The Divine Martial Stars

Chapter 1037 Substitution

When hearing that, Li Mu found it was different from what he had imagined.

“With the Old Fish Spirit as your protector and this dog, you should be satisfied.” Zhong Dajun said, “The Four Symbols are born at the right time. Some of them have thicker luck, while some have thinner luck. However, the conditions for the birth of the Four Symbols are harsh, and they can’t be improved by external forces. Otherwise, they will be punished. This is also the reason why the three clowns rarely help you and won’t help the other candidates. Only when you naturally grow up can you be one of the Four Symbols.”

Li Mu took a sip of the red wine.

Why did it look like he was being raised like a venomous insect?

But when he thought about it carefully, these words didn’t seem right. He had seen Ding Hao, the Imperator of Blades, wipe out a doppelganger of the Great Emperor Void. Hadn’t he directly helped Li Mu?

Li Mu voiced his doubts.

“Of course not. Ding Hao did it for his own direct disciple but not to save you.” Zhong Dajun pointed out unceremoniously.

Li Mu said, “Shiyu is one of my friends. The Imperator of Blades has taken her as his disciple. It seems he has already gotten involved in my growth, right?”

Zhong Dajun said, “You can also cheat in the exam.”

Li Mu was speechless.

Sure enough, Zhong Dajun was a bad student who hadn’t graduated from junior high school. He was so self-righteous even if talking about cheating.

Zhong Dajun drank up three bottles of red wine, each bottle worth more than one million dollars, in one go and said, “So, your current strength is still a little low. You’d better hurry up and cultivate. The Old Fish Spirit is too unreliable to be a protector. He often makes mistakes in his own affairs, let alone teaching his disciples. He often does some messy things, such as saving the earth. It will waste your time. You should go back to the Battlefield of Chaos to cultivate hard. I have a suggestion. You should establish a Holy Land in the Battlefield of Chaos and work hard to achieve this goal. One day, when your Holy Land stands firm in the Battlefield of Chaos, you’ll be qualified to see the three clowns.”

Li Mu looked in the direction of the meditation room and said, “Aren’t you afraid of being beaten by saying that?”

Zhong Dajun said proudly, “I’m not afraid of him at all. When he followed Ye Qingyu, the Divine Emperor, to fight throughout the world, I once met him. Ha… We were both hatchet men under the big shots. He failed to achieve the Way in that era, so he came to borrow some luck from you. He’s just an outsider, but I’m different. I’m from Earth. He can’t defeat me now.”

“So confident?”

Li Mu thought more highly of Zhong Dajun.

Zhong Dajun had seen how the old faker defeated the Great Emperor Chaos. But now, he still dared to be so arrogant in Randeng Temple. Could it be that the strength of the bad student was superior to that of the old faker?

Li Mu looked in the direction of the meditation room again.

He believed that if the old faker was not dead, he must have heard Zhong Dajun’s words. The old faker was vindictive. He would hold a grudge against the others for decades even though he had only lost 50 cents in playing mahjong. He had not refuted or secretly punished Zhong Dajun. Could it be that Zhong Dajun’s words were true?

“Hey! Do you understand now?” Zhong Dajun said proudly, “My strength is not as low as you thought. In the past, I went time-traveling to the Azeroth Continent and accidentally became the Pontifex of the Orc Race. Later, I fell into the Battlefield of Chaos. The real indigenous people of the Battlefield of Chaos are the beasts of Antiquity. However, they were bullied and enslaved by outsiders, such as the Human Clan, the devil races, the Heavenly Devils, and the Feather Clan. I saved several beasts. However, I was jointly hunted down by various major races. Therefore, I set up a flag and established the Beast Race and went against the Human Clan, the devil races, the Feather Clan, and the Heavenly Devils. The Human Clan had ten Holy Lands, and the devil races had eight major races. However, they had to admit the status of the Orc Race. Now, who in the Battlefield of Chaos dares to kill the orcs in a flagrant way? How did I get the status? Of course, I defeated the races and let them lower their heads.”

What he said seemed to make sense.

Li Mu suddenly felt a little stressed.

Not to mention the other races in the Battlefield of Chaos, the Human Clan alone had ten Holy Lands. Each Holy Land had at least an inheritance and an expert of the Way of Emperor. If each Holy Land had a martial art emperor, there were ten emperors in total in the Human Clan. The other races that could be a match for the Human Clan had more than 20 martial art emperors. If what Zhong Dajun said was true, it meant that he had fought dozens of martial art emperors before, which meant that his cultivation and combat capability were above those of the old faker.

In this way, Li Mu felt his scalp a little numb.

Zhong Dajun said with a smile, “You don’t have to be nervous. You will be a big shot and more powerful than me in the future. I have no ambition in my life. I just want to eat, drink, and have fun. When the war comes, I will follow my boss and cheer. Ha… You have a heavy burden on your shoulders.”

“That’s not right. As a follower, shouldn’t you bear more and enjoy less? Shouldn’t you fight for your boss and take the blame for him?” Li Mu asked back.

Zhong Dajun was stunned. “Fuck! Your idea is really dangerous. No wonder you don’t have many followers now. Even that silly dog has followed me shamelessly. A boss like you will be hacked to death by your followers sooner or later.”

Li Mu suddenly had the impulse to kill the Samoyed bog and eat the dog meat hot pot.

“Can this silly dog be an example?”

“Of course, it’s not your fault.” Zhong Dajun added, “That bastard Sun Fei had become the Chieftain through time-traveling. Ding Hao joined a big sect and picked up the daughter of the Grand Master. Ye Qingyu has reincarnated for hundreds of generations and left means to the descendants. Your luck can’t compare with theirs. To be honest, you’re really miserable. You met an unreliable fish and a more unreliable dog. Moreover, you have been born 14 years earlier.”

“Huh?” Li Mu asked, “What do you mean?”

Zhong Dajun was slightly stunned. “Don’t you know it? At that time…”

“Ahem…” Suddenly, there came a cough from the meditation room. Then the old faker pushed the door open and came out, saying, “I’m hungry. Is the meal ready yet?”

“Yes,” Wang Shiyu said loudly.

A tempting fragrance wafted out.

“Don’t talk nonsense, the man raising pigs. Be careful not to ruin your mouth.” The old faker stared at Zhong Dajun angrily and said, “You shouldn’t talk nonsense. Emperor Azeroth will seal your mouth later.”

Zhong Dajun was furious. “You are the one who raises pigs. Your whole family raises pigs. I am the High Chieftain of the Beast.”

“Wait a minute.” Li Mu pointed at the old faker and said seriously, “He had been raising me before I turned fourteen, but I’m not a pig.”

Zhong Dajun was speechless.

The old faker chuckled and said, “The High Chieftain of the Beast keeps pigs and dogs to play with. Be careful with your words. Don’t talk nonsense. Otherwise, you won’t be able to hide when the news spreads there.”

Zhong Dajun said with a cold smile, “What do you mean? You don’t want to tell others your embarrassing story, right? Hey, forget it. Forget it.” It seemed the High Chieftain of the Beast, who had bragged for a long time, was frightened by the old faker.

The old faker sneered and said, “To be honest, if you weren’t the follower of Emperor Azeroth, you wouldn’t have lived more than a thousand chapters. I would have smashed you a long time ago.”

Zhong Dajun also sneered. “To tell you the truth, if you weren’t a follower of the Divine Emperor, how could you have come to the earth to divide your luck and benefit from it?”

“Humph!”

Finally, both of them snorted haughtily and twisted their necks in opposite directions.

Li Mu was suddenly speechless.

Both of them were the same.

“Come and eat.”

Wang Shiyu said with a sense of accomplishment. She removed the tactical deployment she had set up before. The ten-meter-long green jade dining table in the yard of Randeng Temple was full of all kinds of delicious food, all of which were steaming and made by gourmet masters.

Several orcs stood aside like javelins, and they were all experts with terrifying auras.

“Woof.” The silly Samoyed dog was the first to rush over.

The eyes of the old faker brightened. “It smells so good!”

“Don’t eat the delicious food made by my people if you have the guts.” Zhong Dajun also rushed over.

“My disciple’s wife also helped.” The old faker refuted.

Wang Shiyu suddenly blushed.

Li Mu also wanted to eat. He laughed and rushed to the table, saying, “It’s too tempting. I will be sorry if I don’t eat it. Shiyu, don’t just stand there.”

They ate quickly and wolfed down all the food.

The experts of the Human Clan seemed to be used to it, looking steadily forward.

After a while, the cups and plates on the big table made of green jade were in a mess, and all the food was gone. Zhong Dajun, the old faker, Li Mu, and Wang Shiyu were all lying on the chairs, touching their stomachs with satisfaction. They were enjoying themselves.

“I’m leaving. Think about what I told you before.” Zhong Dajun stood up with a burp and winked at Li Mu.

Li Mu was stunned and immediately realized what Zhong Dajun meant.

The bad student had said much before. Apart from the bragging part, there were only two points in the content. Firstly, Li Mu should establish his own Holy Land after returning to the Battlefield of Chaos. Secondly, Li Mu should have more people under his command.

Li Mu got these two points.

He had friends on Earth, the Heavenly Land Planet, the Brilliance Immortal Star Region, the Ziwei Star Zone, and even the Battlefield of Chaos. However, he did not have any truly powerful subordinates. He had supported Taibai City, White Emperor City, and Taibai Empire on his own. But it was not simple to establish a Holy Land.

The other three big shots in the universe had also experienced these things.

This was an experience and good advice.

“Okay.” Li Mu nodded with a smile.

Zhong Dajun looked at the old faker again and said, “It’s time for you to go to the Battlefield of Chaos.”

While picking his teeth, the old faker said, “For the sake of this delicious meal, I’ll help you on duty for a period of time. The earth may not be stable. Don’t make any mistakes, or you’ll know the price.”

Zhong Dajun hummed and said, “I don’t need you to tell me.”

He pointed to Li Mu and said to the experts of the Beast Race, “You can ask him for help in the future. Go back first.”

The silly dog jumped up and said, “What about me?”

The old faker said directly, “Go back with me and guard the Beast Race.”

The Samoyed dog thought for a moment and gladly accepted it.

“Ha… I’m free.” Zhong Dajun laughed wildly and rushed out of Randeng Temple like a wild dog, full of yearning for freedom.

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