Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts-Chapter 5927 Lu Zhongshi

Long Chen asked, “Is that deacon not used to speaking with others?”

The attendant couldn’t help but grin. She explained, “Our deacon is only in charge of internal affairs, you see. He’s rather... introverted. Things have been hectic lately, and most of our higher-ups are out. Since it would be disrespectful for someone of lower rank to receive you, the deacon had no choice but to come personally.”

Long Chen chuckled, and so did the attendant. He said warmly, “May the Wealth God’s light shine on you for eternity.”

“And may the Wealth God’s light shine on you as well!” the attendant responded with a bow before taking her leave.

Left alone, Long Chen sipped his tea and gazed through the crystalline windows at the bustling city below. A sudden wave of sorrow washed over him.

Under the Wealth God’s blessing, even those who weren’t strong or socially adept could lead peaceful lives here.

Meanwhile, the Undying race—despite years of bitter cultivation—had seen their homeland reduced to ruins overnight. Their disciples were now scattered orphans.

The people living in the city might have their own struggles just like mortals, but they never had to worry about their lives.

The light here allowed them to never see the darker side of the world. They never had to see how bloody the battlefields were... or feel that heart-rending pain.

Long Chen sighed. Even someone as powerful as Liu Changtian had failed to shield the Undying race from such a fate. When the storm came, even the strongest walls collapsed.

“Things have been too easy-going for me lately,” Long Chen muttered with a bitter smile.

His recent journey had been smooth—perhaps deceptively so. With his rising power, he had even slain the Silver Hair Void Crusher, giving him a false sense of invincibility.

But reality hit hard.

Though both the Silver Hair Void Crusher and Long Can were members of the Eight Great Divine Commanders, their power was not comparable. The Silver Hair Void Crusher was nothing more than a fart in front of Long Can.

In truth, the Silver Hair Void Crusher had simply not increased his realm for many years, awaiting the world's recovery and the return of its laws. After that process, he would merge with his divine throne and become a true Divine Commander. But he failed to do so.

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After killing him, Long Chen had briefly thought the Eight Great Divine Commanders weren’t so fearsome. But Long Can had delivered a harsh lesson, teaching him just how big the gap was between him and the real Divine Commanders.

Long Chen had thrown out nearly every trump card he had in that fight and was still utterly crushed. The only technique he hadn’t used was his Purgatory Eyes. In any case, his Spiritual Strength had been completely exhausted by then, giving him no chance to use the eye technique.

Long Chen’s spiritual strength was like a boundless sea—nearly limitless. But in that battle, he had depleted his astral energy, dragon blood energy, violet blood, and even his seven-colored Supreme Blood in rapid succession, unleashing one powerful move after another. Not even his Spiritual Strength could keep up with all that.

In the end, Long Chen couldn’t use the Purgatory Eyes. He’d even considered summoning the white-robed Long Chen. But since that figure had helped him defeat Zhu Yin—the heart-devil of the Primal Chaos Dragon Sovereign, he hadn’t seen him in the purgatory world again.

Perhaps he was still recovering from Zhu Yin’s curse. Or maybe he had sensed Long Chen watching and gone into hiding.

However, even though the white-robed Long Chen was powerful and perhaps was capable of critically injuring a Sovereign Lord if he caught them off-guard, actually killing one would be almost impossible.

Besides, there had been three Sovereign Lords present. Even with that trump card, victory would have been impossible. It was a hard truth: no clever scheme could bridge an absolute gap in power.

Long Chen had replayed that battle countless times in his mind. No matter how he analyzed it, the outcome would have been the same. His strength and trump cards simply weren’t enough.

This battle had been a wake-up call for Long Chen. He couldn’t rely on others. He had to grow stronger—strong enough to protect everyone he cared about. Otherwise, they would all be destroyed by Lord Brahma. Liu Changtian’s fate could easily become his own.

But before anything else, he needed to recover. He had burned himself out completely. The primal chaos space was lifeless, and even after all these days, it remained in a weakened state.

Without the primal chaos space’s support, Long Chen’s recovery rate would be pitifully slow. There was no way around it. The powers within his body were too many and too demanding. Relying on medicinal pills alone yielded only marginal results.

At this pace, it would take at least two months to fully recover—and he didn’t have two months to spare.

Just as Long Chen was thinking, a refined elder walked in. This person was the head manager of this branch, Lu Zhongshi.

“Sorry for making you wait,” Lu Zhongshi said.

It was a simple name, one that reflected his simple appearance. But he gave off a very cultured air. His smile was like the morning sun, warm but not hot. It was a smile that instantly drew people to him and made them trust him.

Long Chen hastily rose to greet him. After a brief exchange of introductions, Long Chen got straight to the point.

“Senior, I need demonic beast corpses. The stronger, the better. If possible, I want ones at the level of Sovereign Lords.”