Chapter 162: Chapter 99: Killing Fisherman (Part 2)

"I knew Ning Ye was no match for the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, but I never expected him to fall so quickly."

"To die to a single sword strike like that..."

Great Yu Yue rubbed his brow and sighed.

Originally, he was merely wary of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal. If he had chosen to act, killing him would have been as easy as flipping his palm.

He didn’t want to expend his own longevity, so he cultivated a rival for the Wind Snow Sword Immortal: the second peerless immortal, the inheritor of the Ten Extremes, the Black Lotus.

He didn’t expect the Black Lotus to kill the Wind Snow Sword Immortal. It would have been enough if he could just keep him occupied.

But now...

He felt the Wind Snow Sword Immortal was getting out of control.

"Perhaps..."

’It really wasn’t the Heavenly Secret Pavilion’s fault.’

’Instead... he’s truly a First Grade...’

’...an Extreme Realm... practitioner...’

As Great Yu Yue considered this possibility, even he—the peak cultivator of the Royal Race, at the Tenth Layer of the Immortal Path, the inheritor of the Ten Extremes—felt his heart palpitate and his very soul tremble.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

An Extreme Realm Cultivator... Even in the true Human World, they are few and far between, with only one appearing in an entire era.

How could this little world in the palm of a hand, this broken remnant of the Human World, possibly give birth to such a legendary True Dragon?

"Who will go and kill him?"

Though Great Yu Yue asked the question aloud, his gaze was fixed on the only Great Yu Innate Great Realm cultivator present.

"Great Yu Yue!"

"If you want me to die, you can just say so."

"Farewell!"

The Innate Great Realm cultivator’s expression changed drastically. Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned and walked away.

He was only slightly stronger than Ning Ye.

That sword strike.

Perhaps some in the Innate Great Realm could have blocked it.

But he was definitely not one of them.

The silence in the room deepened.

"In that case,"

"Then let the lands be unified. Let it draw down Heaven’s wrath, and let Heaven itself kill him."

On this day, Emperor Long emerged from the Heaven-Ascension Tower. He made his way to the Library Pavilion to negotiate with the youth.

Outside the Library Pavilion, soldiers in armor stood like mountains and seas, surrounding the building completely.

"Hah!"

"The Great Yu Royal Family wants to make me their emperor? And do it in the name of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal?"

Inside the Library Pavilion, the youth was sipping tea and gazing at the moon. When he heard the proposition, he was not only unmoved but openly scornful.

His expression seemed to say, ’And you think you’re worthy?’

"You may go," the youth stated.

"What?"

Emperor Long felt he must have misheard.

"I represent the foundation of Great Yu. Even Demon Mountain shows us respect. We are offering to make you emperor."

"You... had best not be ungrateful."

Emperor Long’s expression turned cold.

"Is that so?"

"In my eyes, your approval is meaningless. If I truly wished to seize the throne and rule the world, do you think anyone could stop me?"

"I simply wish to mend the regrets of the past, to have *him* acknowledge me with his own words."

The youth was smiling.

He was still drinking his tea.

It was as if nothing in the world mattered more than a single word of approval from that man.

"You’re courting death."

"Fine! You will die for this, and the Wind Snow Sword Immortal will die too!"

"You bunch of reckless mortal cultivators!"

"What’s there to be so arrogant about?"

Emperor Long flew into a rage, stamping his feet and cursing.

But Emperor Long, a Grandmaster of the Third Realm, failed to notice a pair of blood-red eyes open within the shadow at the youth’s feet.

Soon, the area fell silent once more.

That night, the gates of the Library Pavilion remained shut. No one emerged, but the medicinal herb garden had grown much more fertile.

"’Why must they seek death?’"

Jie murmured, setting down a shovel and wiping his soil-caked hands.

In a corner, Lady Shui was trembling uncontrollably.

She recognized that youthful face.

In Great Zhou.

At the Black Abyss Headquarters.

She had seen it before. Inside an ice coffin lay the corpse of a youth with the exact same face, only lacking those brilliant, glass-like eyes.

Vaguely, she remembered hearing someone say it once.

It was the physical body of the first Sect Leader of the Black Abyss. During the Heavenly Fall Era, his soul had been obliterated by the Ten Extremes Skill, leaving behind only an empty shell to be enshrined and worshipped with incense at the headquarters.

’I have to warn Xu Ge. This place is dangerous. He can’t come here again...’

Lady Shui carefully tried to make her way back to the top floor.

But she ran right into the youth.

"You recognize this body?"

"In that case..."

"...it could cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

"Go to sleep now."

"And forget."

The youth whispered.

...

「Imperial Palace.」

Seven days passed in deceptive calm.

The people in the Imperial Palace were utterly helpless against the youth in the Great Zhou Black Dragon Robe who occupied the Library Pavilion.

Even the Celestial Alliance remained in seclusion, refusing to get involved.

He was a Sub-Innate. Unless the hidden masters of Great Yu themselves took action, no one in the world could control him.

Instead, someone spread the youth’s words, and soon, the entire Imperial City learned it was now an isolated city.

No food shipments, no merchant caravans!

No one could reach the Imperial City unless they possessed peerless cultivation!

The entire populace of the Imperial City began to frantically hoard grain and supplies.

The already-inflated price of grain began to fluctuate wildly, changing multiple times a day.

Cultivators could still manage.

As long as they didn’t expend their blood and Qi, they could survive on their True Qi for a month without food or water. But the city was mostly populated by ordinary mortals who couldn’t cultivate.

Before long, the Imperial City began showing signs of an impending food shortage.

Great change was quickly followed by great chaos.

Rumor had it that one night, amidst the chaos of riots and food looting, an entire noble household in the Imperial City was slaughtered.

The killer.

He was a fisherman.

Clad in a straw raincoat, he stood in the blood-soaked courtyard, dropped his blade, and surrendered without a fight.

His public execution was scheduled for today.

The Imperial Hospital was abuzz with discussion about the event.

"A commoner killing an official? He deserves to die!"

"Using the chaos as a cover for murder... he’s pure evil. A good killing!"

"Even if he had a grievance, he should have reported it to the authorities, not taken the law into his own hands! It serves him right to be executed!"

They all voiced their approval.

After all, they were all officials themselves. Although their ranks were low, they easily identified with the victim’s status.

Su Chen wasn’t interested in any of it.

He didn’t go to the Library Pavilion.

Chen Xuan had come to see him.

He was still dressed in his Blue Robe, his eyes red and swollen as if from crying. The injuries he’d sustained a few days prior had yet to fully heal. He carried a jug of wine and sought out Su Chen.

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