Chapter 397: King's invitation
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Chapter 397: King's invitation
Even after Ye Zhongming had seen many supercities on Earth, he had seen many majestic buildings left from history. When he saw the Posthumous people Imperial City, he was still shocked.
Ye Zhongming couldn’t imagine how long such a backward society took to create such a mountain city.
It was huge!
So far, the densest place he had been to was the Vanban Tribe camp, which already impressed him. But as compared to the Imperial City, it wasn’t much.
Ye Zhongming sat a ‘transport tool’ called Thread Demon Monster Car. It resembled a horse carriage, but the Thread Demon Monster was stronger than horses. Not only were they fast, but their stamina was high, too. The monster dragged him, and a whole bunch protected him. Three days of journey was shortened to just a day.
The servant of the King who accompanied Ye Zhongming was proud. These tamed Demon Monsters could run at full speed for a quarter of a day. They could run continuously for two days if they maintained at 60-70% speed.
This made him interested in these level-three demon monsters. If he got them to Earth, they would be stronger than those Cloud Hooves he still hadn’t hatched.
Of course, he could tell from the servant’s expression that he was proud and impressed with the demon monster, but he was also a little disdainful about his identity.
The Wanderer was strong, but such people were weird.
They were either kicked out of their tribes, had weird personalities that meant they couldn’t live with others, or did something wrong. They were exiled or fled on their own.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
Exiled was the precursor to a Wanderer.
Some Posthumous people left the tribe to cultivate, train themselves in the wilderness, and try to break through. These people were friendly and would help Posthumous people that they met. They were really strong and respected. As time passed, people stopped calling them exiled and called them Wanderers.
But in the hearts of many Posthumous people, Wanderers were still exiled, people who weren’t welcomed by their tribes.
Although Ye Zhongming’s hair was long, it was short compared to the Posthumous people. Such an appearance stood out, so he didn’t respect him.
But Ye Zhongming didn’t care. What he cared about was whether or not he could leave this place. He wanted to save time and not head to the Dawn Saint Hall or the Cursed Abyss.
“Kid of the gods, you are here. Sit. This is King Neal’s tent; no need to be too polite.”
A gentle voice rang out that shocked Ye Zhongming. He saw a middle-aged woman holding a wooden plate. She smiled gently.
This was an expert who was over level six. She also cultivated a secret technique that helped her cover her cultivation level.
Ye Zhongming was certain. If not, he wouldn’t have noticed even though she was so close.
“Haha, Soora, you scared him.”
That middle-aged man laughed and walked over with his hands behind his back.
“I am Neal, your King. Can you tell me your name?”
That name wasn’t wrong. The king of the Posthumous people was all their kings, at least in name; it was like that.
Ye Zhongming bowed. He was a Posthumous person, so he had to follow their customs. He also removed his surname and said Zhongming.
This Neal was a level-seven expert. His aura shocked Ye Zhongming.
Neal looked at his body and then sat down. He told Ye Zhongming to sit and took out a white-grade feather.
“You are not unfamiliar with this as you created it. Can you tell me what technique you used? I am not trying to understand your secret, but I am curious. I asked many people, and no Posthumous person has this ability. No one in history has, too.”
Ye Zhongming was prepared and smiled, “Who was the last Wanderer recorded? But the person who taught me this returned to the gods' embrace 700 days ago.”
The people in the tent were stunned, and they looked like they didn’t understand. The last Wanderer in history disappeared many days ago, right? Who was he referring to?
Neal was silent and played around with the white arrow, “I am not sure about the rules of a Wanderer. But if I invite you, are you willing to join my tribe and become a proud member of the King race?”
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Chapter 397: King's invitation
Even after Ye Zhongming had seen many supercities on Earth, he had seen many majestic buildings left from history. When he saw the Posthumous people Imperial City, he was still shocked.
Ye Zhongming couldn’t imagine how long such a backward society took to create such a mountain city.
It was huge!
So far, the densest place he had been to was the Vanban Tribe camp, which already impressed him. But as compared to the Imperial City, it wasn’t much.
Ye Zhongming sat a ‘transport tool’ called Thread Demon Monster Car. It resembled a horse carriage, but the Thread Demon Monster was stronger than horses. Not only were they fast, but their stamina was high, too. The monster dragged him, and a whole bunch protected him. Three days of journey was shortened to just a day.
The servant of the King who accompanied Ye Zhongming was proud. These tamed Demon Monsters could run at full speed for a quarter of a day. They could run continuously for two days if they maintained at 60-70% speed.
This made him interested in these level-three demon monsters. If he got them to Earth, they would be stronger than those Cloud Hooves he still hadn’t hatched.
Of course, he could tell from the servant’s expression that he was proud and impressed with the demon monster, but he was also a little disdainful about his identity.
The Wanderer was strong, but such people were weird.
They were either kicked out of their tribes, had weird personalities that meant they couldn’t live with others, or did something wrong. They were exiled or fled on their own.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.
Exiled was the precursor to a Wanderer.
Some Posthumous people left the tribe to cultivate, train themselves in the wilderness, and try to break through. These people were friendly and would help Posthumous people that they met. They were really strong and respected. As time passed, people stopped calling them exiled and called them Wanderers.
But in the hearts of many Posthumous people, Wanderers were still exiled, people who weren’t welcomed by their tribes.
Although Ye Zhongming’s hair was long, it was short compared to the Posthumous people. Such an appearance stood out, so he didn’t respect him.
But Ye Zhongming didn’t care. What he cared about was whether or not he could leave this place. He wanted to save time and not head to the Dawn Saint Hall or the Cursed Abyss.
“Kid of the gods, you are here. Sit. This is King Neal’s tent; no need to be too polite.”
A gentle voice rang out that shocked Ye Zhongming. He saw a middle-aged woman holding a wooden plate. She smiled gently.
This was an expert who was over level six. She also cultivated a secret technique that helped her cover her cultivation level.
Ye Zhongming was certain. If not, he wouldn’t have noticed even though she was so close.
“Haha, Soora, you scared him.”
That middle-aged man laughed and walked over with his hands behind his back.
“I am Neal, your King. Can you tell me your name?”
That name wasn’t wrong. The king of the Posthumous people was all their kings, at least in name; it was like that.
Ye Zhongming bowed. He was a Posthumous person, so he had to follow their customs. He also removed his surname and said Zhongming.
This Neal was a level-seven expert. His aura shocked Ye Zhongming.
Neal looked at his body and then sat down. He told Ye Zhongming to sit and took out a white-grade feather.
“You are not unfamiliar with this as you created it. Can you tell me what technique you used? I am not trying to understand your secret, but I am curious. I asked many people, and no Posthumous person has this ability. No one in history has, too.”
Ye Zhongming was prepared and smiled, “Who was the last Wanderer recorded? But the person who taught me this returned to the gods' embrace 700 days ago.”
The people in the tent were stunned, and they looked like they didn’t understand. The last Wanderer in history disappeared many days ago, right? Who was he referring to?
Neal was silent and played around with the white arrow, “I am not sure about the rules of a Wanderer. But if I invite you, are you willing to join my tribe and become a proud member of the King race?”
Chapter 397: King's invitationEven after Ye Zhongming had seen many supercities on Earth, he had seen many majestic buildings left from history. When he saw the Posthumous people Imperial City, he was still shocked.Ye Zhongming couldn't imagine how long such a backward society took to create such a mountain city.It was huge!So far, the densest place he had been to was the Vanban Tribe camp, which already impressed him. But as compared to the Imperial City, it wasn't much.Ye Zhongming sat a transport tool' called Thread Demon Monster Car. It resembled a horse carriage, but the Thread Demon Monster was stronger than horses. Not only were they fast, but their stamina was high, too. The monster dragged him, and a whole bunch protected him. Three days of journey was shortened to just a day.The servant of the King who accompanied Ye Zhongming was proud. These tamed Demon Monsters could run at full speed for a quarter of a day. They could run continuously for two days if they maintained at 60-70% speed.This made him interested in these level-three demon monsters. If he got them to Earth, they would be stronger than those Cloud Hooves he still hadn't hatched.Of course, he could tell from the servant's expression that he was proud and impressed with the demon monster, but he was also a little disdainful about his identity.The Wanderer was strong, but such people were weird.They were either kicked out of their tribes, had weird personalities that meant they couldn't live with others, or did something wrong. They were exiled or fled on their own.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.Exiled was the precursor to a Wanderer.Some Posthumous people left the tribe to cultivate, train themselves in the wilderness, and try to break through. These people were friendly and would help Posthumous people that they met. They were really strong and respected. As time passed, people stopped calling them exiled and called them Wanderers.But in the hearts of many Posthumous people, Wanderers were still exiled, people who weren't welcomed by their tribes.Although Ye Zhongming's hair was long, it was short compared to the Posthumous people. Such an appearance stood out, so he didn't respect him.But Ye Zhongming didn't care. What he cared about was whether or not he could leave this place. He wanted to save time and not head to the Dawn Saint Hall or the Cursed Abyss.Kid of the gods, you are here. Sit. This is King Neal's tent; no need to be too polite.A gentle voice rang out that shocked Ye Zhongming. He saw a middle-aged woman holding a wooden plate. She smiled gently.This was an expert who was over level six. She also cultivated a secret technique that helped her cover her cultivation level.Ye Zhongming was certain. If not, he wouldn't have noticed even though she was so close.Haha, Soora, you scared him.That middle-aged man laughed and walked over with his hands behind his back.I am Neal, your King. Can you tell me your name?That name wasn't wrong. The king of the Posthumous people was all their kings, at least in name; it was like that.Ye Zhongming bowed. He was a Posthumous person, so he had to follow their customs. He also removed his surname and said Zhongming.This Neal was a level-seven expert. His aura shocked Ye Zhongming.Neal looked at his body and then sat down. He told Ye Zhongming to sit and took out a white-grade feather.You are not unfamiliar with this as you created it. Can you tell me what technique you used? I am not trying to understand your secret, but I am curious. I asked many people, and no Posthumous person has this ability. No one in history has, too.Ye Zhongming was prepared and smiled, Who was the last Wanderer recorded? But the person who taught me this returned to the gods' embrace 700 days ago.The people in the tent were stunned, and they looked like they didn't understand. The last Wanderer in history disappeared many days ago, right? Who was he referring to?Neal was silent and played around with the white arrow, I am not sure about the rules of a Wanderer. But if I invite you, are you willing to join my tribe and become a proud member of the King race?
