Chapter Ninety-Nine: Yun Sheng's Arrival

“This time, I’m afraid we’ve really gotten ourselves into big trouble!” Xu Cheng couldn’t help but say as he thought of those terrifying eyes.

“What trouble? Tell me, monk!”

The newcomer was Yun Sheng, the little bald-headed monk. Xu Cheng was momentarily stunned, wondering why it was this guy. Snow still clung to Yun Sheng’s forehead as he entered from outside.

Brushing off the snowflakes on his body, Yun Sheng looked at Xu Cheng and said, “Spit it out!”

Reluctantly, Xu Cheng recounted the events of that day once again, patiently telling the story three times in a row, which annoyed him somewhat.

“According to what you said, just by looking at you, it almost obliterated your primordial spirit. Such cultivation is earth-shattering; only a cultivator about to ascend could possess such power!” Yun Sheng climbed onto a chair, grabbed a tea cup, took a sip, and continued, “Even the three of you combined with me aren’t enough. I’m afraid we can’t help you!”

“A cultivation level close to ascension?” Xu Cheng found it hard to believe. Why would it be someone like that?

“That’s right. Those about to ascend are all ancient monsters who have comprehended the laws of heaven and earth after enduring nine heavenly thunder tribulations. Attempting to spy on them will only bring devastating consequences upon oneself,” Yun Sheng said slowly. “But you… you’re unharmed. Looks like you have some luck on your side!”

“Thank you for your kind words,” Xu Cheng said casually. “But I don’t know why the Demon Lord came here?”

“Every Summer Dynasty cultivator on this road has been killed. I even thought it was you just now. From what you say, it’s probably the mysterious person you mentioned!” Yun Sheng scratched his bald head and added, “Interesting, suddenly a strange mysterious figure appears! Originally, Master Xuanchun asked me to deliver a grand gift to you as a reward for your achievements in exterminating the Summer Dynasty. But now, it seems unnecessary.”

So this little bald monk was here as a gift bearer. Xu Cheng wanted to slap himself twice at this moment but still put on a brave face and said, “Since Demon Lord Yun Sheng has come, it’s better to give the gift!”

“It’s not your achievement, why should I give it to you?” Yun Sheng frowned, his tone full of displeasure.

“I’m seriously injured, about to die. Look at me coughing blood in such a state. How about giving me the gift on that basis?”

Controlling the Five Elements Fate Technique, Xu Cheng coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, making himself look as miserable as possible.

“You… you’re really shameless!” The little monk jumped down from the chair helplessly. “You take three, I take seven!”

“Alright, I take seven, you take three!”

It seemed this guy wanted to get some benefit, and Xu Cheng was not about to give in.

“Are you negotiating like a business deal?”

Demon Lord Yun Sheng said grumpily.

“This isn’t a deal; it’s a gift from Master Xuanchun!” Xu Cheng said righteously.

“No manners. Fifty-fifty, take it or leave it! Otherwise, I’m taking the gift and leaving!” Yun Sheng’s face showed a hint of anger.

“Fifty-fifty it is! Hurry up and show me this grand gift. I want to see what it looks like!” Xu Cheng rubbed his hands impatiently.

Yun Sheng then began pulling things out from his sleeves nonstop.

Pills, magical treasures, spell manuals—within moments, the room was piled high with various items.

What a grand gift indeed! Xu Cheng marveled inwardly.

“You’ve never seen the world!”

Seeing Xu Cheng so excited, Yun Sheng let out a sneer.

“So what if I haven’t seen much!” Xu Cheng retorted boldly.

Suddenly, the air in the room became oppressively heavy. Outside, the snow only chilled the body, but now the aura of the little monk made one’s soul tremble. Xu Cheng suddenly remembered that this guy was the Demon Lord, a formidable villain, not as cute as his appearance suggested.

His appearance always made people forget his true identity.

Fortunately, after a moment of stalemate, Yun Sheng deflated like a punctured balloon, and the atmosphere in the room relaxed. He then said, “Forget it. In the past, anyone with such an attitude toward me would have been torn apart and thrown into the beast realm, forced to be food for ten consecutive lifetimes. You’re the exception. Let’s hope there’s no next time!”

If Xu Cheng had his physical body now, he would surely be sweating profusely. He thought, is this the power of a little monster who has endured heavenly thunder tribulation?

Since Yun Sheng didn’t mind, Xu Cheng forced himself to calm down and carefully gathered all the treasures on the floor into the spatial pocket in his sleeve.

Yun Sheng sat silently, watching Xu Cheng’s actions.

After packing everything away, Yun Sheng finally said, “Why don’t you sacrifice these useless things?”

“Sacrifice?”

Recently, Xu Cheng had been sacrificing ghosts and demons but had forgotten this aspect. Sacrificing to the Underworld wasn’t limited to spirits and monsters; pills, treasures, and secret manuals could also be offered.

“How adorably foolish! I really don’t know why he chose you,” Yun Sheng said faintly.

“He? Who is he? Why choose me?”

Xu Cheng asked hurriedly, sensing a lot of information in the little monk’s words.

“You don’t need to know now. You might find out after you ascend! The gift has been delivered. Farewell!”

Yun Sheng seemed afraid of slipping up and hurriedly left.

Leaving behind a puzzled Xu Cheng, but Yun Sheng had awakened him: the things sacrificed to the Underworld would definitely be most suitable for himself and Juhua.

Then Xu Cheng took out the items from the spatial pocket, carefully selecting many to give to Yan Mengdie. The rest were naturally sacrificed to the Underworld.

A gate over a person’s height opened, and Xu Cheng threw all the remaining items into the Underworld.

Mimicking the prayers from his previous life, Xu Cheng prayed earnestly, hoping the Underworld would grant him some formidable items.

Then he began the sacrifice.

With a humming sound, thunderous rumblings came from the Underworld.

Judging by this, the items granted by the Underworld would be extraordinarily powerful.

After a long wait, Xu Cheng finally saw what the Underworld bestowed upon him.

With a rumble, a golden bead dropped down.

The bead was etched with countless intricate patterns intertwined.

It felt warm to the touch—a sensation from the primordial spirit. Just holding the golden bead for a moment, Xu Cheng felt his spiritual realm rise significantly, bringing him much closer to the Transformation Realm.

The golden bead emitted a gentle golden light, radiating an extraordinary aura.

“What… exactly is this?” Yan Mengdie asked hurriedly. It seemed like a magical treasure, but not quite—also somewhat like a pill. A mysterious aura emanated from it.

Xu Cheng shook his head slightly, carefully sensing the bead. After some time, there was no further sign, only a strong feeling that the bead had an extraordinary origin—perhaps a divine artifact impossible to find in the mortal world.