Chapter 79: Chapter 68: An Immortal Breaks Free

That same day in court, the Flame Emperor issued a decree, appointing the head of the Three Dukes of Great Liang—the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster—as a Great Zhou Purple Robe and Supreme Supervisor. The news sent an uproar through the court and beyond.

The Flame Emperor then placed the conquest of the Three Commanderies of Old Liang and the unification of the realm on the agenda. He would lead the campaign personally, so eager to depart that it seemed he couldn’t leave the Imperial Capital fast enough.

By the time the news reached Su Chen, half a day had already passed.

The Flame Emperor had already left the Imperial Capital, leading his troops to unify the realm.

He left in a great hurry.

Fearing Su Chen would settle accounts with him.

"I feel like the Flame Emperor is running from some kind of danger. But this Imperial Palace is filled with powerhouses; it’s the safest place in the world. The Seven Sects stand guard, and tens of thousands of cultivators are stationed here. Even a Peak expert wouldn’t make it out alive. What danger could there possibly be..."

"Master Xu."

"What do you think?"

Through the curtain of rain.

Ye Xuan, who had just galloped back, watched Su Chen mending the wall. A sense of unreality washed over him.

He was remembering the past.

"Why choose me?"

During the Jianwu Period, he had spoken out against injustice and intervened to save someone, only to be framed by the very person he had rescued.

Thrown in prison.

Covered in wounds and on the brink of death, he stared at the figure in the Big Red Python Robe who had traveled from so far away, and at the scroll placed in his hands—a Cultivation Technique called the Heaven-Devouring Demon Technique.

"Why choose me!"

He asked again.

The figure in the Big Red Python Robe stared at him for a moment, as if looking at a worthless, insignificant ant.

"If you die,"

"he might be sad."

"I can’t bear to see him sad. That’s all."

"I am going to my death."

"Take care of him for me..."

And that was the very same year.

Great Liang fell.

Great Zhou rose.

His power skyrocketed, and he took control of the Western Depot.

He had many theories about Master Xu from the pharmacy. ’Since they both have the surname Xu, could Master Xu be Lord Xu’s biological son?’

But that didn’t seem right.

He had investigated his background all the way to the Black Abyss, but he couldn’t find the slightest connection to Lord Xu.

Dark clouds roiled.

The rain still poured relentlessly.

’Conquering the Three Commanderies to unify the realm... Is he hoping to make the lands’ fortune surge, allowing a Grandmaster to emerge under his reign?’

Su Chen set down the last gray brick and gazed into the distance, as if he could see the Flame Emperor’s disheveled and rather panicked figure fleeing.

The Sword Daoist’s death.

Had been too great a shock for this ambitious ruler.

So much so that,

He no longer dared to even stay in the Imperial Palace.

The Great Yu was torn asunder.

And in the realm, no more Grandmasters were born.

It had nothing to do with talent.

It was related to the fortune of the land.

Now.

’Now that the realm is on the verge of unification, a Grandmaster will be born. I’m afraid even greater chaos is about to erupt.’

’If the realm is unified, what about the grand vow I made...’

Su Chen fell silent.

’The story in the book... I only gave it a try, yet I actually comprehended Celestial Sense and stepped into the First Grade...’

He had searched high and low.

’I scoured the Zhou and Liang’s Secret Collection, swept through Heaven-Ascension Tower, and consulted the Great Yu Library, yet I never imagined I’d find the opportunity to reach First Grade in an ordinary book.’

"How did this wall fall down?"

Seeing that Su Chen was ignoring him, Ye Xuan changed the subject.

"The rain was heavy. It washed it down."

Su Chen wiped his hands, looked at the re-erected wall, and nodded in satisfaction. All that was left was to give it a coat of plaster.

"This rain can knock down a wall?"

"While I was away, did someone try to assassinate you?"

Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed, his gray hair whipping in the wind, a grim killing intent faintly visible in his gaze.

’Master Xu.’

’He’s just an ordinary eunuch, with no cultivation, frail as the wind, without the strength to even truss a chicken.’

But,

anyone who dared to touch him,

was courting death.

’The Eight Tigers... it’s time for another purge.’

"No one tried to assassinate me,"

Su Chen said.

But Ye Xuan didn’t believe him. He was no longer the hot-blooded, kind-hearted young eunuch of the past. When it came to ruthlessness, he was in no way inferior to Zhang or Xu. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to secure his position as the leader of the Eight Tigers, let alone earn the vicious moniker of the Killing Sin Tiger.

On this day, a bloody storm swept through the Military Supervision Bureau.

Many of the Eight Tigers died.

Some deserved it.

And some died unjustly.

But none of it had anything to do with Su Chen.

Night.

Rain was still brewing in the clouds.

After a glance at the still-unconscious Cyan Sparrow, Su Chen patted the little tortoise and said,

"Look after the house."

The little tortoise nodded seriously.

It watched as Su Chen opened a bamboo umbrella and went out.

After stepping out of the Library Pavilion,

Tree Whiskers swirled around him.

He transformed into the likeness of the Black Lotus Saint, clad in an ink-black robe, his eyes cold and sinister, a Bamboo Wooden Token hanging from his waist.

Having obtained the Soul Fusion Remembrance ability, Su Chen was for all intents and purposes a living replica of the Black Lotus Saint, able to simulate even his Cultivation Killing Techniques.

After he swept through Heaven-Ascension Tower, the name of the Peak expert, Black Lotus, became known throughout the realm.

The Black Abyss had been searching for him for a long time.

Su Chen was preparing to make an appearance.

He left the Imperial Palace.

In the Imperial City, the streets and alleys were silent and empty.

It was now the time of curfew, a time for deep sleep and dreams.

Following the trail of secret signs,

He stopped before a certain shop and paused. It was the same one—the business that sold perfume and soap.

It was here he had taken on the identity of Xu Ge, received a sum of money, and arranged for Chen Ge’s burial.

’Why is it here again?’

’Is this the only stronghold the Black Abyss has?’

KNOCK KNOCK.

Su Chen knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"It’s so late. If you’re here for the perfume business, please come back tomorrow."

An old man who looked like a steward, his eyes heavy with sleep, opened the door a crack. Without even looking to see who it was, he started to close it again.

"Weren’t you looking for me?"

"I am here."

The words were deep, the tone ice-cold.

Beneath the bamboo umbrella was the face of the Black Lotus Saint.

At this, the old Steward was jolted wide awake.

"S-Saint... Your Holiness?"

Inside the shop, there were quite a few people from the Black Abyss.

There were Third-Grade Black-robed Envoys in their ink-black robes.

There were Second-Grade Purple-clothed Guardians.

There were also numerous Demon Ghosts, Third-Grade Asuras, and Second-Grade Demon Generals.

Su Chen stepped into the courtyard.

In an instant.

These people—some standing on pavilions, others on high walls—reacted in different ways: some came forward to kowtow in rapturous joy, some showed a hint of killing intent mixed with regret, but most were filled with shock and uncertainty.

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