Chapter 170: Chapter 102: But I Have No Heart

"I will go there myself and send him to the ancestral lands of the Zhu Country Imperial Mausoleum. There, I will slay the heavens."

"From Cyan Mountain, he watched Great Liang vanish like smoke and saw the New Dynasty rise like a gathering storm. It is time for him to return home and truly rest."

Su Chen spoke.

He looked at the Xuanyuan Treasure Tree.

The Treasure Tree swayed, its lush canopy blooming amidst the snowy landscape. It bore a coat of silver snow, dancing in the wind—a scene as beautiful as a painting.

The wind danced, stirring the hair of the two men in the courtyard.

"Good!"

"I’ll be waiting for you."

"Once you’ve slain the heavens, I will treat you to the finest wine."

Void left.

The Black Dragon Emperor’s Chariot slowly departed into the distance.

Su Chen rose to see him off, watching him disappear from sight.

In this small courtyard stood two young men who seemed to have no sense of their own limits. One proclaimed he would slay the heavens that had once crushed the Great Yu Immortal Ancestor, the strongest of all Qi Cultivation Immortals.

The other was even more audacious. He intended to end the terrifying Immortals who were to descend, even if they included those at the Foundation Establishment Dao Platform.

So arrogant!

So proud!

But they believed they could do it.

"Your Majesty has come to see the Lazy Imperial Physician again."

Watching the Emperor’s Chariot depart, the Imperial Physicians and Medical Officers who had knelt on the ground to see him off finally dared to rise. They looked at Su Chen with envy.

In the Daqian Dynasty, the only one to receive such favor from the Black Dragon Emperor was the Lazy Imperial Physician.

This remained true despite the other talents that emerged this year. There was a young Daoist, a peerless prodigy, who traveled to the lands of the Old Zhou and, at seventeen, swept through all below the Grandmaster Realm in the Seven Sects.

There was a young Swordsman, just nineteen, who used a folded leaf as a blade to defeat a Grandmaster while only at the First Grade, earning a reputation for talent that rivaled the Wind Snow Sword Immortal’s.

And there was Daqian’s newly appointed Marquis, a Sub-Innate of the new era who conquered in all directions for the Emperor, swept Demon Fiends from the lands, and established the Demon Suppression Department, pressuring Demon Mountain so intensely it could barely breathe.

Despite all these dazzling figures, none had earned much favor from the Black Dragon Emperor. It seemed as if all of his smiles were reserved for this unremarkable, non-cultivating Lazy Imperial Physician.

Time passed slowly.

Void was busy managing court affairs, supporting the cultivation of commoner officials who had risen through imperial examinations in order to counterbalance the officials from Noble Clans.

As the Three Fortunes erupted, First-Grade masters began to pop up like mushrooms after rain, and a thirty-year-old Grandmaster even emerged.

Void needed to win them over as well.

He had to ensure the world’s situation remained under the Daqian Dynasty’s control, and that the Three Sects and Seven Religions, as well as the Noble Clans, continued to submit.

He was incredibly busy.

He no longer had many chances to visit Su Chen at the Imperial Hospital.

He remained busy for an entire year.

「Second Year of Daqian.」

「The second month.」

The transition between winter and spring.

No.

Or rather...

There was no longer a spring.

Ever since the completion of the three Grand First-Grade Ceremonies had opened the path to the Extreme Dao Grandmaster Realm, the winter snow had never ceased.

In the Human World, it was always winter.

The snow fell without end.

From the time of Zhou and Liang to the Daqian of today.

’What is this sword missing?’

’Annihilation and Vitality.’

’This is the embryonic form of a sword that ascends to the Immortal Dao.’

’I want to merge the intent of the second sword into it, but it doesn’t fit.’

’So, what is it that’s still missing?’

It had been almost three years for Su Chen.

He had not drawn his sword once.

He was still polishing this third sword in his heart.

But something was still lacking.

「Library Pavilion.」

On this day, Su Chen was brewing medicine for Lady Shui as usual.

The Immortal Skill she had used to change her appearance and memories took a heavy toll on her lifespan. This, combined with the eruption of the Three Fortunes and its own effect on longevity, meant that even with Treasure Medicines extending her life, Lady Shui was nearing her end.

COUGH, COUGH...

A violent coughing fit erupted.

Lady Shui was no longer wearing her usual cyan dress. Instead, she was adorned in clothes as fiery as a flame. For the first time in all these years, she was being herself again.

She was Lady Shui, and she loved the color of fiery red.

Perhaps sensing that her lifespan was running out, she had put on heavy, vibrant makeup, appearing as enchanting as a blood-red flower blooming in a snowy night.

On this day, she was beautiful.

In the snow, under the bright moon, before Su Chen’s eyes, she danced gracefully, revealing her slender figure and captivating moves.

"Am I beautiful?"

She asked, gazing infatuatedly at Su Chen.

"The medicine is almost ready."

Su Chen avoided her gaze.

He was still brewing the medicine.

This pot of medicine incorporated research from the director and the Imperial Physicians in the forbidden area of the Imperial Hospital. It should be able to extend her life by a fair amount.

"Xu Ge, marry me."

"I don’t have much time left."

"At least, before I die, I want to tell you how I feel..."

Su Chen felt a soft, warm, and fragrant body press against him from behind, her arms wrapping around him.

She spoke with a desperate longing.

No one had ever been so good to her.

All these years,

she had longed for Su Chen’s love.

SIGH...

Su Chen sighed.

’This day has finally come, after all.’

In response,

his only reply was silence.

"Lady Shui..."

Su Chen began to speak.

It was the first time in all these years that Su Chen had called her by her name. Lady Shui looked at him with anticipation, her eyes filled with a water-like tenderness.

But in the next instant,

Lady Shui felt as if she had been plunged into a wintry hell.

"You should go."

"Go travel the Jianghu."

"You’ve been cultivating all this time, haven’t you?"

"Go be my Cyan Sparrow. Go and do the things she always wanted to do."

"In her name..."

Cold.

An incomparable cold.

Lady Shui stumbled backward, falling into the snow. The cold on her body was nothing compared to the ice in her heart.

After a long while,

silence fell over the Library Pavilion.

The last veil of decorum had been torn away.

So that was it.

’All these years, his kindness toward me was because of this face, because of this so-called Cyan Sparrow, and not for me.’

’So that’s how it was...’

Her voice grew hoarse.

Tears streamed down her face.

But...

what truly pained her was...

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