What on earth happened over these years? The Empress was killed by the Undead Martial Sovereign? No, I don’t believe it. Could that Undead Martial Sovereign have gotten drunk and spouted nonsense? After all, there’s a type of liquor in the Immortal Emperor Realm that can even intoxicate an Immortal Emperor.
"The Undead Martial Sovereign, by pursuing rebels and diligently governing, has brought peace to the entire Endless Divine Realm," the storyteller continued. "Many people say that to live like the Undead Martial Sovereign is to be truly invincible!"
The eyes of many in the teahouse lit up, wishing they themselves were the Undead Martial Sovereign.
But Wu Tian’s heart was in turmoil. Pursuing rebels? Could the rebels the Undead Martial Sovereign is hunting be my people from the Heavenless Immortal Domain? This thought caused Wu Tian to freeze. I have no idea how many of my former subordinates are still alive!
Finally, Wu Tian took a step forward, heading toward the summit of Tianwang Mountain.
Si’er and the little one quickly followed. They could both tell that Wu Tian was in a foul mood, so they remained quiet and well-behaved along the way.
At the summit of Tianwang Mountain, besides the famous cultivation Sacred Land—the Heavenly King Pond—there were other buildings like taverns and inns. However, the prices at the shops here were ten times higher than those at the base of the mountain.
"Heh, what a despicable family," Si’er said with sudden disdain. "Only meritorious individuals, their descendants, or the truly talented are granted a Heavenly King’s Order to cultivate in the Heavenly King Pond. Normally, meritorious people are also granted some wealth along with the Order. But the moment they arrive here, that wealth vanishes. All the shops here are owned by the royal family, you see," she added with a cynical laugh.
The little one understood as well. "So they grant rewards only to take them back like this. That father-son duo is just too... bizarre. To think he actually dares to call himself Shimin."
"Is there something wrong with being called Shimin?" Si’er asked, puzzled.
"No, no, nothing," the little one said, shaking her head.
At that moment, a man stood before the Heavenly King Pond. He appeared to be in his forties, a burly man with a bald, protruding forehead. He seemed to have cultivated some formidable body-strengthening Martial Arts Technique, giving him the intimidating air of a Martial Monk.
Aside from Wu Tian, others had also arrived, holding a Heavenly King’s Order.
"I can’t believe I ran into *him* after finally begging my father for the Heavenly King’s Order."
"I’ve heard about him too. When people enter the pond to cultivate, he goes mad and forces them to swim as hard as they can."
"But I heard that those who swim the fastest will receive an incomplete Profound Level Martial Arts Technique."
"Really?"
Those who heard this news were ecstatic.
Si’er thought for a moment and said, "I’ve heard of this man. His name is Gang Feng, and true to his name, he cultivates a body-refining Martial Arts Technique. His muscles seem impervious to any blade or spear."
Wu Tian nodded but didn’t seem particularly concerned.
"All of you, be quiet!" the dark-skinned Monk barked, his voice booming like a great bell, its sudden clap making countless people’s ears ring.
The crowd of meritorious individuals, talented people, and their descendants fell completely silent.
Gang Feng chuckled. "I imagine you’ve heard a thing or two about me. Once you jump into this pond, you won’t be getting out before an hour is up. If you try, I’ll just kick you back in."
Only Wu Tian frowned slightly. A place rich in Spiritual Energy should bring comfort to the body and soul, so why would it cause pain? Expanding one’s meridians is painful, yes, but I’ve never heard of one’s heart aching from it!
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