The Ancient Gods' Whisper-Chapter 790 - 379: The Man in the Coffin, Red King! (Part 3)

Chapter 790: Chapter 379: The Man in the Coffin, Red King! (Part 3)

The distance was too close, and the oppressive force, like a sinister wind, came rushing towards him.

Fortunately, he had undergone the baptism of the Supreme Level, allowing him to remain calm in the face of danger.

Without a doubt, this was Jiang Chunyang.

A pioneer of the Human World four hundred years ago, and now the true ruler of the Dark World.

Jiang Chunyang continued to wield his paintbrush on the canvas, as if the paint was his fury, wantonly venting.

From start to finish, he never averted his gaze, seemingly immersed in the world of the painting.

Suddenly, he lifted his withered right hand, reaching for the golden mask on the young man’s face.

"If you take off my mask, you will die."

Gu Jianlin said coldly, "Whose life is worth more, yours or mine?"

Jiang Chunyang’s extended right hand halted at his forehead, gently tapping the mask with his index finger, rasping, "Quite a character you are, knowing what to use to bargain with me."

"When did the Si Family produce someone as bold and insightful as you? Truly interesting."

He withdrew his hand, sneering, "What secrets does your face hide?"

Gu Jianlin remained silent. Of course, he had disguised his face, with a layer of simulated skin made from an Alchemy Mud Mask, even injecting special agents to cause swelling and change his features.

But to be safe, he still did not want to reveal his true face.

The people of the Dark World tended to believe in divination more.

With the golden mask and the Lock of Nonexistence, it was already enough.

"Whether or not I remove the mask makes no difference to me, but if I let you handle me arbitrarily, then in this transaction, I am already at a disadvantage, and I’ll definitely suffer."

Gu Jianlin continuously analyzed his personality profile.

His brutality, his madness, his cruelty, his cold-blooded nature.

As if in his mind, there was also a blank canvas, sketched with a ghostly face by paint.

Based on the information he had gathered, coupled with the sketched personality profile.

He knew very well what the old man in front of him wanted.

"You are very brave."

Jiang Chunyang continued to stare at the canvas, rasping, "Not many dare to transact with me."

Gu Jianlin glanced at the wooden box on the stone table, saying indifferently, "That’s because they’re of no use to you."

Bringing out something essential for survival like this, by conventional wisdom, he’d be considered crazy.

In actuality, he wasn’t crazy.

Because Jiang Chunyang would not act rashly.

The old man didn’t even touch the wooden box.

Yet his peripheral gaze never strayed a mere inch from it.

"It seems you really want to know what’s inside this box."

Gu Jianlin allowed himself to relax, propping his elbows on the stone table, fingers interlaced: "Sadly, nothing has leaked out, so even you dare not mess with it, for fear of losing your lifeline."

Jiang Chunyang’s hand gripping the brush paused, seemingly unconcerned about the tone used to address him, a suppressed painful sound emanating from his throat, he said in a low voice, "Where did it come from?"

Gu Jianlin answered seriously, "The first layer of the Qilin Immortal Palace, the Returning Burial Forest."

Jiang Chunyang was silent for a moment, a fierce light flickering in his ferocious eyes.

This was the narrative Gu Jianlin had prepared long ago.

The Si Family had once collaborated with The Order of the Hidden to explore the Returning Burial Forest.

Afterward, Si Wei’an had always denied obtaining anything from the Returning Burial Forest, but no one believed him.

Now, Si Wei’an was dead.

If there truly was something in the Returning Burial Forest, it could only end up in the hands of the Si Family.

"If you’re lying to me, you will die a horrible death."

Jiang Chunyang thrust the brush forcefully, as if seeing his mortal enemy, ready to pierce his heart.

The reason he said such a thing was because he considered the source believable.

Temporarily, no problem could be seen.

But he was a vicious old wolf, always needing to threaten his opponent.

As for why he didn’t resort to theft, the reason was simple.

Because Gu Jianlin wasn’t a fool. Since he dared to bring it out, he wasn’t afraid of robbery.

Anything related to the Ancient God Clan must be approached cautiously.

Even if you’ve obtained a treasure, using it incorrectly would still lead to eternal damnation.

"The effects of the roots of the Candle Light Divine Tree must, of course, be neutralized with petals of the Ghostly Glowing Lotus."

Gu Jianlin raised his eyes, enunciating clearly, "I think you should understand."

Ghostly Glowing Lotus.

For the first time, Jiang Chunyang turned his head, staring intently with eyes that seemed to burn with Ghost Fire.

After a long silence.

"The Moon Princess is yours."

He licked his lips, rasping, "From now on, there will be no interference in your marriage to her, the Jiang Family’s suppression of the Si Family will cease, and when you ascend to the Sixth Rank, you will be given a Holy Corpse to aid in mastering the Primordial Return. If you survive continuously, you will become one of the Dusk."

After a moment.

Gu Jianlin, unfazed by his terrifying gaze, calmly said, "Not enough."

Jiang Chunyang tilted his head, like a monster gazing at a helpless lamb, ready to devour it in one bite.

"The Moon Princess is indeed good, but how could your life be worth only these?"

Gu Jianlin pushed the wooden box in front of him: "I want to share your secret."

When he made this gesture, his gaze suddenly landed outside the lush cherry blossom courtyard.

At the far end of the ancient courtyard, there was a Shrine, countless bronze wind chimes swaying in the wind without a sound, ancient statues scattered all around, talisman paper with spells affixed to their foreheads.

The Shrine was like an abyss of darkness, illuminated only when lightning flashed, revealing a faint corner.

It was a sarcophagus wrapped in golden chains.

When Gu Jianlin saw this sarcophagus, an incredible thought flashed instinctively through his mind.

Because it was so absurd, he forgot it in an instant.

"You are so bold, yet fearful of this thing?"

Jiang Chunyang actually grinned, a demonic and madly captivating smile: "That’s right, you should be afraid, because even I fear, sometimes feeling that he will push open the coffin and come back to life."

For the first time, Gu Jianlin felt his heart clenched, his breathing rhythm disrupted.

"The one lying in the coffin is my son, Jiang Yanli."

Jiang Chunyang licked his parched lips, his eyes playful and malicious: "That is my secret."