Chapter 742

Zhao Xiangdu felt like he'd been slapped in the face.

And not just once—repeatedly rubbed raw.

A celestial treasure?

And an ultimate one at that!

I don't even have one, and you give it to a servant?

This…

In other words, the treasure she gave to her servant is an ultimate celestial treasure—so I'm supposed to trade my low-grade celestial treasure to get her back?

That really wouldn't be appropriate at all!

"Huh…" Zhao Xiangdu took a deep breath, glancing at He Pingsheng, then at the sneering faces of countless prodigies in the hall—suddenly, he felt dizzy.

He truly had nothing better on him.

Because he was nothing but someone else's servant.

"He Pingsheng, since you already have a better treasure, I'm sure you don't want mine!" Zhao Xiangdu said. "Fine—when I acquire something better later, I'll repay you."

He had no choice.

He could only retreat for now.

Zhao Xiangdu felt the worst thing he'd ever done in his life was coming here to argue with He Pingsheng.

What was there to argue about?

Just wait until the Stone Platform Gathering ends, then kill him outright, right?

No no no…

No need to wait until the Stone Platform Gathering ends—just have my disciples kill that dog during the matches.

I hope your combat power matches your performance today.

Otherwise, hehehe…

"My apologies!" Zhao Xiangdu, a Mahayana Emperor, bowed deeply to He Pingsheng across the hall, then turned to leave.

"Your Majesty, don't go!" A discordant voice suddenly rose from below.

When Zhao Xiangdu turned to look at Wang Dun, his face twitched involuntarily.

This guy… is he doing this on purpose?

"Oh?" Zhao Xiangdu still took a deep breath and asked Wang Dun: "Young man of the human race, what else do you want?"

Wang Dun said: "Your Majesty, I actually have a way to satisfy He Pingsheng!"

"Oh?" Zhao Xiangdu's expression softened slightly—if this fellow truly had a perfect idea, it wouldn't be bad.

After all, he still wanted Zhou Qingmei back by his side.

On one hand, he truly missed Zhou Qingmei.

Zhou Qingmei was his regret, and his Dao heart.

If Zhou Qingmei returned, Zhao Xiangdu believed his cultivation base could break through further.

"I beg your guidance!" Zhao Xiangdu bowed again to Wang Dun.

Wang Dun said: "It's simple… Your Majesty isn't without good treasures—you just don't want to part with them!"

"For instance, didn't you fuse the 【Immortal Holy Flame】 from the Ten Primordial Heavenly Fires?"

"Hand it over… Give this to He Pingsheng—I bet he'll return the servant to you with both hands!"

Whoa…

At these words, the entire hall erupted in uproar.

Damn!

Asking him to give up the Immortal Holy Flame—isn't that going too far?

But Wang Dun still thought he was perfectly reasonable: "Your Majesty, as a Mahayana Emperor, you should know that the Ten Primordial Heavenly Fires' greatest function is merely to ensure one's advancement to Mahayana Emperor without losing one's wisdom—they offer little benefit to cultivation or Dao comprehension!"

"Now that you've already reached Mahayana Emperor, this Immortal Holy Flame serves you little purpose—why not give it up?"

Zhao Xiangdu's face darkened.

True—Wang Dun was right.

The greatest function of the Primordial Heavenly Fires really was only to guarantee entry into Mahayana Emperor without losing one's wisdom.

They offered little help to cultivation or Dao insight.

But damn it—you completely ignore how much they boost combat power!

With the Ten Primordial Heavenly Fires, the advantage in battle isn't minor at all.

"Wang Dun, what do you mean?" This time it wasn't Zhao Xiangdu who spoke—it was his disciple who stood up.

This man was Zhao Xiangdu's eldest disciple, Yun Yi, a prodigy of the Fire Phoenix clan.

Yun Yi hated He Pingsheng because he too loved Su Zhenzhen, and had fallen for her at first sight.

Hearing Wang Dun speak so brazenly, he couldn't help but rise.

"Wang Dun, with the Ten Primordial Heavenly Fires, my master's combat power isn't just slightly enhanced—it's his Dao foundation! How can you ask him to give it away?"

"Your demand is extremely impolite!"

Wang Dun's black face broke into a grin: "Hehehe… Young brother, you're wrong… The Immortal Holy Flame Emperor is a domain lord, yet he's still a servant of the Phoenix clan. As the saying goes, even when you beat a dog, you must look at its master. Even if Your Majesty had no Primordial Heavenly Fires, no one on the Heavenly Fire Continent would dare lay a hand on him—so these flames are useless."

As soon as Wang Dun spoke, the entire hall fell silent.

Holy shit… Even He Pingsheng drew a sharp breath: Damn, Master Wang is asking for death—he dares say such things.

You dare say "even when you beat a dog, you must look at its master"?

Even the Emperors above fell silent.

"Wang Dun…" Zhao Xiangdu took a deep breath: "You've already sealed your own death."

Below, Wang Dun's face turned pale with fear—he even raised his hand dramatically to cover his mouth: "What? Your Majesty wants to kill me… A Mahayana Emperor killing a Void Refinement cultivator? Isn't that disgraceful?"

"How will Your Majesty kill me?"

"When will you kill me?"

"Come on… Why not just slap me dead right now…"

"Hurry up, kill me already!"

In Wang Dun's eyes flickered a glimmer of longing.

To He Pingsheng, it seemed this guy actually wanted Zhao Xiangdu to kill him!

This…

Utterly speechless.

Not just He Pingsheng—everyone was speechless.

"Come on!" Wang Dun kept urging: "Don't dawdle!"

"Hurry up, hurry up… Please kill me…"

This left Zhao Xiangdu utterly at a loss.

Of course, Zhao Xiangdu couldn't kill anyone here.

He let out a cold, heavy snort: "Why should I, a Grand Master, lift a finger against a scoundrel like you?"

"Someone else will send you to hell soon enough!"

With that, Zhao Xiangdu swept his sleeve angrily and returned to his lotus platform.

Phew…

After returning to his lotus platform, Zhao Xiangdu visibly exhaled in relief.

Damn it… How could two Void Refinement ants cause me such pressure?

Not only Zhao Xiangdu—heaved a sigh of relief; even the leader of the Tengshe clan beside Wang Dun did.

Her forehead was drenched in sweat, which she wiped repeatedly: "Wang Dun…"

"Are you here to help the Tengshe clan—or to destroy us?"

"My ancestors, can you please stop this?"

She was on the verge of tears.

But Wang Dun grinned slyly and whispered mysteriously: "Don't worry—even if Zhao Xiangdu wants to kill me, he hasn't got the guts. Too bad… this bastard's too cowardly—my mission's failed!"

"Damn it!"

"Coward! No wonder you became someone's servant—pathetic trash…"

At these words, the Tengshe leader trembled violently.