Chapter 119 - 84: Muddy World Immortal Arrival (Part 3)
Chapter 119: Chapter 84: Muddy World Immortal Arrival (Part 3)
The pharmacy door opened.
Huzi, clad in a White Fox Fur that looked odd against his large frame, strode in with a few of his cronies.
At that moment, Su Chen was huddled by the stove, warming himself.
Outside the Imperial City, chaos had already erupted.
Patrol guards from the Workshops were constantly rushing about, putting up notices. ’Looks like someone’s a wanted man?’
Su Chen didn’t care.
Huzi, on the other hand, was interested.
Before long,
he stomped back in, fuming.
"Bastard!"
"Has His Majesty lost his mind? How dare he issue a wanted notice for..."
Huzi was trembling with rage.
On the wanted poster...
...was a portrait.
A youth who looked like an Immortal, clad in a Muddy World Profound Robe.
It was none other than the Wind Snow Sword Immortal.
"A wanted notice for the Wind Snow Sword Immortal? What is Emperor Jie thinking?"
The realm was in an uproar.
No one understood Emperor Jie’s reasoning.
Could it be that the Wind Snow Sword Immortal was also involved in the assassination on that snowy night in the Ninth Year of Xuanlong?
Rumors were flying.
Some said the Wind Snow Sword Immortal was dissatisfied with Emperor Zhou and wanted to enthrone a Liang Person as emperor, or even take the throne himself.
Others claimed that Emperor Jie, seeing the Wind Snow Sword Immortal’s prestige among the Liang People surpassing his own, was deliberately calling a deer a horse—forcing them to choose between the two.
Huzi was more inclined to believe the second rumor.
He was absolutely furious.
"If it weren’t for the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, could he, a Zhou Person, have secured his throne over the Great Liang Mountains and Rivers back in the Third Year of Xuanlong?"
Only Su Chen knew the truth.
It wasn’t what the rampant rumors suggested.
’It’s not that complicated.’
’Perhaps.’
’It’s just a child throwing a tantrum.’
’Besides...’
’The Wind Snow Sword Immortal, in his youthful arrogance, vowed to interfere with imperial power and meddle in the affairs of the realm. But after slaying the Flame Emperor, he became a dazed wreck, never daring to swing his sword a second time!’
’He’s nothing but a failure.’
Su Chen scoffed at himself.
In his ears, the tormented souls of countless Zhou People—from the past, present, and even the future—were screaming at him.
Why were the Liang People prosperous and at peace, while the Zhou People were still mired in poverty and misery?
Are the Zhou People not people, too?
In a daze,
he saw the Flame Emperor.
His Demonic Qi surged to the heavens.
A shadow that followed his every move.
The Flame Emperor was questioning him.
"If your heart holds only the Liang People, then how are you any different from me!"
By acting on the Wish of All Living Beings to slay the Flame Emperor, Su Chen had given birth to a Heart Demon.
Extreme Ascension to Immortality.
It was no simple task.
Su Chen had lain low for four years, and for four years, the Heart Demon of the Flame Emperor had followed him.
"Don’t you dare say that about the Wind Snow Sword Immortal! I don’t care if you’re Doctor Xuu and you saved my life, you can’t say that!"
Huzi’s eyes reddened with anger. He didn’t understand that Su Chen was talking about himself. He wanted to spit out a few harsh words, but he held his tongue.
He only left with one final sentence.
"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal is a good man! He saved countless Liang People from suffering and despair..."
Huzi left.
Would he be back?
Su Chen didn’t know.
He wondered.
If he could go back to the Jinjiang Military Camp, would he still have made that strike?
After a long moment of thought,
Su Chen opened his eyes. They were sharp and bright.
He would.
Because he was a Liang Person.
...
「Imperial Mausoleum.」
On the river, several figures shot forth. They were all ancient and withered, half-human and half-Demon Fiend, their hideous features on full display—terrifying to the extreme.
They were laughing.
"Hahaha! We found it."
"And we can sense at least two more Treasure Pearls in the hands of the Black Lotus Saint."
"The Old Ancestor is about to be released!"
The one in the lead, who looked like a youth, was none other than the Grandmaster from Great Yu who had once joined Old Zhou for the Cidi.
He opened his palm.
A Treasure Pearl, black as ink and etched with the image of a young tiger, lay revealed.
After they sped away,
three figures emerged from a hastily dug tunnel at the bottom of the river.
A White-haired Immortal.
A white-haired Grandmaster from Great Yu.
And a withered, white-haired figure in a Big Red Python Robe, reeking of a murderous aura.
Their Longevity Fire flickered precariously.
All of them were on the verge of death.
"I keep my promises."
"You help me, and I will help you extend your lives."
"But before that, there is someone I must find!"
The White-haired Immortal’s eyes burned with rage.
He had escaped his confinement two hundred years ago.
But six years ago, someone had pushed him back into the Seal.
"Wun Sandao!"
"I will kill you!"
He roared.