Chapter 1725: Old Friends of the Red Dust

"What did you say?"

"The Red Dust Prison was attacked??"

In a city wall camp thousands of miles away, a figure in white with a silver crown looked up in surprise, his expression somewhat strange.

"Yes, Marquis Qing." One person bowed respectfully. "News just came from the Red Dust Prison that many people witnessed that person rushing into the Red Dust Domain... Even Marquis Nan couldn't stop him."

Marquis Qing raised an eyebrow: "Has that person's identity been found out?"

"...No, we searched through the archives and found nothing. He just appeared out of thin air."

"The 'Household Registration' implemented by His Majesty has been deeply implemented in the nine major domains. From every newborn baby to every God Path powerhouse, all are recorded in the register, and cross-domain travel is even mandatory for real-name registration. Every one of their tracks is under our control... How could an eighth-order powerhouse suddenly appear?"

The person who was questioned had fine cold sweat on his forehead, not knowing how to respond for a moment... He was also one of the people responsible for implementing the "Household Registration." If Marquis Qing found any mistakes or omissions, he would be beheaded directly.

"This..."

"Marquis Qing, spare my life, I really don't know!!"

He knelt on the ground with a thud.

"...Alright, it's not the feudal era anymore. His Majesty said that we cannot reverse history, so don't kneel down at every turn." Marquis Qing waved his hand casually, signaling him to get up.

"As for that attacker who wasn't registered..."

"What is he going to the Red Dust Domain for?"

"Could it be..."

Marquis Qing frowned slightly, thinking of something. "Is he trying to erase the Red Dust Lord?"

Hearing this, the subordinate's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned pale. "Is he a remnant of those monsters who tried to bomb the Red Dust base with nuclear weapons back then? How many years have passed, and they still haven't given up?"

"Probably not... The Alchemy Association only wants the Philosopher's Stone. To refine those things, they need a lot of human lives... The people remaining in the Red Dust Domain are far fewer than the residents of the outer city." Marquis Qing couldn't figure out Chen Ling's motive either and could only shake his head.

"Forget it, send two... no, three eighth-order [Marquises] nearby first, find a way to catch the attacker, and everything will come to light."

"Yes!"

……

Red Dust Domain.

The thin mask dissipated in mid-air, and a figure in theatrical robes with a red background and black patterns walked along the rugged country road.

"If I remember correctly..."

"It should be this direction."

Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly. Comparing the Red Dust Domain in his memory with the dilapidated domain before him, a route that was originally a bit blurry gradually became clear.

Just as he was about to pass through the village, a voice exploded like thunder!

"Who?!"

Whoosh—!

With a whistling sound of breaking through the air, Chen Ling's figure was instantly swallowed by an ink-wash dragon.

That dragon was dozens of meters long, like a black dragon wandering through the village, and every scale and claw was clearly visible. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws in mid-air for a long time, but finding that it didn't seem to have actually touched Chen Ling, it suddenly turned back and glared at the ground...

Unknown to when, on the ground it had just rushed over, the figure in theatrical robes appeared out of thin air like a ghost, as if what it had just rushed through was only a non-existent phantom.

The hem of the theatrical robes danced in the wind, and a pair of ruby eyes slowly lifted.

"...Huh?"

A young man holding a giant brush descended from the sky and landed steadily on the forehead of the ink-wash dragon.

He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, his face revealing a maturity beyond his age. At this moment, he frowned, holding the brush handle like a long spear with one hand, and was looking at Chen Ling on the ground with a frown...

Behind his back, he also carried a mysterious giant picture frame.

"I am Lu Liangren of the Third Hall of the Floating Life Painting!"

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the residence of the Red Dust Lord!!"

The young Lu Liangren looked up proudly, his gaze sharp, like a proud lone wolf.

The next second, a voice of "hate that iron doesn't become steel" sounded from the picture frame behind him: "Idiot, why are you telling him this is the Red Dust Lord's residence?!"

Lu Liangren: ...

The young Lu Liangren choked for a moment, seemingly knowing he had made a fool of himself, but not wanting to show it in front of the enemy, his cheeks turned bright red.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyebrows raised slightly...

Chen Ling naturally recognized Lu Liangren; he was an old friend from the previous world... And he was no stranger to the abstract painting he carried on his back, which was the Second Hall of the Floating Life Painting.

It's just that...

The Lu Liangren before him was really quite cute.

The current time was ten years earlier than the time Chen Ling was in the previous world. The once invincible Lu Liangren in white was still a green youth... But his talent was truly terrifying. Even at only sixteen or seventeen, he already had the combat power of the sixth order.

And the Second Hall behind him seemed to still be an eighth-order. This guy hid in the abstract painting, and time couldn't leave any marks on him. He didn't know what period this powerhouse had emerged from.

Chen Ling's heart moved, and he tested him half-jokingly:

"Third Hall? It seems the Floating Life Painting isn't much... A little doll like you can actually be the Third?"

The young Lu Liangren's face turned even redder. He gripped the brush handle angrily and shouted: "What do you know?! I am a genius of the Green God Path! I will step into the eighth order sooner or later... Besides, we have others in the Floating Life Painting! It's just that they are... they are not here anymore."

Speaking to the end, Lu Liangren himself lost his confidence. As if remembering something, a sense of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

Chen Ling keenly caught his emotional change, and a thought came to his mind:

"I see..."

"They all left for the outer city, right?"

"No wonder the current Red Dust Domain is so desolate, it turns out only the two of you are left here to maintain it..."

"You!!" The young Lu Liangren realized he had been tricked into talking again and was furious. Without a word, he waved his brush and drove the ink-wash dragon to roar toward Chen Ling!

Chen Ling watched this scene quietly, the hem of his theatrical robes fluttering in the wind. His eyes lifted slightly, and a hideous and terrifying rock centipede rushed out from beneath his feet!

Boom—!!

The size of the rock centipede was twice that of Lu Liangren's ink-wash dragon, easily smashing the ink-wash into fragments.

Lu Liangren's pupils contracted sharply. In his terrified gaze, the extremely fast centipede tore through his ink-wash and rushed toward his head with bared fangs... Compared to this centipede, the dragon he painted was as gentle and harmless as a doodle.

The speed and oppressive feeling of the centipede were too strong. Lu Liangren subconsciously closed his eyes. The next second, the rock centipede exploded in mid-air!

Only to see the abstract painting that was originally on his back had already protected Lu Liangren at some point, a pair of abstract eyes staring fixedly at Chen Ling, whose theatrical robes were fluttering not far away...

"Your Excellency... who exactly are you?"

Chen Ling was silent for a long time, then slowly spat out four words:

"...An old friend of the Red Dust."