Ark Undead

"I'm going back."

"The Undead said."

"Wait, for the imperial edict."

Xi hid behind Nian without making a sound. Nian carried the half-asleep Xi and sighed.

"As you can see, this guy is so drunk that I can only send her and Xi back first. We can talk about other things when you go to war in a couple of days."

"Row."

The immortal nodded, watching as Nian Baling was helped back.

After the three left, the Undead turned around and looked at W and Greyhound.

"Shall we take a walk?"

"Go for a walk."

Greyhound nodded; he and W did indeed have something to discuss with the Undead.

The four of them headed towards the hotel where no one died.

Greyhound pushed W next to the Undead.

The Undead had noticed W's condition long ago, so he reached out and grabbed W's wrist.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

Before W could say anything, she felt a warm current flow into her wrist, circulating throughout her body. The cold, gray fog in her mind dissipated instantly, as if it had encountered sunlight. The wound on her thigh also calmed down and stopped hurting.

"The abyss is still dangerous for you."

The Undead put down W's wrist, he said.

"If it weren't for the wound, you wouldn't be yourself anymore."

"It's quite strange that an old wound can still be effective now."

W said jokingly.

"I should have let you stab me a few more times back then. Maybe I could have just gone and chopped that bastard Theresis's head off."

Greyhound couldn't help but laugh when it heard such a joking remark.

W ignored him and instead touched the bruise on her thigh again, letting out a sigh.

"Now it's the Great Yan, but I don't know where we'll be next."

W is going down a darker and darker path than this.

The more she interacted with Therese, the stronger her hatred for him became, but outwardly she became more and more submissive.

Because she understood that she needed a trigger, a trigger that could lead him to his doom.

The Undead did not try to dissuade W, whose conviction was unwavering; she had long been prepared to go down a path of no return.

"When will you leave the Great Yan?"

"Let's wait a couple of days and rest for another two days."

W stretched his limbs, now fully awake, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Hmm... I'll go back to Kazdel when you go to that Demon Cave."

The Undead nodded, then looked at the Greyhound.

"What about you?"

"I?"

Greyhound was taken aback; he hadn't expected the Undead to ask him that.

So, the greyhound unconsciously put on its habitual smile again.

"I think I'll stay in Da Yan for a while longer... and then we'll decide where to go next."

The greyhound's voice grew softer and softer, then his eyes darted around and his tone became erratic.

"Do you...do you want to take your bank card?"

"..."

The Undead paused in place, then after a few seconds, quickened its pace and moved forward, trying to get away from the Greyhound.

The greyhound hurriedly chased after it.

"Hey! Big brother, I was wrong, big brother! Wait for me!"

308. Farewell

Two days is neither a long nor a short time.

When the Undead were preparing to set off for Yumen, it was just a few days before New Year's Eve.

On that very day, an imperial edict from the capital sealed the immortals' status and announced the return of the divine general to the world.

"By the grace of our ancestors, the Emperor decrees: On this auspicious day, the divine general returns. Therefore, one hundred Imperial Guards are hereby ordered to escort the divine general into the Jade Gate, bearing the Tiger Tally and commanding the three armies."

Liang Xun finished reading the imperial edict in his hand, then glanced at Yan Di and Chen, who were kneeling beside him.

Yan Di wisely lowered his head, stood up, took the imperial edict from Liang Xun, and handed it to the Undying.

Chen, who was next to the Undead, reached out and took it.

Then Liang Xun looked at the immortal, and the immortal looked at Liang Xun.

After a long while, the immortal finally spoke and asked.

"and then?"

"..."

Liang Xun coughed lightly, and Yan Di was about to speak when Chen spoke up.

"The divine general thanks Your Majesty. May the Great Yan Dynasty be blessed with prosperity for ten thousand generations."

At least Chen had gone through the proper procedures for helping the undead, so Liang Xun breathed a sigh of relief. He then gave Chen a look of gratitude and appreciation before tidying up his words and speaking.

"Let's disperse, let's disperse. The Divine General needs to rest."

Thus, the reporters and influential figures surrounding the hotel reluctantly left the conference room under police control.

Meanwhile, dozens of Imperial Guards, dressed in fish-scale armor and wearing animal masks, stood outside the conference room to maintain order.

No one had ever seen such a scene before. Only some retired high-ranking officials had seen so many Imperial Guards when they attended court in the past.

Once everyone had left, Liang Xun tugged at his collar and sighed.

"I apologize, but His Majesty wanted to make a grander spectacle to suppress those restless families in the capital. That's why you had to take on this leading role."

"fine."

The immortal took the edict from Chen's hand, glanced at it twice, but still couldn't understand it.

The handwriting is just as good as before. Even if an immortal cannot understand it, they can still feel the beauty of its structure and strokes.

Onstan clicked his tongue twice, then tapped Chen's shoulder with his finger, bent down, and asked in a low voice.

"Xiao Chen, how do you know what to say? Did you practice it a long time ago?"

"No, that's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas."

Chen was a little confused. She had just noticed that the atmosphere was off, and then she just blurted out what she had seen.

"To get used to the culture within the Great Yan as soon as possible, I've been watching a lot of martial arts dramas and action movies these past few days. I heard what Lord Liang Xun said, so I just shouted a couple of times along with him, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to get through this situation."

Onstan gave Chen a thumbs up, and Chen nodded before straightening up.

Liang Xun was naturally very grateful to Chen. He took two steps forward and spoke to Chen.

"If it weren't for Miss Chen's quick reaction, this scene would have been truly awful."

Liang Xun wiped away non-existent sweat.

"I forgot to teach the Divine General how to speak beforehand. I thought the Divine General would know."

"I do not know."

The Undead shook his head; no one had ever told him how to say it.

"Does that mean I can leave now?"

"Of course, the matter that required your help, Divine General, is now over. Wherever you wish to go next, we will fully cooperate with you. These Imperial Guards were your bodyguards in the Great Yan, although you do not need bodyguards."

Liang Xun paused for a moment.

"However, everyone hopes to stay with the Divine General for a while longer, until you decide to leave the Great Yan."

The Great Yan did not force the undead to stay. They gave the undead ample freedom and respect.

So far, at least, the things that the Undead have done and the things that the Great Yan have done have been coordinated perfectly.

Liang Xun's attitude has already proven this point; the emperor truly has no intention of issuing any orders to the immortals.

"We'll set off in a little while."

"The Undead said."

"I'll go, to give someone a ride."

...

A teahouse next to Qunshan Road at the Shangshu Expressway exit.

Greyhound took a sip of his teacup and looked back at the spot where the mountain path had led out.

W just said he had to go take care of something, and it's been more than ten minutes since he left. Why isn't he back yet?

Even if you insist on finding a remote, desolate place to relieve yourself instead of using a proper restroom, that's about right.

Did you forget to bring toilet paper?

Greyhound thought it over and over, and this was the only possibility. So he took out his communicator, ready to make a call to W.

"Hey, which old flame are you messaging?"