Silvermoon Fiend

Hodan glanced at the Silvermoon Fiend and handed over the Purple Blood Soft Sword without a word. Hodan was not afraid that the Silvermoon Fiend would embezzle his Purple Blood Soft Sword; setting aside the fact that they were inside the city, this was Heiyan Castle, established by a Sovereign and known for being the most impartial place in existence.

The Silvermoon Fiend would never dare to embezzle his sword. Besides, it was merely a High-God artifact; even if it were a peak divine weapon, it was not worth the Silvermoon Fiend risking his reputation to seize it. If it were a Sovereign artifact, that might be a different story.

"This... this is my elder brother's weapon. I even helped him carve the words 'Purple Blood' onto it myself," the Silvermoon Fiend said, stroking the Purple Blood Soft Sword with deep emotion.

Hodan was startled to hear this. He had never expected that the Silvermoon Fiend, famous throughout Hell, was actually the brother of the Purple Blood Fiend.

"Where did you obtain my brother's weapon?" The Silvermoon Fiend sensed that the Purple Blood Soft Sword had already been claimed by a new master. However, as his brother's signature weapon, it should never have left his side, and the Silvermoon Fiend could clearly feel that the young man before him was the one who had claimed it.

Connecting the disappearance of his brother ten thousand years ago with the Purple Blood Soft Sword in his hand, the Silvermoon Fiend had a bad premonition. He had vaguely guessed the truth of the matter.

"This isn't the right place to talk, is it?" Hodan said calmly.

The Silvermoon Fiend was jolted back to reality. He looked around, knowing that many secrets were not meant for too many ears. He immediately ordered, "No one is to speak of what happened today, otherwise..."

The crowd on the third floor was still reeling from the shock that the Silvermoon Fiend and the Purple Blood Fiend were brothers. Seeing the murderous look in the Silvermoon Fiend's eyes as he issued his command, they snapped to attention.

"Yes, we will never leak this information." The crowd on the third floor responded immediately, and then swore upon the Fate of the Supreme God. They were joking—they still had to make a living in Silvermoon City. If they offended the Silvermoon Fiend, he had thousands of ways to make their lives a living hell. As for this secret, they would let it rot in the depths of their hearts.

"Little brother, come to my home so we can talk in detail." The Silvermoon Fiend flashed a friendly smile at Hodan. After speaking, he led the way. Hodan's soul did not sense any danger, so he followed the Silvermoon Fiend without a word.

The Silvermoon Fiend's home was located in a quiet area, covering an area of a thousand zhang. It was filled with rockeries and various landscapes, a truly beautiful sight. It made sense; as the City Lord of Silvermoon City, he managed the entire city, so he could naturally do as he pleased.

The Silvermoon Fiend had no heart to admire the scenery. He led Hodan all the way to his reception hall and, after dismissing the servants and attendants, finally questioned Hodan.

"Where did you obtain this Purple Blood Soft Sword?" the Silvermoon Fiend asked.

"I obtained it from the Yulan Continent, my lord." Because he did not know how to address the Silvermoon Fiend, Hodan could only call him "my lord."

"Just call me Silvermoon; that is my true name," the Silvermoon Fiend said upon seeing Hodan's hesitation.

Hodan did not stand on ceremony. He told the Silvermoon Fiend the process of how he obtained the Purple Blood Soft Sword and informed him that the Purple Blood Fiend had died ten thousand years ago. As for the person who killed the Purple Blood Fiend, it was Beirut. Although Hodan could not do anything to Beirut right now, it did not stop him from causing some trouble for him.

Hearing that the Purple Blood Fiend had been killed by Beirut, the Silvermoon Fiend slumped into his chair, completely losing the motivation for revenge. After all, he had heard of Beirut's reputation as the number one person beneath the Blood Peak Sovereign. Anyone who dared to hold such a title and had not yet fallen was undoubtedly a recognized peak powerhouse. That was a reputation built upon countless slaughters, not something a Seven-Star Fiend like him could shake.

"I tried to persuade my brother not to go to the Yulan Continent to fight for a Sovereign Godhead. I should have stopped him firmly; then my brother wouldn't have..." The Silvermoon Fiend was filled with regret.

"The dead cannot return to life. Please accept my condolences," Hodan could only offer in comfort.

"This sword is my brother's only relic. Can you return it to me? Of course, I won't take advantage of you. I will pay you for it. You were planning to sell it anyway, right?" the Silvermoon Fiend asked.

Hodan had no problem with this. He had originally intended to sell it to exchange for cultivation resources. After all, his Fate God Clone and Saint-level original body were both waiting for Soul Golden Beads to strengthen their souls.

However, Hodan was struggling with the price. He did not know how much this Destruction Divine Weapon was worth, nor had he ever come into contact with divine weapons of this level, so he did not know how to name a price.

The Silvermoon Fiend saw Hodan's dilemma and spoke up: "Because it is my brother's relic, a price that is too low would be an insult to his memory. I will give you one hundred billion Inkstones. What do you think?"

Hearing the Silvermoon Fiend offer one hundred billion, Hodan felt his mouth go dry. He had originally thought this divine sword would be worth at most a few hundred million, perhaps ten billion at most. He never expected the Silvermoon Fiend to start at one hundred billion. That was equivalent to one-tenth of the total wealth of a Seven-Star Fiend who wasn't particularly good at hoarding wealth.

However, once Hodan calmed down and thought about it, he didn't feel that one hundred billion Inkstones was too high. After all, as the primary weapon of a peak powerhouse, its value was certainly not low. The weapon of an Asura-level powerhouse being worth as much as the entire net worth of a Seven-Star Fiend was actually considered low.

After all, there were only 108 Asuras in Hell, plus 108 Purgatory Commanders. Even if you counted those who had retired and those with Asura-level strength, the total number of Asuras in all of Hell likely did not exceed one thousand.

Hell was vast, containing five continents, the Starry Fog Sea, and the even broader Chaotic Sea. With so few Asura-level powerhouses in the entirety of Hell, the price of their primary weapons could be imagined; one hundred billion Inkstones was actually quite modest.

But Hodan was already very satisfied. As a Mid-God, he held a fortune of one hundred billion, enough to strengthen his soul. Once his strength grew, more wealth would be easily within his reach.

Seeing Hodan's prolonged silence, the Silvermoon Fiend thought Hodan was dissatisfied with the price, so he explained: "I know the value of my brother's weapon; it absolutely exceeds the wealth of a Seven-Star Fiend. But you are only a Mid-God..." The Silvermoon Fiend did not continue.

"In Silvermoon City, I can protect you with this one hundred billion, but if you hold onto too much, it's hard to say what might happen."

Although this was a city where the Sovereign's orders forbade fighting, those who lived within the city were no pushovers. Especially those large clans—they had plenty of ways to bypass the rules and kill Hodan. After all, rules were rigid, but people were flexible.

The city guards would not make a big fuss for a mere Mid-God, and the Sovereign would certainly not notice a tiny ant like him. After all, Hodan was not a gifted genius like Hermes.

It was clear that the Silvermoon Fiend was genuinely looking out for Hodan.

"Brother Silvermoon, I was just stunned for a moment; I didn't think it was too little." Seeing the Silvermoon Fiend like this, Hodan quickly tried to build a rapport with him. While he had yet to reach a high level of strength, having a powerful friend to protect him was always a good thing.

The Silvermoon Fiend was stunned when Hodan called him "Brother Silvermoon." Although he looked at Hodan differently because he had brought back his brother's relic, he hadn't expected this young man to be so interesting, directly calling him "brother."

The Silvermoon Fiend had been famous in Hell for a long time, and those around him were all sycophants. No one had ever dared to address him as a brother while only being a Mid-God. For a moment, he became very interested in Hodan.

At the same time, considering that Hodan had returned his brother's relic, the Silvermoon Fiend laughed heartily and said, "Fine, I will accept you as my brother."

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