Chapter 504 — The Little Overlord of the Ghost Capital
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I will come find you later! " He squeezed out of the crowd, spread his wings, and flew off into the distance. Shen Mu looked at the Human Emperors around him, somewhat at a loss. They were all sizing him up, scrutinizing him, their faces wreathed in smiles. Among them were men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin; some were impeccably dressed, some looked fierce and malevolent, some were mighty and powerful, some seemed too weak to truss a chicken.
Shen Mu scanned the crowd but did not see the Village Chief anywhere. He cleared his throat hastily, bowed in every direction, and said, "This late student, Shen Mu, Human Emperor of the present age, pays his respects to all my masters' masters, my great grandmasters, my great-great grandmasters, my great-great-great grandmasters. .
. " "No need for such ceremony! " The crowd surged forward and squeezed this little skeleton into their midst, slapping him until his bones rattled and he nearly came apart.
They swept him along toward the city, laughing.
"It is rare that one of us is still alive and comes to visit us. Today we must have a proper gathering and make some noise! " "You have not burned paper money for us all these years.
If that little brat surnamed Su had not died too and come running to Fengdu, we would have thought the Hall of Human Emperors had died out! " "Why have you not tended our graves? If you had gone to tend the graves, we would have known there was someone to carry on.
We even left some treasures for you in the Hall of Human Emperors. " There were too many questions. Shen Mu could only answer honestly: "I have never yet been to the Hall of Human Emperors. The Village Chief never told me where it is.
. . " Human Emperor Qikang was furious. "Is that how that little brat Su does things?
He never even sent you to the Hall of Human Emperors!
That bastard—when he comes back, I will give him a proper thrashing!
" Human Emperor Yishan kicked Human Emperor Qikang hard in the backside, his beard bristling, his eyes glaring, and shouted, "How did you teach your disciple?
You can never beat a good disciple out of a disciple by beating him! It is because you taught him that way that Human Emperor Shen never tended our graves! " No sooner had Human Emperor Yishan delivered that kick than his own head took a punch from Human Emperor Lanpo, and he hastily clutched his head.
Human Emperor Lanpo scolded angrily, "Yishan, is that how I taught you?
You have the nerve to criticize Qikang—how did you teach your disciple? " "Lanpo, a girl being so rough—you are making me, Kongxian, lose face! " "Kongxian, you dare hit my disciple's disciple? You are tired of living, boy! " The whole pack of old fellows started brawling in the city, and there was no separating them. Shen Mu soon noticed something strange: Human Emperors of past generations would help a grand-disciple beat a disciple, and a grand-disciple would join with a master's master to gang up on a master.
It seemed every disciple was less than friendly with his own master.
Yet the abilities of the Human Emperors of past generations were truly terrifying—almost every one of them had cultivated to the Dao Realm. Strangely, though, each excelled in something different, and what a disciple excelled in was never the same as his master. Human Emperor Qikang was the Village Chief's master; the Village Chief excelled in swordsmanship and was hailed as the Sword God, while Human Emperor Qikang excelled in fist arts and seal arts.
His seal arts were fierce and domineering, his seal formulas more terrifying than the fist arts of the Great Thunderclap Temple. And Human Emperor Qikang's master, Human Emperor Yishan, excelled in divine abilities; Human Emperor Yishan's master, Human Emperor Lanpo, excelled in primal weapons. As for Human Emperor Kongxian, he excelled in the divine ability of Words Become Law.