Chapter 160: Chapter 98: Young Hegemon

This sword strike sundered vitality and the Soul Spirit.

He was dead.

His body remained.

But his soul had long since scattered to the winds.

Before long,

even his body was gone.

The Yaksha Ghost dissolved into a cloud of ash, scattering on the wind, drifting toward the distant Cyan Mountain and faraway rivers...

The sweep of this blade tore through the grim Ghostly Realm. It split this land in two: one side teemed with vitality, its flowers in full bloom; the other was a wasteland of withered plants, the soil like sand.

「Third Year of Xuanlong.」

The Yaksha Ghost emerged.

Its powerful form, soaring through the sky, had intimidated Su Chen and taught him the power of the Immortal Path.

Back then,

he was only a First Grade, barely able to slay a First Realm Grandmaster.

The Yaksha Ghost, on the other hand, was a Sub-Innate, a High Tier Qi Cultivation Immortal who could have killed him with a flick of its wrist.

At that time,

he was but an ant before the Yaksha Ghost, an insect that could be crushed underfoot.

Eight years passed.

It was now the Eleventh Year of Xuanlong.

He was still First Grade.

The Yaksha Ghost was still a High Tier Qi Cultivation Immortal.

But now,

it was nothing more than another soul claimed by his blade.

"Things are not what they used to be."

Su Chen stood, sword in hand. Having drunk its fill of blood, the fissures on its blade now coated in the Yaksha Ghost’s gore, the sword seemed to hum with joy.

The Dust-Washing Sword had birthed a Spirit.

At this moment,

it was now an Immortal Treasure.

Su Chen left.

Without the Yaksha Ghost, no matter how vast their army or how great the power of Old Zhou, they wouldn’t dare take a single step into the Imperial City, even if they conquered the rest of the world.

Because he did not permit it.

It was as simple as that.

In the distance,

the three hundred thousand soldiers of Old Zhou fell silent.

Their once-surging morale, mighty as mountains and seas, had vanished without a trace.

Inside the war chariot,

Sikong remained silent for a long time.

"Surprised?"

A young man’s voice came from behind Sikong.

"Yes."

"And no."

"Has the Wind Snow Sword Immortal ever been short on cultivation miracles?"

Sikong smiled.

His smile was carefree.

Beside him, the embodiment of the people’s resentment, which had taken the form of the Flame Emperor, was also smiling.

"Do it."

"Perhaps."

"You were right."

Sikong removed his formal robes and walked calmly toward the sharp blade in the young man’s hand.

"This war began with me, and so it shall end with me."

"Do it."

"The Zhou People must have a path to survival..."

「That night.」

Three hundred thousand soldiers camped ten li outside the Imperial City.

A young man, carrying a wooden box, rode alone into the Imperial City on a swift horse. With swordplay reminiscent of wind and rain, he swept aside all who blocked his path.

He broke through the Palace Gate and stormed the Imperial Palace. Not even a Grandmaster could withstand a single strike from his sword.

In the end,

the young man stopped before the Library Pavilion.

He pushed the doors open and walked in.

Inside,

a young Imperial Physician was brewing medicine.

Nearby,

a figure in a simple cyan robe watched him with rapt attention.

"Are you lost?"

the young Imperial Physician asked, looking at the young man in the Black Dragon Robe.

Behind the young man in the Black Dragon Robe,

Imperial Guards and cultivation Grandmasters followed furiously, their swords drawn, the air thick with tension.

The young man, however, paid them no mind.

"I’m not lost."

"This is the place."

"I’m waiting for someone."

The young man smiled. His gaze swept over the graceful figure in cyan before he sat at a stone table and poured three cups of unrefined wine.

"Who?"

"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal."

"He’s long gone from here."

"Then I’ll wait!"

"And if he never comes?"

"I’ll keep waiting! The three hundred thousand soldiers will not enter the Imperial City, but they will not leave, either. They will blockade the rivers and intercept caravans on the roads..."

"What do you mean?"

The Imperial Physician stopped brewing his medicine and scrutinized the young man.

"I want..."

"him to make me emperor."

"I..."

"Perhaps..."

"am the very world-conquering sovereign he has been searching for!"

The young man was smiling.

On the stone table,

he pushed a cup of unrefined wine toward the young Imperial Physician.

Under the sun,

this young man had a pair of eyes that shone like colored glass.

"Jie..."

The Imperial Physician seemed to be in a daze.

His name was Xu Ge.

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