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Chapter 260: A Hearty Infiltration

Everyone could see that Chen Lang was obviously seriously injured. That was the advantage they had worked so hard to create.

The result was right in front of them. Chen Lang was recovering at such a miraculous speed. Was it a trick? They were not sure, and someone looked at the old man next to them.

However, the words have already been spoken. Just as Chen Lang said, those who are now fighting with Chen Lang are the young geniuses of various sects. They are the face of each sect. If they retreat, there is really no need to discuss the Dao tomorrow.

What an unimaginable opponent.

Several disciples of Wuzhong Sect raised their iron swords, and behind them a huge shadow was gradually condensing. It was a group of wretched fire shadows, more powerful than the ones summoned by Qin Yue.

"Go back." said the old man.

They did not leave, but stood around Chen Lang, with increasingly fierce fighting spirit in their eyes.

"He has fully recovered, how about you?" the old man said again.

Several disciples paused, then sighed, put away their swords, and left.

Is this the so-called "generation breaker"? The other Wuzhongmen disciples were silent for a while. They suspected that Chen Lang was also at the end of his strength, but since the elder had given the answer, there was no chance at all.

It is really frustrating to lose to such a "generational leader".

Seeing the disciples leaving, more or less unwillingly, Zhong Haoran revealed an imperceptible smile on his face.

It's a nostalgic scene indeed.

Although the several disciples he trained each had their own characteristics, their opponents were all equally unconvinced, which was truly pleasing to the eye.

"Do we need to continue discussing this?" Chen Lang asked.

The old man glanced at the golden disc spinning in Chen Lang's right hand, then calmly looked away and said with a smile: "Daoyou Chen Lang's current strength is unmatched by anyone of his generation. I didn't expect that such a young master would appear in just a few years. Elder Zhong is really good at cultivating peerless geniuses. This ability is really enviable."

"Instead of envying others, it is better to improve yourself. The fact that Wuzhongmen has reached its current level is not due to jealousy of others." Zhong Haoran said.

"makes sense."

The old man showed a relieved look on his face, and nodded to Chen Lang, "Okay, since you don't like discussing the Dao, then we will simplify the process. You are going for the inheritance of the wretched fire, and we have also been working hard to complete the Dao for a long time. Starting tomorrow, we will arrange for you to attain enlightenment in the Hall of Heroes."

"Right now." said Chen Lang.

"Okay, now," the old man agreed.

……

Of course, "now" is definitely impossible. Opening Valhalla is not a trivial matter. The Endless Gate needs preparation, and Chen Lang will have to wait for a while.

Due to the previous conflict, Zhong Haoran naturally could not leave an inch.

"Have you estimated how long it will take for you to accept the inheritance of the wretched fire this time?" Zhong Haoran asked.

Chen Lang shook his head. "How would I know that?"

Zhong Haoran said, "Based on my experience, it takes about five to ten years to successfully analyze an ancient Taoist sect. The Weihuo Taoist sect is slightly different. It is more incomplete and is particularly difficult to analyze. In addition, the Qin family seems unwilling to give it to you, and may create difficulties for you, so it will take you longer than expected.

If you need me to stay longer, I might have to make some preparations to stay here longer.”

"It shouldn't take too long." Chen Lang thought for a moment, "No more than a month."

He doesn't expect to get the inheritance for too long. If it really takes five or ten years, he chooses to give up directly.

It's not the main storyline. If you use it to push the main storyline for five to ten years, you might have already reached the Nascent Soul stage and become a god. What's the point of this thing?

Besides, judging from the analysis speed of the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, it shouldn't take that long.

"Is that so? I understand." Zhong Haoran nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after, Wuzhongmen came to invite him.

It was still the elder surnamed Mu. He brought a few deacons and told Chen Lang that the Hall of Heroes had been cleaned and invited Chen Lang to go and meditate.

Chen Lang stood up immediately, and Elder Mu looked at Zhong Haoran, "Daoyou, do you want to go with us?"

"Of course." Zhong Haoran stood up. He now had no trust in Wuzhongmen. Although everything seemed calm on the surface, his mind had never left Chen Lang since the conflict between Chen Lang and him.

Valhalla was different from what Chen Lang had imagined. It was a large black hall that seemed to be made of some kind of metal. There was no white sheen inside and it was even a little dark. The interior of the hall was quite spacious and cleaned spotlessly. Several disciples of the Wuzhong Sect were walking out and passed by Chen Lang with somewhat hostile looks.

"Is this Valhalla?" Chen Lang asked.

He had dealt with Valhalla before and had been imprisoned there by accident before. It was different from what he saw now.

"Hall of Valor is an ancient artifact. Its state when it manifests itself is of course different from its normal state."

The old man knew Chen Lang's confusion, and said sincerely: "In fact, even my Qin family cannot control the Hall of Heroes. It is still unclear which part of the Hall of Heroes the Void Gate is connected to.

Our analysis of the inheritance of the Wicked Fire is only one-tenth or one-twelfth of it. The things of that era were too exquisite, and many inheritances were completely lost. "

Chen Lang nodded and asked no more questions. He explored back and forth in the Hall of Heroes, passed through the main hall and came to the back hall. He soon saw rows of huge corpses standing in the dark back hall. They looked like huge terracotta warriors, but they were all ancient corpses.

In fact, there were not many corpses, only about twenty or thirty, but their sizes were uneven. Some were only the size of lambs, while others were 20 or 30 feet tall, with their shriveled heads close to the dome.

The ancient corpse he brought was also displayed here. It was of medium size, and its front legs were broken by a touch of the Cursed Bell, so it was easy to recognize.

“That’s all the collection we have.”

The old man introduced them briefly, "Since the excavation of Hall of Heroes, for more than two hundred years, my Qin family has been analyzing these traditions day and night, and has made a lot of efforts to make the inheritance of wretched fire reappear in the world, which can be regarded as a small harvest."

After that, he looked at Chen Lang and said meaningfully, "Daoyou, if you want to get these Daoist traditions, it won't be a matter of a day or a night. Are you ready?"

"I have my own estimate." Chen Lang said.

"That's good." The old man nodded and said nothing. Then he looked at Zhong Haoran, "Elder Zhong, do you also want to comprehend together?"

Zhong Haoran was silent for a moment, but did not choose to comprehend together. "I need to watch nearby."

"It's ok."

The old man said, “During normal meditation time, the Hall of Heroes is open, but this time is special, and Elder Zhong probably doesn’t want him to be disturbed during his meditation, so we will close the Hall of Heroes until he finishes his meditation.

We will not disturb you during this period. If Elder Zhong is worried, just stay nearby and watch."

After saying that, the old man left, and Chen Lang’s retreat officially began.

The gate of Valhalla closed, the surroundings gradually darkened, and some eternal lamps slowly lit up. Endless Gate made many similar decorations in Valhalla.

Chen Lang summoned the Fengming Furnace and threw out a person.

"Is this Valhalla?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord looked around, then leaned over and touched the ground with a look of satisfaction.

It was a really enjoyable infiltration.

To be honest, he could hardly suppress the ecstasy on his face.

He had coveted the Qin family's Hall of Heroes for a long time. The inheritance of the obscene fire needed to be analyzed, and he was the best at this. It was simply a treasure made for him. He couldn't imagine how strong his endurance was that he hadn't come for so many years.

If the analysis is completed this time, he doesn’t know what will happen to the Qin family, but he, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, will surely become famous throughout the continent.

Suddenly, the satisfied look on his face gradually disappeared.

"Didn't I tell you to make sure the surroundings were safe before calling me out?"

Chen Lang said, "Isn't this quite safe?"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord shook his finger expressionlessly, and several ancient corpses of evil fire collapsed. A man stood behind them. He looked like a deacon of the Endless Sect, holding several eternal lamps in his hands. The milky white lampshades revealed a halo of light.

"Sorry to bother you," said the deacon.

Then he touched the mechanism at the door, the door opened, and he walked out.

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(End of this chapter)