Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

Peace Office.

Ding ding ding ding....

All five of their phones simultaneously beeped with message notifications.

The group turned on their phones.

The photos inside looked like ruins.

Wu Xiangnan also included his warm greetings to Zhao Kongcheng.

"Damn it, Lao Zhao, you just wait! Your uncle spent 100,000 yuan on a meal at a restaurant, so you have to pay at least 50,000 yuan back!"

Following closely behind were countless angry expressions.

"Hahahaha." Hongying laughed wildly after reading the message in the group chat. "The vice-captain asked, 'Is this how everyone in your Zhao family is?'"

The others also turned on their phones, then quietly turned them off, and then they all burst into laughter.

Just as the group was about to continue their rant, the door to the room opened.

A man wearing a dark red cloak walked in, his face still stained with blood, his legs feeling like lead, his steps heavy.

Upon seeing the man, everyone, including Zhao Kongcheng, stood up.

"team leader!"

"Captain, are you okay?"

The captain waved his hand, took off his blood-stained cloak, and sat down on the stool by the door. His brows were furrowed, and he looked exhausted.

"I'm fine, but... the Ghost-Faced King has escaped."

The expressions on their faces immediately turned serious.

The captain continued, "Old Zhao, don't worry. I'll cover the 100,000. Bring your uncle over tomorrow; I want to meet him."

"Yes!" Zhao Kongcheng shouted.

Thinking about how my uncle dared to provoke the deputy captain like that, I'm sure he'll get what's coming to him when he gets home tonight...

A car is driving on the highway.

In the car, Wu Xiangnan looked at Zhao Wentian in the passenger seat, who was holding ten packs of cigarettes and two bottles of Moutai.

His lips twitched, mainly because the seemingly harmless boy beside him was a bit...perverted.

On the surface, he only appears to be at the Zhan Realm level, but once he picks up that broken sword, he immediately reaches a level comparable to or above the Chuan Realm.

"Judging from your appearance, you don't seem like someone who has just awakened the Divine Ruins. But if you don't want to talk about your Divine Ruins, I won't ask any more questions. Everyone has their own secrets."

Wu Xiangnan held the steering wheel with one hand and stroked a small tuft of beard on his chin with the other.

His conversation changed.

"Are you really sure? You want to join the Night's Watch?"

“I’ve already said it, if my nephew can join, why can’t he?”

Wu Xiangnan was surprised by Zhao Wentian's decisiveness.

To his surprise, Zhao Wentian agreed so readily.

Wu Xiangnan asked again, "Why?"

"I want to slay the god!"

Zhao Wentian's expression was very serious when he said this.

Staying among the Night's Watch allows you to kill more monsters and more enemies with forbidden ruins.

Although I've only watched ten episodes of the anime "Kamikaze," I can already tell that this world is dangerous.

Only by continuously strengthening oneself can one rapidly improve one's bloodline.

Only by possessing the power of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor can one truly survive.

However, if this story is to continue...

The blind man must join the Night's Watch, and to join the Night's Watch, he must sacrifice his nephew, Zhao Kongcheng.

The direct reason why the blind man chose to join the Night's Watch was the death of Zhao Kongcheng.

It's hard to imagine how much weight that kind of death would carry in Lin Qiye's heart.

Relying on our current strength is clearly not enough.

Zhao Wentian carefully searched his mind, trying to find out which of the Desolate Emperor's abilities could bring the dead back to life.

Or perhaps, there is some ability that can turn back time.

Or rather, is there any ability that can make a person's physical body immortal and give birth to intelligence?

In truth, this nephew deserved to die. But the most hateful one should be Sanjiu... if only he hadn't gone into the God-Slaying Pit.

Once you enter the realm of Godslayers, you sever all ties with the mortal world.

Zhao Kongcheng was her only relative in this world. Although she still had Zhao Zhengbin, he was so young and had lost his father. It was so pitiful.

Wu Xiangnan also had his own considerations regarding Zhao Wentian.

He is Zhao Kongcheng's uncle, which means he is at least a clean person.

As long as you join sincerely, that's a good thing.

"However, we still need to discuss your joining the Night's Watch with the captain tomorrow. So go back and get some rest."

Let's discuss it with Lao Zhao. He'll take you to see our captain after you wake up tomorrow.

You must understand what the Night's Watch represents. It's not a place where you can come and go as you please; it represents responsibility!

As Wu Xiangnan spoke these words, his sharp, hawk-like gaze remained fixed on Zhao Wentian's eyes.

It was as if one wanted to see through his eyes to understand his deepest, truest thoughts.

He deliberately allowed the other party ample time to think things through.

They were afraid that Zhao Wentian might make a hasty decision driven by a momentary passion.

After all, becoming a Night's Watchman doesn't just mean enjoying generous benefits; it also comes with extremely high risks.

However, none of this is actually the key point.

What is truly crucial?

That is to become the person who can shoulder the heavy responsibility of the future of the entire Great Xia!

"I will discuss this matter carefully with Zhao Kongcheng." Zhao Wentian nodded slightly to indicate that he understood.

He then turned his gaze to the car window, reached out and opened a pack of cigarettes beside him, taking one out.

He slowly brought the cigarette to his nose, took a gentle sniff, and muttered to himself, "You get what you pay for; there's a reason why it's expensive!"

This seemingly ordinary statement appears to contain a hidden meaning.

Wu Xiangnan, who was standing nearby, keenly sensed that this energetic young man's mind was far from being as simple and naive as he appeared.

On the contrary, he is very likely a man of deep secrets and cunning.

Just then, the vehicle came to a smooth stop at the entrance of a residential complex near the edge of the old town.

Zhao Kongcheng had been sitting quietly in the security room waiting.

When he saw Wu Xiangnan's car approaching, he couldn't wait to stand up and shout from afar, "Vice Captain, thank you so much!"

As the vehicle slowly came to a stop, Zhao Wentian opened the door, got out, and waved goodbye to Wu Xiangnan with a smile.

His hands were full of various items; one hand held a bag of cigarettes, while the other tightly clutched two bottles of expensive Moutai liquor.

He excitedly held these treasures high above his head and strode straight toward Zhao Kongcheng.

Just then, an elderly man in a neat uniform walked out of the security room, a warm smile on his face, and said, "Oh, Old Zhao is back!"

Zhao Wentian was in a particularly good mood when he saw this acquaintance. He casually pulled out two packs of cigarettes from the bag full of gifts and threw them at the security guard with the precision of a dart.

The old security guard beamed with joy after receiving the cigarette, muttering, "Oh my, Old Zhao is really a good friend after all!"

"Look at your son, Zhao. I've been standing guard here for most of the day, and all he offered me was a cigarette to get rid of me."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Kongcheng's eyes widened, and he glared fiercely at the security guard, scolding him irritably, "Hey Lao Deng, why is your mouth so unpleasant? If you can't speak properly, then shut up. Nobody thinks you're mute!"

After saying that, he turned away angrily, ignoring the talkative fellow.

Back home, Zhao Wentian went to his bedroom and closed his eyes.

They soon appeared in that mysterious space.

Looking up at the huge stone tablet, the bloodline purity was now displayed as 10.1%.

With a thought, a giant spinning wheel appeared before him.

It turns out that the turntable was triggered even before the threshold of 5% was reached.

He turned it gently, and the turntable spun for a long time.

Ultimately, it fell between the "Immortal Sutra" and the "Great Dharma of Other-Transformation," swinging back and forth...