Chapter 133 - 89: Xuanyuan Treasure Tree (2)
Chapter 133: Chapter 89: Xuanyuan Treasure Tree (2)
Emperor Jie. Five years, all for the common people.
He had seen it all.
For some reason, Lord Su had been adamant, willing to plunge the world into chaos just to kill him.
But.
Lord Su could not be wrong.
And Emperor Jie was not wrong, either.
In that case...
Let this child succeed her father and bring an end to the world’s chaos.
"Jie has not yet given you a name."
"From now on, you shall be called Zhou Luoxue."
The great ship sailed into the distance.
On the river, a figure appeared. He stretched out his palm, caught the falling snow, and, sensing its unique resonance, clicked his tongue in amazement.
"Heh heh."
"Interesting."
"This Wind Snow Sword Immortal is quite impressive."
"I just wonder..."
"...compared to myself, who is stronger and who is weaker..."
He was not treading the waves, but standing upon a single reed. Like a lone boat, it moved on its own, gliding slowly toward the Imperial City without a breeze.
He was not a Sword Immortal, but an Innate of the Sword Dao.
An Innate had awakened.
The fortune of the land, which had been converging above the Imperial City, was not interrupted by the world’s descent into chaos. Instead, its convergence began to accelerate.
Back at the clinic, Su Chen was on the roof drinking tea.
He lit a fire and boiled the water.
But this time, the ritual was tinged with a profound loneliness.
’After this parting, I fear we will never meet again.’
Su Chen poured out the tea, three times in succession, toward the direction the great ship had gone.
Yum Zhong was dying.
Yet he refused to extend his life.
He was willing to pay the price of death to leave the Immortal Fate of Cloud Concealment Mountain to Emperor Jie’s child, making sure this special child would be remembered.
That night, the Imperial City was in chaos.
Some of the powerful packed their belongings and drove their carriages through the night, fleeing the Imperial City, that land of strife.
Others, however, moved into the Imperial Palace, covetously sitting on the Dragon Throne, ready to vie for the throne.
The night wind was lonely and cold.
Ever since finding a full Daoist Robe, Yu Le had become addicted to scavenging and had wandered off again, looking for more trash to pick up.
Su Chen left the clinic.
The main street was empty, devoid of people.
He merged with heaven and earth and arrived at the Imperial Palace. He revisited the old places again and again, growing ever more silent.
Twenty-seven years had passed.
Everything had changed.
The Imperial Palace had long been transformed; it no longer bore any resemblance to the palace of the Twenty-third year of Tianwu.
’So, this has become a grove of peach trees.’
Su Chen walked past the palace’s Chaotic Burial Mound, the place where countless Eunuchs, Palace Maids, and refugees were buried.
But he found it covered with peach trees, their blossoms flourishing. Birds and beasts ran about, showing no trace of the bloodshed from those years.
Su Chen continued walking.
He came to the former site of the pharmacy, now the shore of a lake.
Su Chen stared ahead, trying to recall the Little Eunuch who had knelt at the Palace Gate with the Governor, unafraid of death, both mourning for the people.
He tried to recall the young man who had wanted to wander the world, to unleash the righteous fury in his heart and shatter all injustice.
But he could no longer recall the young man’s face or voice.
Perhaps.
Perhaps that boy had died back at the Imperial Mausoleum.
All that escaped was his greed.
In the distance, Su Chen gazed toward Jinluan Hall.
There, it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Many powerful figures, all of them Liang People, were scrambling for the National Jade Seal and the Dragon Throne.
In the end, one man reached the top, fanatically seating himself in that chair.
His name was Ye Xuan.
Finally, Su Chen arrived at the Library Pavilion.
In the medicinal field, that azure Spirit Seed, as if it had witnessed all the world’s changes, had sprouted branches and grown tender green leaves.
Before Su Chen arrived, someone was already standing motionlessly in the courtyard.
He carried a Pill Furnace on his shoulder.
Wrapped in a black robe.
His face was hidden.
He gave the impression of someone who dared not show their true face to the world.
"Did you plant this Spirit Tree?" the black-robed figure asked. The voice was ethereal, like that of a young man, yet also like a young woman’s.
"Do I look like it to you?"
"I’m just an ordinary doctor. Thought I’d sneak in and see if I could get my hands on a couple of treasures from the Imperial Palace."
Su Chen shrugged.
"You don’t," the black-robed figure said.
Then, the figure added, "What I mean is, you don’t look like a thief."
"Though you appear to be the most insignificant of mortals, when I observe people, I never look at bone and blood. I look at their Qi..."
"This Qi of yours soars to the heavens. In my eight hundred years, I have only seen one other like it."
"Even if you are only a humble mortal now, sooner or later you will ride the wind, transform into a dragon, and soar ninety thousand li into the clouds."
After speaking, the black-robed figure rose, snipped the tender leaves from the azure sapling, and tossed them into the Pill Furnace.
"You won’t live to see this tree bear fruit."
"It is called the Xuanyuan Fruit."
"It grows a single seven-inch section every three hundred years!"
"After ten sections, meaning only after three thousand years, will it produce a single fruit. This fruit can help a Qi Cultivation Immortal reach their peak. It can also help one knock open the Celestial Gate, transcend the mundane, and birth a breath of the most powerful Dragon Qi found in the Innate realm."
The black-robed figure sneered.
Three thousand years.
A century spans three generations.
Enough time to see a hundred generations pass away.
Even the most powerful Qi Cultivation Immortal or the most terrifying Demon Fiend, no matter what methods they use, could not hold out that long.
Besides, this Human World is only a thousand years old.
No matter how powerful its effects, this Xuanyuan Fruit is useless to eat, yet a pity to discard.
"These leaves are useful for a certain pill that will restore my Vitality. I’m taking them."
"However, I won’t take them for free."
The black-robed figure casually tossed out a stack of blank book pages.
Su Chen was familiar with these.
They were none other than the Sword Fate Technique Pages he had once obtained from the Great Liang Purple Robe—a ticket to a mysterious Sword Immortal.
The stack in his hand had about nine pages.
"My friend..."
The moment Su Chen looked up, the Library Pavilion was empty. Only a gentle breeze remained, making the previous scene feel like a hallucination.
’The Pill Furnace.’
’Could it be the Great Yu Pill Immortal?’
’If that’s the case...’
’...then the only one missing is the most powerful one, the Great Yu Sword Immortal.’
Su Chen placed the Sword Fate Technique Pages inside his robe. Amidst the chaos of the night, he brushed the dust from a reclining chair in the Library Pavilion and drowsily settled into it.
VMMMM!
The familiar feeling arrived.