Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161

"True Martial Realm, Yuxu Star," murmured Fang Chen softly.

That was the location Pu Yuanzhu had told him. As for the time, it was still undecided. When it was time for him to go, Pu Yuanzhu would come with the message again.

"I've received your reply, so I can return to report." Pu Yuanzhu smiled and stood up. "Thank you for the tea; it was quite good."

Fang Chen merely smiled. "Mister Pu, before you leave, I'd like to ask how much you know about this Underworld, and how much you know about me?"

He had originally thought that Pu Yuanzhu was the one who sent him to Wolong Temple in the True Martial Realm, but now it seemed someone else had done it. What was strangest was that Pu Yuanzhu's withdrawal from the Divine Dao Sect had also passed through Wolong Temple. Even if the core of the matter couldn't be clarified now, it was good to learn some clues.

"I used to have a close friend." Pu Yuanzhu sighed softly. "In both talent and ability, this friend surpassed me. When I was young, I regarded him as a role model, hoping one day to walk shoulder to shoulder with him."

"I remember one year, we both acquired the method to travel the Underworld. The first time wandering the Minor Underworld, the scenes were vivid and deeply impressed upon me. This friend of mine had far greater fortune than I. Traveling here, he was like a fish in water and gradually became friends with many Yin Monarchs."

"Later, he gained the favor of Monarch Yan, from which point he rose swiftly, and his cultivation soared."

Pu Yuanzhu glanced at Fang Chen and smiled faintly. "You should be like my friend, also favoured by Monarch Yan, which is why you can command the Yin Monarch here and systematically wipe out the Spirit God Sect's foundation."

"Something like that," replied Fang Chen with a raised brow.

At first, he thought the friend Pu Yuanzhu was referring to might be his senior brother who had passed away, the previous Monarch Yan of the Minor Underworld. But after thinking about it more, he realized that the timeline didn't match.

The previous Monarch Yan had ruled the Underworld for many years, with a long lifespan that must have been older than people like Shentu Cang. But Pu Yuanzhu was barely four or five thousand years old. That lifespan was already the limit of his cultivation realm. He couldn't be any older.

He was even younger than Shentu Cang and others, so how could he be a friend of the previous Monarch Yan?

Listening to him now, it seemed Pu Yuanzhu had misunderstood something. His knowledge of the Minor Underworld was not as thorough as Fang Chen had thought.

"You are favored by Senior Yun He, an Anomaly," said Pu Yuanzhu. "I also heard that Yun He has good relations with some big shots in the Underworld. I imagine the plans he made for you are what led to all this. Giving you a certain status and identity in the Underworld, enough to support what you want to do."

He sighed softly. "That is fate. If you had never met Yun He, where would you be now?"

"Perhaps I would have already turned to dust," replied Fang Chen. "Yes, cultivators must believe in fate, especially cultivators like you and I. But having a good start doesn't necessarily mean a good ending. My friend later went to the Floating Pagoda Realm and never returned, with no further news. He probably perished there. His body may have already started decaying in who knows where."

Pu Yuanzhu smiled faintly. "The world is like a chessboard. You and I are pieces on it. Whether we follow fate or rebel against it, it's all a matter of a single thought. You've made Tuxiong Star an impregnable fortress in such a short time, to the point even Song Zhili can't touch you. It seems like your handiwork, but isn't it really the handiwork of the one moving you on the board?

"When the hand behind the board is strong, the piece can slaughter across the field."

"Then, Mister Pu, do you also think you are just a chess piece?"

"Me? I wish I were. Unfortunately, it seems I'm not. If I were, then the one standing here now should have been me. At the very least, the one in your place right now should have been me."

Pu Yuanzhu gave a bitter laugh. "Maybe I don't have the qualifications to be on the board. But that might be a good thing. As long as I do what I should now, the rest doesn't concern me."

"That may not be a good thing. Mister Pu, why don't you get on my boat and join me? Let's navigate this chessboard together."

Pu Yuanzhu frowned. "What do you mean?"

Suddenly, he felt an extremely terrifying sword intent lock onto him, giving him the feeling that even the slightest movement would land him in eternal damnation, his soul utterly annihilated.

Outside the hall, Shen Tu Cang glanced inward, then lowered his head without a word. He could guess what was happening inside.

Pu Yuanzhu had been forcibly conferred the title of Yin Soldier. Feeling the changes occurring in his soul, Pu Yuanzhu recalled ancient rumors handed down through the ages.

He seemed to have guessed the method Fang Chen had just used on him.

Pu Yuanzhu sat back down, poured himself a cup of tea, hesitated for a moment, then poured a cup for Fang Chen before speaking. "That just now was a conferment? So now I am... a true god of the Underworld?"

Fang Chen smiled and nodded. "Mister Pu, you are a perceptive man."

After conferring Pu Yuanzhu, the Yin lifespan stored in Monarch Yan's Seal had been nearly depleted. Over the past ten years, the endless influx of Yin lifespan had been almost entirely consumed by this conferment method.

"So this is what... Senior Yun He gave you. The ability to confer true gods of the Underworld. Such authority must surely be above the Monarch Yan of the Minor Underworld..."

Pu Yuanzhu pieced together various clues and reached a conclusion.

Fang Chen's status in the Underworld was far higher than he had imagined! The previous Monarch Yan of the Underworld absolutely did not have the means to confer true gods of the Underworld. Otherwise, this information wouldn't have been so tightly guarded.

Fang Chen asked, "Mister Pu, didn't you just feel a hint of regret and loss for not being able to enter the game?"

Pu Yuanzhu's expression was strange. "Now... can I be considered to have entered the game?"

Fang Chen smiled. "The true gods of the Underworld, even if they are not yet qualified to enter the board, should eventually become pieces placed on it."

"Now, Mr. Pu, can you tell me more about that big shot from the Killing Spiritual Division? No need to keep me in suspense. You and I are in the same boat, sharing life and death. Our bond is on a higher level than the ties between colleagues in the Killing Spiritual Division."

Thinking of the various rumors about the true gods of the Underworld, of their nearly immortal lifespans, and the unprecedented escape route he gained after death, Pu Yuanzhu suddenly felt that he should qualify to enter the game too. He was no longer just a great figure in the eyes of ants, nor a mere speck to the great.

Pu Yuanzhu calmly revealed, "The important figure from the Killing Spiritual Division is called Huang Qingque, and the Huang Family has always held an extremely prominent position within the Killing Spiritual Division.

"The Nine Mortal Realms are divided into the upper three realms and the lower six realms. The lower six realms are: the Ancient Desolate Realm, Five Elements Realm, Nine Stars Realm, True Martial Realm, the Buddha Domain, and the Three Yang Realm."

"The Huang Family is the top family in the True Martial Realm, with branches spreading across all nine realms. Almost every high-ranking member of the Killing Spiritual Division in the True Martial Realm is from the Huang Family. Huang Qingque is a direct descendant of the Huang Family's main lineage." Content orıginally comes from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽