Grasping the Evil-Chapter 790: Siege of the Nine Emperors

Lv Wen couldn’t help but feel indignant!

In fact, Ning Fan’s reluctance to show his token to Lv Wen within the Southern Tribe was considered a signal, a signal for battle!

If the Southern Tribe’s ancestor sent an emissary specifically to find a branded sinner of the tribe, it usually served one of two purposes.

Either it was due to a lack of talent and manpower within the clan, deciding to reintegrate some expelled sinners back into the tribe, to join the four divisions; or because they considered the person’s sins too grievous, not wanting to leave them a way out, intending to eliminate them...

Generally speaking, if the emissary was there to kill, they wouldn’t show the token, as per the regulations of the Southern Tribe.

Lv Wen deeply believed Ning Fan to be a Southern Tribe emissary. Seeing Ning Fan’s cold demeanor and his unwillingness to reveal his token, naturally, he assumed the other was there to kill him, his expression full of indignation.

He had to know, he, Lv Wen, had been expelled from the Southern Tribe for sixty million years!

In those sixty million years, he constantly hoped for the emissary of the Southern Tribe to show up and bring him back to the tribe.

After much struggle, when an emissary finally arrived, it was to kill him. How could he not feel aggrieved, how could he not feel indignant!

Had he committed some unforgivable crime that even after sixty million years, the Southern Tribe’s ancestor still couldn’t forget about killing him!

"Nan Tianhua! Oh, you Nan Tianhua! You are unworthy of being a Gu Ancestor! You bully the weak as a mighty one! You break your promises! Back in the day, my spell merely lost control for a moment, poisoning a few of your innate spiritual medicines with plague, and you heartlessly expelled me from the tribe. Sixty million years have passed and yet you still won’t let me go, actually sending someone to kill me! This is outrageous, outrageous!"

Lv Wen, gnashing his teeth, cursed as he waved his hand, suddenly summoning a Bright Yellow Pearwood Sword in his palm with a faint fragrance, glaring at Ning Fan, feeling great anger yet deeply wary!

He couldn’t see through Ning Fan’s cultivation level but deeply believed Ning Fan’s power to be terrifying.

Although Ning Fan’s cultivation was inferior to Lv Wen’s, he had experienced many grand occasions, facing Lv Wen with composure.

The more composed Ning Fan appeared, the more Lv Wen felt he had no fears or weaknesses.

Lv Wen, clutching the Bright Yellow Pearwood Sword, attempted to muster the courage to fight Ning Fan, yet couldn’t bring himself to swing the sword, his wrist trembling incessantly.

He couldn’t sense Ning Fan’s aura, nor could he realize that Ning Fan was just a junior in the Ghost Immortal Realm...

With a sneaky move, Ning Fan’s hand in his sleeve quietly touched the jade scroll, taking a small step forward, placing the little demoness slightly behind him.

His eyes meeting the little demoness’s for a moment, he used sound transmission to inquire about the ’Southern Tribe’ and the ’Gu Clan’, seeing the little demoness slightly shaking her head, evidently not knowing what these two terms represented, causing his heart to sink slightly.

Once he sensed a slight tremor from a certain item in his storage pouch, Ning Fan suddenly had a guess.

Seeing Ning Fan step forward, Lv Wen was startled, thinking Ning Fan was going to make a move, instinctively retreating half a step, weakening his momentum. Imagining countless times the scene of fighting Ning Fan, he felt there was not even one chance of victory, already intimidated before fighting.

Desiring to escape, yet knowing by the rules of the Southern Tribe, if he fled, he would definitely be hunted by more people, inevitably meeting his death...

He could only fight with all his might!

Seeing a battle imminent, Ning Fan’s eyes sharpened as he made a decision, flipped his hand, and took out a token as clear as jade.

This token was the treasure he obtained during the ocean of stars long ago—the Gu Emperor Token!

This token had the power to neutralize Gu poison and had assisted Yuan Yao in detoxifying before.

The power of this token was not strong and was long useless to Ning Fan, but at this moment, he resolutely took it out.

This token vibrated slightly in the storage pouch, perhaps it was the Gu Command Lv Wen wanted to see.

This token emitted a slight glow at the moment, the light slowly forming two words on the token, which were ’Zhao Jian’.

Presumably, the former owner of this token was Zhao Jian. Had it not been for the encounter with Lv Wen where the tokens sensed each other, these words would never appear.

Ning Fan glanced at the token in his hand, then his gaze swept towards Lv Wen, coldly saying, "I’m not here to kill you!"

Indeed, Ning Fan didn’t know what the Southern Tribe was, or what the Gu Clan referred to, nor why Lv Wen changed faces so suddenly like flipping a book.

Perhaps, this token was the Gu Command Lv Wen referred to, perhaps not...

Perhaps taking out this token could pacify Lv Wen’s anger, perhaps it couldn’t...

Though Ning Fan had the jade scroll gifted by the Slaughter Emperor as his safeguard, using the jade scroll to battle Lv Wen in the territory of the Godly Void Pavilion wasn’t very appropriate...

Lv Wen wanted to see the token, so Ning Fan showed it to him!

Lv Wen seemed to misunderstand him as an enemy, so Ning Fan explained with a sentence, asserting he was not there to kill him.

After doing these things, if it couldn’t quell Lv Wen’s inexplicable anger and killing intent, Ning Fan would have to find another solution.

In summary, Ning Fan was unwilling to fight Lv Wen to death on the domain of the Godly Void Pavilion.

If nothing else worked, Ning Fan could only conceal himself and escape with the little demoness.

Ning Fan’s gaze grew increasingly calm in the face of Lv Wen, who might attack him at any moment, yet he showed little fear.

He had witnessed many storms in his life; though Lv Wen was vicious, he was not intimidated.

Standing in front of the little demoness, he was like a mountain, providing an incredibly solid sense of security.

Because of Lv Wen’s appearance and sudden killing intent, the little demoness was initially worried for Ning Fan, but upon seeing Ning Fan’s expression, she let out a sigh of relief.

"It seems Little Fan Fan isn’t afraid of Lv Wen; it must be because he has a way to handle the situation... Come to think of it, Little Fan Fan is really calm. He’s just a Ghost Immortal Realm cultivator, yet he remains composed even when facing Senluo and Lv Wen... I wonder how he’ll deal with Lv Wen..."

The little demoness’s lips curled into a smile, and she silently watched Ning Fan’s broad back, pondering something.

Seeing Ning Fan take out the Gu Command and claim he wasn’t there to kill him, Lv Wen was first stunned, then delightedly said, "Is this true! Daoist, are you truly not here to kill Lv Wen?"

"I’m not!" Ning Fan replied.

"Then did the ancestors order you to escort Lv Wen back to the Southern Clan?" Lv Wen asked eagerly, his eyes full of hope.

Ning Fan remained silent for a moment before saying, "No!"

He didn’t follow Lv Wen’s lead to claim he was there to take Lv Wen back to the clan.

At this moment, although Ning Fan had no idea what the Southern Clan was, he guessed it must be an extremely terrifying power.

Being a clan that an Immortal King longs to return to, how could it be weak? It might even be one of the legendary ten great secret clans...

"This Poison King Token is likely a token of someone from the Southern Clan. Lv Wen probably misunderstood my intentions because I possess it... If I pretended to be from the Southern Clan, I’d likely provoke their wrath; I’m not a Southern Clan cultivator, yet I hold their token. If this gets out, it might not be wise; people might suspect I killed a Southern Clan cultivator to obtain it..."

Ning Fan’s eyes flickered as he made up his mind. What he could do was neither admit to being from the Southern Clan nor deny it, leaving Lv Wen to speculate on his own, quietly observing the situation.

Hearing Ning Fan’s words, Lv Wen was taken aback and showed disappointment.

He naturally hadn’t expected that Ning Fan was neither there to kill him nor to bring him back to the clan.

This meant Ning Fan wasn’t looking for him at all; he had simply misunderstood.

"Daoist, are you truly not here to take Lv Wen back to the clan?" Lv Wen asked full of disappointment.

"No!"

Ning Fan’s tone was indifferent as he deliberately furrowed his brow, his gaze slightly cold. He was confident that Lv Wen couldn’t discern his cultivation level and likely took him as an Eternal Old Freak, so he played his role as an Eternal Old Freak according to Lv Wen’s guess, exuding the aloof demeanor of Senluo with every word and action.

"Ah... So daoist is merely passing by, not here for Lv Wen... Hmm? Daoist’s Gu Command..." Lv Wen sighed longingly, shaking his head repeatedly, but suddenly glanced at Ning Fan’s Gu Command again.

With that glance, he was greatly shocked!

Previously, he hadn’t looked at it carefully; now he noticed that Ning Fan’s token was a bit unusual!

Ning Fan’s Poison King Token was indeed genuine, but its design was somewhat different from normal tokens. Such tokens were usually held by cultivators of the Southern Clan performing special missions!

"I see, daoist, are you here on a special mission!" Lv Wen exclaimed before realizing he had misspoken.

This place wasn’t just about him and Ning Fan; there was also the little demoness, an ’outsider,’ so some things couldn’t be said aloud.

Since Ning Fan was here on a special mission, it was naturally a significant matter requiring utmost secrecy.

If Ning Fan appeared in the Dongming Star Domain, perhaps this mission had something to do with the Godly Void Pavilion...

"Does the internal ancestor have designs on the Godly Void Pavilion? Is that why someone was sent here? If so..."

Upon this thought, Lv Wen’s gaze turned cold as killing intent filled the air. He looked at the little demoness behind Ning Fan and apologetically said, "Sorry, Lv Wen was momentarily reckless and said something wrong, letting someone else hear it. In that case, Lv Wen will take care of the trouble for daoist by eliminating this woman!"

With that, Lv Wen turned his sword, aiming to strike down the little demoness in an instant.

"There’s no need to kill her; she’s useful to me!"

Ning Fan’s gaze shifted, immediately intervening.

This statement, though, indirectly acknowledged that he was there on a mission. He wouldn’t let Lv Wen kill the little demoness right in front of him.

The little demoness, however, wasn’t afraid of Lv Wen, watching Ning Fan with a playful smile, finding it amusing. Seeing Ning Fan pretend to be a Southern Clan cultivator to protect her only improved her mood.

Lv Wen was stunned for a moment but then sheathed his Bright Yellow Pearwood Sword, coughing dryly a few times as he awkwardly smiled at Ning Fan, "Since daoist finds this woman useful, Lv Wen doesn’t dare make a move against her. Daoist, is your surname Zhao and given name Jian? Could you be a descendant of the Emperor from the Zhao Family, part of the Gu Division?"

Ning Fan remained silent, offering no reply. Lv Wen seemed to understand something as he looked at Ning Fan, chuckling.

"There I go talking too much again. Does Daoist Zhao require any assistance from Lv Wen on this mission? If needed, feel free to ask; Lv Wen will not refuse. Of course, in the future, when daoist returns to the clan, please say a few kind words in front of the ancestors and see when they might consider allowing Lv Wen to return to the Southern Clan. Regardless, I’m now an Immortal King; my return would benefit the clan greatly."

"There’s no need. Daoist Lv, if you have nothing else, could you leave? Zhao Jian has important matters to attend to here," Ning Fan said with a frown.

"Very well, very well, since Daoist Zhao has matters to attend to, I, Lv, will not disturb you. If you have any needs, feel free to find me directly. I am an outer elder of the Godly Void Pavilion, and I can certainly support you in any way. Hehe, it’s just a small gift, though it may not be much, Daoist, please accept it."

With that, Lv Wen took out an exquisite storage pouch and handed it to Ning Fan with both hands, giving a cupped fist salute before transforming into an escape rainbow and leaving.

He was still busy finding a place to stabilize his injuries, and leaving was just in line with his intentions.

Only after Lv Wen’s escape light disappeared without a trace did Ning Fan put away all expressions. With a sweep of his spirit sense over the storage pouch, he discovered there were actually a trillion Dao Crystals inside...

It was by no means a small gift.

From beginning to end, Lv Wen never doubted Ning Fan’s identity, simply because no tokens from the Southern Clan had ever been lost within the Four Heavens...

Lv Wen did not know that Ning Fan’s token was obtained from the lower realms, left behind by a Southern Clan cultivator who had gone out on a mission...

Putting away the trillion Dao Crystals and the Poison King Token into the Yin-Yang Realm, Ning Fan remained silent for a moment, then gently wrapped his arm around the little demoness’s slender waist, flying unhurriedly in the direction of the Dongming Star.

The news of Senluo’s arrival had already spread throughout Dongming. At this moment, there were hardly any cultivators flying through the starry sky in the Dongming Star Domain. Masters of Void Fragmentation and Immortal cultivators of various forces had all gone into closed-door cultivation on their respective cultivation stars, unwilling to be drawn into trouble.

However, quite a few cultivators hoping to benefit from the impending war were quietly moving through the starry sky, occasionally crossing paths with Ning Fan’s escape light. They merely took a glance and communicated nothing further.

Those who extended their spirit sense to perceive Ning Fan were deeply apprehensive upon discovering the power of his Ghost Mask.

Some cultivators traveling with the Young Pavilion Master of Godly Void and the little demoness recognized her, were slightly startled, but did not meddle further.

The little demoness nestled in Ning Fan’s arms, her previously subdued mood soothed by the incident with Lv Wen, was now relaxed.

Smilingly gazing at Ning Fan, she suddenly spoke, "If I’m not mistaken, the Southern Clan is likely one of the ten great secret clans... For Lv Wen to be willing to betray the Godly Void Pavilion for the Southern Clan, daring to blatantly consider killing me, the power behind him must be greater than Godly Void. Little Fan Fan, Lv Wen mistook you for a Southern Clan cultivator. Why didn’t you take the opportunity to leverage him well? If you asked, he would’ve given you his storage pouch on a silver platter."

Ning Fan shook his head, saying, "Excessive greed is not good."

Without further explanation, Ning Fan flew to a part of the starry sky near the Dongming Star Domain, putting the little demoness down and standing shoulder to shoulder with her.

Scattered around them, several cultivators were hidden, mostly intending to pick up the spoils from the battlefield.

Most were not Divine Void Cultivators. Senluo’s contention with the Divine Void Pavilion might offer them some opportunities.

Among these hidden cultivators, many were Fate Immortals and True Immortals.

Occasionally, exceptionally powerful spirit senses emerged from unknown sources, sweeping over Ning Fan. Unable to discern Ning Fan’s precise level of cultivation, they were scared away by his Innate Ghost Mask, quickly withdrawing their senses, fearful of offending Ning Fan.

Previously, when Ning Fan stayed within the Ninth Star of Senluo, he couldn’t accurately sense the hidden cultivators outside, but now he could perceive them precisely.

"Many old monsters are hiding here. Little Fan Fan, do you think your presence with me wearing a Ghost Mask here will be too conspicuous, igniting fireworks in the process? By the way, what level is your Ghost Mask? It seems even Lv Wen didn’t see your true face... Such a powerful Ghost Mask is not something ordinary assassins of the Slaughter Hall could possess," the little demoness asked merrily.

To the little demoness’s query, Ning Fan simply smiled without answering, directing his spirit sense towards the Void Star next to the Dongming Star, quietly waiting.

Senluo had invited him to light a fireworks display, a spectacle that needed an audience.

Senluo had yet to bring out his beloved woman, so the time for the fireworks was not yet ripe.

"Little Fan Fan, henceforth call me Aci... In my memory, before my mother passed, she used to call me that..." The little demoness continued smiling, but there was a hint of nostalgia in her smile.

In the past, she would never have asked Ning Fan to address her in such a manner. But now, some things were already different.

"Alright. I will call you Aci in the future."

Ning Fan nodded, standing with his hands behind his back in the starry sky, not revealing a trace of his aura, yet making anyone attempting to spy on him not dare to underestimate him.

Already he had an innate grandeur of a grandmaster!

"Could this person be one of the eight hundred Ghost Faces of the Slaughter Hall? Yet I have never heard of anyone in the Slaughter Hall having such a powerful Ghost Mask..." A hidden Shedding Void Realm old monster in the starry sky exclaimed.

"An Innate Ghost Mask! This person must be an Eternal Old Freak; otherwise, how could someone have such a formidable Ghost Mask!" Another old monster, half a step into the Timeless Realm, swept their spirit sense over Ning Fan and was immediately astonished.

The more powerful the old monster, the more they could recognize the might of the Innate Ghost Mask, and the more they feared Ning Fan.

Because they couldn’t see through him, they were apprehensive.

Because of ignorance, fear arises.

This was Ning Fan’s first appearance with a Ghost Mask and silver hair in front of the Eastern Celestial Cultivators, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After an indeterminate amount of time, a series of earth-shattering explosions suddenly resounded from the gigantic door on the Void Star.

In the next moment, the gigantic door burst, and an enormous golden giant bell, as large as a star, slowly appeared in the starry sky!

Standing under that giant bell was a person, holding the bell with one hand, proudly standing, red hair fluttering. It was Senluo!

Around Senluo, twelve Heaven-Shattering Arrows with their spirituality exhausted were circling, and above his head hung a treasure, the Demon-Sealing Ranking, already drained of its spirit.

His body was covered in wounds, blood flowing freely, yet his eyes were filled with extreme satisfaction.

The Heaven Suppressing Bell was filled with cracks as thin as spider silk, made by Senluo!

"The bell has already started to crack, I will continue to strike it. When the time comes, you will be responsible for igniting the fireworks!"

With a movement of Senluo’s lips, it was unknown to whom he was communicating.

In the next moment, he raised the giant bell high and, under the watchful eyes of countless cultivators of the Dongming Star, Shenkong Star, and Void Star, began pounding the Heaven Suppressing Bell with his fists!

Beside him, the eyes of the Beast of Destruction were filled with tension, with numerous injuries on its body, seemingly leftovers from a previous battle.

Cracks on the Heaven Suppressing Bell continued to increase, while Senluo’s injuries also grew heavier, the bell’s tolling reverberating through the star domain, shaking everyone.

Anyone with sharp eyes could see that Senluo was willing to sacrifice his life to destroy the Heaven Suppressing Bell!

He’s a madman!

"Stop! Senluo!"

Suddenly, a black hole appeared in the void, and from within it, the Shenhao Twin Emperors leapt out, shouting at Senluo with shock and anger.

They had finally escaped, but it seemed it was too late, as the Heaven Suppressing Bell had already been damaged by Senluo!

"There are quite a few who wish to stop me, but can you really stop me!"

Senluo howled skyward, the ensuing blood-red sound waves crazily spread across the starry sky, forcing countless hidden old monsters to reveal themselves.

Among them were Fate Immortals and True Immortal old monsters who came to loot, and more intriguingly, seven old monsters enveloped in a multicolored glow, each an Immortal Emperor!

Aside from the Shenhao Twin Emperors, there were seven Eastern Heaven Immortal Emperors, each with ill intent!

They appeared, some with enmity toward Senluo, others simply to watch the events unfold.

"Senluo! Whatever grievances you have with the Godly Void Pavilion, I do not care, but the Thunder King Seal you stole from my ’Three Thousand Thunder Realm’ years ago must be returned!"

The woman wrapped in a multicolored glow, with silver hair and thunder wings, spoke softly before stepping towards Senluo and the Heaven Suppressing Bell.

She was the master of the Three Thousand Thunder Realm in the East Heaven, known as the White Emperor of the era, possessing cultivation of the Eternal Seventh Tribulation, named Lan Yunxian!

"Senluo! Years ago you killed my beloved disciple, today I must settle this with you!"

With those words, a giant emperor with three heads and eight arms roared towards Senluo, killing intent palpable.

He was the Yellow Turban Emperor, one of the Sixteen Emperors of the Eastern Heaven, possessing the cultivation of the Eternal Sixth Calamity, but with almost unparalleled physical strength in the Sixth Calamity!

"Heh, I had a bit of friendship with the Jiuyou Emperor who died by your hand, and no matter what, I must seek justice for him!"

Another emperor, with three eyes, snorted coldly, stepping out upon the clouds.

He claimed to seek justice for the Jiuyou Emperor, but the lack of genuine sorrow in his eyes showed that revenge was merely an excuse.

This man possessed cultivation of the Eternal Sixth Calamity, known as the Maha Emperor!

Aside from these three Immortal Emperors, four more stood silently, surrounding Senluo.

Including the Shenhao Twin Emperors, nine Immortal Emperors surrounded Senluo!

Senluo’s red hair flew wildly as he faced nine emperors, unafraid, laughing loudly!

"Good, very good! The third person I wish to kill is here too, so let’s go, bring it on, I fear nothing!"

The power of time from the Six-Apertures Ancient God was fully activated by Senluo in that moment.

An aura stronger than the combined momentum of the nine emperors transformed into a mighty ring shadow that appeared behind Senluo!

In this moment, Senluo, imbued with the Ring of the Initial Saint formed from the power of the Six Apertures of Time, was more powerful than ever!

The expressions of the nine emperors instantly turned to shock and fear.

Before anyone could react, Senluo’s figure began to fade, and one of the emperors suddenly changed his expression drastically. Beneath his feet, a Cultivation Star suddenly exploded, and from it emerged a gigantic bloody hand with only four fingers, yet it was enough to tear the firmament, reaching out to grasp him!

Despite his cultivation of the Eternal Seventh Tribulation, he was momentarily unable to move!

"Hongze, you are the third person I must kill! Spit out that cup of Spirit Soul Liquor you drank!" (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), whether with recommendation votes or moon tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)