Chapter 135 - 90: A City-Toppling Dance
Chapter 135: Chapter 90: A City-Toppling Dance
One hundred strands of Longevity True Qi were exhausted.
The Xuanyuan Treasure Tree glowed brilliantly. Tender new branches and leaves sprouted, bathed in a blue light. It shot up three segments, twenty-one inches, at a speed visible to the naked eye.
’As expected.’
’Longevity True Qi can even ripen Immortal Dao Spirit Medicine...’
But the cost was just too high.
One hundred strands of Longevity True Qi could ripen three Thousand-year-old Ginseng Kings and create three Mortal Grandmasters.
But when used on an Immortal Dao Spirit Medicine, it only added nine hundred years to its age.
’It seems I still have a long way to go before I can obtain this legendary three-thousand-year-old top-level Spirit Medicine.’
Su Chen was slightly regretful.
At this moment, the recovery speed of the Longevity True Qi in his body had halved again. It would probably take three months to be fully restored.
He would need to ripen it two or three more times to get the Xuanyuan Fruit.
But the recovery speed of his Longevity True Qi was getting progressively slower.
Six months, a year, two years.
At the earliest, he would have to wait four years.
Perhaps it would coincide with him reaching the level of Extreme Realm Grandmaster.
Su Chen left.
The Library Pavilion returned to its silence.
All that remained was the Treasure Tree in the medicinal field, swaying in the wind.
"Thank you..."
A faint voice echoed in the Library Pavilion, sounding as if it came from the rustling Xuanyuan Treasure Tree itself.
This Treasure Tree was alive.
...
The Imperial City had quieted down.
But the Imperial Palace had not.
The main hall of the Military Supervision Bureau had once been the residence of two Chief Stewards of the Martial Arts Bureau, Zhang Gui and Xu Han.
No lamps were lit.
In the darkness,
shadowy figures moved about.
They were all former members of the Western Depot, old hands from the Military Supervision Bureau, and miserable Eunuchs of Great Liang.
"When I was young, I had a single wish: to create a world where even the lowliest peasants, treated like weeds, could live in peace and health."
"I am merely walking the path I have chosen."
And just like that, Ye Xuan, now dressed in a Purple Robe, was escorted by the cultivators of the Western Depot to sit upon the dragon throne.
"You... you will help me, won’t you."
Ye Xuan looked at Emperor Long, and then at the Great Yu Ancient Coffins that had been dragged out of the Abyss.
Emperor Long was silent.
’This Eunuch is mad.’
’The resentment of the common people clings to him, but it is only half of the world’s—the portion from Great Liang.’
He could see it clearly.
After Emperor Jie’s death, the demonic, wailing resentment of the common people could no longer affect the Wind Snow Sword Immortal in the slightest.
Thus, it had split in two, each part going its own way. The portion from Great Liang had latched onto Ye Xuan.
He had succumbed to demonic influence.
"Fine."
Emperor Long sighed and walked toward the Ancient Coffins.
That night.
Members of the Great Yu Royal Family—Immortals and Grandmasters alike—awoke one after another.
One among them, clad in a Bright Yellow Dragon Robe, with ice-blue hair, beard, and even pupils like ice crystals, slowly awoke. He exuded the peak aura of one who had achieved Ascension to Immortality.
"I’ve woken up early."
"But, it matters not."
"This is a perfect chance to have another go at the three traitors of Great Yu..."
He whispered.
As for the Royal Race’s cultivation, someone had already reached the peak back in the time of Great Yu.
The path Jie sought—cultivation for the Dynasty, Ascension to Immortality—had in fact been a dead end from the very beginning.
Now that the one who had reached the peak had awakened,
in an instant,
across the land, all those who carried the blood of the Royal Race, possessed a Spiritual Root, and had stepped onto the Qi Cultivation Immortal Path revealed looks of terror.
"What is this...?"
"Impossible!"
"Emperor Jie is dead! Who else could have reached the peak of the Qi Cultivation Immortal Path...?"
Countless terrified cries rang out.
In that same instant, all these cultivators from the Royal Race turned into wisps of green smoke and vanished without a trace.
In the clinic.
Su Chen, who had been lazily dozing while hugging a stove, and Yu Le, who was sleeping on a wine jar, both snapped their eyes open at the same time and looked toward the Imperial City.
"This is..."
"He... has awakened."
Yu Le’s expression was grave.
"..."
Su Chen, on the other hand, was merely silent. He wasn’t particularly concerned, only sighing to himself internally.
’The Immortal Arrival, after all. More and more beings from Great Yu are waking up. There’s now one more person in the Imperial City that I have to be wary of!’
Time passed.
Days turned to nights and back to days. Spring passed, summer went, autumn arrived, and winter approached.
Seven months went by.
For these seven months, the Imperial City was deceptively calm.
Ye Xuan, in his capacity as the Purple Robe and the Chief of the First Seal Division, acted as Regent for the one-year-old Crown Prince, whose whereabouts were unknown, and ruled the world.
At first, court officials objected, furiously denouncing Ye Xuan. He was just a Eunuch, a Royal Slave, a man of incomplete body—how could he possibly want to be the master of the world? It was a joke.
Soon, these officials were convinced.
After all, how could dead men object?
A bloody storm swept through the Imperial City.
Even high-ranking provincial governors and generals on the border, though furious, did not dare to speak out. They could only bow their heads and feign submission.
Ye Xuan had too many powerhouses by his side.
There were an unknown number of Grandmasters.
No one knew where these Grandmasters had come from.
「Ninth Year of Xuanlong.」
「The tenth month.」
The wind grew cooler, and a light autumn rain brought a chill to the air.
"I bought the pig’s head meat."
Holding an umbrella, Yu Le hurried back and handed the meat, wrapped in a lotus leaf, to Su Chen, who was dozing at the entrance.
He cursed good-naturedly.
"In all the world, you’re probably the only mortal doctor who would dare make me, Yu Le, run errands."
"What about the owner of that braised meat shop?"
Su Chen asked.
"Gone."
"The Imperial City isn’t safe anymore."
"I heard their family of three is going back to their hometown. Somewhere far away, anyway..."
Yu Le replied.
"It’s good that they left."
"From now on,"
"the Imperial City will only see an even greater storm of blood."
Su Chen looked up toward the Imperial City. The fortune of the mountains and rivers had gathered to a terrifying degree.
He didn’t know what would happen.
In any case, more and more powerful auras were converging on the Imperial City. There were Sub-Innate and Innate masters now.
Even a few of the handful of Qi Cultivation Immortals in the world, those not in the Imperial Mausoleum, had appeared.
Some were in the Imperial Palace.
Some were in the Imperial City.
And others were outside the Imperial City, not daring to enter.