Chapter 430 — Passed Down Through the Generations
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The Village Chief followed the man onward, and saw that Fengdu too bore the scars of battle; here and there gods and demons were still hunting down paper men and paper horses, and unease stirred in his heart. "Fengdu has just come through a great war. King Yan himself led us against Youdu.
" The man said, "This is not the first time.
We have fought many times before. This time it was because Youdu invaded. Youdu has long been watching the world beyond the Desolate Ruins, and believes the Jingping Tribulation is about to break out, so it came to reap souls. We beat it back.
" The Village Chief was aghast.
Fengdu and Youdu at war?
He had never known that such things happened in the Desolate Ruins in the dark! Two worlds at war, and yet the Desolate Ruins remained calm, with not a trace to be detected—it was truly inconceivable!
As for the "Jingping Tribulation" and the "reaping of souls" his master spoke of, that was even more terrifying, and it made his blood run cold. There was far too much in his master's few words; he could not help but ponder it deeply. And Fengdu had fought Youdu many times before; much of it concealed secrets unknown to others.
They came to a mansion. The man banged on the door, and said to the old man who opened it, laughing, "You old bastard who won't die, I've brought your grand-disciple to see you!
Good disciple, come and meet your grandmaster! " The Village Chief kicked him in the rear and said angrily, "How dare you speak to my grandmaster like that? My grandmaster is your master, after all—have you no manners at all?
" The man was furious too: "He tricked me into this line of work! Do you know how much I've suffered? Wife and children scattered, friends all dead—calling him an old bastard who won't die is letting him off lightly!
Besides, I'm your master. Where are your manners? Your temper has grown, has it? You're asking for a beating!
" "Stop quarreling!
" The old man was furious as well: "You're all Human Emperors, and the moment you meet you brawl and shout—what sort of conduct is that? I'll take you to see my master. That old bastard will be delighted to see you—you're dead too, after all!
" Both the Village Chief and the burly man were displeased. The Village Chief said, "Grandmaster, he may be your master, but he is also my founding master. Calling him an old bastard is somewhat disrespectful.
" The old man sneered again and again: "That old bastard tricked me into becoming a Human Emperor and made my whole life a misery, with not a bit of joy in it. If he weren't already dead, I'd gladly beat the old scoundrel to death! Come, I'll take you to see him! " The Village Chief and the burly man exchanged glances.
The burly man tightened his clothes and said in a low voice, "Good disciple, you've passed on the seat of Human Emperor, haven't you? " The Village Chief nodded.
The burly man let out a foul breath and said, "After your disciple dies, he will find his way here too, and curse you and beat you, and say you ruined his life.
" The Village Chief grew alarmed and shook his head: "Shen'er is a good boy. He wouldn't do that.
Shen'er is the most filial. .
. " The burly man sneered: "I thought that when you died and came here, you'd throw your arms around me and weep. Instead you kicked me the moment you arrived! If you're like that, what about your disciple?
Just wait—when he dies he'll come and beat you! By the way, have you ever lied to him?
" The Village Chief's face went black at once, and he stammered, "I lied to him and told him he had an Overlord Body.
He worked so hard. " "What Overlord Body?
" The old man leaned in, curious.
The Village Chief explained the whole story. The two dead ghosts were struck dumb, speechless for a long while, and could only give the Village Chief a thumbs-up. "You're done for! " The two said again and again, "You lied the worst of all—you're done for!