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A burly man with a thick beard slammed his hand on the table, causing the wine bowls to shake.
"Hey, this news has spread far and wide! I heard that before he entered seclusion, he was only at the first level of the Great Emperor realm, but after ten thousand years of isolation, he might emerge at the peak of the Great Emperor!"
A thin man across from him chimed in, his face filled with astonishment.
"I’ve heard that this Man Zhan Kuang is ruthless and merciless. Once he comes out, who knows whether it will be a blessing or a curse for our Man City?"
An older man nearby shook his head and clicked his tongue in dismay.
Upon hearing this, Huang Feixiu hurriedly approached Lin Xingchen, looking anxious. "Ye Lao Zu, what should we do next?"
Lin Xingchen furrowed his brow, pondering for a moment before calmly replying, "Don’t panic. First, let’s find a suitable place to stay in Man City. Then we’ll secretly gather more information about this Man Zhan Kuang and the current situation within the Barbarians."
Ye Tian and the others nodded in agreement.
Lin Xingchen continued, "Let’s go find an inn to settle down for now. For the next few days, everyone should suppress their cultivation to below the Celestial Realm; we must not expose our whereabouts."
After saying this, Lin Xingchen spent fifty Fate Points to purchase ten Yirong pills and distributed them among the group.
"If we are recognized, take this medicine and flee immediately. But remember, its effect lasts only half an hour, so we must act quickly."
The group nodded and tucked the pills away before following Ye Xingchen out the door.
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In Demon City, within the Holy Demon Hall, Demon Lord Mo Ji sat on his throne with a troubled expression. Suddenly, the doors of the Holy Demon Hall swung open, and Man Wu Tian rushed in looking disheveled.
"Man Wu Tian?" Mo Ji furrowed his brow and asked, "What happened? Why have you come to see me?"
Sighing heavily, Man Wu Tian replied, "My Ancestor Ye from the Barbarians was killed by Ye Xingchen not long ago. Today he has come knocking again, intending to annihilate my Barbarians and trample over our lands."
Shaking his head in despair, he continued, "I have come to request support from the demon clan to help the Barbarians through this crisis."
Mo Ji sighed and slowly said, "Our demon clan has long been in a state of decline after the battle in the Northern Region. Now, we are on the brink of extinction, barely surviving underground. It’s not that I don’t want to help you, but our strength simply doesn’t allow it."
Man Wu Tian, feeling anxious, stepped forward and said, "Mo Ji, please listen to me. I have come with a shocking piece of news. The reason Ye Xingchen is so formidable is that he possesses the Fate Sacred Body!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Ji's expression changed dramatically as he exclaimed, "Is that true? How could such a divine body be in his possession?"
Man Wu Tian's face grew serious as he replied, "My subordinates have investigated thoroughly, and the information is indisputable. I suspect that my Ancestor Ye and Man Shan fell because of this reason."
"Think about it, Mo Ji. If we can capture Ye Xingchen and seize the Fate Sacred Body, you could break through your current realm and achieve the Saint Position. Wouldn’t that be within reach? At that point, the revival of the demon clan would no longer be a difficult task."
Mo Ji's eyes flickered with hesitation as he slowly responded, "Wutian, this matter is significant. Since Ye Xingchen was able to slay Ancestor Ye, he must not be an ordinary opponent. Our demon clan is currently weak; if we rashly make an enemy of him and are careless, it could lead to our utter destruction."
Man Wu Tian quickly urged him, "Mo Ji, fortune favors the bold! The Fate Sacred Body is right before us; if we miss this opportunity, it will be hard to find such a chance again in the future. Moreover, we have been friends for many years. My Barbarians are now in peril—can you truly stand by and do nothing?"
Mo Ji remained furrowed in thought, pacing back and forth in the great hall for a long time before speaking.
Seeing this, Man Wu Tian continued, "Mo Ji, I know this is difficult, but as long as we join forces and plan carefully, we will have a chance of success. If we succeed, not only will the demon clan regain its former glory, but you will also ascend to a supreme position with the Fate Sacred Body and look down upon all beings!"
Mo Ji paused his steps; a glimmer of determination flashed in his eyes as he said solemnly, "Alright! Wutian, if that's the case, I will ally with you to strike at Ye Xingchen and seize the Sacred Body!"
Man Wu Tian's face lit up with joy as he clasped his hands together and said, "That’s wonderful! With your help from the demon clan, even if Ye Xingchen possesses extraordinary abilities, he cannot escape this calamity!"
As the west wind began to rise, even in the long-dry wilderness, it was rare for rain to fall.
Ye Xingchen gazed out at the fine rain outside and couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia for his hometown back on Earth.
What a rare drizzle this is.
Indeed, it feels like today’s autumn wind has transformed everything into another world.
Raindrops danced between the eaves, bringing a touch of vitality to this colorless wilderness. Ahead, the road stretched on.
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