Chapter 132 - 89: Xuanyuan Treasure Tree
Chapter 132: Chapter 89: Xuanyuan Treasure Tree
’This Great Yu Magic Immortal has his uses. He’s simple-minded, for one—easy to trick secrets out of.’
’It’s a wonder he ever reached the peak of Qi Cultivation.’
"Hm?"
’Did he hear... the secrets of the Human World?’
’How is that possible!’
’Even a legendary Innate shouldn’t be able to pierce the veil over this Heavenly Secret.’
Yu Le walked over, startled. A suspicious look filled his face as he stared at the blank-faced Su Chen, wondering if the man had overheard.
His Qi and blood withdrew from their fused state.
Su Chen feigned confusion.
"You’re moving your mouth, but nothing’s coming out."
Yu Le, gnawing on a braised pork trotter, opened his Dharma Eye to its fullest and circled Su Chen, inspecting him from the inside out.
’He’s just an ordinary man with average qi and blood—unremarkable, even a bit frail. The most insignificant of all mortals.’
After the Dharma Eye’s inspection,
Yu Le was relieved.
’In this Human World, not even other peak Qi Cultivation Immortals could escape the scrutiny of my Dharma Eye, unless they were on the level of the Three Immortals.’
’But in this small Capital City, how could a mere clinic doctor be some hidden, terrifying figure?’
’Just a mortal.’
’It seems I was overthinking things.’
"Serve me good food and good drink."
"Wait for my Immortal Arrival."
"I’ll grant you a lifetime of glory and wealth. Even if you want to become an immortal, though you’re a bit old, it might not be impossible."
Yu Le patted Su Chen’s shoulder while gnawing on his braised pork trotter.
BOOM!
An explosion sounded from outside.
Curious, Yu Le stuck his head out to look.
"When you’re done eating, clean up the clinic."
After speaking,
Su Chen hugged his hand warmer and sank lazily back into his lounge chair, looking like he was about to doze off again.
He wasn’t curious about the explosion.
With Emperor Jie dead,
the first place to fall into chaos was the Imperial City.
And after that,
the entire world would follow.
’All I have to do is wait. Wait for the birth of a peerless ruler who will crush Zhou and Liang and establish a New Dynasty—a true Great Unified Dynasty.’
"Aren’t you curious?"
Yu Le returned.
He had changed into a green silk Daoist Robe, his hair pinned up with a twig. A wine gourd hung from his waist, giving him the roguish appearance of an enlightened immortal.
"Look, what do you think?"
"I just stripped it off a corpse."
"Tsk, tsk."
"The Imperial Palace is in absolute chaos."
"Many First-Grade cultivators, and even Grandmasters, have fallen! All for one of the Ten Extremes Immortal Techniques, tsk, tsk..."
Yu Le clicked his tongue in wonder, spun around in front of Su Chen, and asked him,
"What do you think?"
"The clothes fit, don’t they?"
Su Chen recognized it at a glance as a Daoist Robe from the Celestial Master’s Mansion.
’The Three Great Sects of Great Liang have sent people as well.’
’After all, the succession of the imperial throne is at stake.’
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"I’m just an ordinary doctor, as insignificant as an ant. Any cultivator could crush me underfoot."
"Don’t drag me into this. If I get involved in the slightest, my frail body will be shattered to pieces..."
Su Chen turned over, continuing to feign drowsiness.
However,
’I was the one who personally started this great chaos. With old acquaintances still in the Imperial City, how could I possibly escape this Karma?’
「Night.」
The chaos in the Imperial Palace gradually subsided.
However, inside and outside the Imperial City, undercurrents raged, and the chaos continued unabated.
News arrived.
The Ancient Grandmasters searched the Imperial Palace, hoping to obtain the Ten Extremes Immortal Techniques and the Spiritual Mechanism inheritance of Armors Like Mountains.
Long Xuanjun arrived, treading the waves.
Upon reaching the Imperial City, he fought ten times, defeating ten Same Realm Perfect Grandmasters in a row, causing even two Sub-Innate masters to look at him with new respect.
Unexpectedly,
the Spiritual Mechanism actually flew of its own accord onto the swaddled infant.
The Ancient Grandmasters stared at the Emperor’s Son, their eyes red with greed.
Just as the two Sub-Innate masters were about to strike a killing blow,
in the end,
a carriage arrived. A white-haired Eunuch lifted the curtain, welcoming the Empress and the Emperor’s Son aboard before departing from the palace.
No one dared to block their path; even the Ancient Grandmasters had to make way.
And the reason was,
the man was named Yum Zhong.
He was merely an insignificant First-Grade Elder Eunuch, decrepit and on the verge of death, not worth mentioning. But... behind him stood a terrifying figure.
A figure before whom even Sub-Innate masters would tremble.
"You also think Emperor Jie shouldn’t have died?"
"That’s right."
"He, indeed, shouldn’t have died."
"But he had to die."
Su Chen released a carrier pigeon, burned the message slip, and climbed to the roof of the clinic. He gazed into the distance, toward the river where the carriage had already boarded a large Cao Gang ship.
There,
Yum Zhong was also looking back toward the Imperial City.
Long Xuanjun stood guard.
A Sub-Innate master tailed them the entire way.
Seeing that the Emperor’s Son was about to escape,
a Sub-Innate master could finally hold back no longer.
"Don’t you dare run!"
Sima Kong roared.
BOOM!
Long Xuanjun took a step forward, his movement like a charging dragon, shaking the river and the land. Yet, it was no match for a casual palm strike from the Sub-Innate master.
He was knocked back!
"We retreated thirty li."
"We have shown the Wind Snow Sword Immortal enough respect."
"Now, leave the Emperor’s Son behind!"
The two Sub-Innate masters roared, advancing from the left and right as they trod upon the waves.
However,
in the next instant,
their expressions changed drastically.
Because, over the Nujiang River, the once-clear sky had instantly turned cold. A wind picked up, and snow began to fall.
’Has the Wind Snow Sword Immortal arrived?’
HISS!
The two Sub-Innate masters trembled, not daring to move another inch.
They hadn’t seen even a shadow of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, but the name alone, combined with this wind and snow, was enough to scare them witless.
And just like that,
the great ship sailed into the distance until it was out of sight.
The host of Ancient Grandmasters exchanged glances. These so-called heroes of the Celestial Alliance silently cupped their hands in a salute toward the snow-filled wind, then scattered like birds and beasts, daring not to give chase.
Aboard the Cao Gang’s great ship.
"Lord Su, my apologies. This old servant wanted to be selfish, just this once. I’ve lived long enough. I don’t want to use this Ginseng King to prolong my life... I want to use it on this child..."
Yum Zhong reached out, catching a falling snowflake as he murmured to himself.
His hair was white, his eyes were cloudy, and he was shrouded in the aura of impending death, but his heart was bright.