Chapter 233 - 126: Master, Save Me
Chapter 233: Chapter 126: Master, Save Me
"Tributor Chu is willing to help me?"
"But."
"Tributor Chu has always kept to himself in the Book Collection Martial Pavilion, never getting involved in worldly affairs. Yet he’s actually willing to help me..."
Prince Xue’s face was filled with suspicion.
’But if a Tributor at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer takes action, perhaps some of my friends can be saved.’
"Clear out a plot for a medicinal field for me."
"This bookshelf here, move it over there."
"Then."
"Clear this area and plant a sapling..."
Su Chen ordered Prince Xue about.
In response, Prince Xue, though half-doubting and half-believing, did as he was told.
Soon.
The first floor of the Book Collection Martial Pavilion was completely transformed. A corner had been dug out, creating the beginnings of a medicinal field. A Silver Radiance Tree had even been added. Unfortunately, for some reason, the Hibiscus Flower could not survive in this Mountain Sea Realm, so Su Chen had to substitute it with a similar-looking plant.
If an old acquaintance from the Palm of the Human World were here, they would surely realize that the small courtyard of the Book Collection Martial Pavilion was nearly a perfect replica of the Library Pavilion from their world.
’It’s similar... far too similar...’
In the courtyard, Su Chen stood still, staring at this place that was a ninety percent match for the Library Pavilion, feeling a sense of dissociation.
After a long while.
He let out a sigh.
’Unfortunately, no matter how similar it is, it’s not my Library Pavilion.’
’The years have passed.’
’Old friends have long since vanished.’
’The Library Pavilion has become a Library Pavilion of memory, one that will never exist again.’
"Tributor Chu, my friends..." Prince Xue said hesitantly.
’Tributor Chu is only at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Layer. If he gets involved in this, even if he succeeds, he’ll inevitably offend Crown Prince Yi, who has the White-clothed Daoist of the Profound Celestial Sect for a backer. His future prospects would be grim. But I have no other choice.’
’Those three thousand retainers are all friends he treated with utmost sincerity.’
’If possible...’
’...he would even be willing to trade his own life for theirs.’
"Tributor Chu, you can hand me over."
"That way, no one will get hurt..."
After long consideration, Prince Xue made his decision and gave a bitter smile.
’It’s only death, after all.’
’For an illegitimate son of the Royal Race like him, born of a Palace Maid, to have made it this far was already the end of the road.’
’He was just filled with so much hatred.’
’Hatred for the tyranny of the Profound Celestial Sect!’
’Hatred for his own powerlessness!’
’If one day I can hold a sword in hand and wield imperial power, I will make Daqi truly reign over the Human World, to be the master of all under heaven! We will no longer be treated like playthings, manipulated and toyed with by these Immortal and Demon Sects...’
Prince Xue clenched his fists.
BUZZ!
At that moment, high above the Imperial Capital of Daqi Country, the nation’s destiny—drifting and unattached, with no Dynasty to anchor it—began to tremble violently.
"Hm?"
Su Chen’s eyes narrowed.
Then, he acted without a moment’s hesitation. On his Profound Robe were four Dragon Patterns, each one capable of suppressing and killing a Daoist of the Foundation Establishment Post Realm.
Now, he unhesitatingly sacrificed one Dragon Pattern, sending it surging into the nation’s destiny to suppress it completely.
BANG!
Above the Imperial Capital.
"What just happened?"
"The nation’s destiny seemed to tremble for a moment."
"Something isn’t right."
"Could it have been an illusion..."
The Confucian Sword Immortal looked bewildered.
Equally bewildered was the Extreme Cultivation Emperor, who was also a Core Formation Master.
Destiny was a thing of profound mystery.
Only those at Foundation Establishment and above could perceive it.
Just now, he had seen it clearly: the nation’s destiny had indeed trembled. It was as if a Dynasty had been born in that instant, and Daqi’s destiny was about to pledge its allegiance. If it had truly succeeded, the unowned destinies of the thousand mortal kingdoms in the Eastern Domain would have followed suit.
At that time, the event would have been truly world-shaking!
Because an Immortal Immortal Dynasty would have been born.
This was also the event that the Five Great Sects feared most.
"A pity."
"It was just an illusion."
"Otherwise, if an Immortal Dynasty had been born... tsk tsk, the Five Great Sects would have had quite a show to watch."
The Old Emperor cackled strangely.
「In the Book Collection Martial Pavilion.」
"What did you just do?"
Su Chen looked at Snow.
’If he hadn’t acted so quickly, the two Core Formation Masters from the Imperial Palace would have already descended upon the Book Collection Martial Pavilion.’
"What?"
Prince Xue was completely bewildered.
"Forget it."
"It’s not important anymore."
That night, Su Chen left, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
For the first time, he stepped out of the Book Collection Martial Pavilion.
It was also this night that Crown Prince Yi would be at the execution grounds, ready to personally lop off the heads of the three thousand retainers from Prince Snow’s Mansion, one by one.
Since he had made a promise to Zhuo, Su Chen would naturally handle the matter properly.
He was determined to save the three thousand retainers.
’There’s a Core Formation Great Cultivator in the Imperial City, so I need to make this quick.’
’I have to stop this beheading from proceeding.’
Su Chen mused.
In an instant, his Tree Whiskers surged.
He transformed into the image of the Black Lotus Saint, but quickly decided against it. ’It’s not appropriate,’ he thought. ’For two prodigies of the Nine Innate Life-taking Times to appear at once would be too conspicuous.’
Instead, Su Chen reverted to his original form: clad in the Muddy World Profound Robe, with the bearing of an immortal youth.
"It’s going to rain."
"Let’s make this quick."
At that moment, Su Chen stepped onto the execution grounds, shrouded in the night.
「Imperial City.」
「Beheading Platform.」
Armored soldiers patrolled the area, while Forbidden Guards stood in formation on either side, creating an atmosphere as grim as a prison.
Three thousand retainers—not one more, not one less—were all bound hand and foot. They wore shackles that suppressed cultivation, kneeling in a dense, dark mass in the center of the Beheading Platform.
"Hurry it up."
"I’m waiting to go to sleep."
"This Prince Snow, if he has any brains at all, won’t possibly come back."
The White-clothed Daoist yawned, speaking with an air of annoyance.
’This clan brother of mine really is a good-for-nothing.’
’With me here...’
’...how would Prince Xue dare to raid the execution grounds!’
’In this Imperial City...’
’...when it comes to cultivation, my master, the Confucian Sword Immortal, is first, and I, the White-clothed Daoist, am second.’
’Even if Prince Xue brings more helpers, they wouldn’t be enough to withstand a single slash of my sword! If someone really dares to help Prince Xue raid the execution ground, I can only say... that person is truly tired of living.’