Chapter 240

Trash!

City Lord's Mansion, inside the study.

Chen Muyun raised his hand, causing the Ghost Mother Sect follower who had come to report news to have his brains burst, his face filled with uncontrollable anger.

Had I known Xiao Yingqi was such trash, not even a mere country bumpkin who had just condensed True Gang could be dealt with.

He should have risked offending Profound Soldier Mountain back then, simply killing to seize the arrow.

It would still be better than now, letting the golden arrow fall into the hands of that Qin-surnamed country bumpkin.

"If it weren't for the critical juncture in my cultivation of the Divine Realm, why would I need to rely on others…"

Chen Muyun's eyes turned sinister; he raised his hand and unleashed a gust of black yin wind, incinerating the flesh and corpses on the ground to ash.

He then turned and walked toward the depths of the study, arriving before a huge painting three chi wide and one zhang long.

It was a painting depicting a majestic city and heavy dark clouds.

Around the city, bones piled like mountains and blood flowed like rivers.

The heavy dark clouds let through a faint light, yet it was an extremely eerie green glow, like clusters of jumping ghost flames.

And deeper within those clouds, three faintly visible golden suns hovered.

Because the dark clouds were too thick, the eerie green light in the cloud layer was too intense, causing the three suns to be tinged with a hint of eerie green.

Thus, the atmosphere of the painting became even more gloomy.

Bone mountains, blood seas, ghost mist, dark clouds, sun emitting eerie light…

The painting before my eyes was like a recreation of the legendary netherworld hell.

The three large characters of Fengdu City, still dripping with fresh blood, made one's heart tremble and spine chill.

Anyone slightly timid who saw this painting would likely faint from fright on the spot and suffer a serious illness.

Faced with such a grim and terrifying painting, Chen Muyun showed no expression and spoke coldly:

"Open the gate!"

Clatter—

It seemed as if thick iron chains were shaking, and the savage ghost warriors pulled the city gate.

In the painting, the originally tightly closed gate of Fengdu City……

Suddenly it opened!

Woo—

A gust of yin wind blew out from the city, stirring Chen Muyun's long hair at his forehead.

He lightly shook his sleeves, placed his hands behind his back, and strode forward confidently.

Swish!

A miraculous scene occurred!

Chen Muyun turned into a wisp of green smoke and vanished from the study,

while on the painting, within Fengdu City, a figure suddenly appeared, only to quickly disappear again.

Chen Muyun, having entered the painting, kept moving without pause,

he walked toward the city's most magnificent hall with steady steps, while looking up at the sky.

Looking from within the painting, the sky at this moment had not a trace of dark clouds,

but rather countless vengeful spirits and evil ghosts piled together, blocking the heavenly light and emitting a wail that made one's scalp tingle.

And the three small suns hidden behind the dark clouds revealed their true forms: three gold arrows as thick as a thumb.

If Qin Shuo were here, he would surely recognize them,

these three arrows are identical to the Sun-shooting Golden Arrow he obtained on Xiao Yingqi.

The only difference is that the arrow intent emanating from each of these three arrows is completely unlike what he possesses.

As if sensing Chen Muyun's arrival, the three golden arrows suddenly burst with blinding golden light, then fell like meteors straight toward him.

"Woo—woo—woo—"

The golden arrows sliced across the sky.

The heavy dark clouds formed from countless wronged souls and resentful ghosts were instantly pierced.

Accompanied by a sharp, piercing wail, the three golden arrows shot to Chen Muyun's front, as if cheering and leaping with joy.

And the ghosts pierced by the three golden arrows turned into strands of white mist that entered the arrows,

causing the light of the three golden arrows to grow stronger.

"Not bad progress!"

Chen Muyun nodded in satisfaction, as if talking to himself, or praising the three golden arrows.

Even more remarkably, the three golden arrows seemed to understand his words; after being praised, they flew more energetically around him.

"All right, return now; strive to condense into solid form as soon as possible and become true Sun-shooting Golden Arrows!"

Chen Muyun's gaze was gentle, as if looking at his own child, as he instructed the three golden arrows.

Upon hearing him, the three golden arrows again turned into streams of light and flew into the sky,

wherever they passed, the ghosts dispersed, all turning into pure ghostly qi and being absorbed.

"The 300,000 living souls of Fengyang City are more than enough to condense the Nine Sun-shooting Arrows."

But it is difficult to fully comprehend the remaining six arrow intents.

If I could obtain the Sun-shooting Golden Arrow left by Night Demon Heaven and refine it into my fourth Sun-shooting Golden Arrow,

then I, the old man, would be one step closer to becoming the Master of Divine Weapons.

Chen Muyun muttered his calculations, yet his steps did not cease.

Soon he arrived at the central square, where a massive three-tiered altar stood.

On the altar sat a bloated monster, resembling a wall of flesh, sitting cross-legged.

Its appearance was strange; its body resembled a silkworm, built from layers of horizontal flesh, yet it bore a tiger's head and dragon's feet, with python-like brows and flood-dragon eyes, ferocious and peculiar.

And on its upright upper torso, where the abdomen should be, there was a huge hollow.

Inside the hollow writhed blood vessels and intestines like constantly moving tentacles,

When Chen Mu-yun approached the monster, the blood vessels and intestines inside the hollow suddenly writhed faster, just as he was about to pass it.

Gloop!

It actually spat out a black clump covered in slime.

"Another mountain ghost?"

Chen Mu-yun raised his eyebrows, seemingly dissatisfied with what the monster had spat out, and with a sweep of his sleeve he directly pulverized the newborn mountain ghost into minced flesh.

Whimper~

The Primordial Ghost Mother let out a grieved whimper, as if trying to explain something.

But Chen Mu-yun paid it no heed, striding straight toward the hall ahead.

This was a grand yet gloomy hall.

At the center of the hall stood a scarlet blood pool, with five skull thrones on each side.

And in the very middle of the hall was a gigantic divine throne resembling a tombstone.

Upon the tombstone were carved four bloody large characters: Fengdu Ghost Emperor.

Chen Mu-yun walked to the throne before the tombstone, sat down with his back to the four characters 'Fengdu Ghost Emperor',

The blood pool in the center of the hall seemed to sense something, gurgling as bubbles rose, and soon a figure emerged from within.

It was a man clad in blood-red robes and hair, his features beautiful, even more handsome than a woman's.

His skin was as fair as a newborn's, yet he possessed a pair of eerie blood-red pupils, exceedingly demonic.

"Cult Leader!"

The blood-clad man dropped to one knee, bowing deeply to Chen Mu-yun.

"How is the refinement of the Demon Lord's Asura Devil Seed proceeding?"

Chen Mu-yun's voice was flat, yet it carried an irresistible authority.

"Reporting to the Cult Leader, your subordinate has not disgraced the order; I have preliminarily refined the divine seed and can now wield part of the Demon Lord's divine abilities!"

The blood-clad man spoke truthfully.

"Oh?"

Chen Mu-yun's eyes glimmered slightly.

The Demon Lord Zhang Zan was the greatest martial sage succeeding the Tyrant Sovereign Qin Emperor and the Martial Emperor Tang King,

his Asura Devil Blade once dominated an era, its power not inferior to that of the present Martial-Suppressing King's Thunder Tiger Heaven-Severing Sabre.

Since you have refined the devil seed, relying on the blade's might, even a Martial Dao Grandmaster who has just begun to condense Divine Intent would stand a chance against you!

Thus, you shall go on my behalf to retrieve the Sun-shooting Golden Arrow!

"Yes!"

The blood-clad man respectfully accepted the order.

"Besides the Sun-shooting Golden Arrow, that youth likely carries other extraordinary treasures, possibly even a Realm-Suppressing Divine Weapon; do not underestimate him!"

Chen Mu-yun spoke again.

"Your subordinate will surely not fail the mission!"

The blood-clad man clasped his fists again.

"Step back!"

Chen Mu-yun raised his hand to signal his departure, then drew his legs together and sat cross-legged upon the Ghost Emperor's throne.

In the turning of his thoughts, a scarlet light descended from above his head,

and when he opened his eyes, he found himself standing before the towering divine mountain that soared ten thousand ren high.

His gaze swept over the stone stele at the mountain's base,

just as he intended to ascend straight to the summit as before, a fresh name caught his attention.

"Hegemon?"