I Actually Didn't Die?

"What was that? I even dared to rob you, damn dog. What's a Demon God worth?" Hong Chidao said disdainfully.

The Nine Primordial Fiends possessed peerless ferocity; even gods had to bow their heads before them.

"Did that coffin hold anyone before?"

"No. That Demon God was old and had prepared it for himself. Stop talking nonsense and put Young Master inside!"

With a flick of Hong Chidao's finger, the icy-blue coffin lid floated up.

Qiongqi carefully placed Xiao Chen into the Divine Fire Coffin. Blue Exotic Flame instantly surged forth, covering his entire body and completely enveloping him.

Threads of mist-like blue substance seeped into Xiao Chen's skin, and a layer of icy-blue frost rapidly covered his whole body.

The gray lines seemed to have frozen and began to dim. Though they still covered Xiao Chen's body, far less Killing Intent spilled from them.

"This Divine Fire Coffin really has something to it. The Power of Misfortune on the kid seems to have frozen, and its circulation has slowed considerably," Qiongqi said in delight.

"Of course. I emptied out an old Demon God's entire fortune to get this. Once Young Master enters the divine coffin, the divine flames within begin to work. It's just that every breath burns through an enormous amount of spiritual materials. It costs a fortune," Hong Chidao said.

"Costs a fortune? You know who this kid is. What's wrong with spending some money? This is your chance to show yourself! Stop dawdling and throw in the rest of the good stuff too."

Hong Chidao said nothing. With some reluctance, he took out a black jade box. The instant he opened it, a black pill floated up, gleaming with dark light. A rich medicinal fragrance rushed out, refreshing the mind and delighting the spirit.

The pill