Chapter 481: So what if you're a doctor, still can't keep a straight face when you see me?

Chapter 2423: The Grand Wedding of Three Thousand People

Finale: That legend is—Lord = 6!

Afterword

Stop, stop, stop, what the heck just popped into my head?

Shaking the chaotic thoughts from his mind, Ji Ming ultimately decided to focus on negotiation.

The evil god before him, no matter how you put it, is a being from ten thousand years ago; if he can pry a bit more, who knows how much valuable information might burst out.

So he slowly revealed his hidden charm rating, sighing deeply.

"Zidian, heed my advice: if you want to keep fighting me, you'll be the one who ends up at a loss!"

Zidian didn't rush to reply; after a moment of silence, he tentatively answered.

"On what basis do you say that?"

Ji Ming certainly didn't answer directly, but employed a mix of preface and riddle hints.

"I'm a relatively young deity; I haven't experienced battles among Zhen Shen, but as one of the Four Great Evil Gods, you must be quite experienced with this."

—Buddy, do you still remember how you died back then?

"The ancient scroll records that when the mighty power of Zhen Shen clashes, heaven and earth may split, mountains shatter, seas level, yet all can be done in a single gesture, easily leaving a personal mark upon this land."

—Tsk tsk, the boss's toad, stuck on the mountaintop like it's being put on a grill, that's a Yangyue tale indeed.

"Although we're currently dueling at a distance, if we truly engage, making this mountain range vanish from the map should be no difficulty."

—Fu Bi Xing is etched into the very bones of Huaxia people as a narrative technique; the preface is merely to better prove one's point.

"So, if you fail to defeat me next, I won't stop for the sake of my own face; if you end up dead and vanished, this ten‑thousand‑year effort would be wasted."

"And if you defeat me, causing my favorite divine choice to die, my church will not rest; I will mobilize the nation, even the world's forces to kill you alone, and you'll meet the same fate."

—Getting to the point, proving from two angles that Zidian has no path beyond negotiation.

"So, trying to solve the problem with force won't work; let's be frank..."

Ji Ming suddenly realized and quickly retracted his words.

"... Let's all show some sincerity, sit down, have a cup of tea, and talk properly."

"…"

Given Zidian's nature, he's certainly unwilling to concede, but the objective fact is that he truly doesn't want another rematch, so he can only give way a step.

Of course, he can't lose verbally.

"Well, it sounds like harsh but loyal advice; so what do you want to discuss, haha, perhaps you want to save the lives of those demon dragons?"

"Sure! I'll spare them!"

Zidian spoke grandly, but he was clearly not kind, deliberately bringing up the demon dragons.

After all, Ji Ming entered the scene trying to rescue them from his own subordinates, evidently valuing these fools' lives.

The one who first forcefully puts this weight on the negotiation table, having already made a "concession", can gain the initiative and raise the price.

"Yes! And no."

But in negotiations, whoever reveals their bottom first loses, so Ji Ming simply offered another riddle, continuing to beat around the bush.

First playing dumb, dragging from the demon dragons to Zidian, then following his network outward, slowly leaping back ten thousand years.

"To be honest, as a relatively young Zhen Shen, I'm quite curious about the past history of Yangyue Star."

"So Zidian, as someone who lived through that era, an elder senior, if you could tell me more about what happened ten thousand years ago and guarantee not to attack us again, I could let you off."

"After all, we are all Zhen Shen, living as long as heaven and earth, accompanying sun and moon's light; fighting here... ha, no need, truly no need!"

Zidian: That's it?

All this commotion, and you just want to hear me tell stories?

So Zidian let out a silly laugh; with the surrounding 3D sound effect, anyone might think they've entered the Great Xiong Hall.

However, the one seated above certainly isn't the Buddha, but the one who battled Hei Wukong…

"Haha, that's how it is."

"Ha, isn't it just a bit of knowledge? No problem!"

"In fact, as an elder senior, I'm happy to share a bit of life wisdom with a youngster like you."

Indeed, it's fine; after all, talking costs nothing, Zidian is still willing to try, betting a hand.

So, after a pause, he began recounting the great war from ten thousand years ago.

Huaxia has a saying: "A nation perishes by weakness, a lone Han by strength," which applies perfectly to the Yangyue World ten thousand years ago.

Compared to today, where only three Zhen Shen exist globally, a seventy‑level being can dominate a region, an eighty‑level can become a nation's foundation.

Ninety‑level beings are rarer than phoenix feathers; countless adventurers spend lifetimes never finding one from the post‑Yangyue era.

The final brilliance of the Yangyue Golden Age was simply too dazzling.

Only about thirty individuals worldwide reach ninety‑level; eighty‑level juniors can't even get a ticket to the pinnacle tournament, only able to become local petty emperors.

As for the Zhen Shen, the strongest lifeforms of Yangyue Star, there are exactly seven, each with a distinct style, all formidable, at least stronger than the Holy Light Church.

Old Sunhead grumbled: "Alas, not!"

Old Sunhead sighed helplessly: "Fine."

(End of Chapter)