Chapter 238 - 128: The Death of the Confucian Sword Immortal
Chapter 238: Chapter 128: The Death of the Confucian Sword Immortal
Su Chen was unaware of everything happening within the World in the Palm.
In the Book Collection Martial Pavilion.
He was busy with his own affairs.
That patch of medicinal field, nourished by the Longevity Blood, had turned as black as ink and faintly emanated an extraordinary aura. In his hand, Su Chen held a Storage Bag containing a large number of spirit medicine seeds.
These all came from the stashes of Chu Shan and Yun Hu, two cultivators at Qi Cultivation Perfection.
’Spring is here.’
’Time for planting, too.’
Su Chen deftly tilled the soil, planted the Spirit Seeds, and waited for them to grow.
After all, if there was one thing he didn’t lack, it was time.
Hundred-Year Spirit Medicine.
Thousand-Year Spirit Medicine.
As soon as the spirit medicine seeds sprouted, it would be time for Su Chen to harvest them.
’Has it been forty years?’
Gazing at the medicinal field, Su Chen felt a sense of dissociation. It was as if he were back at the Great Liang Book Collection Pavilion. Back then, he also had a medicinal field and watched over a pavilion full of books. The only difference was that the person serving him now was Prince Xue.
Unfortunately, forty years had passed, and while things remained, people had changed.
As time went on, Su Chen found himself alone once more.
At that moment, Prince Xue was pacing anxiously near Su Chen, looking as if he wanted to say something but was hesitating.
Finally, he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
"Mr. Chu, that Nine-Life Celestial Pride caused such a huge disturbance—raiding the execution grounds, defeating a Daoist... Will the Confucian Sword Immortal really let the matter rest?"
"If this Celestial Pride dies because of me..."
"I will never find peace in this life..."
Hearing this, Su Chen looked over at him. In Prince Xue’s eyes, he saw nothing but sincere concern.
At that moment, Su Chen recalled the sighs of the Innate Realm experts at the execution grounds.
’A kind and sincere person can’t be an emperor, nor can they hold onto a throne!’
’Perhaps it was a good thing that Prince Xue was out of the running.’
’Though Crown Prince Yi is a good-for-nothing, he’s ruthless enough—heartless and treacherous. A man like that won’t be a good emperor, but at least he’s made of the right stuff to be one.’
"There’s no need to worry."
"The Confucian Sword Immortal, no, the Profound Celestial Sect, and even the Five Great Sects of the Eastern Domain, can’t be bothered with such trivial matters."
Su Chen explained as he drank his tea, sitting on a bamboo chair and basking in the sun, looking utterly content.
On his Profound Robe, a fifth dragon slowly manifested.
The more Dragon Qi he possessed, the faster he could devour the unclaimed fortune hovering over the Daqi Imperial Capital.
Before long, Su Chen would have his ten Dragon Patterns.
Then, it would be time to prepare for Foundation Establishment.
"The Five Great Sects only have one Daoist per generation. He was defeated just like that, and you call it a small matter?"
"It ought to be a world-shaking event."
Prince Xue didn’t understand.
But Su Chen didn’t explain. He simply gazed toward a place deep within the Imperial Palace, where a world-shaking battle had once erupted, completely unknown to anyone.
’Compared to what the Extreme Cultivators were plotting in Chu Shan’s memories... the defeat of a single Daoist—let alone his death—was utterly insignificant.’
’The winds are rising.’
’The world is about to fall into chaos.’
’But it’s not just the mortal world that will be thrown into turmoil. It’s also the Mountain Sea Realm, which has known peace for millennia...’
A gentle breeze swept past.
And one day, sooner or later, that breeze would gather into a monstrous tidal wave with world-destroying might.
「Outside the Imperial City.」
The Confucian Sword Immortal had fled for a thousand miles but still hadn’t crossed the borders of Daqi Country when he could run no further.
His expression grew grim. He looked into the distance, an inscrutable emotion coalescing in his eyes—it looked like the resolve to face death.
"Master, what’s wrong?!"
"What in the world happened? Why are you in such a rush?"
Jiang Baiyi didn’t understand. What in all of Daqi Country could possibly threaten his master, the Confucian Sword Immortal? After all, even among Core Formation Great Cultivators, his master was a preeminent figure with a solid foundation and profound resources.
"Baiyi, Master can’t take you any further."
"From here on, you must walk the path alone."
"Remember."
"Head straight north and don’t look back! Tell the Sect that a terrible catastrophe is about to strike! It’s in the Daqi Imperial Capital! Tell them to come at once!"
The Confucian Sword Immortal clapped Jiang Baiyi heavily on the shoulder, as if giving his final testament.
He didn’t dare speak of the secrets involved to his disciple, who was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm. Otherwise, with his enemy’s Divine Techniques, they could use his words as a medium to cast a spell. Killing a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator with a curse would be as easy as flipping a palm.
But no matter what, he had to intercept the approaching enemy and find some way, any way, to get word of this back to the Profound Celestial Sect.
Even if it meant... dying!
"Master..."
Jiang Baiyi wanted to say more.
"Go!"
The Confucian Sword Immortal untied the sword from his waist and shouted.
"Speed!"
Instantly.
The Flying Sword shot into the sky, enveloped Jiang Baiyi, and carried him away, vanishing a thousand miles into the distance in a single flash.
"Heh heh."
"Impressive."
"I went to all the trouble of setting up this Array, and you still managed to send one of them away."
"Just as expected of the renowned Confucian Sword Immortal!"
A hearty laugh rang out.
A figure in an ink-black robe appeared, striding through the Void. With each step, ripples of black Dao Charm materialized in his wake.
The moment he arrived, a Grand Array activated.
A terrifying pressure, like mountains and seas, crashed down hard upon the Confucian Sword Immortal.
But the pressure of the Grand Array was nothing compared to the shock in his heart.
"How could it be you?"
"Zhuo!"
"I thought you’d been in seclusion ever since you returned from the Celestial War Battlefield!"
"When did you become a lapdog for the Extreme Cultivators?!"
the Confucian Sword Immortal demanded, his voice filled with fury as he questioned his friend.
But the Zhuo before him merely looked puzzled, then broke into an even heartier laugh.
"Hahahaha!"
"Interesting. So you know the original owner of this body."
"Tell me."
"Could it be that your friend never actually made it back alive from the Celestial War Battlefield? The one who returned to the Demon Profound Sect... was actually me! Soul Void Master, one of the Seven Demon Sons of the Godless Organization."