"I don’t know." Beiming Yu shook his head.

"..." Sigh~ Lin Zifeng felt his excitement was for nothing.

"Actually, the rumors of the Eastern Eighteen Kings were made up by Westerners. As for who exactly these eighteen people are, I don’t know either. But since there’s talk of the Eighteen Kings, naturally, there are these eighteen people."

"If the East has the Eighteen Kings, does the West have a Western King?" Lin Zifeng hurriedly asked. This was rare good news. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Although he didn’t know whether his father was considered the first among the Eastern Eighteen Kings, he should at least be one of them, maybe even more formidable than the Supreme Emperor. But for now, it could only be a guess, especially since the Holy War Angel had disappeared for many years. If he really showed up, he might very well be the Eastern King.

"Isn’t the Bright Church’s Bright Emperor one of the Western Kings?" Beiming Yu said.

Damn! The Bright Emperor is also a Western King?

It seems, under the heavens, the strong are as numerous as clouds. Standing at the peak is still very difficult.

Lin Zifeng now finally understood what it meant for one mountain to be taller than another.

"You’ve experienced the might of the Supreme Emperor, haven’t you?"

"Who is the Supreme Emperor? I haven’t met him." Lin Zifeng said.

"In front of Kunling Mountain Canyon, wasn’t the one you fought in the cyan robe the Supreme Emperor?" Beiming Yu glanced at him helplessly.

He couldn’t even recognize someone he’d faced before.

"He is the Supreme Emperor?" Lin Zifeng gasped.

"That’s right, that is the Supreme Emperor."

Beiming Yu chuckled coldly. If it weren’t for that Qing Fu’s intervention, the Supreme Emperor would have definitely killed you.

"If I’m not mistaken, that day it was you who saved me, right?" Lin Zifeng’s eyes flickered. From the way Beiming Yu spoke, she seemed to know the entire process that day. The power that descended during his battle with the Supreme Emperor must have been related to Beiming Yu.

"It wasn’t me." Beiming Yu gave a mysterious smile and said, "It’s not important who it was, as long as you remember who helped you from behind."

The meaning of this was very clear, Beiming Yu was saying that as long as he remembered her favor, that was enough.

"Naturally, those who help me, Lin Zifeng, I will remember, but if someone uses me or stabs me in the back, I’m not someone who repays injury with kindness. I will repay tenfold!" Lin Zifeng squinted slightly, his face still showing a smile.

Seeing his words and that fierce look in his eyes, Beiming Yu was stunned but didn’t doubt what he said. Then she smiled: "Alright. I’ve said what I had to say. The tea I brewed personally today, it would be a waste not to stay and savor it well, wouldn’t it?" Beiming Yu felt she had said what she needed to say and there was nothing more to discuss.

Lin Zifeng naturally didn’t stand on ceremony, picked up the tea, and drank it all at once.

"Tea shouldn’t be drunk like that; it should be sipped slowly." Beiming Yu laughed and said.

"Alright, Sister Beiming, I’ve had the tea and we’ve talked. I have things to do and won’t stay to disturb you." He put down the teacup, showing no intention of lingering.

"Why not stay to chat about other things?" Beiming Yu intentionally tried to keep Lin Zifeng.

"Sorry, Sister Beiming, there will be plenty of opportunities to chat, and it’s not worth worrying about a moment." Lin Zifeng smiled slightly, then turned away coldly and walked out of Beiming Mansion.

Beiming Yu hesitated, and since she couldn’t keep Lin Zifeng, she didn’t see the need to try further.

"Whoosh!"

As Lin Zifeng just left, a cyan light suddenly flashed in the garden.

A humanoid monster stood before Beiming Yu, its entire body wrapped in a large robe, its face and body indistinguishable.

"Qing Fu, do you think he can really help us?"

Beiming Yu sat on the stone platform, her eyes gathering brilliance, sipping her tea thoughtfully.

"He is the only one who can help us, and if we don’t put in a major effort on him before the disaster strikes, we will be powerless to stop it."

Inside the cyan robe, the person’s voice was hoarse and low, yet very deep.

"You’ve said this to me more than once, but you have to be prepared. When dealing with a tiger, it’s hard to say whose skin will be taken at the time." Beiming Yu put down her teacup, her thoughts deepening further. Qing Fu kept saying Lin Zifeng was her savior, but this savior was too arrogant.

With her current strength, it was difficult to tame him, and as time passed, it would be even harder.

This tiger she had indulged for a long time, ever since his arrival in Yanjing, Beiming Yu had been secretly helping him, using various means to make him understand.

But suddenly, Beiming Yu felt a bit tired. He was no ordinary person, and truly taming him was too hard.

"Don’t worry, in my view, he doesn’t seem like an ungrateful person. If our Beiming Family really faces a great disaster, he certainly won’t stand by idly."

"Hope so." Beiming Yu sighed lightly: "By the way, that day you fought the Supreme Emperor at Kunling Mountain, he’s been hidden for years, and didn’t appear until the Holy Weapon emerged. How did it feel? Is he very powerful?"

"The Supreme Emperor is truly the Lin Family’s greatest genius, unmatched in combat power, and still the strongest Sub-Saint. If he encounters no great obstacles in the coming years, he very well might take the final step."

"A Saint? The Supreme Emperor’s potential can become a Saint?" Beiming Yu paused. The rumor among the Eastern Eighteen Kings was that whoever became a Saint first would be the true Eastern King. Could it really be that the true Eastern King was the Supreme Emperor?

"I don’t know, but his potential is definitely high. Although becoming a Saint is extremely difficult, we can’t rule out his possibility of becoming a Saint. You know, the rumors of the Eastern Eighteen Kings aren’t baseless. Among these eighteen kings, each one is a being of extraordinary power. If the Holy War hadn’t disappeared that year, they might have had Saint qualifications as well. However, among the other kings, there are also others defying the heavens."

"What about Liu Jiuhuang from the Liu Shen Clan? Lui Jiuhuang is known as a Half-step Saint, isn’t she? That woman, after all these years, surely she hasn’t remained without achieving sainthood, right? If she first takes the final step and becomes a Saint, it is highly possible."

"Becoming a Saint is too difficult, harder than ascending to heaven. Looking through history, countless talents have gotten stuck at the ninth layer of the Sub-Saint, and many countless strong beings couldn’t take the final step. It’s truly, incredibly difficult. Even I haven’t sensed the ’opportunity of sainthood’ yet."

When bringing up becoming a Saint, Qing Fu’s face was also sorrowful.

"How many years of life do you have left?" Beiming Yu asked.

"At most two years. If within these two years I can’t take the final step, I’m afraid I’ll die amidst the vast worldly dust. Returning to the parallel universe world is not possible..."

Inside the robe, continuous sighs echoed softly.

(The plot is getting more exciting. Of course, it’s getting harder to write every day. Every day I’m thinking about connecting the plot. There will be a battle of Eastern and Western Kings! Who is the true Eastern King?)