Chapter 239: World Causality, Fall and Birth, Replacement and Inheritance

"I can leave behind what you need to win the bet first; if you win, it's yours, and if you lose, I'll come back to collect it."

Jiang Xun said.

"That's acceptable." After hearing this, Zhongli Lingyu felt it was reliable and nodded: "Then what good things do you have to give me?"

"Panlong Golden Feather Fan, a Sacred Artifact, it has been blood-bound; it will be ownerless after I die."

Jiang Xun took out the Panlong Golden Feather Fan and placed it on the table.

"Lord Dragon Emperor!"

As soon as the Panlong Golden Feather Fan was placed on the table, Sikong Yuhuan jumped out from inside, knelt on the ground, and shouted.

In fact, she had wanted to come out the whole time, but she couldn't get out no matter what; after all, she was in Jiang Xun's System Space.

Zhongli Lingyu was stunned by this shout of "Lord Dragon Emperor."

It was only then that Si Yuyan realized that Jiang Xun had used the bet to take out the Panlong Golden Feather Fan, letting Sikong Yuhuan call out Zhongli Lingyu's identity, in order to manipulate Zhongli Lingyu in return.

"..." Zhongli Lingyu looked at Sikong Yuhuan in surprise, the Folding Fan she was lightly waving in her hand also stopped, and after pondering for a long time, she said: "Sikong Yuhuan?"

"You know me?" Sikong Yuhuan was also very shocked upon hearing this, as she had never seen Zhongli Lingyu before.

Zhongli Lingyu looked up at Jiang Xun, then looked at Sikong Yuhuan; she was a smart person and knew that Jiang Xun already knew her identity, so she sighed.

"In that battle, you were the only one from the Sikong Clan who survived and successfully escaped; my mother told me about you." Zhongli Lingyu nodded: "You don't need to call me any Dragon Emperor; my mother is not dead yet."

Sikong Yuhuan's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Then where is Lord Dragon Emperor now..."

"In a safe place." Zhongli Lingyu intended to hide it.

"As long as you win the bet, both the Panlong Golden Feather Fan and Sikong Yuhuan are yours." Jiang Xun looked at Zhongli Lingyu and said.

"What if I lose the bet?" Zhongli Lingyu looked at Jiang Xun and said.

"You are mine." Jiang Xun smiled.

Zhongli Lingyu glared at Jiang Xun upon hearing this, rarely failing to maintain her calm and indifferent persona.

The appearance of Sikong Yuhuan caught her off guard; she did not expect to see Sikong Yuhuan at this time and in this setting.

She had thought that Sikong Yuhuan had long since died.

Was Sikong Yuhuan important to her? Of course, she was important.

The Sikong Clan was the most loyal subordinate of the Zhongli Clan; back then, the Sikong Clan exhausted the entire clan to send Zhongli Lingyu's mother out of the Northern Wasteland.

And Sikong Yuhuan was the Princess of the Sikong Clan.

This debt of gratitude was greater than heaven, so of course, she had to keep Sikong Yuhuan by her side.

"Fine." Zhongli Lingyu agreed immediately.

After all, she had absolute confidence in her intelligence; if that below was truly Jiabuli, Jiang Xun would not be able to return, and she would not lose this bet.

"But if that below is not Jiabuli, the bet is void." Zhongli Lingyu added.

"No problem." Jiang Xun nodded: "Then let's make an oath."

"I, Zhongli Lingyu, swear that if Jiang Xun kills Jiabuli, from now on I will be Jiang Xun's person, obedient to every word, without any objection, otherwise my body will die and my Dao will vanish."

Zhongli Lingyu raised her finger and said.

Sikong Yuhuan wanted to intervene halfway, but before she could speak, Jiang Xun had already withdrawn the Panlong Golden Feather Fan into the System Space, and Sikong Yuhuan disappeared along with it.

"I won't make an oath; anyway, if I can't return, the Panlong Golden Feather Fan will naturally become yours." Jiang Xun then looked at Zhongli Lingyu and said.

"Aren't you going to hand it over?" Zhongli Lingyu reached out her hand and said.

"Wait a moment, I need to tell her a few things." As Jiang Xun said this, he entered the Consciousness Space: "You must swear that before I return or die, you cannot go outside the fan."

"Why?" Sikong Yuhuan frowned and said.

"No reason; after the matter is done, I will naturally give you time to have a good chat. If you don't make this oath, then don't even think about seeing each other ever again." Jiang Xun smiled.

Sikong Yuhuan was silent for a moment upon hearing this, but then she still swore not to leave the inside of the fan until Jiang Xun returned or died.

Jiang Xun used Sikong Yuhuan and Zhongli Lingyu to manipulate each other, while he himself took all the benefits in the middle.

By the time Zhongli Lingyu became Jiang Xun's person, would he still have to worry about Sikong Yuhuan being a threat to him? By then, both Sikong Yuhuan, an Ancient Demon Race of the Integration Initial Stage, and Zhongli Lingyu, an Ancient Demon Race, would have to listen to Jiang Xun.

After Sikong Yuhuan finished her oath, Jiang Xun left the Consciousness Space and placed the Panlong Golden Feather Fan into Zhongli Lingyu's hand: "Before I return or die, she cannot come out."

"... Should I say you are cautious, confident, or just doing something unnecessary." Zhongli Lingyu smiled.

"How did the investigation go regarding the matter of Jun Tianling that I asked you to help me with last time?" Jiang Xun then asked.

"There is no news at all." Zhongli Lingyu shook her head: "The last news was still about establishing the Void Sect."

"Then, regarding Ice Soul Valley, you..."

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Zhongli Lingyu's finger pressed lightly on Jiang Xun's lips, interrupting what Jiang Xun was about to say, and then she turned around: "If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

"You haven't paid yet." Jiang Xun stood up and said.

"A Sacred Artifact is enough." Zhongli Lingyu said, lightly lifting the Panlong Golden Feather Fan.

After saying that, she opened the door and left.

"You big swindler, in just a few sentences you managed to swindle both Zhongli Lingyu and Sikong Yuhuan into your hands, and the Wangyue Pavilion is yours too." Si Yuyan said after Zhongli Lingyu left.

"Who told her to be so confident in Jiabuli's strength." Jiang Xun smiled: "I pray to heaven and earth that it must be Jiabuli under the Gufang Dynasty!... Speaking of which, do you know Jiabuli?"

"Of course." Si Yuyan nodded: "Super strong! Jun Tianling told me that when her father, the Emperor, became a Saint, he also picked up the Supreme Position of one of those thirty-five Saints; because of Jiabuli, the whole world was turned upside down."

"Countless dynasties were almost completely replaced within a year; for example, the current Gufang Dynasty was once a top-tier dynasty comparable to today's Tianyu Dynasty, but after that battle, it began to plummet; five thousand years ago, the Lingyun Dynasty was only a noble family."

"There are only three top-tier dynasties now: the Tianyu Dynasty in Nanwu, the Lingyun Dynasty in Dongming, and the Dongfang Dynasty in the Western Regions; but five thousand years ago, excluding the Western Regions, there were ten top-tier dynasties, which shows how the whole world was turned upside down because of Jiabuli's death."

"And... the male dragon of the Zhongli Clan in the Northern Wasteland also participated in that battle, and those who went never returned; it was also because of that battle that the luck of the Zhongli Dragon Race came to an end, and later they were overthrown by the Eight Great Demon Kings, and the Northern Wasteland was slaughtered."

"The super dynasty, the Junlin Dynasty, was destroyed, and the other dynasties in the Northern Wasteland did not survive either."

Si Yuyan sighed deeply.

"A super dynasty?"

Jiang Xun was puzzled; since it was a super dynasty, how could it not have held on?

Si Yuyan exhaled a breath and said, "Almost catching up to the existence of an Ancient Sect, there are five Saints within the imperial dynasty, yet they cannot stop it at all..."