Chapter 37: Chapter 36: I Won’t Change My Name

One hundred feet of wind and snow coalesced into a single sword. Though it couldn’t compare to the terrifying might of that powerful First Supervisor—who could command the very skies of wind and snow to forge a world-toppling blade—it was still enough to alarm the entire Imperial Palace.

Killing foes by borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth!

This was a technique only those of the First Grade could wield.

In that instant, the Imperial Palace erupted.

Countless powerful Hidden Guards and experts from the Imperial Guard roared in alarm.

"Enemy attack!"

"A First-Grade Minor Grandmaster is attacking!"

"Quick, go to the Tianwu Tower and request the First-Grade Minor Grandmaster!"

It was no wonder these Hidden Guards and Imperial Guard experts were so terrified, their courage shattered. After all, serving in the Great Liang Imperial Palace was a perilous duty.

From the Year of Tianluan to the Tenth Year of Jianwu, the Great Liang Imperial Palace had been breached by First-Grade Experts a full three times. The last incursion was especially dire: a venerable Purple Robe, a man whose power overshadowed the world and who was hailed as the number one Junior Grandmaster, led half of Great Liang’s First-Grade Minor Grandmasters in an assault on the Tianwu Tower, an act that nearly toppled the dynasty.

’This wisp of Wind Snow True Intent?’

’Heh.’

In the Tianwu Tower, the ancient, decrepit figure of the Purple Robe wore a strange expression.

If not for the fact that he had no disciples and had never left the Tianwu Tower, he might have thought he himself was the one who had just unleashed that Wind Snow Sword.

’I clearly never taught them a single thing, yet they managed to crudely imitate thirty percent of the basics of my Wind Snow True Intent on their own...’

’Tsk, tsk.’

’What a Demon.’

’Even the Grand Ancestor of Liang back in his day couldn’t have done this, I’d wager.’

The Tianwu Tower was desolate and empty.

Aside from a massive suspended coffin, his was the only figure of a First-Grade Minor Grandmaster left standing.

Great Liang had no reserves left.

He was the only First-Grade expert remaining.

"A First-Grade is attacking!"

"We humbly beseech Lord Purple Robe to come out of seclusion and save the nation!"

Four figures in red robes arrived in a panic, already scared out of their wits.

In response, from within the Tianwu Tower, the aged Purple Robe offered but a single word.

"Scram!"

The might of that single word drew upon the Power of Heaven and Earth. The sky-spanning wind and snow boiled, converged, and rushed forward. The four Second-Grade Experts were powerless to resist it, sent flying back in disgrace.

’Damn it!’

’What’s he so arrogant for!’

’Sooner or later, I’ll make even First-Grade Minor Grandmasters kneel at my feet, willing to serve as my loyal hounds and falcons...’

The young emperor, parting the carriage curtain, happened to witness this scene. He gnashed his teeth, flung his sleeve, and commanded in a fury,

"Change course!"

"Quickly, go and get Master Chu!"

This invading First-Grade Minor Grandmaster had to be dealt with properly. Otherwise, the truth that Great Liang no longer had the Grand Ancestor of Liang—that Grandmaster Great Demon Fiend—would surely be exposed.

At that point, even if it wasn’t fully exposed, merely arousing the suspicion of the neighboring Great Zhou would be a world-shaking catastrophe.

Great Liang already had millions of refugees, Three Commanderies had declared independence and rebelled, and the three great border generals no longer heeded orders or summons. In just ten short years, the throne had changed hands four times, finally landing on him, the Little Emperor. The imperial authority could not withstand another heavy blow.

...

...

「At this moment.」

In the Imperial Case Library, Su Chen was still unaware that his actions had been mistaken for an invasion by a First-Grade Minor Grandmaster, throwing the entire Imperial Palace into an uproar and scaring countless experts out of their wits.

’This is a bit troublesome.’

’This is why I didn’t want to use my full strength to kill a Second Grade!’

’The traces of the Wind Snow Sword are too obvious. As soon as that Purple Robe appears, he’ll be able to recognize me and guess that I’m hiding in the Imperial Palace...’

Su Chen rubbed the bridge of his nose, pondering how to cover his tracks. He finally saw flickering silhouettes on the distant palace roofs, accompanied by the clang of armor.

’Forget it!’

’I’ll just muddy the waters!’

「In the next instant.」

After taking the Cultivation Technique Fragment and the Life-taking Secret Technique from Mum Xuan’s body, Su Chen’s skin instantly turned a lustrous gold. Activating the Eighteen Golden Body Technique, he rapidly swelled from a thin man in black into a giant golden figure and violently smashed through several pillars of the Document Library.

BOOM!

Amidst the swirling snow, the Document Library collapsed with a deafening roar.

"Damnable thief!"

"How dare you be so arrogant in the Imperial Palace! Do you really think Great Liang has no one left?"

One after another, the Hidden Guards and Imperial Guard experts cursed furiously, but their bodies were very honest. Not a single one dared to step forward; instead, they quietly tried to retreat behind their comrades.

’What a joke!’

’The person in the Document Library is a First-Grade Minor Grandmaster.’

’If you’re not First Grade, going in there is suicide!’

The Great Liang Royal Family was so powerful, with a three-hundred-year foundation, yet hadn’t they been raided at will by First-Grade Minor Grandmasters three times in ten years?

BOOM!

The next moment, a black figure burst out from the ruins of the Document Library, breaking straight through the encirclement.

"Hahaha!"

The black figure laughed wildly, sending a Third-Grade Hidden Guard expert flying with a single kick, and announced with extreme arrogance,

"I won’t hide my name!"

"I am the Black Lotus Saint, and I destroyed this Document Library! I, the Black Lotus Saint, also killed the First Chief Steward of the Imperial Palace! If you want revenge, come for me, the Black Lotus Saint! Come for my Black Abyss!"

"Hahaha! Rebelling against Great Liang, raiding its Imperial Palace—what a wonderful affair! I’ll be back for more next time..."

Su Chen laughed wantonly as he strode across the palace roofs, cutting a bloody path through the Imperial Palace and making his escape.

His figure, clad in ink-black robes, stood tall, a Bamboo Wooden Token carved with a Black Lotus hanging from his waist. He was the spitting image of the Black Lotus Saint!

「Meanwhile.」

The Little Emperor, with a mysterious person in a white robe by his side, was on his way over and happened to witness this outrageous scene. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He clenched his fists and spoke, word by agonizing word.

"Good!"

"Very good!"

"The Black Abyss Cult, is it? I’ve heard of you. So arrogant. Once I truly master the realm, the very first thing I will do is annihilate your Black Abyss Cult!"

And that was not all. Deep within the Imperial Palace, in a forgotten corner, a skeletal, elderly figure was bent over, drawing water and coughing violently. At that moment, his coughing grew even more severe as he watched the ink-black figure escape the palace, a strange light glinting in his eyes.

’That kid, Black Lotus, is actually still alive?’

’It’s good that he’s alive.’

’I thought he died here in the Imperial Palace during that upheaval three years ago.’

’*Cough, cough, cough... ahem...*’

The old man coughed so hard it seemed he might bring up a lung. He turned and walked into the palace hall behind him. Inside, a young woman dismissed the Eunuchs and Palace Maids with a wave of her hand and stood respectfully before him.

"Princess Yunyang—no, I should call you by your code name, Xuan Yi. Go outside the Imperial Palace at once, leave a message, and get in touch with that boy, Black Lotus. Tell him to come see me."

"Yes, Lord Sect Leader!"

「Outside the Imperial Palace.」

Su Chen slipped into a remote underground sewer. When he emerged, the Tree Whiskers on his body writhed, and he had already transformed into the image of a plain, honest-looking farmer.

"Sir, I’d like to buy a plot in the cemetery outside the city. An elder in my family has passed away. He liked lively places..."

Su Chen walked into the funeral parlor, rubbing his hands together. He had a destitute, simple-minded look on his face.

When he simulated another person’s appearance, his temperament would unconsciously align with the person he was mimicking. The benefit of this was obvious: it was practically a natural performance, leaving no possibility of being exposed.

From the back room of the funeral parlor, the faint scraping of blades and armor could be heard.

"We’re closed for business! Come back tomorrow!"

The funeral parlor’s owner, a man in brocade clothes with a nervous expression, pushed Su Chen out of the shop and slammed the doors shut.

In the back room of the funeral parlor, the leading old man had a magnificent bearing, but his expression was quite ugly. He looked toward the Great Liang Imperial Palace—which was now under lockdown and shrouded in a murderous aura after the great disturbance—and couldn’t help but curse.

"Which First-Grade comrade was so reckless as to raise hell in the Great Liang Imperial Palace before I could? How am I supposed to complete the mission given to me by the Sovereign now?"

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