Chapter 3400: 1690: After 300 Years and Several Generations, It’s Hard to See Such a Monster Talent Again (3) |
Has the Sacred Mountain truly reached the point where no one can be relied upon?
Actually, that’s not the case.
Beibei is already very strong, with an all-around impressive capability.
Even though her destiny is fraught with obstacles, her cultivation path equally challenging—fostered in the Yunshan Emperor Realm, where Hua Changdeng had chosen to self-imprison in the Land of Screen and Candles; she became the ruler for the White-Clothed but missed Hua Changdeng’s guidance as he attained sanctification and returned to Yunshan, perfectly timing her to miss the teachings of the former Sword Deity.
Even so, she relied solely on herself, nurturing a deep bond with the Supreme Emperor Sword, pushing through hardship to become a formidable ancient swordsman.
She gave it everything she had.
The way the world sees her now—this image—it’s not her fault; if blame must be assigned, blame Xu Xiaoshou.
But no matter what, looking at Beibei again…
Fang Wenxin truly lacked the energy to ask her opinion and was even more afraid her ‘opinion’ might, in fact, be Xu Xiaoshou’s suggestions.
While Fang Wenxin searched for someone who could make a decisive call, he keenly noticed a stranger among the current Holy Mountain Refugee Group.
This stranger hunched over, appearing as an utterly unremarkable elder, but after subtle observation, he shockingly turned out to be a demi-saint as well!
How many demi-saints could the Shengshen Continent possibly have?
Fang Wenxin could count them all.
And yet, he’d never seen this individual before. Now this man was hidden within the refugee group, concealing himself so flawlessly…
Xu Xiaoshou in disguise?
Their hearts connected instantly.
While Fang Wenxin continued to search for a decision-maker on one side…
On the other, Ah Si was also hunting among the saints of the Sacred Mountain for someone who could take hold of the “scepter” now that Ji Ai Cangsheng and Zhong Yuanzi had departed, and following the excavation of the Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus.
“Oh Beibei, Beibei~”
Seeing Beibei, Ah Si quickly dismissed her.
Moments later, he scratched his cheek with slight irritation and tilted his head, catching Fang Wenxin’s confused gaze upon him.
“First-generation Red-Clothed, White-Shadow Copper Coins
The brief bits of intel flickering in his mind confirmed this wasn’t one of the top powerhouses on the Sacred Mountain. She hadn’t drawn his significant attention in the past.
But compared to the others, whose names he couldn’t even recall, at least this demi-saint offered two crucial pieces of information at this pivotal moment.
This was truly like offering charcoal in the winter!
“I am
Just as his saint’s will was about to communicate telepathically…
Ah Si keenly sensed something.
How could a mere demi-saint dare to act up under Lord Shou’s watchful gaze?
Using a human figure as cover, he discreetly raised his sleeve and flashed a command token in Fang Wenxin’s direction.
“A Heavenly Ladder Envoy?!”
The golden command token in the sleeve flickered briefly.
Fang Wenxin was startled to his core, his entire being slightly trembling with excitement.
He’s here!
Finally, you’ve come!
Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe has waited for you until even the mountain has wilted!
Carefully evading the explosions’ aftershocks, Fang Wenxin subtly moved closer to the Heavenly Ladder Envoy, lowering his voice to communicate telepathically:
“Why sneak around?”
Fang Wenxin had seen a Heavenly Ladder Envoy before.
Back during the Hallmaster’s succession, he had been invited by Dao Xuanji to attend the grand event, where he witnessed the arrogance of the golden-robed envoys from the judicial department.
At that time, even Hallmaster Dao dared not defy their wishes.
The strength of the Heavenly Ladder Envoys was evident.
Though he found those golden-robed men insufferable…
At this moment, Fang Wenxin wished fervently that this Heavenly Ladder Envoy would swap into official robes and start issuing commands, even if it meant lashing out at Lord Shou.
What worth was there in bullying their own? Go bully Xu Xiaoshou instead!
“I
Ah Si wasn’t part of the judicial department, but he, too, could play the commanding role.
Although, towards these lower-plane people of Shengshen Continent, he indeed wished to posture and maintain his identity.
But after considering it, he abandoned the attempt at distance, leaned closer, and lowered his voice: “I can’t defeat him.” His eyes flicked to the Shattered Shield.
What?
Fang Wenxin was shocked.
These were words a Heavenly Ladder Envoy would say?
Now wasn’t the moment to don golden robes and, in front of the five regions, list Xu Xiaoshou’s ten major crimes before directly declaring whether he should be erased or cast into the Dead Sea?
Then, summoning the Holy Emperor’s might, wasn’t it time to “judge” the man who uprooted not one, but two World Trees?
Otherwise…
“Then why are you here?”
Fang Wenxin’s tone grew unfriendly.
He needed someone stronger, not some coward lurking in the shadows.
So you’re not concealing your aura because you’re so strong you’ve returned to your origins; you’re hiding because you’re afraid of Lord Shou too?
“I’m here to convey a message!”
Ah Si grew moderately irritated—how dare someone from a mere lower plane speak to him in such a tone? Were it not for extraordinary circumstances…
He didn’t dwell further, just wanted to deliver Young Master Li’s intent and quickly leave this perilous place.
“I represent the Cold Palace Emperor Realm in delivering instructions to your Holy Divine Palace. Be sure to relay this to Ai Cangsheng.”
“First, summon back the Kun Peng to guard the mountain immediately. Given the unusual circumstances, I can assist with issuing a Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict to hasten its return.”
“Second, if the situation is critical, you are permitted to unlock the eighteenth layer of the Dead Sea as a means to counter Xu Xiaoshou.”
“Third, at a crucial moment, my clan’s Holy Emperor
Fang Wenxin’s expression became slightly horrified, his gaze frozen on the area behind him.
Ah Si, too, felt a chill crawl up his neck, and mid-sentence, his words abruptly stopped.
“You… behind you
Gulp!
His Adam’s apple bobbed as Ah Si turned his head with great difficulty.
It felt as though the entire world had come to a halt; everyone’s attention seemed to be locked on him at this moment.
No.
It wasn’t an illusion.
This was reality!
“Speak, continue, what does your clan’s Holy Emperor mean?” Xu Xiaoshou stood with arms crossed, tilting his head with an amused expression as he gazed at him:
“I’ve been watching you for a while now—since you first snuck out of the Sacred Mountain cave.”
“From when you climbed to the mountain’s peak, hesitating about meeting Ai Cangsheng, but ultimately retreated even after Ai Cangsheng had already gone.”
“Of course, the moment I fully confirmed something was wrong with you was this very moment.”
Thud!
This felt like the final blow that sank Ah Si deep into the abyss.
The world spun into chaos, seeming to fall apart utterly.
Where—where is the Evil Sin Bow? Why isn’t it shooting him but instead showing up behind me?
Ah Si’s sole remaining thought wasn’t resistance but a bewildered question as to why Ai Cangsheng had ceased the attack.
Yet at the same time, he keenly noticed—
The surrounding environment was shifting rapidly—sometimes turning into mountains, sometimes into marshlands, sometimes towns, sometimes deserts…
The kaleidoscope of this world was no illusion, nor a hallucination caused by nerves.
Lord Shou was staring right at him.
Beneath his feet unfolded the Spatial Upanishad.
With arms crossed, Xu Xiaoshou led the Sacred Mountain Refugee Group, rapidly switching battlefields across the five regions!
Leisurely interrogating him.
The Arrow of Evil Sin Bow shot from behind, so slow its rumble couldn’t even be heard.
At this moment, the “ultimate speed” of the Spatial Upanishad manifested itself!
“How could this be…?”
Ah Si’s lips began to tremble.
Having witnessed monumental events his entire life in the Cold Palace Emperor Realm, it had been ages since he’d felt terror; he’d almost forgotten what terror tasted like.
But this time—it’d been three hundred years!
The moment Lord Shou set his sights on him, Ah Si stared dumbly, reliving flashes of his life’s memories at light-speed.
“My name is Ah Si
“The ‘Si’ from Death Sword
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