Chapter 77: Chapter 67: First Grade Grandmaster

He had to prove himself.

This was the first test! The Wind Snow Little Grandmaster, who had felled the Grandmaster Demon Emperor of Great Liang with a single sword strike—no one in the world dared to ignore him.

But that was all.

If the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster refused to agree, then today, this very Wind Snow Little Grandmaster would die in this courtyard.

He had brought him.

The strongest man in Great Zhou.

The leader of the Seven Sects.

The Sword Daoist of the Returning Ruins Sword Sect.

He had entered the First Grade at thirty-six and reached the Peak of the world at forty-two. Now, fifteen years later, no one knew just how powerful he truly was.

They only knew one thing.

If the world were to be unified and the Qi of the lands surged forth, he would surely be the first person of this era to step into the Grandmaster Realm.

"Then let’s put it to the test."

"Heh."

"Great Liang is not as simple as you think."

Su Chen chuckled, a cold sneer flashing in his eyes, and returned his gaze to the storybook in his hands, as if reading were far more important than the ruler of the world before him.

"In ten years."

"Wind Snow Little Grandmaster, you will see a brand new Great Zhou Dynasty. Then, the people of the world will no longer be divided between Zhou and Liang. They will all be my most cherished children..."

"I will be a good Monarch to them."

The Flame Emperor poured a third cup of tea.

However, Su Chen did not drink it. He didn’t even spare it a glance, merely continuing to read as if he were the true master of the world, the Emperor of Great Zhou.

The wind began to pick up.

A blustering wind, filled with a biting chill.

Elder Fuchen was growing impatient.

Even the Flame Emperor couldn’t help but frown.

"Lord Su."

"For your sake, I have overlooked the waves of people who have died in the Library Pavilion over the years. I’ve even covered for you a little..."

"And you won’t even drink a single cup of tea?"

the Flame Emperor said.

"Your Majesty jests."

"I am merely Xu Ge of the Old Liang Pharmacy."

Su Chen didn’t even raise his head. His posture was a clear dismissal.

Of course, if a fight was what they wanted, he didn’t mind having one.

Four Great Extremes Perfection.

His title as the world’s sole strongest Second Grade was not just for show.

"Sir, you are being rather arrogant."

"Long Xuanjun told this old Daoist all about the Fall of Liang."

"You just got lucky and took advantage of the situation. That’s the only reason you killed the Demon Emperor of Great Liang with one strike. Don’t think you truly possess the combat power of a Grandmaster..."

Elder Fuchen could watch no longer. His eyes grew cold as he pointed at the three cups on the stone table, now cold and filled with rainwater.

"Drink."

"If you do, Wind Snow Little Grandmaster, you may live."

"Otherwise..."

"You die!"

The Sword Daoist was enraged.

"You can try."

Su Chen set down his book.

At that moment, the wind and rain turned violent. Within the roiling dark clouds, purple lightning roared as if battling the storm itself.

"Eunuch Xu, since you are hiding in the Imperial Palace, please abide by its rules. Kill fewer people. Don’t make things difficult for me."

"Great Zhou is filled with experts far beyond what you can imagine, Eunuch Xu. At the very least, the Sword Daoist could kill you with the greatest of ease."

In the end, the Flame Emperor departed, taking the Sword Daoist with him.

The three cups of cold tea remained on the table, soaked by the rain until they overflowed with a SPLASHING sound.

"Your Majesty actually poured three cups of tea for that Little Eunuch?"

"What’s this kid’s background? Or does the Western Depot hold some secret that warrants His Majesty’s personal recruitment?"

"Forget it."

"He’s just an insignificant Little Eunuch, after all. He can’t cause any real trouble. It’s not like he’s some peerless figure who could sweep through Heaven-Ascension Tower like the Black Lotus Saint..."

The three Peak First Grade experts from Heaven-Ascension Tower escorted the carriage away, with the Flame Emperor and the Sword Daoist inside.

「After a long while.」

The Imperial Study was now visible in the distance.

The Flame Emperor, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his stern gaze. He stared at the Library Pavilion, then turned to the Sword Daoist beside him and asked,

"What do you make of this Wind Snow Little Grandmaster?"

"To kill him?"

"It would take no more than the time to drink a cup of tea."

The Sword Daoist stroked his wispy beard, exceptionally self-assured.

"Good."

"Please go and return quickly."

’How can I allow another to snore in my own bed?’

When he saw the list in the Imperial Palace—the one with records of entry but none of departure—the Flame Emperor’s gaze had trembled.

One First Grade, dozens of Second Grade, nearly a hundred Third Grade...

All had vanished without a sound.

The people behind them all had grievances with the person in the Library Pavilion. It wasn’t hard to guess that Eunuch Xu of the Library Pavilion might be the last of the Three Dukes of Great Liang.

The trajectory of his appearance and the Time Line all matched up.

Back then, he had been ready to make a move against Su Chen.

Unfortunately, the rebellion of the Kings came too quickly, catching him off guard.

’He refused the toast, so now he’ll drink the forfeit.’

’You refuse the Purple Robe of Great Zhou’s Supreme Supervisor, so obsessed with the Old Liang... In that case, you can just go and die.’

「Inside Jinluan Hall.」

The Flame Emperor waited quietly, anticipating good news from the Sword Daoist.

As for failure? He hadn’t even considered it.

After all, the Sword Daoist was the bona fide number one expert in the Great Zhou Martial World. Two or three Peak experts would be a matter of a single sword strike for him.

It was no exaggeration to call him a Half-Step Grandmaster, or perhaps, the strongest First Grade in the world.

A figure like that could have slain the heavily injured Demon Emperor during the Liang Dynasty with One Sword, and it probably would have been even easier...

Forget one Wind Snow Little Grandmaster; even ten of them would surely face certain death.

However, that night, the Flame Emperor would never see the Sword Daoist again.

「In the courtyard of the Library Pavilion.」

Su Chen had returned to his true form—a young man in a Profound Robe. His black hair danced as rolling thunder descended ceaselessly, as if trying to grind his body to dust.

He had made a great vow.

And so, the very color of heaven and earth changed.

The wind howled, the rain raged, and frozen Snow began to form within the downpour, falling without end.

With the Library Pavilion at its center, a dense frost froze the rainwater, spreading outward for a hundred zhang in every direction.

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