Ch 312: The Black-robed Figure
Eastern Imperial Palace.
A golden figure was in secluded cultivation; at this very moment, the ink in the inkstone before him rose into the air, condensing into a map of Dongyan Province. The location representing Divine Palace was seeping black blood.
He slowly opened his eyes, shattering the ink map with a flick of his sleeve; gilded armor brushed against the bronze astrolabe.
“This is…”
His expression was shocked: “An old friend has arrived…”
Tianxuan Academy.
A scholar in white robes, mending the fragmented ancient and strange records, suddenly paused. A drop of ink from the wolf hair brush tip fell onto the “Demon God’s Fall” passage, corroding the entire section into a black hole.
“Interesting,” the scholar chuckled, casually tearing off the page and swallowing it. The jade pendant at his waist glowed with green light, revealing a phantom of the Divine Palace Dragon Court.
“That old boy, Li Qingfeng, is absent; sure enough, many are becoming unruly.”
“A pity, a pity.”
“It’s not yet time.”
The scholar sighed softly, then continued mending the old book in his hands.
In an unnamed tavern.
The bald youth’s action of tearing into the roasted lamb leg suddenly stopped.
His oily fingers drew a trigram on the table; the grease spontaneously solidified into the two characters “Great Calamity.”
A violent wind arose outside the tavern; the hanging “wine” flag was torn into fragments; one piece fell into his strong liquor, instantly vaporizing into a blood-red mist.
“Such a monstrous creature exists in this world.”
The mysterious youth sucked his fingers, then called out, “Two more roasted lamb legs.”
The other patrons dared not utter a sound; the waiter was close to tears; this bald youth had been eating and drinking for free for a month, without paying.
But this person’s strength was too great; they simply couldn’t ask for money.
They couldn’t fight him.
They could only obediently serve him roasted lamb legs.
“I’ll pay for his drinks.”
At that moment, an old man carrying a fish basket entered; the old man chuckled at the waiter, then tossed over a gold ingot: “Whatever he wants to eat, just give it to him; money is no object.”
“Thank you, sir!”
The waiter’s eyes lit up at the sight of such a large gold ingot; such a large piece of gold was more than enough to buy the entire tavern, let alone roasted lamb legs!
“Who’s treating?”
The mysterious youth was delighted to hear someone was treating; when he looked up at the old man carrying the fish basket, his expression froze.
He didn’t seem to recognize the old man, yet he felt an immensely familiar feeling from him.
“Long time no see.”
The old man walked over, sat down at the table, and chuckled, “Qingmiao, after leaving Longevity Temple, you didn’t even come to see an old friend.”
The mysterious youth’s expression changed.
Qingmiao?
His name is Qingmiao?
Yes, Qingmiao is his name.
But who is this person?
For some reason, upon seeing the old man, a feeling arose in his heart.
It was fear.
Extreme fear.
Without a word, the mysterious youth rose and vanished like the wind, not even taking the roasted lamb leg.
But after Qingmiao fled, the old man didn’t react, nor did he chase after him; he simply quietly picked up Qingmiao’s leftover drink, poured himself a cup, and muttered, “Don’t waste it; this cost money.”
As he poured himself a drink, another young person rushed in; seeing the old man still drinking, he stepped forward and said helplessly, “Father, why are you still drinking? Didn’t you sense something coming out?”
“Oh?”
The old man smacked his lips, then chuckled, “That thing from the Divine Palace Kingdom?”
“Emperor Yu Yang loves playing with these things; alas, unsatisfied with being a mortal emperor, he actually collaborated with that thing; he’s too hasty.” The old man finished, humming a little tune while drinking.
The young man beside him was helpless, saying gravely, “Will this thing affect us?”
“No.”
The old man said calmly.
Meanwhile, in the Divine Palace Dragon Court, Emperor Yu Yang looked at the black-robed person before him, feeling the black-robed person’s aura; his heart was filled with excitement.
All these years.
He had finally created the thing in this wooden niche.
“I’m quite satisfied with this body, but I need to test it.” The black-robed person looked coldly at Emperor Yu Yang: “Have you prepared what I asked for?”
“Killing my Divine Palace commoners is uninteresting.”
“Instead, help me kill the Great Zhou Emperor, how about that?”
Emperor Yu Yang’s eyes burned with fervor.
He had painstakingly resurrected the person in this wooden niche to help him conquer the world, achieving what he couldn’t before.
“The Great Zhou Emperor?”
“Good, then I’ll go to Great Zhou and let the Tianxuan Realm know, I’ve arrived!”
“Hahaha!”
With a burst of laughter, the black-robed person shot into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, in Western Ting.
Chu Xinghe had been waiting in a mountain cave for several days.
He cultivated every day, occasionally visiting Li Hanzhou’s grave to chat.
These days were peaceful; Chu Xinghe seemed to enjoy them.
At that moment, a figure in red clothes quietly arrived behind Chu Xinghe; Chu Xinghe was sitting before Li Hanzhou’s grave and sensed the approaching person; when he looked back and saw the face, Chu Xinghe quickly stood up.
“Great Priest.”
Chu Xinghe hung his head, like a child who had done wrong.
“Let’s go.”
After looking at Chu Xinghe for a long time, the Great Priest sighed softly, only saying this briefly.
He seemed to have countless words to say to Chu Xinghe, perhaps having rehearsed them countless times on the way, but when he actually faced Chu Xinghe, he found himself unable to say a word.
Chu Xinghe and Chu Jiao were both children he raised.
Regarding Yunhuang’s outcome, the Great Priest was powerless.
After receiving news of Chu Xinghe, the Great Priest felt relieved.
At least Chu Xinghe remembered he had a home in Yunhuang.
Night fell.
The two found a place to rest.
“Great Priest, I’m sorry.”
Chu Xinghe remained silent, ultimately only able to utter these three words.
“You and your older sister,” the Great Priest said slowly, “are both so willful; now Jiaojiao has fallen into Emperor Yu Yang’s hands; if you want Emperor Yu Yang to release her, it’s absolutely impossible.”
“Emperor Yu Yang promised me he’ll release my older sister when I return,” Chu Xinghe said anxiously.
“Do you believe him?”
The Great Priest stared into Chu Xinghe’s eyes.
“I…”
Chu Xinghe fell silent; he was intelligent; he knew that Emperor Yu Yang was unlikely to be a man of his word and release someone who harbored hatred toward him.
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