Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 415 The End of Joy of Life (Part Two)
Deep inside the dungeon of the Overwatch Council.

Chen Pingping looked at the old eunuch in the bright red robe with a sinister expression. Hong Sixiang was not dead; he had only been seriously injured by Wu Zhu.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with incomprehension, astonishment, longing, envy, and jealousy.

"Tell me, tell me, why were you able to become a Grandmaster? Why?!"

He appeared to be insane, his wrists and ankles were chained with steel bars, his collarbones were pierced, and large holes pierced his body with iron spikes, from which blood oozed as he struggled violently.

Chen Pingping habitually sat in the chair, quietly watching Hong Sixiang go berserk, and then slowly regain his composure.

It's like a cat hiding in the night, teasing a mouse in your hand.

After a long while, Chen Pingping smiled and said, "You want to know the secret of how I, a eunuch, was able to break through to the Grandmaster level, right?"

"can you tell me?!"

A hint of surprise and uncertainty flashed in Hong Sixiang's eyes.

"Of course, but there's a condition." Chen Pingping appeared confident and assured.

"What conditions?"

Chen Pingping's expression turned serious and solemn: "I pledge allegiance to the current Emperor!"

"Hahaha, Chen Pingping, even though I am crippled, I know that a loyal minister does not serve two masters!"

A mocking smile appeared on Chen Pingping's lips: "Is that so? That's because the price offered wasn't high enough!"

"What if I told you that this cultivation technique, which could have led to the breakthrough to the Grandmaster level, could allow you to be reborn as a celestial being upon reaching the Celestial Realm, making you whole again?"

"By the way, you probably don't know this yet, but above Grandmaster is Celestial!"

Upon hearing this, Hong Sixiang's pupils contracted involuntarily.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true!" Chen Pingping said firmly.

As the King of the Night, Chen Pingping knew best what Hong Sixiang, who was of the same kind, truly wanted.

Faced with the prices Chen Pingping kept throwing out, Hong Sixiang finally lowered his head.

"By the way, you can no longer use the identity of Hong Sixiang. For the rest of your life, you will be called Han Shengxuan, and you will be in charge of handling His Majesty's dirty business!"

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What is my first task?

Chen Pingping sat at the top of the steps, the only source of light. Hong Sixiang stood bowing beside him, while below the steps, pairs of eyes were shrouded in darkness.

Those people knelt on one knee and bowed to Chen Pingping with their hands clasped. At this moment, Chen Pingping was undoubtedly the King of the Night!
"His Majesty has just ascended the throne, and the court is unstable. Many masters have emerged in the martial arts world of Qing Kingdom. Confucian scholars use their words to disrupt the law, while knights use their martial arts to break the law."

"Your mission is to suppress the entire martial arts world of Qing Kingdom after you break through to the Grandmaster level, and kill all those who disobey!"

"To repel external threats, we must first secure internal stability!"

Han Shengxuan and a pair of eyes simultaneously raised: "Yes!"

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Qing Kingdom, Yishi Residence.

Fan Xian looked at Meng Fan, who was sitting opposite him, with a complicated expression.

"I don't know whether I should address you as Brother Meng or Tiandao?"

Meng Fan waved his hand, picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth with great enjoyment, just like any other diner. Then he said, "I am now naturally a mortal!"

"Human nature and instinct must be separated!"

"For example, right now I'm enjoying the aroma of fireworks, and I'm also the one who's high above and looks down on all living beings as ants."

Fan Xian rubbed his forehead, feeling a strong sense of disconnect between the other person and him.

Meng Fan smiled and said, "You'll get to know me better as you get to know me!"

"It's like rationality and sensibility. I'm rational when I need to be and sensibility when I need to be. I can just switch between them at will. For example, what you see now is my sensibility."

"Want to guess what I'm thinking right now?"

Fan Xian curled his lip and said with a double meaning, "I won't guess. The will of Heaven is unpredictable, and it's equally difficult to defy it!"

"Ha ha!"

"I'm secretly delighted to have gotten a free meal from you!" Meng Fan said frankly. Upon hearing this, Fan Xian was completely stunned.

"Ah, well... alright!"

Fan Xian scratched his head, indicating that he found it hard to understand. After all, the other person's whole world belonged to them, yet they would be happy about such a small thing.

Meng Fan said: You don't understand, getting things for free makes me happy, and I'll always be happy getting things for free!
Fan Xian hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What brings you here today?"

"Now that you've ascended the throne, as a friend who used to compose poems with you, I'm giving you a small gift."

"What?" Fan Xian asked curiously.

Meng Fan casually drew a talisman and then imprinted it in Fan Xian's palm.

"This talisman can revive three people. You can choose freely, without any time limit. By the way, Teng Zijing is still alive. He's living a carefree life right now, so you don't need to waste your spot on him."

"Are you telling the truth?" Fan Xian asked excitedly.

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Yes, you are the Heavenly Dao after all. No matter what, you can't deceive me and leave me disappointed."

Fan Xian then fell into deep thought.

The first two spots are easy to arrange. His mother, Ye Qingmei, must be resurrected, and his brother-in-law, Lin Gong, can also be resurrected. After all, his father-in-law has been very kind to him, and he can't let him suffer the pain of losing his son again!

As for the last spot, Fan Xian was somewhat undecided.

After finishing his meal, Meng Fan looked at Fan Xian and asked, "Have you chosen who you want to resurrect?"

Fan Xian nodded heavily: "I've made my choice!"

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Lin House.

Upon seeing Lin Gong suddenly appear, Lin Ruofu, after verifying his authenticity, couldn't help but burst into tears, murmuring, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

Just when Lin Gong thought he was about to be embraced and wept by his father, Lin Ruofu suddenly tied Lin Gong up and hung him in the main hall.

Then, from who knows where, he found a stick.

As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the harsher the criticism. When Lin Wan'er returned home, she saw this strange scene: Lin Ruofu was beating Lin Gong while cursing and swearing, as if he was angry at Lin Gong's stupidity.

The hall was filled with Lin Gong's wails.

Being beaten wasn't enough; next, he had to drag his injured body to the palace to plead guilty.

Fan Xian looked at Lin Gong, who was kneeling before him, gritting his teeth, and laughed, "Brother-in-law, there's no need for this among family!"

Lin Gong: "Thank you so much, brother-in-law!"

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Outside the inspection agency.

Suddenly, a clever and cute teenage girl appeared, followed by Wu Zhu, who acted as her bodyguard. Everything seemed to have returned to its original state.

She wrung out the rag in her hands, then began wiping the inscription on the monument in front of the Inspectorate. Touching the smooth surface behind the inscription, she asked in confusion, "Where are the words? Where are the words I carved before?"

A pair of withered hands handed over a small chisel for carving stone. Chen Pingping couldn't hide her tears of excitement and said, "Don't worry, we'll carve it again!"

"Great, you truly are my best friend!"

Ye Qingmei naturally hooked her arm around Chen Pingping's shoulder.

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Fan Mansion.

A sudden burst of wailing cries appeared in front of the Fan residence.

"What's the fuss about?"

Aunt Liu brought the baby over and said to Fan Jian, "Master, I don't know who is so heartless as to abandon the child outside our Fan residence."

When Fan Jian saw the child's face clearly, his heart suddenly trembled. He hurriedly took the child, tears streaming down his face, and murmured, "I lost him!"

That's right, the third person was Fan Jian's own son, who died in Fan Xian's place.

The third spot should have originally belonged to Teng Zijing, but since Teng Zijing was not dead, Fan Xian thought it over and decided to revive his half-brother whom he had never met.

This is something I owe, so naturally I have to pay it back!
(End of this chapter)