The Dark Church has its foundations, and the Skeleton Guild has its foundations.
My apologies, Wenlan City does not...
The Monster Beasts Legion is nominally the weakest faction, and Chen Fan had not expected that the Monster Beasts Legion would also possess hidden strengths that had not been revealed.
"He knows about the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons?" A glimmer of hope, Chen Fan was somewhat excited.
"Mm."
Madam Howard nodded affirmatively, "But that individual... rarely speaks."
There is no such thing as a selfless offering in the world. Chen Fan retorted, "What do you want?"
Madam Howard stated directly, "I want a promise from the City Lord."
"Hm?"
Chen Fan did not understand, "What kind of promise."
"If, one day, the City Lord can retrieve the soul fragments, help me revive someone."
"..."
Chen Fan pondered for a moment, "Your husband?"
"Yes."
"I cannot guarantee that I will be able to do it in the future," Chen Fan did not want to lie.
"It's alright."
Madam Howard smiled charmingly, "It's just a promise. What if... what if the City Lord can do it later?"
"Good."
This time, Chen Fan did not hesitate.
Everything that needed to be said had been said.
Since the other party insisted, Chen Fan agreed.
Madam Howard's face bloomed with a smile, "Since the City Lord has agreed, when will you accompany me to meet that senior?"
"Now."
Chen Fan could not wait.
He desperately needed news of the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons.
"Follow me."
Following Madam Howard, they weaved through the chaotic city.
The clamor and war outside had not affected Wenlan City.
In this city, everything was operating freely. Vehicles flowed ceaselessly on the streets, and street vendors sold snacks...
A city, a free city.
It felt as though even the air of this city was fresher than elsewhere.
...
The encampment of the Monster Beasts Legion was not within the city.
Because they had brought too many refugees from the Southern Region, Wenlan City simply could not accommodate them all. Thus, they had been dispersed and integrated into the vast Eastern Region.
The Monster Beasts Legion was also numerous. Without Chen Fan's permission, ordinary people dared not enter the city lightly, lest they cause a disturbance.
Chen Fan's arrival caused the Monster Beasts Legion to become solemn.
Lord Howard himself led Chen Fan to a large tent within the ranks.
Inside the tent, there was no one.
"Where is he?"
Chen Fan was puzzled. Why were they here?
Madam Howard smiled faintly, "Senior, please show yourself."
*Whoosh!*
A gentle breeze swept through the tent.
"Hm?"
Chen Fan's eyebrows shot up.
The sound of wings beating.
His eyes lit up. In front of him, a spectral butterfly appeared.
That's right, a butterfly, existing in the form of a soul.
"Senior."
Madam Howard bowed respectfully, seemingly showing great deference to the butterfly.
"Why have you summoned me?"
The butterfly did not speak, but mental waves emanated from it.
Both Chen Fan and Madam Howard could clearly understand the mental waves.
"Senior, this is the City Lord of Wenlan City. He has something he wishes to ask you."
The butterfly did not move, but Chen Fan felt its gaze fall upon him.
For some reason, Chen Fan felt a pang of nervousness.
To make a Supreme being feel nervous, this butterfly was unimaginably powerful.
*Buzz.*
The butterfly's silhouette began to fade.
Before coming, Madam Howard had said that this senior she spoke of, did not like to talk much.
Now, it seemed to be true.
The butterfly had only exchanged two sentences with Madam Howard, and had not acknowledged Chen Fan at all.
"Senior."
Chen Fan grew anxious and quickly spoke.
Madam Howard had said that this being might know something.
No matter what, he could not let this opportunity slip away.
Even if it meant addressing a butterfly as senior, Chen Fan accepted it. "Please wait a moment..."
The butterfly's fading speed did not change.
"Senior, it's like this. As long as you can tell me news of the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons, you can name any price." Chen Fan was truly desperate.
If it were in another place, Chen Fan might have lost his temper.
Regarding the news of the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons, he would not let it go for any reason.
The butterfly was powerful, but so what?
He didn't care.
What he cared about was only the news of the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons.
*Chirp.*
The butterfly's fading speed actually stopped.
In Chen Fan's perception, he felt the butterfly's gaze upon him again, and mental waves entered his ears, "Why are you looking for the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons?"
It knew about the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons... Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good that there was something to discuss.
"I am looking for the White Bone Forest, one of the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons. He might know about Wuji." Chen Fan said urgently.
"Oh, you know of Wuji as well?"
The butterfly was even more surprised. "Human, the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons, and the Supreme Wuji, are not things you can inquire about. For the sake of little Huo, I will pretend I did not hear what you said today. Leave, and never inquire about matters beyond your reach."
This was a warning from the butterfly.
"Senior."
Chen Fan was unwilling to give up. "As long as you can tell me news of the White Bone Forest, anything I can do, you name it, and it's yours."
"Heh heh."
Chen Fan heard the butterfly's disdainful laughter, "Junior, do you know what my cultivation was before I fell?"
"..."
He didn't know.
Chen Fan did not say it, but he was certain that the butterfly must have been incredibly powerful in life.
Otherwise, how could its soul alone give him such a prickling sensation?
"Forget it."
The butterfly did not wish to speak. "You can do nothing."
Its tone was somewhat dejected, as if full of unspoken thoughts.
"Senior."
Chen Fan seemed a bit ungrateful. His aura surged, "I hope you can tell me news of the White Bone Forest."
Madam Howard beside him changed color.
She had not expected Chen Fan to attempt to fight the senior.
She was terrified.
No one knew the terror of the butterfly better than she did.
The butterfly's fading form stopped. Mental waves entered Chen Fan's ears, "A overlord, heh heh. Human boy, do you think you are very powerful?"
It seemed the butterfly had also paid attention to news about Chen Fan.
Perhaps Madam Howard had told it.
*Ching.*
The butterfly's wings suddenly fluttered.
"Don't..."
Before Madam Howard's words could finish, a force that was impossible to resist suddenly struck her.
It was the power of wind, yet it surpassed any wind-elemental energy she had ever encountered.
*Boom!*
Madam Howard's body was sent flying directly.
Chen Fan, however, did not...
*Buzz.*
A great Dao of rules appeared.
Where there was wind, there was also lightning.
*Crack.*
A bolt of lightning flashed, cleaving the fierce wind. "Senior, if I don't get news of the White Bone Forest today, I will not leave."
There was no killing intent, only solemnity.
Today, he had to get news of the White Bone Forest, or at the very least, news of the Eight Generals of the Ancient Demons.
"Wait."
The butterfly suddenly spoke.
Chen Fan felt the butterfly's mental fluctuations, which carried an emotion of excitement.
Chen Fan remained impassive, yet he heard the butterfly say, "Your rule just now, it's not right."
Chen Fan: "..."
Where was it not right?