"This time our Heavenly Court attacked them unprepared, and it is inevitable to annihilate the God-making Pavilion. The reason why so many of you are sent to take action is to ensure that nothing goes wrong."
"Remember, the first goal of this mission is to collect all the information on the research on the Dou Li Man in the God Building Pavilion, so try not to destroy it as much as possible."
"Second, collect the Ji Dao organs. Each Ji Dao organ may produce a genius. Tiangong attaches great importance to this."
Qinglin Killer God reminded, everyone nodded.
"Excuse me, sir, how to deal with the man in the bamboo hat? Should he be captured alive?"
A gold killer asked. Gu Chen looked familiar to him. He seemed to be the first person to trade the Nine Yin Stones with Huang Pingzhang.
"The origin of the man in the hat is mysterious and difficult to deal with. If you encounter him, just try to hold him off and leave him to me to deal with personally."
When Qinglin Killer God said this, everyone was completely relieved.
It seems that in this mission, the risk is small but the reward is big!
"Okay, now that we understand everything, let's set off and destroy the God-making Pavilion!"
Qinglin God of Killing flicked his sleeves, and many killers responded collectively, with murderous intent rising into the sky!
…
Among the hidden mountains, a fortress-like building stands tall.
Tigers howled and monkeys cried in the forest not far away, but as soon as we approached this area, it immediately became silent.
It is like a giant beast that swallows up light and sound, dormant in the darkness, exuding a cold and eerie atmosphere.
This place is the God-making Pavilion!
"Sir, my father has specifically told me that when I see you this time, I must personally hand over this map of mountains, rivers, and the country to you."
On the ground floor of the God-making Pavilion, a young man dressed in fine clothes with a flattering smile on his face respectfully handed over a scroll.
In front of him, stood a man in yellow clothes wearing a bamboo hat, his body was as thin as a bamboo pole, and his whole body exuded a sinister atmosphere.
"Jiejie, your father is very thoughtful. This map of mountains, rivers, and land is a sacred painting, so it's expensive, right?"
The man in the bamboo hat had a pair of green eyes shining brightly, and he opened the scroll to admire it.
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive. As long as you like it, sir, what does this picture scroll mean?"
The way of young people to please is extremely flattering.
"Jiejie, okay, don't talk around in circles with me. I'm very busy. Tell me, what is your father's request?"
The man in the bamboo hat accepted the scroll and walked forward in the dark corridor.
The young man followed step by step and said quickly.
"Your Excellency also knows that in half a year there will be a clan meeting of my Huangfu family, and my father is thinking of including me in the family tree."
"It's just that I am an illegitimate child after all. According to the rules of the Huangfu family, unless you are extremely talented, you cannot recognize your ancestor and return to the clan."
The young man looked depressed.
His name is Yang Zikang, and his surname follows his mother's surname, but his father has a great background. His name is Huangfu De, and he is the son of Huangfu Wuji, the number one war god in the current Middle-earth Empire.
In other words, his biological grandfather is the top powerhouse in Kunlun Continent and the God of War with all the power!
With such a famous life experience, he should have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and grown up under the halo of countless glory.
But unfortunately, he was not the son of Huangfu De's wife, but the product of his affair with an oiran from a brothel.
This resulted in him being labeled an illegitimate child from birth and unable to bear the imperial family's surname.
Fortunately, his father still loved him as an illegitimate son. Although he could not compare with the direct grandchildren of the Huangfu family since he was a child, he was still well-dressed and had no worries about food and clothing.
He has been an adult for several years. In the past few years, because of his efforts to please his father, he finally felt compassion and decided to include himself in the family tree in half a year.
It can be said that it is not that simple to return to the ancestral lineage. His talent has been mediocre since he was a child. He relied on the cultivation resources provided by his father to barely improve his cultivation to the Nirvana realm, but he also stopped at the Nirvana realm.
He knew very well that he was just a medicine pot. It would be difficult for him to rely on pills to make breakthroughs in his future cultivation, and with his current cultivation, it would be difficult to gain recognition from the clan.
Therefore, his father took the opportunity of coming to the God-making Pavilion to hand over the items and sent him here, hoping to ask the adult in front of him to help change his destiny.
Before coming, his father had repeatedly said that although the man in the hat was his grandfather's subordinate, his status in the Hades Palace was very unusual, and he must treat him respectfully.
Yang Zikang memorized everything his father said, giving gifts and being humble at the same time, eagerly hoping that the man in the hat would give him a helping hand.
"Well, I understand what your father means. He just wants me to help you transplant Ji Dao organs and change your physique, right?"
The man in the bamboo hat chuckled.
"Yes, sir, I hope you can help me. As long as you help me with this, I will repay you with all my hard work in this life!"
Yang Zikang said quickly, his posture was so humble that he didn't have the slightest bit of pride of a member of the Huangfu family.
"Jie Jie, you are pitiful. I think that your imperial family and several of your contemporaries are all the proud ones of heaven. You are the only one who is unknown until now. You don't even have the last name."
"Huang Fude has shown great respect to me over the years, so it's okay to help you. I wonder what kind of extreme organ you want?"
The man in the bamboo hat said thoughtfully.
"I heard that not long ago, a corpse that had been frozen for thousands of years was discovered in the Hades Palace under the Beiyuan Wanzhang Glacier. The corpse's 'extremely frozen heart' is still active!"
Yang Zikang said quickly.
"Jiejie, your father really dares to open his mouth like a lion. His extremely cold heart is a first-class special physique."
The man in the bamboo hat laughed and cursed.
"Sir, my father said that as long as you agree, you will be rewarded in the future!"
Yang Zikang said eagerly, his face full of enthusiasm.
"It's a pity that the Frozen Heart Seat has already been used."
The man in the hat shook his head.
"Used it? Who did you give it to, sir?"
Yang Zikang's face turned pale.
"What? Whoever I want to give it to needs to get your consent?" the man in the hat asked.
"No, of course not, it's just that it's a top-notch Yakuza organ, and you can't just dispose of it easily, right?"
"It doesn't hurt to tell you. I have used it for research. Lord Hades knows this."
The man in the bamboo hat's words immediately made Yang Zikang feel downcast. Since even the pillar of the imperial family knew about this, he and that "
"Frozen Heart" is completely missed.
"Sir, do you have any other top-notch Ji Dao organs here?" Yang Zikang asked unwillingly.
"No more. First-class liquids are hard to find. The few ones I have are all used by me for research."
The answer of the man in the bamboo hat made Yang Zikang curse in his heart. This guy, who is neither human nor ghost, doesn't know what he is studying all day long, and he even wastes such precious Ji Dao organs!
How wonderful it would be if it were given to him!
"Although there are no first-class Ji Dao organs, there are quite a lot of middle-class ones. Isn't it that the Huangfu family sent you here to take away those eight Ji Dao organs?"
"I will make an exception. You can choose any one of the eight extreme organs or the God-making Pavilion."
