Purple Sun Prefecture, the residence of the prefect.
The young man, still dressed in his moon-white Confucian robe, sat in the study flipping through county records, giving the impression of a scholar rather than the domineering Crown Prince of Great Yu.
He looked up at Dan Hong, who had entered with Qing Que, her face deathly pale, and remarked indifferently:
"You returned sooner than I expected."
Qing Que lowered her head and whispered:
"Something happened."
"Speak."
Jiang Yu resumed reading the records as Qing Que recounted the events that had just transpired. The sound of turning pages gradually slowed.
"You're saying Ying Bing shattered your combined attack with a single strike?" Jiang Yu frowned, lifting his gaze.
Qing Que nodded, glancing at the woman in the pink dress beside her. "Dan Hong's sword heart has likely been tainted by inner demons. Her swordsmanship will never progress further..."
Jiang Yu, however, seemed unbothered by this, murmuring instead:
"So, the fifth-ranked Hidden Dragon is actually stronger than the fourth?"
"Your Highness! I can never practice swordsmanship again!"
Dan Hong wept pitifully, hoping the Crown Prince would avenge her:
"She didn’t just cripple me—she also humiliated you."
Jiang Yu remained expressionless, his voice cold:
"Understood. Return to the Heavenly Mountain Sword Manor. There’s an open position compiling the Sword Codex."
"Leave."
Dan Hong stared in disbelief at the man she had served for six years, his indifference no different from how he treated the young princess.
Qing Que led her out of the courtyard. Only once they were outside did Dan Hong let out a bitter laugh:
"Of course. The royal family is heartless. What am I to them?"
"Dan Hong, compiling the Sword Codex at the manor isn’t a bad outcome. If not for prior arrangements, ordinary people wouldn’t even have this opportunity."
Qing Que’s words carried hidden meaning.
The positions for compiling the Sword Codex were limited and required advance planning—meaning His Highness had long foreseen Dan Hong’s recklessness and arrogance leading to this downfall.
Returning to the manor to focus on compiling the texts might allow her to rebuild herself in the future.
But Dan Hong failed to grasp the advice. Her unfocused eyes sharpened, burning with hatred.
"If I don’t purge these inner demons... I’ll remain a cripple forever..."
......
Autumn Water Pavilion.
The twilight lingered, the sky the color of tear-stained eyes, casting a faint glow over the small pavilion.
Dinner had just been served when Elder Qian arrived as if on cue.
Shang Wu asked warily, "Elder Qian, have you eaten?"
"Funny you ask—no, I haven’t."
"Then go eat first and come back later."
"???"
A question mark seemed to float above the short, stout Elder Qian’s head. In his years of mooching meals, the expected response to "Have you eaten?" was always "Join us," not dismissal.
Elder Qian huffed, looking at Ying Bing and Li Mo seated at the table:
"Eat? How could I eat these past two days? Look at these dark circles, look at my stomach!"
"With these two disciples in our Qingyuan Sect, I’ll lose ten years off my life!"
On the surface, the matter was settled.
But Elder Qian’s resentment was palpable, like a wronged maiden.
Li Mo, feeling guilty, quickly set out another pair of chopsticks.
Yet Elder Qian waved him off, pridefully declaring that delayed hospitality was worthless—he wouldn’t eat now even if begged!
"I’d rather starve to death, die outside, than take a single bite from you!"
"Alright."
The phrase sounded oddly familiar to Li Mo. He then asked:
"If you’re not here for food, then...?"
"Now that we can’t hitch a ride with the Crown Prince to Rotten Ke Mountain, what are you and Little Bing planning?"
"We’ll leave tomorrow as originally planned."
Li Mo and Ying Bing had never intended to travel with Jiang Yu anyway.
"The anomalies at Rotten Ke Mountain weakened today. I just returned from scouting."
Elder Qian wasn’t surprised, sighing before swallowing hard.
"There were still anomalies today?"
Li Mo raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of braised land fish.
But he hadn’t gone to Rotten Ke Mountain at all.
Meaning the anomalies were the mountain’s own doing.
"Yes, much weaker. After all the commotion before, today was a letdown."
Elder Qian smacked his lips, recounting the day’s events.
Today, Rotten Ke Mountain had shown signs of reversed elemental feng shui—still notable, but nothing like the earth-shaking phenomena before.
"By the way, it’s possible that what lies beneath Rotten Ke Mountain isn’t a hidden sanctuary."
"Then what is it?"
"It might be the tomb of a powerful figure."
Elder Qian’s expression turned grave.
Tomb?
Ying Bing’s slender fingers paused around her chopsticks, her eyes thoughtful.
The elder’s words reminded her of Rotten Ke Mountain’s layout.
The feng shui there was indeed exceptional—a prime location for burial.
"Tombs aren’t like legacies. Legacies are meant for trials, but tombs are far more dangerous. No expert wants their remains desecrated after death."
"So, I’ve decided to bring out some of my personal treasures."
Elder Qian opened his spatial pouch.
"They say Elder Qian’s knowledge is vast. What have you prepared?"
Though Li Mo was wealthy and well-equipped, even he couldn’t claim to possess every rare artifact under heaven.
Clatter—
A black hoof dropped onto the table.
"A black donkey’s hoof?"
"Indeed. Highly effective against corpse demons."
Elder Qian dumped the rest of his items unceremoniously.
Corpse-suppressing talismans...
Miasma-dispelling bells...
Senior Brother Ouyang’s illustrated book...
Huh?
"This..."
Li Mo picked up the book—a collector’s edition, no less. What use was this in a tomb?
Elder Qian coughed lightly. "Ouyang said it’d keep you entertained on the road, but indulgence leads to ruin, so I confiscated it."
With that, he tucked the book back into his spatial pouch.
Then, without further ado, he shoved the remaining items at Li Mo, turned, and left with a flourish.
"Senior Brother Ouyang gave this?"
Li Mo stared at the empty dishes on the table.
The words rang as hollow as Elder Qian’s earlier vow never to eat.
......
Nightfall.
After preparing another meal, Li Mo sat in the courtyard, contemplating the Divine Intent of the Lunar Goddess. Meanwhile, Ying Bing seemed absorbed in studying another avian spirit form.
Left to his own devices, Li Mo resumed his training.
Bathing in moonlight, he assessed his progress.
Before reaching the Inner Realm, both the Divine Intent of the Great Sage and the Lunar Goddess needed to be perfected.
But the former lagged far behind the latter.
Hours passed. The night deepened.
A ripple from his inner world summoned him back to his room. Lying down, he entered the pocket dimension.
On the Yin-Yang training grounds, Jiang Chulong stood waiting, clutching a peach blossom branch.
The young princess murmured softly:
"Teacher, today... I think I can defeat the Golden Crow senior."
"And... and... I’m about to break through."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
