Nine Nether Heavenly Emperor
Chapter 32 Three Sticks of Incense’s Time

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Three Sticks of Incense’s Time

Shadow No.9 shook his head upon hearing Zhao Long’s words.

"According to the information we shadows gathered today at the prince’s behest, this individual’s age does indeed match his appearance. Moreover, the intelligence indicates that he’s fifteen years old this year. Throughout these fifteen years, he frequently endured bullying without revealing the slightest trace of Martial Arts until yesterday, when, on the verge of death, he finally wielded Martial Arts to execute the man from the Hai Family of Moon City, a Second-stage Alchemy Master from the Skywind Sect.

Today, the martial artists from the Hai Family, one of the Four Great Families of Moon City, were all annihilated by him, and even the Hai Family Patriarch, a One-star Martial Spirit Practitioner Hai Batian, was suppressed and killed by him.

We don’t know why he’s been able to endure being bullied for so many years without fighting back, but one could say he was silent but deadly when he finally made his move," to most people, of course, it would seem impossible to believe that Shi Feng was only exposed to Martial Arts yesterday and has already reached the Two-star Warrior Realm today. For Shi Feng to have been bullied without resisting, one would assume there was some special reason for his endurance.

In just two days’ time, to progress from a One-star Martial Disciple to a Two-star Warrior is utterly unheard of in the Tianheng Continent. Even if one’s Primordial Power were sufficient, grasping Martial Arts is not that simple.

Although the intelligence obtained by the shadows included the process of Shi Feng’s advancement from an ordinary person to a Martial Disciple, this was naturally considered by them to be a pretense fabricated by Shi Feng, at most they believed that he was indeed a One-star Martial Disciple before his visit to the Hai Family today, and then broke through to become a Two-star during the fight.

"What’s going on?" Just then, a cool and detached voice came from behind the crowd.

Shadow No.9 and Zhao Long heard and quickly turned around, kneeling on one knee and shouting, "We greet our master!"

Zhao Long: "We greet the prince!"

In the mountain forest, a white figure approached, Long Chen alone, shaking a paper fan while walking leisurely towards them, "Whoosh!" With a flick, Long Chen closed the fan and pointed lightly towards the void, saying, "You may both rise."

"Yes!" they responded.

Suddenly, Long Chen’s gaze fell upon Zhang Hu, and his eyes immediately widened, his cool expression turning to one of surprise in an instant: "Zhang Hu is about to...," he paused briefly before continuing, "break through."

"Yes, Your Highness," Zhao Long hurriedly recounted the events that had just transpired to Long Chen as he approached.

After listening, Long Chen’s expression slowly shifted from surprise to delight. He slapped the closed fan against his palm and burst into laughter, "Excellent, excellent! Truly wonderful, he is indeed a lucky star for this prince! Haha!"

"Number 9!" Long Chen called out sharply.

"Your subordinate is here!" Shadow No.9 immediately bowed to Long Chen.

"Under this prince’s command, notify all of my subordinates that, should they encounter Shi Feng, they are to treat him as if they are in the presence of this prince himself and must not neglect him. Furthermore, assign more people to track down the whereabouts of Emperor Xiaoyao Mo Xiaoyao." Mo Xiaoyao’s movements were of utmost concern to Long Chen, for he believed that Shi Feng had already accepted the role of Emperor Xiaoyao’s disciple, and his mentor Nalan Yuan had confirmed that Shi Feng’s Cultivation Technique originated from Emperor Nine Nether’s legacy.

Just finding Emperor Xiaoyao, and as long as Shi Feng keeps his promise, having Emperor Xiaoyao lend a hand even once would change the entire Yunlai Empire! His much-desired Imperial Throne, when the day comes for Father Emperor to pass away, no one would dare to contend with him. Perhaps there might even come a day when Father Emperor would directly bequeath the Imperial Throne to him, allowing him to inherit the rule directly.

"Long live the Emperor! May the Emperor live forever!" The officials saluted in unison, their voices echoing like a tidal wave. This was the scene Long Chen had been dreaming of, day and night.

"Yes!" Shadow No.9 acknowledged the order, his figure turning into a blur as he dashed and leapt forward, heading straight into the forest ahead.

"By the way, how long has he been in there?" Long Chen asked Zhao Long. He had only just realized that Shi Feng was still inside the cave. Looking up towards the cave, the illumination from the embedded Luminous Pearls made the inside bright, causing no obstruction to Long Chen’s vision.

Long Chen saw a figure within the cave, a body soaked in blood, bent over like a blood-soaked demon, slowly moving inside.

"This..." Zhao Long also realized something terrible for the first time and hastily replied, "Your Highness, he has been inside, I’m afraid, for the duration of two sticks of incense!"

"What! Two sticks of incense already!" Upon hearing Zhao Long’s words, Long Chen immediately exclaimed in shock. Two sticks of incense—that was already the endurance time of a One-star Martial King Realm, wasn’t it? Is he a human or a demon? This is just too monstrous.

Just when Long Chen and Zhao Long thought Shi Feng should be coming out soon, about half a stick of incense’s time passed, and although the movement of the bloodied figure inside became slower, he showed no signs of wanting to come out.

"Your Highness, could his body be made of iron?" Zhao Long whispered.

"It should be soon; he must be unable to bear it and come out any moment now," Long Chen replied with some uncertainty.

"If anyone within the borders of Yunlai Empire knew about this, not only Yunlai Empire but our entire Eastern Domain would probably be in an uproar. A Two-star Warrior Realm martial artist staying in a fifty-five-fold gravity room for two and a half sticks of incense—my god, I really doubt he’s human," mused Zhao Long, finding the situation almost unreal, overturning his previous understanding of Martial Arts.

On the contrary, Long Chen felt more at ease with such individuals; only people with such demonic talent could catch the eye of Emperor Xiaoyao.

"If he truly dedicates himself to me, to be used by me, imagine how great it would be once I become the supreme overlord and have him expand my territories," Long Chen fantasized in his heart.

"Your Highness... It seems it has been three sticks of incense now," Zhao Long observed, realizing that another half stick of incense’s time had passed as Shi Feng remained inside.

By now, they seemed to have adapted, to have become accustomed to this dead madman’s madness.

It was then that Shi Feng in the cave felt his limit approaching, his body slowly moving toward the cave entrance.

Watching the blood-soaked demon approaching, Long Chen’s expression became serious, and he ordered Zhang Long, "Zhao Long, the events of tonight are only to be known by you four and me, not to be leaked, or else the punishment is death!"

"Understood!" Zhao Long hurriedly complied, clearly aware of the criticality. Such a monstrous figure, if known, could likely be strangled before he could mature. Especially since he was now Long Chen’s man—if it’s known that there is such a demon around His Highness, Long Chen’s brothers would plot tirelessly for his life.

Under the pressure of the gravity, Shi Feng’s entire figure seemed as though it could be flattened to the ground, moving at a snail’s pace. After the physical ordeal of tonight, he must have entered a whole new realm.

"Huff, huff... huff, huff..." After an arduous struggle, Shi Feng finally stepped out of the cave, instantly feeling lighter, and collapsed onto the ground.