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Chapter 397: King\'s invitation

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.

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.

Next were the demon crystals.

He had a bunch of riches that could make any survivor on Earth crazy.

Sixty thousand level-three demon crystals! 40 thousand level-four! 20 thousand level five! A thousand level-six! 200 level-seven! Four level-eight demon crystals!

Ye Zhongming didn’t even want level-one crystals. Level two were used as consumption items to recover mental energy, so few remained. The Posthumous people had an endless amount of such crystals, but they just provided the amount he needed to consume.

The space item naturally couldn’t fit so many crystals, so he placed them in two big beast leather bags that were placed by his legs.

After passing the tall city gate, Ye Zhongming was attracted by the numerous lamps. There were still white birds circling above. Some Posthumous people stood on their bodies and poured the unknown oil into those lamps. It caused those lamps that dimmed to light up once more.

“Those are Hundred Vulture Demon Monsters. They will become gentle as long as you capture and pierce their eyes. Feed them, and they will listen to you. Unfortunately, they aren’t quick and can’t see. If not, they could be nurtured into battle demon monsters.”

The servant saw Ye Zhongming look at the top of the mountain and explained.

Ye Zhongming nodded. The Imperial City was amazing. It was much stronger than Ah Tao, Grey Mountain, and even the Vanban Tribe. Just demon monster taming alone was not something other places could compare to.

The King who wanted to meet Ye Zhongming was Neal. Ye Zhongming had heard the name before. Ah Tao said that he was the fairest. Although this was also something that Ah Tao had heard, for a small tribe so far away to hear that he was fair, at least it could explain some things. It was better to come into contact with this king than anyone else.

The streets of the Imperial City were wide, and the sky wasn’t so stuffy. There wasn’t the stench of excrement in the mountain. This made him curious about their facilities. He didn’t know whether or not humans could do better than these people if they built a city in the mountains.

The Thread Demon Monster dashed into the city and headed to a region. There were many white tents here, and many Posthumous people in grey armor walked around. When they heard the demon monsters, they turned to look.

When the carriage stopped near a huge tent, the servant asked Ye Zhongming to get off and led him in.

It was lit, and six to seven people were seated around. There was a giant map. Although its way of marking was different from Earth, Ye Zhongming could tell that it was the map of the entire Posthumous people\'s territory.

Many people turned to look at the servant. They then looked at Ye Zhongming’s body.

The middle-aged man in the middle wore a cloth shirt that was a little rough. But to them, this was a very luxurious piece of clothing.

“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?”