Chapter 140: Riding the Sword Through the Heavens, the Temptations of Mortal Demons and Gods

There are always those better than us, and heavens beyond heavens… No matter when, it’s best to keep 99% confidence, as that 0.1 belongs to others…
Li Ling was confused after hearing Lan Bian’s words. He had never heard of the people he mentioned, and there was no such thing as an underworld in these three realms. Looking into Lan Bian’s eyes, which didn’t seem to be lying, Li Ling finally couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “Who is your brother?”
Lan Bian smiled mysteriously and said, “My brother is the greatest hero in my eyes. He’s always been the most fond of me since I was young. Everyone in our clan regards him as an emperor. He rules the entire world there, possessing everything. Moreover, my brother’s ‘long sword’ has never met an opponent—it’s invincible. If he agrees, I guarantee that both the righteous and the evil forces will be at peace for a while.”
Li Ling looked at Lan Bian’s exaggerated expression and said, “Invincible? You really have a lot of confidence in your brother.”
Seeing Li Ling’s skeptical look, Lan Bian replied, “Believe it or not is up to you. In my heart, my brother is invincible. A few days ago, he told me he’s also in these three realms, just hasn’t shown himself yet. We agreed to meet in Lotus Town. Will you come? Don’t say I didn’t invite you.” With that, he wore a proud expression.
Seeing Lan Bian’s ridiculous face, before Li Ling could speak, Young Master Su sat down on the ground with a thud. “Invincible… Tch! That face is probably bigger than my butt. I never believe in invincibility; I only believe that there’s always someone better.”
Lan Bian glared at Young Master Su and said angrily, “You troublemaker, do you want to die? Wait until I find my brother, and I’ll show you what he’ll do to you.”
Young Master Su played with the rusty kitchen knife while laughing, “Looking at your pig-like face, if you can’t beat me, I’ll just go to your invincible brother. I’m so scared… Oh, go to hell, little girl!”
Lan Bian was already red-faced with anger at this rascal’s behavior. Just as she was about to explode, Tian Jiao behind her said, “Sister Lan, let’s go. Wasting time here is pointless. Why get angry with him? Go meet your heroic brother.”
Lan Bian stamped her foot, glanced at Young Master Su, and said, “It’s best you never show up in front of me again.” With that, she mounted her flying weapon without even looking back and soared into the night.
Raised and doted on by her brother since childhood, Lan Bian was a princess-like figure in the underworld—second to none. How could she tolerate the rude words of this local rich boy, Young Master Su? She was already furious beyond measure.
Li Ling shook his head, glanced at Young Master Su, and said, “Enemies always reunite, haha. Young Master Su, see you later.”
Young Master Su immediately replied, “Sure, sure, see you later.”
Li Ling rode his sword into the air and chased after Lan Bian’s figure with Tian Jiao. There were two things he needed to figure out now: first, where was the Nine Nether Demon God right now? Just this arrow couldn’t prove that the Nine Nether Demon God had left Fengdu Ghost City; second, he wanted to see who else in the world could be called invincible and what his mysterious brother really looked like.

In Li Ling’s heart, there was no such thing as invincibility, but there was one person who made him feel close to that idea—legendary figure from the human world, Cold Sword… Yet in Lan Ren’s eyes, his brother seemed even more powerful, and his brother came from the Netherworld. So, what was the Netherworld?

With these two questions in mind, Li Ling chased after Lan Ren once again…

Watching the three of them fly into the sky, Su Shao couldn’t help but exclaim, “They’re all gods! They can fly. I don’t know when I’ll be able to fly like a bird. It seems impossible in this life.”

“How can it be impossible? With me here, have you forgotten? I can fulfill all your wishes,” said the Nine Nether Demonic God, now merged within Su Shao’s body.

Hearing this, Su Shao got angry. “Shut up! Did I ask you to talk? Your pathetic powers can only scare them. They’re useless on me. I won’t agree to any more of your conditions. Just stay inside and be quiet.”

A demonic god from ten thousand years ago was now treated like Su Shao’s servant, with no chance to resist, because he understood that he had made a fatal mistake and been deceived by a scoundrel. Even a world-destroying demonic god was powerless against this rascal. Everyone should now understand Lan Ren’s sense of helplessness and despair.

The Nine Nether Demonic God seemed to sigh and said, “My ten thousand years of cultivation have been ruined by you. With my last strength, I made a prophecy for myself, which ended up harming me. I didn’t ask for any conditions. I can help you.”

Su Shao paused for a moment and said, “Then tell me, how can you make me fly?”

At that moment, Su Shao felt his arms no longer under his control. They quickly extended from his palms to his shoulders, turning into black shadows. His hands rose slowly. As he lost control of them, the ground split open. The already narrow street became extremely wide…

As the ground tore apart, a green light emanated from the crack. With the spread of the light, a gray sword rose from the ground. Around the gray sword, red light pulsed, like blood. The sword was over three feet long, as wide as a thumb, with a hilt shaped like a hook. Its blade was black, and at the tip was a green gem that continuously emitted green light…

The Nine Nether Demonic God said, “Take it. From now on, it belongs to you.”

Seeing this, Su Shao immediately became excited. He threw away the axe in his hand and said, “Great! This sword is perfect for me.” Then he went over and really picked it up.

The Nine Nether Demonic God said, “This is my weapon. Its name is ‘Youyan’.”

Holding the sword floating in the air, Su Shao stroked it affectionately and said, “Amazing.”

The Nine Nether Demonic God said, “Of course it is. With this sword, we can fight across the world and kill those hypocrites one by one.”

Hearing this, Su Shao shook his head violently and said, “I just want to have fun. I’m not going to kill anyone.”

The Nine Nether Demon God said, “It’s not up to you. You must know that half of this body now belongs to me as well.” With that, Su Shao’s entire body immediately started extending upward from his feet, turning black. Eventually, his whole body became a shadow. Within that shadow, a green glow flashed, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes. Under the moonlight, the black shadow raised the “Mysterious Rock” and soared into the air…

In the air, Su Shao’s body returned to its original form. Standing on the “Mysterious Rock” sword, he flew swiftly, enjoying the gentle breeze of the moon, the touch of the floating clouds, and the thrill of speed. Su Shao looked down and shouted loudly, “Damn it! Are you just messing with me?”

With that cry, his body flipped violently. Strangely, the sword seemed to stick to his body. After flipping several times, his body regained its balance. Gradually, Su Shao began to control the sword and truly took to the air.

He didn’t know how long or how far he had flown. Su Shao said, “Haha, not bad. I really feel like a god now.”

The Nine Nether Demon God replied, “Do you think this is being a god? Do you just want to float in the air like this? Don’t you want to stand above millions of people and command the wind and rain? And those who look down on you, like that blue-eyed woman just now?”

Hearing the Nine Nether Demon God’s words, Su Shao’s heart was stirred. Although he had never thought of becoming a ruler over millions, the idea of commanding the elements and having whatever he wanted caught his interest. Moreover, he couldn’t stand the disdainful look from that blue-eyed woman—it made him feel worthless…

At this moment, the Nine Nether Demon God seemed to have found Su Shao’s weakness. He wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted to use Su Shao and that blue-eyed woman slowly, to make this body fully obedient to him, completely subdued by desire and fame, so as to fully carry out his schemes.