The Mythical Demon Lord

Chapter 6: Generosity
In the following days, more and more people came to Nanchao City.

The entire city is filled with monks and major family forces.

On this day, the streets suddenly became lively.

"Have you heard that the Ji family was almost wiped out, but suddenly a young man appeared and saved the entire Ji family."

"As for who that young man is, no one knows."

"The Ji family has a great treasure, the Soul Stone, which is a rare item in the world. It can repair the soul, and even revive a soul that is about to dissipate. It is equivalent to having an extra life."

"Not only that, the Soul Stone also has the function of strengthening the Yuanshen, making the Yuanshen as hard as divine gold. Moreover, the Ji family has been nurtured by the Soul Stone since birth, so their Yuanshen is so powerful, far surpassing the creatures of the same realm."

"The Soul Devouring Ghost Clan's move is probably related to the Soul Devouring Saint Son. After all, he is the hope of the clan, and it is no exception for them to take action. After all, they have coveted him for so long."

"Don't you think it's strange to take action at this time?"

Countless creatures were discussing this in the city, and it seemed that the news shocked them.

After a little investigation, Zhong Heng found out what was going on.

The Ji family is one of the most prominent families in Nanzhou.

Their family obtained three soul stones. The family specializes in cultivating the way of the soul and is very powerful.

A quasi-supreme person (quasi-emperor) was once born in the clan.

Although there are still two great saints, they still cannot stop the soul-eating ghost clan.

Almost perished.

It is hard to imagine how powerful the Soul-Eating Ghost Clan is.

"Who is that young man?" someone shouted on the street.

"I'm not sure, but she's very beautiful, no, very handsome. Even a grown man like me can't help but be moved." An old man shouted with a flushed face.

This is really unexpected.

How can it be tolerated that even an old man is like this?

"How strong is it?" someone else asked.

"His strength is probably at the second or third level of the Immortal Realm." Someone answered.

"Then how did he force the Soul Devouring Ghost Clan to retreat?"

"It is probably because of his powerful background that even the Soul-Eating Ghost Clan dare not provoke him."

While everyone was talking, Zhong Heng sat on the balcony of the inn, watching the people below engaging in a lively discussion.

The discussion in the pub was even more lively, with all kinds of voices being heard and people even betting.

For example, who will be the final inheritor of the Supreme Tomb this time, or who can defeat whom.

Today's ancient star is very large, with trillions of living creatures.

In the city of Nanchao alone, there are no less than 400 million people living there, and this is just a small city.

Now that the Tomb of the Supreme has been opened, cultivators from all directions have come here upon hearing the news, numbering at least a hundred thousand.

After all, who wouldn’t want to go into the Supreme Tomb and fight for it?

Some people think like this: what if I’m lucky enough to inherit the inheritance?
"Waiter, serve the wine."

In the newest restaurant in Nanchao City.

Zhong Heng found a random seat and sat down. He looked around and found that the restaurant was already full.

This restaurant was built a month ago and is a place specifically for monks to eat and drink.

As for the founder, it is said that it was opened by a saint who was not interested in worldly affairs.

Soon the wine and food arrived.

Zhong Heng drank and ate while listening carefully to everyone's conversation.

He had no acquaintances and no friends during this era.

"My fellow Taoist, can I sit at the same table with you?"

Zhong Heng was interrupted while thinking by a magnetic voice.

The first impression that this magnetic voice gave him was that this person was very good-looking.

He looked up and saw that, as expected, he was just an internet idol.

I saw a man with acne all over his face and a protruding mouth standing opposite Zhong Heng.

He had a good build, about 1.8 meters tall, and wore a white robe with a sword behind his back.

Long black hair draped over her shoulders, perfect jawline, and delicate face.

No matter how you look at it, he is an unrivaled swordsman and a handsome man.

But his face was hard to describe, his eyes seemed to be standing guard on their own, his nose was large and full of blackheads, and his mouth was slightly protruding, giving the appearance of buck teeth.

"This is a fucking internet guy with a killer back." Zhong Heng was stunned for a moment. But he didn't chase him away, after all, this seat didn't belong to him.

"Sit anywhere." He waved his hand, took a sip of wine, and said casually.

"Thank you, brother. Hi, it seems there are still people in this world who don't care about appearance." The man with a killer-like back laughed.

“My name is Hao Shu, and I’m from Xizhou, one of the nine provinces. I’ve come here to witness the grand battle of geniuses.” Hao Shu’s face was filled with excitement, and it looked like he was almost dancing.

When Zhong Heng heard Hao Lu's name, he looked at Hao Lu's face in confusion.

Is this called handsome?

Whose handsome guy is this, with his eyes slanted, standing guard respectively?
Who would have thought that after seeing Zhong Heng's strange look, Hao Lu actually smiled helplessly and said, "I am often laughed at because of my appearance and name."

"But there's nothing I can do about it. My parents gave me the name."

"You may not think I'm handsome, but my mom thinks I'm handsome, that's all."

After hearing what Hao Lu said, Zhong Heng lowered his head in shame, picked up the wine glass awkwardly and started drinking.

Damn it, you want me to feel guilty for the rest of my life?

"My name is Zhong Heng." Zhong Heng casually said his name.

As for my origins, could it be possible that I came from an abandoned land during the Great Reckoning?
"Zhong Heng. Zongheng is a good name!" Hao nodded in approval.

"Brother Heng, I see that you have an extraordinary bearing and the blood of a real dragon. You must be a favored child of heaven. I guess you want to go to the Tomb of the Supreme, right?" Hao Lu asked.

Zhong Heng nodded and responded: "We must go to the Tomb of the Supreme Being. After all, there must be a lot of good things in it."

Isn't this a question you ask despite knowing the answer? Most of the people who come here are going to the Tomb of the Supreme.

Hearing this answer, Hao Lu subconsciously smiled bitterly and said, "The Tomb of the Supreme is not as beautiful as imagined, not to mention the Patriarchs and Saint Lords of the major forces."

"Just talking about the saints and saintesses of those powerful forces, they are already terrifyingly strong."

"It's useless for a casual cultivator to go in. Even if you get a treasure, you'll probably have to spit it out."

Zhong Heng also nodded, and he agreed with this point of view.

People without power may not be able to get in.

After all, according to his thinking, if he were a member of those powerful forces, he would definitely send people to seal off the Supreme Tomb and then go in to look for treasures.

It is impossible for those without background to get in.

"What should we do then?" Zhong Heng looked calm, his eyes fixed on Hao Lu.

Hao Lu felt a little embarrassed by Zhong Heng's gaze, so he turned his head and said, "The independent cultivators have been oppressed by these big forces for a long time, and they are full of resentment, so those powerful independent cultivators have organized themselves and want to break into the Tomb of the Supreme Being."

"It is said that there are several independent cultivators whose cultivation has reached the eighth level of the fifth realm of immortals."

In this era, even if someone becomes an emperor, there is no suppression of Tao.

Therefore, many people can cultivate to the level of saint or saint king.

"I want to join forces with you and enter the Tomb of the Supreme together." In the end, Hao Lu finally stated his purpose.

Zhong Heng did not respond immediately. Instead, he tapped the table with his hands, looked at Hao Lu with deep eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Why did you choose me?"

We had only been talking for less than ten minutes and this person dared to cooperate with me like this.

"Because I feel that you are not a child of a powerful force, and you should be very strong." Hao Lu said a little embarrassedly.

In fact, he practiced a special skill that allowed him to see through a person's strength and combat power.

Even if it was deliberately hidden, as long as it was not above the sixth level of the Immortal Realm, he could see it clearly.

The realm of the immortal stage is divided into: (immortal stage one: half-step great power, immortal stage two: great power, immortal stage three: slashing the way, immortal stage four: half-saint, immortal stage five: saint, immortal stage six: saint king, immortal stage seven: great saint)

Hao Luguan saw that Zhong Heng was very invisible, and his body was extremely powerful. Looking with his spiritual eyes, it was as if a universe was integrated into him, melting all things in the heavens and earth, and his blood was like the sea.

The divine power in his body was surging like huge ocean waves, but now it is extremely calm.

However, once it erupts, it will bring tremendous power.

In Hao Lu's opinion, this is comparable to those of the saints.

As for his guess that Zhong Heng was not a disciple of a big force, it was because of his clothes and temperament.

The temperament of powerful people more or less carries a sense of fairy-like air, or a sense of dominance. In any case, you can tell what kind of person they are at a glance.

But Zhong Heng did not have that kind of temperament, instead he looked very heavy.

It looks like it has emerged from the bottom.

Zhong Heng looked at Hao Lu carefully, and couldn't tell whether his words were true or false.

But when I first came to this era, I didn’t have any friends.

It's not bad to make a friend.

(End of this chapter)