31: Chapter 31 The Only Great Emperor of Our Time, His Appearance Fee is Very High

The wind stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the six people in the ground felt like they were finished.

That huge, abyss-like finger-print pit lay quietly across the square, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

The sand at the edges had vitrified, reflecting an eerie luster in the sunlight.

Just a few breaths ago, two Quasi-Emperors, two Supremes, and two Saints stood there—a terrifying combat force that threatened half of the Eastern Desolation.

Mo Wentian swallowed hard. He glanced at his Junior Brother and found Lu Chen patting his Disciple's head as if nothing had happened. That expression was like: "You dare talk back to me? Your master isn't illiterate."

"Junior Brother."

"Are they still alive?"

If they were all dead, it would be satisfying, but these were the ancestors of two overlord forces. It would be equivalent to a direct declaration of war until death!

Lu Chen paused, his brow furrowing slightly. It was the look one gives a spendthrift:

"Senior Brother, you underestimate my control. Besides, if they're dead, who's going to pay? The floor tiles in our square were just laid; they're Warm Jade, very expensive."

Mo Wentian: "..."

Is this a problem about floor tiles?

Lu Chen ignored his Senior Brother's confusion. With his hands behind his back, he leisurely walked to the edge of the abyss, peered down, and then shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Hey—Fellow Daoists down there, still alive? If you're alive, make a sound! If you're dead, I'm filling it with dirt!"

The voice echoed in the abyss, carrying layers of reverberation.

Wei Hongyu and Yao Xi looked at each other, both seeing deep shock and a hint of helplessness in the other's eyes.

In this world, he was probably the only one who could call out to Quasi-Emperors as if they were groundhogs.

A long time passed.

From the bottom of the abyss, a faint movement finally came.

"Cough... cough cough..."

As the Emperor's Might dissipated, everyone quickly activated their Divine Sense to look toward the bottom of the abyss.

At this sight, they immediately gasped, their scalps tingling.

They saw that at the bottom of the bottomless pit, six figures were neatly embedded in the rock.

The once-arrogant Ziyang now had every bone in his body shattered. His head hung limply to one side, half his tongue sticking out, and his purple-gold Daoist robe had become a beggar's outfit.

The sinister Ancestor Wanhua, Han Jing, was even worse off. His whole body was in a strange "spread-eagle" shape, half his body squeezed into the stone, and the arm that originally held the Wanhua Cauldron was twisted like a dough twist.

As for the other Supremes and Saints, they were foaming at the mouth and rolling their eyes, barely breathing.

Pitiful, so pitiful.

Where was there even a hint of the demeanor of great experts? They were simply specimens flattened by a casual swat!

"Looks like they're still alive."

Lu Chen nodded with satisfaction and turned around to look at the remaining Disciples and Elders of the Zixiao Holy Land and Wanhua Immortal Gate, who were already scared witless.

These people had originally come to provide support, but now, meeting Lu Chen's gaze, their knees went weak, and they knelt on the ground one after another with a series of thuds.

"Emperor Yun, have mercy!"

"We were just following orders and knew nothing!"

The scene of thousands of people kowtowing in unison was quite spectacular.

Lu Chen waved his hand with a friendly "harmony brings wealth" expression: "Don't be afraid, I'm not some Devil Head. Besides, you're not worth much anyway."

Everyone: "..."

Lu Chen pointed at the six people in the abyss, his tone casual:

"Senior Brother Mo, find some sturdy ropes—the kind of Spirit-Binding Cords used for Yao Beasts—and fish these 'distinguished guests' up."

"And after fishing them up?" Mo Wentian couldn't quite keep up with his Junior Brother's train of thought.

"Hang them up."

Lu Chen said as if it were only natural: "Just hang them on the gate archway of our Holy Land. That spot is prominent and well-ventilated, which is good for wound healing."

The corners of Mo Wentian's mouth twitched violently.

Hanging two Quasi-Emperors and two Supremes at the mountain gate? What kind of shameful play is this?

This must be more painful than killing them!

This was simply stripping the face off the two Holy Lands, throwing it on the ground, stomping on it repeatedly, and then spitting on it!

"Uh, Junior Brother, isn't that a bit too much?" Mo Wentian whispered.

"Too much?"

Lu Chen blinked and pointed at the broken floor tiles in the square:

"They broke my floor, terrified my guests, tried to kill my Disciple, and even tried to kill me! Now I'm just inviting them to enjoy the scenery for a few days while waiting for their families to bring ransom money. I'm being very merciful, okay?"

After saying that, Lu Chen made a grasping motion toward the void with his right hand.

Buzz!

A gentle yet irresistible force reached into the abyss.

The next moment, six mud-like figures were snatched up into the air and fell onto the center of the square with a series of splats.

Ziyang struggled to open his eyes, which were swollen into slits. Seeing Lu Chen's smiling face, he shuddered, and tears immediately flowed down.

"Emperor... Emperor Yun..."

Ziyang's voice was weak: "We submit, we completely submit... just give us a quick death..."

A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

Rather than being exhibited hanging at the mountain gate, he would rather die suddenly right now!

"Want to die? It's not that easy."

Lu Chen squatted down and poked Ziyang's swollen old face with a finger, smiling brilliantly:

"This Emperor's appearance fee is very expensive. Since you've come, if you don't leave some toll money, how am I supposed to maintain my reputation if word gets out?"

With that, Lu Chen stood up and didn't spare another glance at these six wretched souls.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over all the stunned guests. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly spread throughout the venue:

"Everyone, today's ceremony continues,"

Lu Chen snapped his fingers.

"Senior Brother Mo, do it! Hang these six pieces of wind-dried bacon up for me!"

Mo Wentian's body shook. Although he thought it was ridiculous, the words of his Junior Brother—who was also the Old Ancestor—were like an imperial decree!

"Someone, bring the Spirit-Binding Cords!"

Following Mo Wentian's command, the law enforcement team of the Yunxiao Holy Land rushed forward like wolves and tigers.

Under countless terrified gazes, the six top experts who once awed the Eastern Desolation and even the Middle State were tied up and hung high under the towering mountain gate archway of the Yunxiao Holy Land like a string of salted fish.

This scene was destined to be recorded in the annals of the Eastern Desolation.

It would also be a lifelong psychological shadow for all the Cultivators present.

"Emperor Yun's Divine Might! Unrivaled in the world!"

"Yunxiao Holy Land, everlasting through the ages!"

On the high platform.

Wei Hongyu looked at the man who had sat back down on the purple-gold seat, lazily sipping tea, her beautiful eyes shimmering.

"This doesn't look like the style of a Great Emperor at all..."

Her red lips curled slightly as she murmured softly, "This is clearly a bandit chief who's claimed a mountain as king... He really is a bandit; he even dared to rob me back then."

Beside her, Yao Xi also had a complicated expression.

She looked at Lu Chen, then at Ancestor Ziyang and the others swaying in the wind in the distance, and couldn't help but spit inwardly.

"Lecherous rogue!"

But at some point, the corner of her mouth had slightly curved upward.

At this time, Lu Chen didn't care at all.

He just rubbed his temples and sighed silently in his heart.

"The fight's over; time to settle the bill."

"Two Quasi-Emperors should be worth quite a few Top-Grade Spirit Stones, right? Plus the ransom for those six Emperor Weapons..."

At this point, Lu Chen's eyes lit up.

This day.

The Eastern Desolation was shaken.

The news that Emperor Yun was unharmed and had suppressed six great experts with a single finger spread frantically to every corner of the Human Realm as if it had grown wings.

And along with this news came a ransom notice issued by the Yunxiao Holy Land.