Chapter 138 - 91: An Old Acquaintance Seeks a Doctor
Chapter 138: Chapter 91: An Old Acquaintance Seeks a Doctor
Who could possibly harbor such a deep-seated hatred for Great Liang? It could only be the people from the Old Zhou Land.
They were meant to be the masters of the New Dynasty of the World, destined to enslave the Liang People, wield power over all lands, and become the glorious citizens of a new Dynasty.
Now.
Three emperors of the Great Zhou had fallen.
Everything had reverted to its original state.
Not only were their lives no better, they had actually grown worse. Their hatred for the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, and for Great Liang, ran bone-deep.
"Sikong."
"To think it was you."
In his memories, the one presiding over the blood sacrifice rituals—be it to extend the lifespans of the Immortals or to use human lives to wear down the chasm of Sword Intent—was always that figure in the Crimson Robe.
He hadn’t seen him in five years.
In Sikong, Su Chen saw his own past Heart Demon: the phantom of the Flame Emperor, an embodiment of the millennia of resentment festering among the people of Great Zhou.
’I knew it. The Wish of All Living Beings was never going to be so easily fulfilled.’
Su Chen returned to the clinic.
He could not intervene in the conflict he had engineered between Zhou and Liang. He was still waiting—waiting for the great ruler who could help him complete the First-Grade Ceremony for the Wish of All Living Beings to appear.
Otherwise, what would have been the point of slaying Emperor Jie? He could have just helped Emperor Jie ascend to rule the world.
Outside the clinic.
A lavish carriage was parked there, flanked on both sides by guards. Their auras were formidable—all of them were Second and Third-Grade experts.
From within the carriage, a faint, weak cough could be heard from time to time.
"Are they here to see a doctor?"
"To think Doctor Xuu is actually getting some business..."
In the shops on either side, the shopkeepers exchanged glances, all feeling as if the sun had just risen in the west.
With Doctor Xuu’s medical skills? The man himself was perpetually listless and drowsy, looking as if he were the one who was sick. Who could he possibly treat?
"Esteemed guest, if you’re looking for a doctor, you’d be better off going to the Imperial City Inner Workshop to find Doctor Zhang Bairen. His ancestors were all Imperial Physicians..."
A shopkeeper, hoping to curry favor with the noble in the carriage, came running over with a fawning smile, all but outright saying that the clinic housed nothing but a quack.
"Get lost!"
A guard drew his sword to drive the man away.
"Fine, let Quack Xuu treat you to death, then."
The shopkeeper cursed under his breath, his face dark with resentment.
"This is..."
Su Chen, returning in his washed-out, gray Profound Robe, happened to witness this scene. The Longevity Fire inside the carriage looked somewhat familiar.
"Old Xuu, we’ve got a patient!"
"Look! Someone actually came to see you!"
Yu Le, who had been enjoying the spectacle from the crowd, spotted Su Chen and trotted over, looking very excited.
"What’s there to be excited about?"
Su Chen opened the clinic’s door.
From the carriage.
A frail young woman, perhaps twenty years of age, entered the clinic, supported by a handmaid.
"That handmaid’s attire... she’s a Palace Maid..."
"Could that be a noble from the Palace!"
The neighboring shopkeepers were no longer interested in the spectacle. They quickly dispersed.
It involved the Palace.
They didn’t dare to pry any further.
The frail woman, supported by the Palace Maid, followed Su Chen and Yu Le inside. The clinic door was then shut.
Without hesitation.
She knelt.
But she knelt not to Su Chen, but to Yu Le.
"Mr. Yu."
"You must be the one from the legends... one of the Three Immortals, the monstrous prodigies who reached the pinnacle in the history of the Great Yu. You must be the Great Yu Magic Immortal."
"I implore you to act... to save someone."
She knelt before Yu Le, pressing her forehead to the floor. The handmaid beside her also knelt and presented a simple, clumsily carved Wooden Token.
Seeing the Wooden Token, Su Chen, who was standing to the side, froze.
A long time ago.
He too had possessed a similar Wooden Token—just as simple, with the same clumsy carving.
Who was it that gave it to him?
Su Chen had forgotten.
However.
Before he’d transmigrated, this exact same Wooden Token had been on his person. Unfortunately, after several great upheavals, it had long since been lost.
"You have the wrong person."
"I’m no Great Immortal. I can’t help you."
Yu Le flatly denied it, his brows furrowed. He was about to drive the two women from the Palace out the door.
"Wait."
Su Chen stopped Yu Le and pointed to the Wooden Token.
"Whose is this?"
"Who are you trying to save?"
"Speak clearly!"
Su Chen was certain this Wooden Token wasn’t his, but it was absolutely carved by the same hands.
A dull ache throbbed in his head. He felt as if there was something he had long since forgotten.
’This... seems really important.’
"Insolence."
"You, a mere mortal from this clinic, a lowly commoner! How dare you step forward while the Commandery Princess kneels!"
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"
The handmaid was furious, and even looked ready to strike Su Chen.
She was not weak, either.
She possessed a Third-Grade Gang Qi Cultivation.
For some reason, however, as Su Chen’s eyes fell upon her, she felt the Gang Qi within her refuse to obey her commands. She couldn’t move an inch.
Before she arrived.
She had investigated everything and knew the man before her was utterly unremarkable—just an ordinary clinic doctor who had gotten lucky and taken in the Great Yu Magic Immortal.
That was it.
’This must be the Great Yu Magic Immortal’s doing.’
"You dare curse Old Xuu? Get out!"
Yu Le was now utterly disgusted with them.
In that instant.
The handmaid’s face turned deathly pale.
She had never imagined.
That a mere mortal could hold such weight in the eyes of a Great Immortal.
"Princess Yunyang."
"Where did you get this Wooden Token?"
Su Chen took the Wooden Token, tracing the crude texture with his thumb. His head grew heavier, and in the haze, he seemed to hear the voices of children.
"Brother, I’m hungry."
"If things get too bad, just sell me."
"That way, you can live."
’Who is he?!’
Su Chen felt countless emotions surge within his heart, only to be wiped away an instant later.
"No!"
Just as in the memory, Su Chen cried out.
"Who is he?!"
Su Chen clenched the Wooden Token, his eyes fixed on Princess Yunyang.
That was right.
The frail young woman before him was Princess Yunyang, who had been at Empress Dugu’s side during the final years of the Great Liang Dynasty.
During the Xuanlong Period, she was to have represented the friendship between the Zhou and Liang, and was to be betrothed to the Flame Emperor back when he was still the Crown Prince.