Tang Thirty-Six's tone of voice had always been one of the most hateful existences in the world. Even when he was not cursing, no one liked it.
But Chen Chang Sheng liked Tang Thirty Six because Tang Thirty Six was his best friend. More importantly, when he needed help the most, Tang Thirty Six would always appear. Moreover, Tang Thirty Six knew Chen Chang Sheng's true thoughts better than him. Whenever Chen Chang Sheng didn't know what to choose, listening to Tang Thirty Six was always the right choice.
Tang Thirty-Six's words were naturally illogical, but for some reason, they had an inexplicable persuasiveness.
"Why did you come?"
Chen Changsheng was very worried about Tang Thirty-Six's body.
Based on Tang Thirty-Six's complexion, his strange fever had probably subsided, but his body was probably extremely weak, or else he would not be sitting in a wheelchair.
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "How could such an important moment in history be missing from my presence?"
The Tang Old Master coldly stared at him, preparing to reprimand him.
"Don't force me to expose my own dirty linen."
After saying this, Tang Thirty-Six began to cough.
Ye Xiaolian hurriedly patted his back.
Tang Thirty-Six waved his hand and took a pure white handkerchief from his sleeve to cover his mouth. His brow slightly creased as if in pain.
Neither the Tang Old Master nor Chen Changsheng could tell if this sentimental scholar's actions were real or fake, so it was naturally not good to pursue the matter.
Xu Yourong glanced at Ye Xiaolian. Ye Xiaolian somewhat shamefully lowered her head. She knew that these two had not gone to Mount Han and had turned back midway.
Tang Thirty-Six ignored this and said to the Demon Lord, "I forgot to introduce myself."
The Demon Lord replied, "I recognize you."
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "That's right, back in White Emperor City, you were truly rude to me. You didn't expect that ten years later, I would be exposed, did you?"
The Demon Lord calmly replied, "You truly are the best in the world at talking to yourself."
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "It seems that you truly do not know who I am."
The Demon Lord mocked, "Do you think that you can become Su Li like this?"
Tang Thirty-Six sternly replied, "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Sir's pen friend."
The Demon Lord froze. "Pen friend?"
Tang Thirty-Six replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, I have read all your letters, and the first four letters sent to Sir were all written by me."
The Demon Lord turned to Chen Changsheng and very seriously said, "This is a little excessive."
Chen Chang Sheng explained seriously, "I'm not good at dealing with people, and we weren't familiar with each other at the beginning, so I was afraid that it would be too awkward."
The Demon Lord recalled the contents of those letters and sighed, "I had thought that you had taken me as a close friend from the very beginning."
"Your Majesty, I still regard you as my confidant, and I'm still willing to be your best friend."
Tang Thirty-Six said to the Demon Lord, "So, dear friend … give me that thing in your hand."
The Demon Lord calmly gazed at him and suddenly asked, "Just where does your confidence come from?"
Tang Thirty-Six said, "I don't know, but my grandfather doesn't want to play cards with me."
The Demon Lord said, "Not even the Tang Old Master is willing to play, so I presume that your mahjong skills are rather impressive."
"My playing skills are actually very ordinary, far worse than Grandpa's and the Saintess's. However, I have a trick that can win the whole world."
Tang Thirty-Six said seriously, "I'm best at flipping the table. If I can't flip the table, then I'll bet my entire fortune."
"The Tang clan is the wealthiest clan of the Human race. If you bet your entire fortune with someone else, you'll naturally win every time."
The Demon Lord mocked, "But if you want to bet your entire fortune with me, you probably don't have as many chips as I do."
These words were true. No matter how rich the Tang clan was or how deep its resources, how could it compare to the master of the demon domain?
Tang Thirty-Six seriously said, "That's not necessarily true."
A voice suddenly rang out. "I'll follow."
The speaker was Xu Yourong, her expression very calm.
Wang Po also brought Scholartree Manor.
More and more people followed.
Chen Chang Sheng and the Tang Old Master said nothing. Everyone knew what they would do.
Tang Thirty-Six sat in his wheelchair, staring into the Demon Lord's eyes, his expression unprecedentedly serious.
This gambling game was not wagering on the Tang clan or the Li Palace, but on the entire Human race.
The Demon Lord fell quiet for a very long time, then suddenly asked, "Do the conditions in the letters still hold?"
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "Of course."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "I'll give you the greatest discount, as in the eleventh letter."
"Okay."
The Demon Lord threw the stone pestle at Tang Thirty-Six.
Tang Thirty-Six caught the stone pestle with his right hand, glanced at it, and then threw it back to the Tang Old Master.
Such an important divine artifact, something that could change the fate of the world, was like a worthless toy in their hands.
No one, including Chen Chang Sheng, was surprised by Tang Thirty-Six's performance.
He had never taken anything more precious seriously. Many years ago, in White Emperor City, he had also casually thrown the Orthodoxy's Divine Staff to Chen Chang Sheng.
Only Ye Xiaolian, pushing the wheelchair, knew that this was not the case.
She could clearly see that when Tang Thirty-Six caught the stone pestle, the clothes on his back were instantly drenched in sweat. It was clear that he was extremely nervous.
The Demon Lord looked at Tang Thirty-Six and asked, "Are you really not afraid?"
Tang Thirty-Six confidently replied, "I'm not an idiot, so how could I not be afraid!"
The Demon Lord was confused. "Then why do you appear so calm? I can't see any flaws?"
"Perhaps it's because I grew up rather wealthy."
Tang Thirty-Six added, "Whether it's material or mental."
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In their final conversation that night, Shang Xingzhou had mentioned that Black Robe might still have other tricks up her sleeve, but Chen Chang Sheng did not need to care too much.
It now appeared that this was Black Robe's final move, but he had not expected the Demon Lord's opposition to be so intense.
Regardless of whether the Astral Executioner could still be used, it was now in the Tang Old Master's hands. Even if Black Robe appeared, he would not be able to snatch it away.
But the sacrificial altar was still there, which meant that the threat had not been completely eliminated.
"Where is the sacrificial altar?" Chen Chang Sheng asked.
The Demon Lord lightly waved his sleeve. Demon flames began to flow, gradually revealing the scene hidden within. Xuelao City was faintly discernible.
The color of the demon flames in a certain place was even deeper, seeming like an unreal night, with no trace of light remaining.
The sacrificial altar was there.
Wang Po silently committed this position to memory, then turned and left the Demon Palace.
"What about the Demon Commander and the Second Demon General? And where is Black Robe? "
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the Demon Lord and said, "Since we've already reached an agreement, why not let both sides shed less blood?"
The Demon Lord's lips twitched, a self-deprecating smile on his face. "Have you still not seen that I'm all alone?"
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'All alone' was how the Human Emperor referred to himself, but it was not suitable for the Demon Lord.
Just like those black monoliths on the slope, whether in size or shape, none of them were suitable to be used as gravestones.
The several thousand black monoliths represented the several thousand high-level demons that had died on the battlefield.
The closer one was to the summit, the more noble the status of the demon buried.
Of course, other than that unlucky successor to the massive Gruel clan, the nobles of Xuelao City rarely died on the battlefield.
The graveyard was filled with cries. These were noble ladies weeping over their dead sons and their lovers who had been chopped into pieces.
There were also many nobles with faces covered in dust, their expressions lifeless as they stared at the night sky.
They knew that the Military Advisor had made this graveyard into a sacrificial altar, sending news back to the Sacred Light Continent. So why had no pillar of light descended to take them away?
The Human Army had already killed its way into Xuelao City, so why were they still standing here?
Shouts and the stampeding of hooves could be heard in the darkness, probably the human cavalry clearing out the resistance in the city.
The nobles were very numb, not even showing any fear. It was like they had not heard those voices at all.
Wang Po stood at the summit, silently gazing at those weeping women and those nobles that were like walking corpses.
His gaze moved across the graveyard, sensing the energy contained in those black monoliths. He confirmed that the Demon Lord had not lied and that this place was probably the sacrificial altar.
But he still felt that there were some problems. This sacrificial altar was probably not strong enough to forcefully break through space, much less connect two distant continents together.
Or was it just as the Demon Lord had said, that this sacrificial altar needed to be used in conjunction with the Astral Executioner to be fully effective?
While Wang Po was thinking about these questions, in a remote corner on the eastern side of the slope, a stooped gravedigger dressed in shabby clothes was just about to leave.
The gravedigger had just dug out a new grave and placed a very ordinary high-level demon corpse in it.
The gravedigger in the graveyard and the corpse in the grave were all very normal, but when one thought about how Xuelao City had just been breached, they all seemed extremely abnormal.
A calm gaze fell on the gravedigger, watching as he slowly walked to the other side of the slope.
Just when the gravedigger's figure was about to disappear into the line between the slope and the night sky, Wang Po spoke.
"One more time?"
The gravedigger stopped.
The wind ruffled his tattered clothes, and only now did one realize that it was not because he was stooped. He had always been very short.
After some time, he finally turned around and said, "Okay."
His voice was still hoarse and unpleasant to the ear.
The rust on his helmet seemed particularly bewitching in the starlight.
They had met for the first time on the plains in front of Mount Nuorilang, and for the second time in the swamp in front of Xuelao City.
Tonight, in the graveyard, they would meet again, and it might also be their last meeting.
The Demon Commander unsheathed her large blade from the wind and walked towards Wang Po.
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(The matter of writing letters was mentioned in the previous volume. Ten years ago, Tang Tang believed that Chen Changsheng wanted his help in writing a love letter … in addition, 'relatively rich in both material and mental energy' is actually not particularly appropriate here, but that was an evaluation I prepared for Tang Thirty-Six three years ago when Heaven's Chosen was first published. I had been waiting to use it, but I never found a suitable opportunity. Now that the book is about to be finished, I'm worried that I won't be able to use it. Friends, we all need to be this kind of person.)
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