The Emperor Corpse was furious.
He was the Heavenly Emperor, and even a dead Heavenly Emperor was still the Heavenly Emperor.
No one dared to toy with a Heavenly Emperor. Chen Fan's actions were like playing with fire.
"Good, good, good."
Three consecutive "good"s indicated the extent of the Emperor Corpse's rage.
"Little insect, Emperors are eternally immortal. Heaven cannot extinguish them, nor can earth bury them."
The Emperor Corpse's voice gradually faded: "Wait for me. When this Emperor returns next time, it will be your day of regret."
"Hoo, hoo, hoo." Chen Fan panted heavily.
The Emperor Corpse's will had completely dissipated.
"Bang."
His body fell into the river of rules.
At this moment, the river of rules was empty.
To deal with the Emperor Corpse this time, he had paid everything.
However, the gains were also immense.
The exploded rules could be restored, and the death qi originally belonging to the Emperor Corpse had become ownerless.
"It's all mine."
A smile slowly spread across Chen Fan's face.
This time, he had made a huge profit.
No matter how much he paid, as long as he profited in the end, it was worth it.
Above his head, the rules he had exploded floated like mist.
After resting for a while, Chen Fan sat up cross-legged.
"Come back."
The mist of rules responded to Chen Fan's call and began to gather.
Although much had dissipated, a lot still remained.
The rules reappeared one by one, falling into the river of rules.
The rules reappeared one by one, falling into the river of rules like rain.
"Death qi, gather." Chen Fan laughed heartily. This death qi was the biggest gain.
The surging death qi descended from the sky, falling into the river of rules.
Soon, a colossal rule appeared.
The incredibly thick rule of death qi once again occupied half of the space.
"Rumble!"
The river of rules reappeared, its currents surging towards the sky, its waves reaching for the heavens.
As the rules flowed, their aura grew increasingly immense.
Along with them, Chen Fan's aura also grew.
"Again!"
At this moment, Chen Fan's aura soared, his entire being like a coiled dragon.
His surging blood and qi shot straight into the firmament.
He sorted out the rules one by one, and with each rule he sorted, Chen Fan's aura grew stronger.
At a certain moment.
"Buzz."
In the tavern, Chen Fan opened his eyes.
In his pupils, it was as if sun, moon, and stars were revolving.
The moment he opened his eyes, a powerful aura shook the surroundings.
His aura was too potent.
Tian Zai, Huang Die, Wu Sheng, and Pang Tong quickly appeared in his room.
"City Lord." Exclamations sounded one after another.
"I'm fine."
Chen Fan smiled calmly. Everyone could sense his good mood.
"You..."
Wu Sheng wanted to speak, but before he could, Chen Fan spoke proactively, "It's nothing, I've just become a bit stronger."
His casual tone left everyone astonished.
Chen Fan knew what Wu Sheng wanted to say.
The death qi. A strong lingering death qi still remained on his body.
It was just that Wu Sheng didn't know that this death qi now belonged to him.
He got up and said, "I'm going out for a bit. You all wait for me here."
After speaking, without waiting for anyone's reply, his body instantly vanished from where he stood.
The next moment, he reappeared in Central City.
Buildings towered.
The central thatched hut had been destroyed by the combined might of twelve Royal Realm powerhouses.
And now, it had been reborn from its destruction.
Yi Fu's disciples sat peacefully in front of the thatched hut, cultivating.
None of them opened their eyes.
Chen Fan approached them step by step, arriving in front of the central thatched hut, and cupped his fists: "Junior Chen Fan requests an audience with City Lord Yi Fu."
In front of the first thatched hut, Long Ling opened his eyes: "Master never sees guests."
Who would have thought that the moment he finished speaking, the door of the central thatched hut would automatically open: "Come in."
Long Ling was stunned. Master was actually seeing a guest.
The central thatched hut was a forbidden area; even he, the eldest disciple, had never entered it.
Not only did his master agree to see Chen Fan, but he also invited him inside.
Ultimately, Long Ling said nothing more and closed his eyes, sinking back into his cultivation.
Chen Fan stepped forward and calmly entered the thatched hut.
The thatched hut had no superfluous decorations; it was extremely plain.
A straw mat. Seated on the mat was an aged figure, the City Lord of Freedom City, Yi Fu.
Chen Fan's gaze swept around, but he didn't see the Heavenly Crown. "Sit," Yi Fu gestured.
Chen Fan glanced at the sparse furnishings in the room. Where was he supposed to sit?
Well, standing was more comfortable.
"You're looking for the Heavenly Crown?" Yi Fu smiled faintly. The Heavenly Crown appeared, hovering silently.
Chen Fan's eyes immediately turned red.
"Buzz." The Four Divine Weapons, including the Amatsukami Sword, trembled on Chen Fan's body.
They sensed the aura of the Heavenly Crown, an aura of the same origin.
"You have divine weapons on you as well, don't you?" Yi Fu said.
Since Chen Fan had come, he hadn't intended to hide anything. He nodded: "That's right, I also have divine weapons on me."
Yi Fu continued, "You came to Freedom City for the Heavenly Crown, didn't you?"
"That's right."
"Then aren't you afraid that I'll snatch your divine weapons?" Yi Fu looked at Chen Fan with an unreadable expression.
Chen Fan shook his head: "I am afraid, but I have to come."
"Oh? And what is the reason?"
"I need seven divine weapons to save someone."
Yi Fu didn't reply immediately but pondered for a moment before saying, "The Heavenly Crown, I can give it to you."
"What?"
Chen Fan was utterly shocked. He thought for a moment and then said, "City Lord, what do you want to obtain from me?"
In this world, nothing ever came for free.
The Heavenly Crown was a divine weapon, a divine weapon that could stir up a bloody storm.
He didn't believe Yi Fu would hand over the Heavenly Crown so easily. Therefore, there must be other conditions.
"That's right, there is indeed something I want from you."
"What is it?"
"No, to be precise, it's not an item, but a promise."
"A promise?"
"Yes," Yi Fu nodded. "It's very simple. I need you to help me deal with the Emperor Corpse beneath Freedom City."
Chen Fan: "..."
City Lord, what are you thinking? That's an Emperor Corpse!
"As long as you can help me deal with the Emperor Corpse, I will give you the Heavenly Crown."
"How should I deal with it? Kill it completely? I don't think I have that ability."
Chen Fan was quite self-aware of this point.
"He is already dead," Yi Fu said gravely. "Since he is dead, don't dream of him returning. As long as you can absorb all the death qi from him, he will not be able to revive."
"Does the City Lord know who the Emperor Corpse was in his life?"
Yi Fu nodded: "I do, but I cannot tell you."
"Alright. I agree." He then added, "I also hope that the City Lord will keep his word and hand over the Heavenly Crown to me afterward."
"Don't worry, this City Lord always keeps his word."
"Then it's settled," Chen Fan said, standing up, ready to leave.
"Wait a moment," Yi Fu's voice sounded from behind him. "Can you summon the deceased heroes?"
Chen Fan: "..."
"What does the City Lord want to ask?"
"Never mind."
Yi Fu seemed to recall something and sighed. "We'll talk about it later. When you are strong enough one day, perhaps, I will have something to ask of you."