Can't Afford to Offend My Scheming Disciple

208. The Nether King

Translator: Helene

“Master Zhuo Hua, don’t worry. We just need some strength from the Ghost Emperor, and it won’t hurt him.” Before Zhuo Hua could ask, Qing Dan soothed Zhuo Hua by answering the question that was haunting Zhuo Hua.

Chu Ze looked up at the sky and said to Li, “It’s about time. Let’s start when you finish eating.”

After he spoke, Chu Ze went out and everyone followed him.

“Tomorrow is the Nether King Festival. The powerful around the king will be the densest at midnight today, and it will double the efforts if Li gives the King the strength at this hour.” Qing Dan walked behind Zhuo Hua and explained patiently. He was afraid that Zhuo Hua would get angry and take the Ghost Emperor back to Cultivation World. In that case, it would be a calamity to the city.

Chu Ze brought them to a cave, in front of which was a stone tablet with the word Forbidden written on it.

A butterfly flew over and accidentally hit the ward at the entrance to the cave. In an instant, the butterfly turned into ashes and disappeared in the wind.

Chu Ze waved his hand and withdrew the ward. He took the lead and entered the cave. Everyone followed him.

After they entered the cave, they took a long passage. About an hour later, they entered a room, which looked like an ordinary room with all the necessary furniture. There was a man lying on the bed without moving. The dead air around him was so dense that it could be seen with eyes. The man’s face was covered in a layer of dark mist, and no one could see how he had looked like before.

Feeling the terrible dead air, Zhuo Hua probably knew that this was Nether King.

“We can start now,” Qing Dan nodded at Li.

Li walked to the bed and extended his hands, starting to give his strength to the king.

He did it slowly. The king had been unconscious for ten thousands years, and Li was afraid that the king would not wake up if he did it fast.

When they arrived, it was already midnight. At this time, the sky was slightly bright. Seeing that the Nether King Festival was about to begin, Chu Ze and Qing Dan were sweating.

If they didn’t succeed today, they would see riots in Purgatory City.

Before it dawned, Li withdrew his hands and took two weak steps back. Kaka quickly supported him.

At this moment, the black mist on the man’s face disappeared, revealing a familiar face.

Zhuo Hua looked at the king and then at Li. Finally, he realized why Qing Dan said that the two of them had the power from the same origin.

He looked exactly like Li in his middle age.

“Father!” Li recognized Nether King at a glance as his father who disappeared 100,000 years ago.

The eyelashes of the man lying on the bed trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes with a vacant look.

The Nether King sat up and looked at the people in the room. Although he seemed to be in a coma, he knew everything that happened in Purgatory City.

At this moment, the bell in the distance rang and the Nether King Festival celebration had begun.

The streets of the Nether Palace were crowded with people, who were looking at the signboard of the grand and majestic palace.

“Your Majesty, the ceremony has begun.” Chu Ze and Qing Dan stood on both sides of the king and said with their heads lowered.

The Nether King nodded and disappeared in the room. The next second, he appeared outside the palace.

The people in Purgatory City saw Nether King Ming appear and burst into cheers.