Chapter 119: Go Home, Child |
An old man in a green robe sat quietly by the creek.
His divine sense had already detected that the first wave of assassins had failed.
The aura of the second wave of assassins—his two disciples, both sword masters—had also vanished.
So there really was someone backing them from behind.
The old man in the green robe curled his lips slightly. Everything was under control.
That hidden figure had already been located by his divine sense.
The old man picked up a cup of tea and took a light sip.
Years of cultivation, all in pursuit of one word: “stability.”
Still too young.
The old man remained unaware, still mumbling to himself.
What’re you mumbling about? Eat my move!
“...........”
The Mount Shushan group had just been ambushed by several fierce beasts and were now resting in place.
Li Xuanxiao sat at the edge, silently thinking.
Pretending to be from Great Sui to assassinate Zhao Lu?
What’s going on here?
I think I smell a conspiracy.
Let’s sort through this.
First, the Old Emperor’s outrageous behavior—engagement first, then a withdrawal—demanding Zhao Lu return to the Imperial Palace to attend this Demon Elimination Tournament. Then now, a group of mysterious people posing as Great Sui forces tries to assassinate Zhao Lu.
Li Xuanxiao furrowed his brows.
This was clearly an intentional provocation to start a war between Great Sui and Daxia.
A Great Sui prince suffers the humiliation of a broken engagement and retaliates—it’s completely plausible.
The Daxia Emperor avenges his beloved daughter by declaring war.
It all sounds so reasonable.
But for what?
Even though Great Sui was weaker than Daxia, for Daxia to fully annex Great Sui wouldn’t happen overnight.
Besides, the Five Immortal Sects were all still around—they wouldn’t just stand by.
So the Old Emperor is willing to sacrifice his daughter to incite war. The reason behind this must be...
Ten Thousand Souls Banner!!
A flash of realization struck Li Xuanxiao.
Once war breaks out, who would notice how many people have gone missing?
And war needs huge amounts of manpower and resources.
Realizing the whole picture, Li Xuanxiao clicked his tongue.
That Old Emperor is ruthless!
Definitely up to no good.
Looks like the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is in his hands.
A transmigrator’s magic treasure? Why don’t I have one?
Li Xuanxiao silently complained to the Heavenly Dao.
"Senior Sister Su Wan, this is a Qi-Nourishing Powder my father brought me from home—watermelon flavor. Want to try it?"
Qin Wenke handed a red-colored pill to Su Wan.
Su Wan glanced at Qin Wenke and sighed softly:
"This Qi-Nourishing Powder must’ve cost a lot."
"It’s okay. As long as you like it, Senior Sister. Do you like watermelon flavor, pineapple, or peach?"
Su Wan couldn’t help but send a voice transmission to Qin Wenke.
"Junior Brother Qin, you don’t have to do this. I understand how you feel. But it’s impossible between us—I already belong to someone else."
Qin Wenke’s expression changed slightly. "Could it be... could it be Li Xuanxiao?!"
Su Wan paused for a moment. "That’s right."
"But why?"
Su Wan continued the voice transmission: "No reason. I owe him. Junior Brother Qin, that Qi-Nourishing Powder wasn’t cheap—you should take it back!"
Qin Wenke clenched his fists, shooting a resentful glare at Li Xuanxiao.
He suddenly got up and walked toward Li Xuanxiao.
(눈‸눈)
Li Xuanxiao: ￣△￣
"Junior Brother Xuanxiao, what flavor of Qi-Nourishing Powder do you like? I’ve got them all," Qin Wenke said in a tone full of grievance.
Li Xuanxiao: ...........
Qin Wenke turned to Su Wan and whispered, "Don’t worry, Senior Sister Su Wan. I’m not the kind of person who doesn’t know his place. From now on, anything I give you—I’ll give two.
One for you, one for Junior Brother Xuanxiao. I won’t make things awkward for you!"
Su Wan felt a bit moved.
Qin Wenke, you guy...
If I didn’t already belong to someone else, I might’ve really been touched by you.
Li Xuanxiao: (⊙o⊙)…
I seriously want to give you both a sword stab!!!
Go home, kid, go home.
Li Xuanxiao was on the verge of losing it. Could the two of you stop messing with me at a time like this?
Just then, the Communication Mirror suddenly lit up.
"............"
Cough cough cough!
Ye Yunzhou suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood. His injuries were severe—two deep wounds to the bone on his body still gushing blood.
But the blood wasn’t normal red—it was a strange black color.
Clearly, he’d been poisoned.
Earlier, Ye Yunzhou had been traveling with companions from Great Sui.
But assassins suddenly appeared and scattered the group.
Now he was surrounded, fighting desperately to cut a path through the siege.
But he himself was gravely wounded, barely standing.
"It was people from the Daxia Imperial Palace!"
"But why?"
Even if Daxia looked down on Great Sui, they wouldn’t try to assassinate me like this.
Especially not during the Demon Elimination Tournament.
"Could it be... Daxia already knows about my Innate Sword Body? And they’d rather go to war with Great Sui than let me grow stronger?"
Ye Yunzhou leaned against a tree.
Looks like I’m dead for sure today.
Ye Yunzhou looked up at the falling rain and suddenly smiled.
I’m going to break my promise.
I finally fell for someone...
At the last moment of my life.......
Ye Yunzhou picked up the Communication Mirror.
"I’m going to die. I never told you my real identity—I’m Ye Yunzhou, prince of Great Sui."
In this life, we were fated but not destined. If someday you come here looking for my remains,
Even if there’s no corpse left, my soul will still be here. I’ll always be by your side."
Then Ye Yunzhou activated the Mirror’s location tracker and used the last of his strength to bury it there.
He opened his eyes one last time, and saw several figures stepping through the rain.
Ye Yunzhou tried to lift his head once more, to look at this beautiful world.
A sharp cold blade pierced the skin of his neck—
Only to be followed by a deafening buzz—!! like thunder out of nowhere.
A blinding stream of white energy shot past, howling with an ear-piercing shriek.
The stream of white was gone in a blink, leaving no trace—
But the shock it brought lingered long after.
Li Xuanxiao rarely fought with a sword, because doing so could expose his identity.
But right now, he couldn’t afford to hold back.
"...Who... who is it?"
Ye Yunzhou could only see a blurry silhouette.
Then, a mist slipped past his nose, knocking him unconscious.
Moments later, Li Xuanxiao carried Ye Yunzhou away from the area.
Not only the bodies—
Even the trees and grass were leveled.
The ground had been turned over three times.
To make sure not a trace of sword aura was left behind.
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