wine, paying no heed to Emperor Zhou. Instead, its gaze settled on Cheng Guang, revealing a hint of interest.
"You, you are sowhat interesting, how did you co to know the use of Tri-color Grass?"
For the first ti, the strange scorpion struck up a conversation with Cheng Guang.
Cheng Guang had approached Around Immortal Residence, intending to test the strange scorpion.
The system task notification had stated that as long as the wine jar wasn’t broken, the strange scorpion wouldn’t lay a hand on him.
Therefore, within this certain range, Cheng Guang was safe.
Cheng Guang, upon hearing the strange scorpion’s question, was montarily stunned. He hadn’t expected the strange scorpion to also be able to detect the scent of Tri-color Grass on him.
It seed that the strange scorpion wasn’t entirely oblivious to the events occurring within the Secret Realm.
And the way the strange scorpion talked about these Worms, referring to them as part of the path to sainthood.
Considering the Chicken Demon’s ntion of Saint Dao Fruit,
what exactly were the Taoists inside the Five Daos Mountain doing with these bizarre Worms in their cultivation?
Cheng Guang was perplexed.
Yet, faced with the strange scorpion’s question, he still responded, "I learned of it by chance."
The strange scorpion heard this, did not probe further, and rely nodded silently.
"You’re lucky. Otherwise, at this mont, you would have already died. You’d best leave soon, lest you die in vain."
"It’s strange how the evil birds below didn’t cause you trouble."
"Is he dead?"
The strange scorpion’s eyes rested on Cheng Guang as it posed the question.
Cheng Guang was taken aback by the ntion of the evil birds from the strange scorpion, and then quickly surmised that the strange scorpion was likely referring to the Chicken Demon.
Cheng Guang shook his head and said calmly, "Are you speaking of the Chicken Demon? It is already dead."
"Chicken Demon?" The strange scorpion paused upon hearing this, as if it didn’t quite understand, and then suddenly burst into loud laughter, "Chicken Demon is a good na. It’s not any important figure, just a Chicken Demon."
The strange scorpion laughed for a while, then suddenly, tears rolled down from its eyes.
"I just didn’t expect that it would actually be dead."
He laughed heartily, his voice tinged with desolation.
"My lady, my lady! It is my incompetence, the great vengeance has been avenged, but it’s a pity that the Chicken Demon didn’t die by my hand!"
After laughing for a few monts, the strange scorpion’s aura of sorrow grew deeper. It took a while before it regained composure.
Staring at Cheng Guang.
His voice grew colder.
"Did you kill it?"
Cheng Guang, upon hearing the strange scorpion’s words, didn’t answer. "Does it matter?"
"Perhaps it has been long dead."
The strange scorpion fell into silence.
For a long ti.
It slowly exhaled and turned to glance at a distant mountain, its eyes filled with complexity.
"Indeed, perhaps it has been dead for a very long ti."
"Besides , many, many others are also dead."
"How long has it been since anyone has been to the Five Daos Mountain? How many years?"
"Countless, uncountable."
Towards the end, the strange scorpion’s voice grew weaker, and after shaking its head, it reached out to grab a gigantic wine jar in its hand, then grabbed another stream of wine and offered it to Cheng Guang.
"Co, it’s rare to encounter a real living being. Have a drink with !" Explore new worlds at empire
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