# Chapter 1424: Realm Sons and Divine Envoys
Nine Spirit Great Saint continued: "Going to Ancestral Spirit Realm, you cannot bring any special battle treasures above Saint King level power. For example, Saint Talismans."
"In other words, you cannot directly borrow the power of outsiders."
"Of course, treasures already refined into the body, or Great Saint Ancient Artifacts, Divine Relic Ancient Artifacts, can be brought into the battlefield. Aside from these, only one person can be an exception."
"Who?"
Zhang Ruochen and Wu Hao asked almost simultaneously.
"The Divine Envoy."
Then, Nine Spirit Great Saint added: "Among the Seven Realms of Shatuo, one Divine Envoy will be selected from the Saints of each realm. The Divine Envoy can hold one battle artifact blessed by a deity, but this battle artifact can only be used once."
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Since the Divine Envoy's deity battle artifact can only be used once, when exactly should it be used?"
Nine Spirit Great Saint explained: "Although Ancestral Spirit Realm has now entered the doomsday battlefield stage, and both sides' Saint King level powerhouses have already withdrawn, if a Rakshasa Saint King happens to be hiding in Ancestral Spirit Realm, it would be a massive disaster for the Saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo."
"The Divine Envoy's deity battle artifact is meant to deal with such uncertain factors."
"Secondly, if the Realm Son becomes too autocratic and makes extremely wrong decisions, the Divine Envoy can rely on the deity battle artifact to... strike him down."
When he said this, Nine Spirit Great Saint stared deeply at Wu Hao.
Wu Hao's expression did not change, but a hint of wariness indeed flashed in his eyes.
Nine Spirit Great Saint said: "The existence of the deity battle artifact is currently only known to the Realm Sons and Divine Envoys of the seven realms. Do not tell other Saints first. Only this way, if uncertain factors arise, we can achieve victory through surprise."
Zhang Ruochen looked at the sacred sword in his hand and sensed an extremely terrifying energy fluctuation within the sword body, asking: "That deity battle artifact is this?"
"Correct." Nine Spirit Great Saint nodded.
Zhang Ruochen carefully stored the sacred sword into his Space Ring, preserving it properly.
"Saints Merit War, Saint King Merit War, Great Saint Merit War, and Deity Merit War are all happening simultaneously. Therefore, after entering Ancestral Spirit Realm, everything depends on yourselves. Do not hope for anyone to come and help you. The responsibility on your shoulders is extremely heavy. For the survival of Guanghan Realm, you must unite as one, strive to kill more Rakshasa, and earn more merit points."
Nine Spirit Great Saint was extremely serious, and his tone was also quite heavy.
"Please rest assured, Great Saint, and also reassure Lady Moon God. With Brother Zhang and I here, we will fight to the death to earn more merit points."
Wu Hao placed a hand on Zhang Ruochen's shoulder and let out a hearty laugh.
Afterward, Nine Spirit Great Saint told them that the merit war would begin in about ten days.
After Zhang Ruochen and Wu Hao withdrew, the three giants of Guanghan Realm fell into silence.
After a long while, Jiemie Great Emperor spoke first: "Fortunately, Kunlun Realm entered the Heavenly Court. Otherwise, Guanghan Realm would definitely end up at the bottom and become the next sacrifice."
Nine Spirit Great Saint said: "The deities of the Heavenly Court allowed Kunlun Realm to enter the Heavenly Court, probably intending to make Kunlun Realm the next battlefield. After all, Kunlun Realm hides many remarkable treasures that even deities would covet."
Wu Zu's voice rang out: "Everyone must not underestimate Kunlun Realm. One hundred thousand years ago, Kunlun Realm ranked fifth on the *Myriad Realms Merit List* and almost became the number one overlord of the Western Universe. Even after experiencing a hundred thousand years of decline, it should still not be underestimated. If they have some hidden means and their merit points surpass ours, it would be a catastrophic disaster for Guanghan Realm."
Jiemie Great Emperor and Nine Spirit Great Saint both nodded solemnly, saying: "Regardless, in this merit war, we have no retreat. We must fight with our backs against the wall. Even if we have to sacrifice our lives, we must win."
After the Myriad Saints Conference ended, all the Great Saints of Guanghan Realm carried large quantities of Six Saints Ascension Wine and Saint Transformation Pills and returned to their various sacred domains.
They had to cultivate more Saints within ten days.
Every additional Saint meant one more hope of victory.
All the Saints and Saint Kings who had come to attend the Myriad Saints Conference remained in the Tongyou Sacred Domain where Moon God Mountain was located, waiting quietly for the merit war to begin.
After flying down Moon God Mountain, Wu Hao led Zhang Ruochen toward the resting place of the various Saints.
On the way, Wu Hao asked: "Brother Zhang should be the Saint brought back by Lady Moon God, right?"
"I did come to the Heavenly Court Realm together with the Moon God." Zhang Ruochen said.
Wu Hao said: "Brother Zhang is only at the initial stage of the Heavenly Connection Realm, yet you can fight to a draw with Ji Kongpo. Is your physique a Perfect Physique or a Supreme Perfect Physique?"
Zhang Ruochen stopped walking and glanced at him.
Wu Hao revealed a smile and said: "Sorry, I was presumptuous. This is Brother Zhang's privacy; I shouldn't ask casually. Come, arriving at Tongyou Sacred Domain is my territory. I must host a welcome banquet for Brother Zhang no matter what. Brother Zhang will give me this face, right?"
Wu Hao was extremely clever, and Zhang Ruochen couldn't quite see through him.
Therefore, he didn't know whether everything Wu Hao displayed was truly his naturally bold and straightforward personality, or if he was wary of the deity battle artifact in Zhang Ruochen's hands.
Of course, since Wu Hao was the Realm Son, Zhang Ruochen had to give him face regardless, so he went along to attend the welcome banquet.
The guests Wu Hao invited were not just Zhang Ruochen, but also Su Qingling, Ling Mi, Wen Shusheng, Bu Ji, Ji Kongpo, and others—a total of a hundred people, each one a peak Saint realm powerhouse of Guanghan Realm, with Supreme Saints making up more than half.
The wine they drank was the Six Saints Ascension Wine brewed by the Wine Madman.
It was also at this banquet that Zhang Ruochen learned that the Wine Madman and Gu Songzi were both staying in Tongyou Sacred Domain.
The lord of Tongyou Sacred Domain was Wu Zu, one of the three giants.
It was precisely because of Wu Zu's full support that they could refine large quantities of Six Saints Ascension Wine and Saint Transformation Pills in such a short time.
After three rounds of wine, Ji Kongpo suddenly stood up. His eyes were filled with sharp light. With a *bang*, he smashed his bronze wine cup on the ground and walked toward Zhang Ruochen, saying: "At Guanghan Divine Palace, I failed to defeat you. This is the greatest shame of my life. But that was because of the suppression of divine might; my combat power was not fully unleashed. Now, do you dare to fight me again? One-on-one, a fair match."
Ji Kongpo had always been undefeated at the same cultivation level, and very few could even withstand three of his strikes.
Therefore, he regarded the battle at Guanghan Divine Palace as a great humiliation.
Zhang Ruochen sat calmly by the table and said indifferently: "Why should I fight you?"
"Are you afraid of losing?" Ji Kongpo sneered.
Zhang Ruochen said: "In my life, I have lost countless times. Why would I be afraid of losing? Only someone like you, who has never lost, would be afraid and consider defeat a disgrace."
Su Qingling, sitting beside Zhang Ruochen, suddenly stood up and coldly shouted: "Ji Kongpo, have you gone mad? You want to fight? I'll fight you."
"This has nothing to do with you. This is between me and Zhang Ruochen. I want to defeat him fair and square and let him know my true strength."
Ji Kongpo's body surged with a massive Saint power, causing the surrounding heaven and earth Saint Qi to tremble violently.
At this moment, Wu Hao, sitting at the highest position, slowly put down his bronze wine cup and said in a calm voice: "Ji Kongpo, apologize to the Divine Envoy immediately."
In an instant, the entire banquet became deathly quiet.
Clearly, Wu Hao's words carried great deterrence among the various Saints.
Ji Kongpo was indeed quite wary of Wu Hao, saying: "I only wanted to challenge him. What crime is that? Why should I apologize to him?"
Wu Hao said: "Disrespect toward the Divine Envoy, insubordination—is that not a crime? If you can't even follow the rules, taking you to the Saints Merit War would only cause trouble. Apologize. I'll say it one last time."
"What if I don't apologize?"
Ji Kongpo was such a proud figure that even fighting to a draw with Zhang Ruochen was considered a great humiliation. How could he possibly apologize and admit fault?
"Boom."
A large hand seal descended from the sky.
The next moment, a palm print pit over ten zhang long appeared in the center of the banquet. Ji Kongpo lay at the bottom of the pit, covered in blood, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
All the Saints present drew in a cold breath and stared at Wu Hao sitting above.
Wu Hao still sat steadily at the highest position. He withdrew his palm and snorted lightly: "Don't think that just because you are the son of Jiemie Great Emperor, I, this Realm Son, dare not discipline you. The merit war concerns the life and death of the entire Guanghan Realm. Everyone must be united. Whoever dares to deliberately stir up trouble like Ji Kongpo again, don't blame me, this Realm Son, for being rude."
Afterward, Wu Hao raised his bronze wine cup and specifically nodded toward Zhang Ruochen's direction, saying: "Everyone, continue drinking."
Bu Ji sat on Zhang Ruochen's other side, looking at Ji Kongpo lying at the bottom of the palm print pit. He felt his scalp go numb and transmitted his voice to Zhang Ruochen and Su Qingling: "Wu Hao is way too strong! With just a casual palm strike from a distance, he rendered Ji Kongpo combat-incapable."
Zhang Ruochen could tell that Wu Hao's strike was both an attempt to build rapport with him and a means of intimidation.
Zhang Ruochen showed no change in expression. He simply raised his bronze wine cup and took a sip.
Su Qingling asked curiously: "Have you really lost many times?"
"Is that strange?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Su Qingling smiled, gently biting her sexy red lips, and said: "You have a Supreme Perfect Physique. Shouldn't you be invincible under heaven? Who could defeat you?"
Zhang Ruochen revealed a faint smile and said: "Winning only means the enemies you encounter are still too weak. Only losing proves that you have met a truly powerful opponent."
"Of course, being able to lose is a good thing. At least it means you are still alive and still have a chance to turn defeat into victory. But on the battlefield of the merit war, there is no winning or losing—only life and death."