Chapter 141 - 92: I’m Waiting for a Heavy Rain
Chapter 141: Chapter 92: I’m Waiting for a Heavy Rain
The rivers of the Imperial City surged with tumultuous waves. Countless Tower Ships and Painted Boats watched the snow drift and fall.
"Haha, the heavens are in upheaval, with this sudden wind and snow. Don’t tell me the Wind Snow Sword Immortal has appeared in the world again."
On a Tower Ship, a young noble jested with a laugh.
"It’s just an ordinary snow."
A nearby Grandmaster dismissed it.
When had the Wind Snow Sword Immortal ever acted without conjuring a vast and mighty blizzard, awesome as the might of heaven itself? He was an unparalleled Sword Immortal, a Deity in the Human World. How could his presence be so weak and drifting?
But this wind, this snow, truly was Su Chen.
Upon the river, Su Chen, clad in a Profound Robe, his black hair fluttering, Merged with heaven and earth. He walked slowly, one deliberate step at a time.
Just like that, he arrived upon a Treasure Ship.
The Second Realm of Power: Merging.
It was indeed powerful.
But not powerful enough to hide from the Black Abyss Elder Council.
The island Treasure Ship that once belonged to the Cao Gang had long since become the mobile headquarters of Black Abyss on the water.
A man with gaunt features, white hair, sunken eyes, and a single red horn waited for Su Chen before the Treasure Island. His pupils were scarlet.
He, too, was Merged with heaven and earth.
But he was Merged with the vast, rolling waves of the Nujiang River.
He was very strong.
Not an Immortal.
None of the Black Abyss Elder Council were Immortals.
He was an Innate expert.
"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal?"
The one-horned old man tilted his head, looking at Su Chen with doubt, as if confirming something.
"Yes."
Su Chen nodded.
A strong emotion flickered to life in his eyes, only to vanish without a trace the next instant, replaced by an icy indifference.
And so it repeated, again and again.
He feared that if he didn’t do this, he would be like he was when he slew Emperor Jie—unhesitatingly making a cold calculation of gains and losses for the sake of his path to Grandmaster.
The Seed of Longevity was Devouring his emotions.
But he didn’t want this.
He didn’t want to abandon the child in his memories.
"Are you aware that we of Black Abyss have mobilized all our forces to find you? To serve as the vessel for our Ancestor’s soul descent?"
the one-horned old man asked.
He seemed like a kindly old man.
But his actions were anything but kind.
The river surged. From all four sides, giant waves, hundreds of feet high, curled upward and converged overhead, forming a cage that locked the two of them in place.
"I know."
Su Chen replied.
"Are you aware that I drank the blood of a Red Flood Dragon? That I have roamed the world since the Early Days of Great Yu? I am an Innate expert, while you, though strong, are merely a champion among the Sub-Innate."
The one-horned old man was still speaking.
"I know now."
Su Chen raised his eyes, a formidable will erupting from within him.
He did not fear this man.
He only feared himself.
He was a monster of Longevity, devoid of emotion, learning to feel. He had known this from the very beginning.
Before this intense emotion was exhausted, he had to rescue that person.
"You’ve come for him?"
The one-horned old man was taken aback. He glanced toward a specific location on the Treasure Island Tower Ship and let out a disdainful sneer.
"How many years has it been?"
"Almost thirty years."
"He’s about to die, and only now do you remember? That you, the great Wind Snow Sword Immortal, have a younger brother in our hands?"
The one-horned old man, this Innate expert, simply did not believe Su Chen’s reason for coming.
’Perhaps. This Wind Snow Sword Immortal also knows how powerful the Ancestor is! Once he descends, the Immortal Arrival will have nothing to do with anyone else. That must be why he came to stop it.’
"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal is nothing special after all."
The one-horned old man sneered.
To this, Su Chen remained silent. He didn’t refute it, only asked,
"Where is he?"
The one-horned old man turned slightly. Behind him, an opening appeared in the cage of waves. He said flatly,
"Right at the bottom of the Treasure Island, soaking in the waters of the Nujiang River. He is a Peak expert, after all. He won’t die that easily!"
"You stay here."
"Trade your death for the Ancestor’s soul descent!"
"I can make the decision to let him live."
The one-horned old man looked aloof, utterly disregarding Su Chen.
His opponent might have a great reputation, might have dominated this era as the number one in cultivation, but he was still a product of a new age, with barely thirty years of cultivation.
He, on the other hand, had roamed Great Yu and was an Innate expert.
That alone was enough.
"Why go to all that trouble?"
Su Chen was smiling.
At that moment, terrifying Qi and blood erupted from his frail body, and a pillar of violent Essence Qi shot toward the sky.
What did it mean to be a Grand First Grade? To connect with heaven and earth, to break through Perfection, to project one’s Essence Qi like a beacon, to seal the sky and lock the earth, to suppress an entire region, to lock down an entire city!
"You’re courting death!"
"A mere Sub-Innate dares to try and break my Water Prison?"
The one-horned old man laughed in anger.
He was also laughing.
But he was laughing at this junior, Su Chen, for his ignorance, his recklessness, his complete lack of understanding of the power of an Innate expert.
"Suppress!"
He pressed down with the back of his hand.
In an instant, the river’s water level dropped as the giant waves surged, rising five hundred zhang high to seal the sky and lock the earth. The cage of water contracted, attempting to crush the pillar of Essence Qi that was rampaging within.
"The light of a firefly dares to challenge the bright moon..."
The one-horned old man’s words stopped abruptly.
BOOM!
The myriad waves exploded.
The cage was broken!
"Pardon me."
Su Chen cupped his hands. He took a step, about to descend to the bottom of the river.
"That’s not right."
"You brat, you’re not a Grandmaster!"
"Grandmasters don’t cultivate the physical body! They cultivate by opening their Human Acupoints, shattering the Earth Lock, and Gathering the Celestial Gate! What realm are you really in?"
"Innate? No, that’s not right either."
"I don’t see you opening the Celestial Gate!"
The one-horned old man stared at Su Chen, muttering that he was some kind of freak.
For some reason, he had a feeling that this famed Wind Snow Sword Immortal before him was exactly as the Heavenly Secret Pavilion’s Martial Arts List described: merely a First Grade on the Earth List, still cultivating his mortal, physical body.
But how was that possible?
This was the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, a man who could make a Sub-Innate expert retreat with a single sword strike.
How could he be a mere ant-like Minor First Grade?
"Halt!"
"Leave your life behind."
The one-horned man moved to block his path.
BOOM!
His robes shattered, his eyes turned scarlet, and in an instant, his body swelled with the wind, transforming into a terrifying Red Flood Dragon Demon Fiend. Its nine-hundred-zhang body thrashed in the river, turning the waters upside down.