Chapter Fifty-Nine: Preparing to Set Off

  The entrance to the Spirit Realm in the south of the Forest of the Dead.

  Chen Le stood in front of the black hole at the entrance of the Netherworld, staring blankly at this death-filled black circular object. To be honest, Chen Le's current feeling was very comfortable, perhaps it was because he had a fondness for death after becoming the Lich King.

  Chen Le stretched out his somewhat pale hand to touch the black hole, but it seemed as if the black hole didn't exist, and Chen Le's hand went through it directly.

  Chen Le spoke in a low voice to Zha Zha Ben: "Zha Zha Ben, do you think there's any way to make the entrance of the Ghost Realm erupt ahead of schedule?"

  His voice was flat, completely unable to discern his emotions: "He and you need a lot of killing, but the difference is that he needs dead air, while you need souls."

  "Is that so?" Chen Le looked up at the sky and then said: "Zha Zha Ben, do you think my trip to Yongyi Kingdom this time is right or wrong?"

  "It's hard to say, but you're going to help the Second Prince ascend to power. The birthday of King Yongyi is undoubtedly a good opportunity, which can get more land in the future and also clear yourself from the relationship with the undead tribe to avoid becoming the public enemy of the mainland. However, someone needs to be in charge here at the undead tribe now. The demons and escaped beasts from other areas of the Absolute Forest may come back at any time. Strictly speaking, it's the undead tribe that is your true driving force for revenge."

  Chen Le closed his eyes, he didn't know what to do with this matter now. He took out the red gemstone from his pocket and stuck it on his face.

  "It's alright, Lich King's brutal personality won't affect me in daily life anymore." Chen Le said intimately to the Ruby.

  Chen Le thought for a moment and decided to discuss things with Fei first.

  Back at the Undead base, Chen Le looked at the running Corpse Eaters and Skulls, feeling a warmth in his heart, and at the same time, a sense of responsibility.

  Chen Le arrived directly at the Cursed Temple, where Fei Zhi lived. Here, Fei Zhi taught newly emerged undead wizards the skills of summoning skulls, and also discussed various death magic with some master-level undead wizards.

  "Hey, Fei, come here for a moment, I have something to entrust you with."

  Fei Zhi bowed to the undead wizard who was talking to himself and then walked towards Chen Le.

  Fei Zhe bowed slightly towards Chen Le and said: "Master, is there something you need?"

  Chen Le pointed to the Hall of the Deceased and said: "Fei Zhi, I'm going out for a while. During this time, you're in charge of taking good care of things here."

  Feyz nodded again and said: "I understand, Master. The sooner we go, the sooner we return. After all, war can break out here at any time."

  Chen Le nodded and went up to the second floor of the Hall of the Dead.

  Chen Le gently pushed open the door of the alchemy room and said to An Lun who was dazed there: "An Lun, An Lun!"

  Anlun was just fantasizing about his life at home, while blaming himself for coming to this monster forest and being caught here to refine medicine. Suddenly, a voice broke Anlun's fantasy, and he looked out the door in horror, but when he found it wasn't that flesh-eating ghost with a face full of rotting flesh, he let out a sigh of relief.

  Chen Le walked in and casually found a place to sit down, saying: "An Lun, are you still used to living here?"

  Anlun's face instantly turned into a bitter melon face, and he began to recall the hellish life he had been living here for some time.

  Every morning, he was woken up early by a ghoul to go for a run. At noon, it would throw him the corpse of a demon beast, and in the evening, another one. He had no choice but to roast and eat them, but unfortunately, there were no seasonings available here. For these few days, his mouth was so bland that he could taste nothing.

  Chen Le patted An Lun's shoulder and said, "Alright alright. In that case, I'll treat you to a good meal." As soon as he finished speaking, a large pile of food appeared out of thin air, all of which were fragrant and delicious.

  Anlun's eyes turned green, he didn't care about Chen Le, he pounced on the pile of food like a starving tiger, eating and crying at the same time. The whole person cried like a tearful person, it was truly heartbreaking to hear and see.

  Chen Le lowered his head and thought: "I didn't expect the God System to have this function, this meal cost 10,100 energy points, thinking about it is still a bit heart-wrenching."

  "Who told you to add something, originally the food only needed 100 energy points, but what you added requires 10,000, who's the weird one? Moreover, the Pantheon System is the proudest work of the Creation God, and it's said that a mysterious person also participated in making this system, whose strength can rival that of the Creation God."

  Chen Le regained his spirits upon hearing this and excitedly asked: "Who is so capable, to actually be able to go against the Creation God?"

  "I don't know."

  Chen Le said regretfully: "Forget it. Now I want to know if that medicine of yours is useful or not?"

  "Don't doubt the medicine produced by the system, these medicines can come from the finest goods of the divine realm!"

  "Divine Realm?" Chen Le heard this term and felt that it must be the BOSS's lair.

  An Lun was lying on the ground with a satisfied expression, saying that he felt extremely comfortable now. Chen Le looked at An Lun's expression and smiled, "Full?"

  An Lunfei's face lit up and he said with satisfaction: "Of course, of course!"

  Chen Le smiled and looked at An Lun, who involuntarily took a few steps back.

  "Relax, sit down."

  Anlun sat down as if he was escaping. Then he lowered his head and looked at the ground.

  Chen Le smiled again and patted An Lun's shoulder, saying: "You can go home now!"

  An Lun stood up after hearing this, his face filled with excitement, he dared not believe that Chen Le would tell him such a thing.

  He pulled at Chen Le's clothes and said: "Really? Really?"

  Chen Le glanced at An Lun's hand. An Lun hastily withdrew his hand and looked at Chen Le with a excited face.

  "Yes, it's true, you can go home now!"

  An Luren jumped up, he could finally leave this ghost place. At the same time, he fantasized that after returning, he must tell his father to send troops to destroy this place, and he must catch the white-haired guy in front of him, let him experience the life he had suffered for the past few days.

  Chen Le seemed to have thought of something and patted his head, saying: "Right, when you go back, don't mention anything about this place to your father."

  An Lun pecked at his rice like a chick and said, "I'll definitely do as you say." (In his heart: You just wait for me to die!)

  Chen Le leaned his face close to An Lun's and smiled, saying: "I still have some misgivings about this. Let's eat it."

  After finishing speaking, he stuffed a black unknown object into Anlun's mouth.

  "Cough, cough, cough!" An Lun coughed, looking at Chen Le in terror.

  Chen Le smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, as long as you don't talk nonsense, it's like eating a piece of candy."

  An Lun had no doubt about the power of that black bean-sized thing, and the white-haired youth in front of him, although he didn't know his alchemist level, could see that it was absolutely above high-level!

  An Lushan said with a trembling voice: "I will definitely keep it confidential."

  Chen Le smiled and said: "This is good. By the way, what's your relationship with that pastor named Fidel?"

  "He's someone I invited."

  Chen Le smiled and then looked out the window, saying: "Some people's motives for getting close to you may not be as simple as they seem on the surface. Forget it, it seems that feeding that guy to the vengeful spirit didn't do anything after all!"

  An Leng was about to cry, and he fed Fidel to the ghosts!

  Chen Le was deep in thought as he read through the intelligence obtained from Fidel through his memories, one of which was the plan of Duke Bai Jiaolong. Another was that Fidel was the bodyguard given by Duke Bai Jiaolong to his precious son.

  Chen Le walked out of the alchemy hall and suddenly turned back to say, "Go wash up, then go to the third floor to change into some new clothes. Those were all bought by Mai De from the Gathering District. After changing, wait for me outside the cave, we'll take a horse carriage to Sang Zhuer's Gathering District!"

  After Chen Le walked out, An Lun collapsed on the ground and burst into tears. He knew that this life he would no longer be able to escape from this guy's devilish grasp!

  "Is King Yongyi having a big birthday? What should we give him?" Chen Le thought about this relatively serious question. "Whatever, just go with the flow!"