Chapter 231 - 125: The Arrival of the Daoist
Chapter 231: Chapter 125: The Arrival of the Daoist
「Book Collection Martial Pavilion.」
Su Chen returned to the seventy-seventh and final floor, sat on a bamboo chair, and spoke slowly.
"Come out."
A young man jumped down from the top of a bookshelf. Clad in a silver robe, he had an extraordinary air about him. He remained silent, merely cupping his hands toward Su Chen in respectful gratitude.
"Thank you, Elder Chu, for rescuing me from the Celestial Prison..." Prince Xue began.
"I’m not the one who saved you."
Su Chen shook his head, his gaze instead falling upon the shadow at Prince Xue’s feet.
’Strange!’
He couldn’t see even a flicker of Zhuo’s Longevity Fire!
That was why he hadn’t noticed Zhuo, even though he was right there before him.
Zhuo was already dead.
He was now a wandering soul, devoid of consciousness, relying solely on instinct to move his body and wield his former Magic to accomplish certain tasks.
After rescuing Snow, Zhuo had simply tossed him into the Book Collection Martial Pavilion.
Perhaps it was because he had sensed Su Chen’s familiar aura.
’It’s just... who are you, exactly?’
Looking at Prince Xue’s face, Su Chen felt an increasing sense of familiarity, yet he just couldn’t place it.
He decided not to dwell on it.
He continued drinking tea and reading his book.
His lifespan was endless, and he was a Ten Sounds Extreme Realm Demon Dragon. As long as he remained alive, he was destined to grow into a terrifying True Dragon capable of upending the entire Mountain Sea Realm!
"If you weren’t the one who saved me, Elder, then why am I here?"
Prince Xue was confused, but he didn’t press the issue.
He was a smart man who knew his place.
And so, inside the Library Pavilion, the two of them read their books in silence, treating each other with polite distance.
Meanwhile, outside the Library Pavilion, a massive storm had erupted.
The Crown Prince was still the Regent, and his power had grown even greater. He was practically no different from the true Emperor; even the Foundation Establishment Ancestors of the Royal Race had to greet him with ingratiating smiles.
This was because the esteemed White-clothed Daoist was none other than the Daoist of the Profound Celestial Sect, who hailed from Crown Prince Yi’s maternal clan.
"Search!"
"Search house by house!"
"We can’t let a single Extreme Realm Cultivator slip through the cracks..."
The Heavenly Peeping Skill couldn’t uncover the truth behind the death of the Foundation Establishment guard.
However, it could detect the traces of two desiccated corpses outside the Imperial City—victims who had been preyed upon by an Extreme Realm Cultivator.
And so, the Elegant Sword Immortal personally took action. Using his Heavenly Peeping Skill, he actually managed to pinpoint the whereabouts of the Extreme Cultivators. He then led troops throughout the Imperial City, hunting down and exterminating the hidden Extreme Cultivators, causing a massive uproar.
「Deep within the Imperial Palace.」
The Old Emperor’s face was livid.
"Damn it all!"
"In just another half a month, I would have uncovered the location of that hidden place..."
"But of all times, a Core Formation Master had to arrive, and the Confucian Sword Immortal at that!"
’I can’t pretend to be sick anymore.’
That day, by a rockery in the Imperial Palace, a Spirit Tree blossomed and bore a single fruit. A Eunuch presented the fruit to the Old Emperor on his sickbed, and just like that, the Old Emperor was cured.
On the condition that Prince Xue be beheaded, Crown Prince Yi relinquished his position as Regent.
The Old Emperor once again presided over the imperial court.
However, when the day of the execution arrived, the guard of the Celestial Prison could only stammer before the empty cell, unable to utter a single word to the Executioner who had come to collect the prisoner.
Prince Xue had escaped!
And so, the furious Crown Prince Yi, wanting to vent his anger, threatened to move against the three thousand retainers of Prince Xue’s household to force him out of hiding.
"Elder, I beg you, let me out."
It was on this day that Prince Xue, having gotten word from somewhere, found Su Chen with bloodshot eyes.
"To get yourself killed?"
Su Chen glanced up at him.
Then, he went back to reading his book.
However, not long after, he found he could no longer read.
Because Prince Xue had slowly collapsed, unconscious.
In his place, a black mist began to swirl, and from it, a pair of scarlet eyes materialized.
"Let him out!"
Zhuo had appeared!
At this, Su Chen finally set down his book. He looked at the muddled, dazed Zhuo, and it all clicked into place. He suddenly remembered why, even in this stupefied state, Zhuo’s instincts still drove him to protect the young man before him.
"Zhuo."
’He must be very important to Void, mustn’t he?’
Su Chen murmured to himself.
At these words, a flicker of confusion appeared in Zhuo’s scarlet eyes.
’Void... Who is that?’
’Why does hearing that name bring such a feeling of warmth?’
’And Zhuo... who is that?’
’Is that... me?’