Chapter 39: Emperor Reaper

"Senior, a few days ago I went to the East Sea, just slaughtered a dragon, the meat is still fresh." Jiang Yuanqing said: "Coincidentally, I still have a few jars of the spiritual liquor that the Elder Ancestor often brought to you, Senior."

"Why don't we just roast the dragon meat here, drink some wine, and wait for those two young masters to return from their training in the secret realm!"

You should know, Li Zhangsheng is a godlike powerhouse who slays Emperors as easily as slaughtering dogs; now that he has appeared again, Jiang Yuanqing naturally wants to get closer to him!

"Also good." Li Zhangsheng nodded slightly, "The liquor your Jiang family brews is indeed not bad!"

"Thank you, Senior, for giving me face." Jiang Yuanqing was in high spirits.

Afterwards he took out a pile of fresh dragon meat from his spatial ring, casually forged a grill, took out a few jars of liquor, and just sat outdoors, cross-legged, roasting the dragon meat and drinking liquor!

As for Wu Cheng and Yan Biao and a few others, after receiving a few meaningful glances from that Jiang family quasi-emperor elder, they sensibly left!

After those three of Yan Biao left, each let out a sigh of relief as if they had survived a disaster, their hearts unable to calm for a long time!

Fortunately, those two Emperors didn't care at all about those three ants.

I never expected to be fortunate enough to see two Emperor-level powerhouses today!!

"Let's go, after returning we'll hand over all the marketplaces to the Lingyun Chamber of Commerce." Yan Biao said carefreely, he didn't feel any regret in his heart.

After today's events, he also seemed to have let go!

Being alive is better than anything else; everything else is just fleeting clouds!

……

However, in the void above the Wanhe Mountain Range, a man with two dragon horns growing on his head sat cross-legged, with a huge unfolded ink painting floating before him.

The painting depicted towering mountains and rivers, flora and trees, and some ancient buildings, indeed like the scene of an ancient secret realm!

At this moment, from the perspective of the horned man, one could still see tiny dots flying to and fro within the painting.

The horned man watched as more and more tiny dots appeared in the scroll, a smile spreading across his face: "Hehe, come in, come in, the more the better!"

Afterwards he reached into a small pouch beside him, grabbed a handful of something, and tossed it into the painting, giving off a feeling of scattering bait!

This man with dragon horns on his head is naturally the black dragon who previously discussed Li Zhangsheng with Emperor Yun at a stronghold; he is also a subordinate of the Celestial Emperor!

And the painting scroll before him is precisely what others call the "present-day secret realm."

Originally, the number of sacrificial captives the black dragon had gathered for the Celestial Emperor was already sufficient, and he had been lying low for a while.

Who would have thought, a few days ago Emperor Yun suddenly fell.

After Emperor Yun's fall, his workload was dumped onto him.

No choice, he could only come work overtime!!

What a hard life!

However, after Emperor Yun's fall, it did make him much more wary!

Previously he captured people using that stiff, brutal method; now, he conservatively chooses this fishing approach!

Rather than risking capture, it's better to sit firmly at the fishing platform and wait for others to come deliver heads!

No way, he also fears accidentally killing that white-clad youth of Emperor Yun!

His strength is actually on par with Emperor Yun's; if he collided with that white-clad youth, his fate would likely be no different from Emperor Yun's.

Fortunately, this fishing method is still fairly efficient!

As time passed, the number of people entering the painting grew ever larger!

If this trend continues, the black dragon believes he can finish the task in just a few days.

"This method is fine; just sit here waiting for others to come deliver heads." The black dragon was very satisfied with his approach: "Tsk tsk tsk, why didn't I think of this before?"

"I heard the Grand Priest say that he has already hired the Netherworld's top-tier assassins to assassinate that white-clad youth."

"Those Netherworld folks are quite efficient in their work, ruthless in their strikes; I don't even know if that white-clad youth has received his boxed meal?"

……

Not far from Ze Yun Immortal City, a white immortal crane carried a lazy, dozing slovenly man.

This man wore coarse hemp clothing, with a rust-speckled sickle at his waist, disheveled and grimy, surrounded by a swarm of mosquitoes and flies buzzing about!

From time to time he would stick his hand into his pants pocket to scratch, then use that same hand to pick his nose!

Just then, a huge luxurious flying ship flew from behind, passing the slovenly man; the cultivators aboard all frowned, covering their noses, casting strange glances.

One of them, a handsome youth in splendid robes wearing an outer layer of white soft armor and carrying a sword on his back, couldn't stand the slovenly man's odor, and without restraint said toward him: "Mad, it reeks, I don't know why you don't wash, coming out here you're just polluting the air!"

The slovenly man suddenly opened his eyes, a cunning glint flashing within, and with a casual flick he launched a nearby fly into the youth's mouth.

The youth instantly wore the expression of having eaten feces.

"Damn it, I'll kill you!" the sword-backed youth instantly flew into a rage, about to draw his sword and slash at the slovenly man, when suddenly he began to utter agonized screams.

"Ahhhh!" the sword-backed youth screamed in unbearable pain, his body beginning to rot in spots.

Soon, it turned into a lump of foul-smelling rotting flesh!

"Young master!" the other cultivators on the ship, seeing their young master turn into a lump of foul-smelling, sky‑stinking rotting flesh, were all furious, their sharp gazes fixed on the slovenly man!

The slovenly man stretched lazily, then with a casual wave sent the flies and mosquitoes that had been buzzing around him swarming toward the people on the ship!

Soon, waves of miserable cries came from the luxurious flying ship…

Not long after, every cultivator on that luxurious flying ship had turned into lumps of rotting flesh, reeking to the heavens!

The slovenly man wore an expression of enjoyment, stood up, gazed toward the city ahead, yawned, and said, "Finally arrived!"

This slovenly man is named Kun Xuzi, a top‑tier assassin of the Netherworld!

Besides that, he also has a nickname—Emperor Realm Harvester!