Chapter 129 Departure!

"Ten-pull..." Ye Haocheng felt a burning heat in his heart.

The "sword talisman" from before had been obtained through the lottery; it only consumed one chance, yet it bought the lives of two Martial Venerable experts. This was an absolute steal!

If he did a ten-pull, what kind of heaven-defying treasures could he pull? Perhaps... was it even possible to pull divine pills or medicines that could directly raise one's cultivation?

However, now was clearly not the time for a lottery draw.

Ye Haocheng suppressed the excitement in his heart and cast his gaze toward the ruins below.

...

In front of the main palace hall, there were broken walls and ruined pillars.

A thick, nauseating smell of blood permeated the air.

Amidst a pile of broken rubble, Deng Tianlong was kneeling on the ground. He was covered in blood, though he didn't know if it was the enemy's or his own, but he didn't care in the slightest.

In front of him lay a corpse hacked into several pieces—it was Emperor Cao Chen.

This arrogant Emperor of the Feather God Dynasty had ultimately been carved up alive by Deng Tianlong's own hands in extreme pain and terror, to pay tribute to the departed souls of the Golden-Winged Roc Clan.

The great vengeance had been exacted.

Yet, there wasn't much joy on Deng Tianlong's face; instead, it was filled with endless sorrow and emptiness.

He dug his hands deep into the soil, pressed his forehead against the cold ground, and his shoulders heaved violently as he let out suppressed, hoarse sobs.

"Father... Mother..."

"Your child... has avenged you..."

"The Blood Feather Vulture Clan... is destroyed... the Cao family... is finished..."

"Wuwuwu..."

A man does not easily shed tears, unless he has reached the depths of sorrow.

Centuries of endurance and centuries of family hatred were all released in this moment. He was like a lost child, crying heart-wrenchingly in this devastated "home".

Jin Daoming sat on a nearby stone stool, having already resumed his human form, and was swallowing medicinal pills to heal his wounds. Watching this scene, he didn't speak, only sighed silently, a trace of sympathy flashing in his eyes.

After a long while.

Deng Tianlong's sobbing gradually ceased.

He slowly raised his head. In his red, swollen eyes, the once-burning flames of hatred had been extinguished, replaced by a sense of world-weary vicissitudes and confusion.

He stood up and walked unsteadily towards Ye Haocheng.

Thump.

Without any hesitation, Deng Tianlong knelt heavily on both knees and performed the most solemn kowtow to Ye Haocheng.

"Palace Master Ye... no, Master!"

Deng Tianlong's voice was hoarse but exceptionally firm. "Thank you, Master, for your kindness today! Without you, I, Deng Tianlong, would likely never have been able to avenge this blood feud in this lifetime! For this grace and virtue, I am willing to repay you with my life! For all eternity, I will work like an ox or a horse for you, without a single complaint!"

Ye Haocheng looked at him with a calm expression. "Get up. This was just a transaction between you and me; we each got what we needed."

Deng Tianlong did not rise and remained kneeling on the ground. "For you, Master, it may have been a transaction, but for me, it is a favor of rebirth."

"I dare to be bold and earnestly request that you take me in! From now on, I, Deng Tianlong, am willing to join Asura Hall and serve as a pawn, fighting across the world for you!"

Ye Haocheng raised an eyebrow slightly and swept his gaze across the vast imperial city.

Although the royal family had been destroyed, the territory of the Feather God Dynasty remained, as did its resources. Even though most of its foundation had been destroyed, it was still a huge piece of fat.

"Are you not staying?" Ye Haocheng asked. "Now that the Cao family is destroyed and the Blood Feather Vulture Clan no longer exists, you, as the only descendant of the Golden Winged Peng, have a legitimate claim. As long as you are willing, I can have Asura Hall temporarily help you suppress the situation, assist you in ascending the throne, and regain control of this vast land."

This was a huge temptation.

An emperor of a dynasty, ruling over billions of living beings—this was the power that so many dreamt of.

However, when Deng Tianlong heard this, a trace of bitterness and dimness flashed in his eyes.

He slowly shook his head and glanced at the greedy, prying gazes surrounding them—these were the scouts of some minor factions in the distance that had not yet participated in the battle.

"Master, I have self-knowledge." Deng Tianlong smiled bitterly. "Now, I am the only one left of the Golden Winged Peng. I have neither clansmen to assist me nor sufficient strength to suppress the masses. With my meager cultivation, if I didn't have the protection of Asura Hall, I fear I wouldn't last three days before dying at the hands of other demon experts coveting the throne."

"Moreover... this throne was bought with the blood of my entire clan. Sitting in this position, I would feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles every moment, and inner demons would arise."

Speaking up to this point, Deng Tianlong raised his head, a flash of determination in his eyes. "Instead of holding onto this empty name and waiting for death, it would be better to follow you, Master, to see the wider world and pursue a higher martial path! Let this Feather God Dynasty... drift away with the wind, and let those dogs fighting each other scramble for it!"

A trace of admiration flashed in Ye Haocheng's eyes.

Able to pick it up and put it down. To be able to remain clear-headed in the face of such immense power, Deng Tianlong's character was indeed excellent.

If he had truly coveted the throne, Ye Haocheng would have looked down on him even more and wouldn't have invested many resources in him. But now, Ye Haocheng decided to focus on cultivating him.

"Good." Ye Haocheng nodded and reached out to help him up. "Since you have decided, then come with me. From today on, you are a member of Asura Hall."

"Thank you, Master!!" Deng Tianlong kowtowed heavily, blood seeping from his forehead.

"Let's go."

Ye Haocheng did not linger. The commotion here was too great and would soon attract more trouble. Although he wasn't afraid, he found it troublesome.

Following his order, Leng Yi and the others quickly cleaned up the battlefield. After looting the palace treasury, the members of Asura Hall transformed into streams of light and vanished into the horizon.

Leaving behind only the burning Tianque City, and countless demon clansmen in the ruins who had begun to slaughter each other for the sake of profit.

The once glorious Feather God Dynasty had ceased to exist in all but name on this day.