Chapter 2698

He Lingchuan smiled and said, "Although researching the formula and solution takes time, I believe the people of Bekka are talented enough to catch up."

He said lightly, "Even if the political upheaval in Sulou ends too quickly and you can't catch up, it's no big deal—you can just catch the next one."

"When will the next one be..." Fu Shanlie hadn't finished speaking when he already understood, "Ah!"

"Among the twelve vassal demon kings, a few must be old and frail, planning to abdicate. If I'm not mistaken, the Treasure Elephant King is also quite old." Elephants are naturally long-lived, and after becoming demons, they easily live over two hundred years. He Lingchuan heard that this Treasure Elephant King has now surpassed two hundred and seventy years, with even his tail turned white.

"Take this formula back to verify and research—you won't lose anything." He Lingchuan shrugged, "Once it's verified—of course I'm extremely confident about this—Bekka will then be free from the gods' shackles. How wonderful!"

Fu Shanlie stared at him, not asking the foolish question, "Why take out the formula?"

No vassal demon king would willingly hand over his life to the gods;

No demon emperor would enjoy having the gods use the vassal demon states to control himself;

Nor would any demon emperor enjoy wholeheartedly serving the gods;

Bekka was indeed founded with the gods' help, but four hundred years have passed, and what it most wants to escape is the god riding on its head!

This thin and light paper records content heavier than ten thousand mountains. Panlong uses a yang scheme—once given to Bekka, Bekka and the gods will surely drift apart.

The demon emperor will certainly try to research an antidote for "lung-twining" and contend with the gods for control of the vassal demon states!

In that case, how could Bekka still faithfully carry out the orders of the Lingxu Holy Venerable and launch a full-scale attack on Panlong?

This is Panlong's self-rescue, and also Panlong's counterattack!

After obtaining the formula, Bekka has only one focus: Is this prescription genuine?

If the formula were produced by other Panlong generals, Fu Shanlie would not believe it. But the Tiger Wing General?

Who in Lingxu City doesn't know that the Tiger Wing General and the Red General are Zhong Shengguang's left and right arms? The Tiger Wing General also holds the title of War God in the Panlong army—not only brave and skilled in battle, but rare for his unmatched strategy!

His appearance represents Zhong Shengguang, represents Panlong State.

With him presenting this formula, credibility increases greatly. Because producing a fake formula is meaningless—once exposed as false, Bekka will only grow angrier, and attacking Panlong will become even more frenzied.

So, looking at the slip before him, Fu Shanlie's heart leapt, but his vigilance still made him ask one more question:

"Still the same question—why give me this formula?"

He emphasized the word "I." He is the commander of the Bekka army, and the He surname is currently his mortal enemy. Who would be such a do-gooder, helping an enemy rise smoothly?

The He surname is probably secretly calculating some small trick.

"It's simple—you are the demon emperor's person, loyal to it." He Lingchuan shrugged, "The importance of this formula needs no explanation. If entrusted to the wrong person and it falls into the hands of the Heavenly Palace forces, wouldn't we have wasted this good move? How hard it was to obtain this formula—I can't bear to recall."

"Although we are rivals on the battlefield, I know you are loyally devoted to the demon emperor. Over the past years, you've been suppressed by other factions due to this loyalty. The demon emperor entrusted you with heavy responsibility, letting you lead the army to open the Panlong wasteland southern battlefield, hoping you would achieve great military merit, return for rewards and promotion, and from then on, the Lingxu Wang Ting would gain another high-ranking, powerful general—and one who is his confidant. In summary, you are the best choice." He Lingchuan smiled, "Actually, I don't have many other options either, right?"

After the Battle of Yuheng City, He Lingchuan and Zhong Shengguang both believed Fu Shanlie was a promising general, so Panlong has always monitored him, secretly gathering his information through various channels.

Combined with He Lingchuan's real-world data on Fu Shanlie, he comes from Heishan Baishui, is a solitary demon, with no ties to the Heavenly Palace, nobles, or military families, and his promotion path is clear. He Lingchuan has always had keen insight—after reviewing the materials and asking a few questions from Fushan Yue, he knew Fu Shanlie's rise was the demon emperor's own doing.

Fu Shanlie originally had no other power to rely on in the Lingxu Wang Ting; now he can only be loyal to the demon emperor. Of course, this is also the demon emperor's method.

If others cannot win over Fu Shanlie, He Lingchuan, as an emperor himself, at least knows a hundred ways.

As for what thoughts he might have upon becoming a vassal demon king, that's far in the future. As the saying goes, one not in position does not plan its governance—Fu Shanlie remains a die-hard loyalist of the demon emperor for now.

He Lingchuan considered repeatedly, yet still decided to give the formula to him.

This formula was conjured out of nothing by He Lingchuan—even Zhong Shengguang couldn't explain its origin!

Therefore, He Lingchuan must bypass Zhong Shengguang and deliver it directly to the demon emperor's confidant. This process is difficult in itself, but fortunately, among the battlefield enemies, there is one person He Lingchuan can think of—and only Fu Shanlie.

Fu Shanlie listened, silent and speechless.

Is it really this simple?

"Those who know this formula—under heaven, there are no more than three people, and now there's one more—you." He Lingchuan looked at him and smiled, "I must remind you to keep it secret—this slip is best read and then destroyed, lest you bring fire upon yourself."

If the gods or Heavenly Palace discover that Fu Shanlie also holds the formula's secret, or is about to present it to the demon emperor, then...

Fu Shanlie's mouth twitched, he examined the formula again carefully, his fingertip sparked a bit of true fire, and he burned the slip to ashes.

With just the eleven ingredients, he had already memorized them in his mind—he won't forget.

Seeing he was about to speak, He Lingchuan calmly said again, "Oh right, there's one more thing."

"More?" Fu Shanlie raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp: "Why do I feel what you're about to say isn't anything good?"

Before knowing the Tiger Wing General, he considered himself fearless and reckless, daring to pierce the heavens—but now he finds he seems unable to handle things.

"Your feeling is correct." He Lingchuan's mouth curled, but his smile vanished instantly. After all, what he's about to say is serious: "Have you heard of the Hidden God?"

Fu Shanlie honestly shook his head. Who is this figure, daring to use the title "God"?

"The Hidden God is a true immortal famed since ancient times, powerful yet unworldly, having remained hidden in the deep sea for many years, his whereabouts a mystery."

"Hidden in the deep sea?" Then he's not human. "A sea demon?"

"A special sea demon." He Lingchuan answered, "The Hidden God's body is formed by a special fungus aggregating together, with no fixed form, capable of arbitrary extension and transformation."

"Such a demon formed by aggregation can actually become a true immortal? Nothing is impossible."