Chapter 100: Chapter 78: Yellow Weasel Seeking Ennoblement (2)

Had they joined forces, bringing peace to the world would have been a certainty.

Not even the tomb’s Immortals could have stopped them.

But.

He did not regret it.

He would protect Cyan Sparrow.

For the promise made long ago, in an abandoned house within a bamboo forest.

’But is it really just for that promise?’

Su Chen didn’t know either.

Below the Library Pavilion.

Cyan Sparrow poked her little head out, carrying the gift Su Chen had given her. She glanced into the distance, then came trotting over.

"Master Xu, who is that person outside?"

"Someone of no importance."

"An old acquaintance who could have been a friend."

In the rain, Su Chen held an umbrella over Cyan Sparrow’s head.

"Is this for me?"

Cyan Sparrow held the gift up high, cheering joyfully. She was once again the chirpy Little Cyan Sparrow, spinning all around Su Chen.

Inside was a bottle of Perfume.

There was also a manual for a Mortal Cultivation Sword Skill called Sword Overlapping Waves. It was a simplified version, derived from countless variations of the Sword Dao and condensed from his Burial Star sword technique.

Even without Su Chen’s heaven-defying comprehension, one could successfully practice it, reach First Grade, and even slay a Peak expert.

However.

’It wasn’t needed anymore.’

"A Sword Skill! Thank you, Master Xu."

"From now on,"

"I’ll be the one to protect you, Master Xu."

Cyan Sparrow was genuinely happy.

She was very powerful now.

She could rival even the legendary First Grade cultivators and roam the world unimpeded. Even someone like the Jiangling Monarch would have to beg for mercy if he saw her now.

Now, she could finally protect Master Xu, her ordinary eunuch.

"Alright, alright."

"From now on, I’ll be counting on you to protect me, Cyan Sparrow."

Su Chen ruffled Cyan Sparrow’s hair.

That night.

A carriage bearing the insignia of the Western Depot left the Imperial Palace, heading due north for Jinjiang City, fifty li away.

That night, wind and rain raged, laced with thunder and lightning.

The Imperial Palace was filled with the stench of blood.

It was all masked by the storm.

"Jie!"

"You dare to rebel?"

"Are you not afraid that when Your Majesty returns, he will have your mother, the imperial consort, subjected to death by a thousand cuts?"

A Peak First Grade expert spat blood as he cursed furiously.

The other First Grade experts, their faces filled with fury, stared at this reckless young prince who dared to stage a coup.

Inside the hall.

On the Dragon Throne.

A flash of lightning illuminated the handsome, cold face of the young prince, his sharp brows like swords slicing toward his temples.

He paid no mind to these pillars of Great Zhou. His Spiritual Eyes gazed into the distance, following the carriage as it left the Imperial Palace, a hint of regret in their depths.

In a trance,

he recalled the miserable years of his youth. Born with strange eyes, he had wandered among the common folk, constantly suffering abuse.

He was ten years old.

He had been wandering when he was captured by vicious bandits. They locked him in a large urn, intending to mutilate him and turn him into a pitiful street beggar—their little cash cow.

His Spiritual Eyes awakened.

He gazed out over a hundred thousand li of mountains and rivers, searching for a Cultivation Technique that could help him escape.

That was...

the first time he saw Su Chen.

Under the Hibiscus Tree.

The flowers were in full bloom.

Carrying the corpse of his friend, he cut through three thousand armored soldiers with a single, storm-wielding sword. He departed upon the wind and rain, leaving a trail of Hibiscus Flowers in his wake.

At that moment,

he too had an epiphany.

He grasped True Intent.

Qi manifested within him.

He slashed his way out of the urn, commanded water to form a sword, and killed twenty-seven of the vicious bandits.

He had escaped with his life!

The second time he saw Su Chen was in Liang Imperial City.

Back then,

he had been brought back by Emperor Xuanlong. But because of his outstanding Immortal Dao Talent, his own father, Flame, had suppressed him, sending him to the Liang Capital to serve as a Hostage—a gesture of peace between the two nations.

Unexpectedly,

the Liang Capital was thrown into turmoil.

Gazing toward the Imperial City from afar, he witnessed a world-shaking sword strike, and he saw *him* again. Carrying a friend on his back, he plucked a single plum blossom and journeyed to the distant Cyan Mountain to lay his friend to rest.

In Cyan Mountain,

Su Chen held a vigil.

Jie watched from a distance, outside the mountain.

At that time,

he had already begun to admire him.

’In this life, I must become his friend!’

His life had been lonely and bitter; only this man was fit to be his friend! He was arrogant and conceited; only this man was *worthy* of being his friend!

"After all this time."

"Ten years!"

"The close friend I’ve admired for ten years is about to become my enemy... all for an orphan girl with a Mixed Spiritual Root..."

"If we cannot be friends, then as we contend for the world, your death at my hands would be a fitting end."

Jie did not think he would lose.

How could Mortal Cultivation possibly compare to the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path he walked?

"When that time comes, I will send you off as a friend! Silver Hibiscus Flowers and a sky full of peach blossoms will cover your coffin, Wind Snow Sword Immortal."

Crown Prince Jie retracted his gaze. When he looked at the assembled First Grade experts, his eyes were as cold as ice. He stared at the Peak expert and smiled with contempt.

"My talent is peerless. If I didn’t act as if I cared nothing for my mother, leaving no weakness to exploit, how could the Flame Emperor have ever been at ease?"

"Death by a thousand cuts?"

"Rest assured."

"I’ve already done it."

"All who abandon me deserve to die!"

In an instant,

thirty black-armored guards rushed into the hall. Their eyes were vacant as they brandished their weapons. Incredibly, every last one of them was at the First Grade level.

The strongest among them, like General Lei, even possessed Perfect True Intent, rivaling a Peak expert.

"How is this possible!"

"What manner of Evil Skill can create so many First Grade cultivators?"

The First Grade experts were aghast.

With the only variable now gone from the Imperial Palace, he had nothing left to fear in the Imperial City.

"You’re a dead man."

"When the Flame Emperor returns with Great Zhou’s nation-suppressing techniques, he will ensure that a traitorous son like you dies a horrible death!"

A dying First Grade expert cursed.

"That’s only if he can make it back alive."

"The Wind Snow Sword Immortal has gone after him."

"He won’t be coming back."

"And even if he did return, so what? He killed his own father to take the throne, and so can I."

Jie was laughing.

BOOM—

The storm raged with wind, rain, and thunder.

That night, rivers of blood flowed through the Imperial Palace.

「The next day.」

In Jinluan Hall, more than a dozen heads of First Grade experts were on display. Thirty Armored Warriors stood guard on either side as the court officials exchanged glances, trembling uncontrollably.

"I am now Emperor Jie. Who agrees? Who objects?!"

He had declared himself emperor.

...

...

The wind and rain raged.

Inside the carriage.

Su Chen held the Immortal Technique Manuals, studying them carefully, only occasionally turning to look back toward the Imperial City, his gaze profound.

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