Gods of the Nation: You worship the God of Longevity, I worship the King of Hell!

Chapter 70 An Amazing SS-Rank Mission!
The sound of the deepest hell echoed throughout the universe, carrying boundless rage that froze souls, exploding in her ears:

"You, do you often skin people alive?"

The woman with red spots was so drunk that she was completely terrified.

But then she saw Lu Chen stick his head out, turning sideways and glaring at her intently.

An overwhelming sense of fear immediately overwhelmed her.

"boom!"

The woman with erythema, who felt she had regained some mobility, suddenly collapsed to her knees and began kowtowing frantically.

"Please spare my life, sir! Please spare my life, sir!"

However, her voice trailed off again.

Her gaze fixed on the strange scroll in Lu Chen's hand, the red-spotted woman's voice was hoarse and trembling with disbelief as she exclaimed, "The Thousand Demon Contemplation... My husband?!"

"The Thousand Demon Contemplation"?
Lu Chen subconsciously looked down at the scroll.

The woman with the red spots immediately woke up and understood everything.

The pain of losing her husband overwhelmed her reason like a surging tide, and even overwhelmed her fear at one point.

Without saying a word, she grabbed the spiked hammer and pounced on Lu Chen.

The four underworld messengers had been on guard for a long time, and when they saw the woman with red spots suddenly flare up, they immediately unleashed their magical weapons.

"Pfft!"

However, a blood rain splattered from behind the woman with red spots, just one step ahead.

Sun Yourong had already brought down her axe, which slammed heavily into her back.

The woman with the red spots froze in mid-air before her demonic body crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Lu Chen immediately exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

He abandoned his Yama-like demeanor, bent down to check the woman with red spots' breath, and confirmed that she was dead.

"I also wanted to ask her about this ancient scroll..."

Lu Chen scratched his head, but didn't blame Sun Yourong.

Anyway, he can summon the spirits of Ling Shui Shangren and Hongban Nu for questioning whenever he wants, so there's no rush.

"You guys go back first."

Lu Chen waved his hand behind him.

The four underworld messengers bowed and clasped their fists: "Yes, General!"

They then transformed into four wisps of black smoke, dissipated, and returned to the underworld.

Lu Chen looked up at Sun Yourong, whose expression was complicated and whose eyes were full of confusion, and quickly asked, "Are you alright, Sister Sun?"

Sun Yourong snapped out of her daze and shook her head: "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

She looked at the corpse of the woman with red spots on the ground, her tone turning cold: "I didn't expect this demoness to be so powerful. Rakshasa Technique? Could it be related to the Rakshasa Cult?"

"The Rakshasa Cult? What's their background?"

"A cult that has spread throughout the country, with more than 10,000 members and many experts. There are dozens of known fourth-grade spiritual practitioners, and the four elders of the cult are said to be closer to the fifth grade in strength."

"Fifth rank? That doesn't sound that high..."

"That's because you advanced too quickly! You went from being a nobody to the early stage of the second rank in just a few days? The progress you've made in these few days is something that others might never achieve in their entire lives."

Sun Yourong gave a soft snort, but she had to admit that Lu Chen's luck was amazing.

Historically, there have indeed been cases of spiritual beings breaking through multiple realms in a single day by worshipping deities.

But how many people like that are there throughout history?
Right now, right in front of her, there was one standing there alive.

No wonder her father, Sun Qingcang, exclaimed at the Zhao Clan Temple that day that he had seen countless heroes in the past ten years, but none of them were as blessed by heaven as Lu Chen!
Lu Chen thought about it and agreed that it made sense.

Sun Yourong's father was a fifth-grade spiritualist, a strength that was enough to make him stand out among the crowd in Jiangdu City, which had a population of several million.

In this light, fifth-rank experts are indeed extremely rare, and each one is a force to be reckoned with.

It cannot be measured simply by adding two to the rank of a third-grade spiritualist.

"So, the Rakshasa Cult is quite powerful. With such a large number of members, why do the authorities just sit idly by and let them commit such heinous crimes?"

"How could that be? The imperial court has tried to appease them and has also sent troops to suppress them many times. But these people are extremely cunning and good at hiding and moving around. Every time they are wiped out, they soon rise up again. On the contrary, as their reputation spreads, their scale grows larger and larger. For this reason, the imperial court has even issued an SS-level extermination mission. If anyone can destroy the Rakshasa Cult, they will be rewarded with gold and silver treasures, high-ranking official positions and generous salaries, and military merits will be as high as 20,000 points."

"Twenty thousand?!" Lu Chen gasped. His reward for coming to Longhu County to pray for rain was twenty million in cash plus four thousand military merits.

Based on this ratio, the bounty for an SS-level mission would be at least hundreds of millions, not to mention the high-ranking positions and generous salaries.

"As expected of an SS-level mission." Lu Chen secretly gasped.

Unfortunately, his current strength is still shallow, while the Rakshasa Sect has many experts and a deep foundation, so he is obviously not yet capable of taking on such a task.

"Of course, I'm just guessing. Whether these two are really members of the Rakshasa Cult is still unknown."

Sun Yourong took a deep breath, ending the conversation, and turned to look at Lu Chen, hesitating to speak: "You... just now..."

Lu Chen spread his hands: "You know, I have a good relationship with the King of Hell."

Sun Yourong felt a jolt in her heart, and her expression changed drastically: "So, they call you General...you really have a position in the Underworld?"

Lu Chen smiled, neither confirming nor denying. Sun Yourong's forehead immediately broke out in a fine sweat.

Even a powerful figure like her father never received even a nominal position in the Divine Court.

Lu Chen's ability to command underworld officials demonstrates that his position is not merely nominal, but rather one in which he wields real power.

This! How is this possible?!
Sun Yourong felt that her understanding had been completely overturned once again.

He, a mere second-grade spirit practitioner, actually accomplished something that even fifth-grade, sixth-grade, or even seventh-grade spirit practitioners might not be able to do.

After a long silence, she looked at Lu Chen with a complicated expression, her gaze a mixture of shock and resentment, which finally turned into a long sigh: "I finally understand why you were able to persuade the King of Hell to open the gates of the underworld and allow the living to pay homage to the dead."

Lu Chen's mind raced, and he smiled easily, "Sister Sun, considering how long we've been working together, and how much you've helped me on this trip to Longhu County, even standing in front of me twice just now. Alright... I might as well tell you a secret."

Sun Yourong's cheeks flushed slightly from his words, and upon hearing the last part, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "What secret?"

"Actually..." Lu Chen's lips curled slightly, "Yan Wang is my adopted son!"

"What did you say?! The King of Hell is your adopted son?!"

Lu Chen quickly waved his hand: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, I am the adopted son of the King of Hell!"

I accidentally got my tongue tied in a knot.

Even so, Sun Yourong's face was still filled with utter shock.

She had considered that Lu Chen and Yan Wang had a close relationship, but she hadn't expected it to be this close.

How...how did he do that?!

Lu Chen was not surprised by Sun Yourong's reaction.

The reason he revealed this little secret that was about to be achieved in the future.

Firstly, Sun Yourong did win his favor during this trip together;
Secondly, as one of the four major families in Jiangdu City, having such connections would be a good thing for me to develop my career in Jiangdu in the future.

Moreover, judging from Sun Qingcang's character, the Sun family's family traditions should be quite good.

Showcasing your strengths and background at appropriate times allows others to see your value, even if you don't have a close relationship with them.

Although Lu Chen was a Taoist priest in his previous life, he had seen the world with his master and naturally understood these principles.

Besides, many people in their neighborhood know about this, and it will spread sooner or later.

"Alright, it's getting late, we should head back."

Seeing that it was getting late, Lu Chen urged them to set off.

"What should be done with this demoness's corpse?"

"Simple."

Lu Chen raised his hand and unleashed a [Netherworld Divine Lightning], instantly vanishing the red-spotted woman's corpse as if it had never existed.

"What a domineering Black Thunder."

Sun Yourong was secretly alarmed. If she were to face this black lightning, she would probably not gain any advantage.

The two then returned to the car.

They arrived in Jiangdu City in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

Nanshan Residential Area.

"Be careful on the road!"

Watching the car drive away, Lu Chen adjusted the backpack on her shoulder, turned around, and walked into the residential area.

"Hey, Xiao Chen's back? Where have you been these past few days? I haven't seen you anywhere."

As soon as I entered the residential area, the elderly women who were relaxing downstairs swarmed around me as if they had found a treasure.

"I went out to play for a few days."

"No wonder."

Lu Chen nodded and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Aunt Wang in the crowd grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go.

One second the sky was clear and sunny, the next second thunder and lightning struck and torrential rain poured down.

"Xiao Lu, you've come at the right time. Aunt Wang has something to ask you!"

Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly lowered her body and knelt down directly in front of Lu Chen.

Password!!!
Lu Chen's pupils contracted sharply; he was speechless.

He quickly helped her up, and couldn't help but complain, "Aunt Wang, why don't you just talk things out? What are you doing?!"

Aunt Wang wiped away her tears and nodded repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Xiao Lu, it was Aunt Wang who was too anxious. Here's what happened: yesterday I went to the Sun Family Temple to worship the King of Hell and saw your Uncle Wang."

Then Uncle Wang told me that he was suffering terribly down there. The eerie winds of the underworld chilled him to the bone, and he couldn't compete with the other ghosts for food, so he was always hungry... He hadn't eaten a single bite of underworld food for three days.

At this point, Aunt Wang lost control of her emotions again, tears streaming down her face.

The middle-aged women around also looked sad and sighed.

Aunt Wang gripped Lu Chen's hand tightly, her voice choked with emotion: "Little Lu, Aunt Wang begs you, could you please plead with the King of Hell to give your Uncle Wang a piece of clothing and a bite to eat? Please! Aunt Wang is begging you!!!"

(End of this chapter)