Chapter 115 Complaining to the Queen

"Chen Lang, stop right there."

The Western leader saw that Chen Lang was about to leave and shouted at him.

Chen Lang turned around suddenly with murderous intent on his face.

The Western leader was stunned for a moment. The murderous aura was too strong and not concealed at all. It seemed that if his cultivation was not enough, he would have been killed with just a wave of his hand.

He suddenly forgot what he was going to say.

However, recalling what happened at the Yanxi Mine, he instantly became alert, holding the communication bead in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"I am your superior, do you want to rebel?"

Chen Lang ignored him and said, "Don't take chicken feathers as a token of authority. Do you think you are the only one who has it?"

He has a foundation-building dematerialization device, so it's easy to kill this guy. Superior? I'm going to kill my superior.

The problem is that this can't solve the problem. If he is killed, the Southern Leader can parachute in another one to deal with him. He believes that the life of the Western Leader is not worth a dematerialization device.

Then he asked directly:
"Let me ask you, are you here to raise a banner, or are you here to stop me from raising a banner?"

The Western leader said, "Of course I am here to supervise you raising the banner."

"Then why do you keep tripping me up by not giving me a good flag or a formation to control the flag? Now I want a faster way to grow the flag, and you want to stop me too?
I am working for the Pingtian Sect, but you are suppressing me. Tell me, are you a spy from some sect who has infiltrated the Pingtian Sect, trying to sabotage the Empress's plan?" Chen Lang asked coldly.

"you"

The Western leader is furious. I was ordered to supervise you, but now you are being loyal to me?
Are you so fast at this? Without a leader-level position, you don't have this kind of awareness. I am really ashamed of myself.

Of course, he didn't believe it, and said to Chen Lang:

"After all, you are new here. There is a rule in my Pingtian Sect that you must kill people yourself to be considered a member of my Pingtian Sect.

Otherwise, will you run away one day, leaving yourself a way out, retire, and then come back to deal with us?
The reason you are asked to come here to raise the banner is not for those dead souls, but this is a test of your mentality by the organization!"

"So that's what it meant."

Chen Lang suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will go to Qingmu Sect to carry out the mission by myself, which does not violate the test."

"I cannot make any decision on my own without Her Majesty's permission." The Western leader said in a cold and stern tone.

"Then please come out, Madam."

“I don’t have that authority.”

"Okay, I'll come and invite you myself."

"Who do you think you are? After seeing you once, the Queen can't recognize her own identity? Is the Queen someone you can see whenever you want?"

Chen Lang ignored him, took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, exerted his mental power, and began to destroy the soul imprint inside.

He had studied it a long time ago and found out that the soul imprint of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner has two levels. One level belongs to the person holding the banner, who can control the souls of the dead, while the deeper level belongs to the Empress and may be a layer of insurance to prevent it from being taken away by outsiders.

He now wiped off both layers vigorously.

It was smooth to erase his soul imprint, but when he went deeper inside, he felt a resistance. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner began to smoke, and some dead souls were annihilated.

Gradually, a face appeared in the fog.

"Your Majesty, please come out." Chen Lang said.

The faces of the other people who were raising the flags changed. Chen Lang was so bold that he dared to openly destroy the Ten Thousand Souls Flag.

"If you damage this banner, not only will you not get any credit, but you will also be guilty of a greater crime," the Western leader warned.

Chen Lang ignored it and continued to erase the brand. Finally, after a few breaths, a pair of eyes opened and looked over through the transparent mist.

A powerful soul force covers the surroundings.

"I've met my empress."

The Western leader knelt on one knee, "Someone disturbed me and failed to stop me. Please forgive me, Madam."

The other people who were raising banners also fell to the ground, bowed their heads and said nothing.

Chen Lang pointed at the Western leader and said, "My Lady, I have discovered a traitor who has second thoughts about the Pingtian Sect. I suggest that he be killed."

"I'm not."

The Western leader hurriedly explained, "I was ordered by the Southern leader to take him to raise the flag, but he did not obey the order."

He briefly explained what happened.

"Is that all?" the Queen asked.

"Yes."

Chen Lang said, "They saw that I was talented and were afraid that I would be above them, so they kept trying to suppress me. Your Majesty, you had your reasons for taking me in, but they went against your will. If this isn't a traitor, what is it?"

The owner of the pink flag lowered his head, his mouth twitching slightly. He had been in the Pingtian Sect for several years, and this was indeed the first time he had seen such a shameless person.

"Do you know how I handled this kind of thing before?" a voice came from the fog.

"How to deal with it?"

"Kill you all." Good guy, just kill the person who raised the problem? Chen Lang didn't care, pointing at the Western leader, "Good suggestion, let the leader go first."

The Western leader was shocked, cold sweat pouring down his face:

"Your Majesty! I am innocent! I tried my best to dissuade him from disturbing you, but he didn't listen and insisted on disturbing you by destroying the flags."

"Your name is Chen Lang, right?" The Queen ignored him and asked.

"Yes."

"Well, Chen Lang, you heard it carefully."

The queen's voice was very calm and emotionless. "I asked you to come here to solve the problem of Yang Fan, not to raise the problem. If you can't even solve this little trouble, what use is there for me to have you? Go find a place to end it all by yourself."

"Give me freedom and don't assign anyone to control me. I have a way to support you." Chen Lang said.

"If you can raise 10,000 souls, I will make you the leader and give you freedom."

"Okay, it's a deal." But Chen Lang pointed at the Western leader, "But he must be dealt with first, otherwise I can't act."

The eyes in the mist looked towards the Western Leader.

"My queen, I will do whatever you say." The Western leader said with a stiff upper lip.

"Let him figure it out for himself," said the queen.

"Yes."

The red mist disappeared and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner returned to calm.

In an instant, the Western leader collapsed to the ground, almost exhausted, his clothes on the back were soaked, and his forehead was covered with sweat, which dripped down his hair.

The owner of the pink banner glanced at Chen Lang and sighed in his heart. This guy really has a very good psychological quality. If he knew the Queen's usual style, I wonder if he would dare to summon her in this way.

"How about it? Is there anything else you want to say?" Chen Lang asked with a smile.

The Western leader stood up, brushed off the dust on his pants, and his expression returned to indifference, "Go away, do whatever you want."

Anyway, I don’t care anymore.

……

A large group of people from the Aoki clan are retreating.

After seeing Chen Lang's methods, they were devastated. After retreating, they decided to withdraw to the sect immediately.

Suddenly, someone stopped. It was the fat monk.

"Brother Huitong, what's wrong?" the person next to him asked.

"You go first." said the fat monk.

After everyone else left, a figure appeared on the tree in front. It was Chen Lang.

"What do you want to do?" the fat monk looked up and asked.

"I want something."

"what?"

"Your magical power to liberate the souls of the dead."

The fat monk breathed a sigh of relief and quietly loosened the mace he was holding behind his back.

If they just want something, then just give it to them. What he fears most is that Chen Lang will go back on his word and kill them.

This guy's methods are so terrible. Even though they are in large numbers, if he really starts fighting, they will all die in the wilderness.

Previously they still had some fighting spirit and were ready to fight to the death, but as they began to escape, all their momentum was gone. Once the other side started a fight again, these people would be completely defenseless.

"I give you."

As if afraid that Chen Lang would go back on his word, the fat monk took out a golden statue of a smiling Buddha and threw it to Chen Lang.

“This is a secret method I learned when I became a monk. It was originally used to help people with funerals and to help souls to be liberated.

But later I accidentally discovered that it has a restraining effect on the dead souls of the Pingtian Sect, but other than that, it has no other power because it is not a lethal magical power. "

"That's enough." Chen Lang looked at the Buddha statue. "How do I use it?"

“Contemplation, the divine charm is in it.”

"Okay." Chen Lang felt that there was indeed something mysterious in the Buddha statue. He put it away for the time being and said:

"I have another question for you."

"You said."

Chen Lang stared at him and said, "Tell me about the young talents in your Qingmu Sect."

……

(End of this chapter)