1136: Chapter 336: The Current Situation of an Old Friend_3 1136: Chapter 336: The Current Situation of an Old Friend_3 “Huh?”
He refused to believe in superstitions, pushed hard, and the door opened with a sound.
Princess Snow was processing herbs and looked up with a frown, “What are you doing?”
This guy was so rude; she had closed the door, and if it couldn’t be opened with one push—creating a barrier between inside and out—wasn’t she clearly indicating that she had important matters to attend to?
They didn’t need the Pill Chinese Herbal Medicine, but Emperor Ma Shi’s method of processing herbs had been an eye-opener for her, and she couldn’t help wanting to try it out.
Su He turned around, closed the Pill room’s door, and locked it with a stream of water to prevent prying eyes and entry.
He walked towards Princess Snow and chuckled, “Wife, did your father talk bad about me behind my back?”
It was a man’s sixth sense.
Princess Snow glanced at him and chuckled lightly, “Yes!
He told me that if you dare to be fickle…
it wouldn’t be bad to be a widow.”
Su He: “…Are you joking?”
The father-in-law’s thoughts were a bit dangerous.
Besides, where did he have four?
He was satisfied with just three.
The father-in-law was even more outrageous; one emperor and four concubines, not to mention the possibility of seventy-two beauties, disdain!
Su He walked up, gently embraced Princess Snow from behind, held her hand, laid his chin on her shoulder, and spoke seriously, “Wife, do not listen to his nonsense!
Once you have a husband, no other man’s words in this world are trustworthy, not even if they come from a father or a son.”
Princess Snow chuckled softly, her laughter becoming more frequent today for some reason as she seemed to have recovered from some heavy burden.
“Have you ever lied to me?” Princess Snow asked in a cold voice, looking into her eyes seriously.
Su He thought about it and blurted out with a bachelor’s candor, “I’ve never lied to you!”
He hadn’t told a lie; even while pursuing Princess Snow, he had not uttered a single falsehood—not even about the affairs of Baiyin White Spirit and Su Huanian.
A wife won through deceit wouldn’t last.
In Princess Snow’s cold gaze, a hint of satisfaction appeared.
Before she could speak, Su He sealed her lips with his.
A voice transmission entered her mind, “Wife, we’ve been in a hurry all this way, and it’s been several days since I’ve healed my injuries.
That Buddha Force won’t cause any backlash and grow, will it?”
Princess Snow’s face turned red, and she pushed him away.
The Buddha Force inside her was an unrooted source; how could it possibly backlash and grow?
If he wanted to indulge in lust, how could he have the nerve to push it onto her?
Princess Snow pushed once and didn’t budge him.
Instead, she was pulled down by him onto the water bed.
…
Seventy-three thousand years later, in the present world.
An emperor dressed in a Robe with cloud and dragon symbols stood in the sky.
He threw his Immortal Sword into the air, transforming it into a bolt of lightning that struck down from the Nine Heavens, aiming straight at his foe.
Halfway across the sky, thirty miles away, a Little Dragon Turtle as large as a grindstone transformed into a red-clad little Fairy, who reached into the sky with one hand and caught the lightning.
The wild and untamable lightning in her hand became docile as a small Green Snake in an instant.
The little Fairy flung her hand, and the lightning turned into a Sword Light that shot towards the emperor, piercing through his chest.
Above the emperor, a Luck Divine Dragon God let out a mournful howl, only to be bitten by a Luck Divine Turtle that emerged from the void, shaking its head back and forth, tearing off half the flesh with a cracking sound.
The Luck Divine Dragon God, with a scream, spilled Dragon Blood.
The emperor’s eyes darkened.
He grasped, pulling out a dragon spear and charging it directly towards the little Fairy.
But before he could kill her, the little Fairy’s figure flashed, turning into a red light that hurtled forward, wielding a Golden Hammer, three sizes larger than herself, and swung it down fiercely.
A dull thud rang out as the emperor, from high in the Nine Heavens, crashed down to earth like a meteorite, burying himself before a muffled sound echoed and shockwaves dispersed in all directions.
Then, the Luck Divine Dragon God suddenly froze in the sky, then scattered like ashes.
The battlefield went silent for a moment until the beat of a drum sounded, followed by a mountainous roar.
“Emperor!
Emperor!”
“City Lord!
City Lord!”
The cries for the City Lord and Emperor were a jumbled mess, but not diminishing in momentum; if anything, it sounded even more savage.
Ya Ya stood in the sky with a horizontal hammer, a blood-red cape flapping wildly in the fierce wind behind her.
With an air of dominance, she pointed toward the distant Imperial City and her voice carried in all directions, “Kill!
Today we break the city, reward the entire Military Division, promote the bravest warriors who climb the walls first by three grades!”
The soldiers below erupted, howling as they charged toward the Imperial City.
Further away, beyond the Imperial City, the Qintian Supervision occupied a mountain where cultivators resisted with formations, but then an unkempt Elder Ge, riding a camel, summoned an Immortal Sword and, with a slash in the sky, cleaved open the formation.
Suddenly, the old man tossed a string of prayer beads into the sky.
In an instant, stars fell like rain and meteorites in groups smashed down onto the entire Qintian Supervision.
In the sky, a little fairy stood motionless, like a sovereign reigning over the earth, watching the battles in all directions with an expressionless face.
This war didn’t last long, it ended after just three to four hours.
Then the little fairy in red clothes bowed to all directions and spoke, “You have all worked hard, soldiers.
With the battle ending, great rewards shall be given to the military divisions!
The Zhifangsi will tally the casualties and draft the compensation; soldiers entering the city must not disturb the citizens.”
“Yes!” The soldiers below responded in unison.
However, after their affirmation, there were those who called her ‘City Lord’ and others who called her ‘Great King,’ as if there was no consistency in how they addressed Ya Ya.
Ya Ya shifted in form and flew towards the rear of the army, landing in the tent.
Inside the main tent, Green Snake, clad in armor, put down her work at hand.
Ya Ya was just a hothead leading the charge.
The central command tent was the true headquarters, where Xuanzhen Old Taoist and Su Huanian were present, but Green Snake was implicitly in charge, even the Elder Ge who had just broken through the Qintian Supervision had flown back.
As Elder Ge entered the main tent, he burst into laughter which was abruptly cut off when he saw Xuanzhen Taoist looking at him oddly.
His laugh halted in his throat.
Then he restrained his audacity and bowed respectfully to Xuanzhen Taoist, “Xushou pays his respects to Sect Leader Uncle.”
Elder Ge, forcibly inducted into Guiwang Mountain, belonged to the generation of disciples bearing the ‘Xu’ prefix and thus went by the Taoist name Xushou.
Xuanzhen Taoist, with a flick of his horsetail whisk, chuckled and said, “Not to worry, not to worry.
Since you and I serve in the same court, it’s only natural to address each other as colleagues.
‘Sect Leader Uncle’ and ‘Sect Leader Nephew’ are titles for when we’ve achieved fame and return to the mountain.”
Elder Ge, however, was a bit uncomfortable.
Mainly because his horizons had broadened over the past few decades, he no longer dared to be as unrestrained as before.
The things he had seen in just a few decades at Guiwang Mountain far surpassed what he had seen in a millennia at Qingyuan Gate.
The world had broadened, and with it, his understating and awe of Xuanzhen Taoist had grown day by day.
He used to think that as a thousand-year-old, a Supreme Elder of Qingyuan Gate, he would be considered a senior elder even when outside.
But it was in Guiwang Mountain where he learned that without even ten thousand years of age, he was but a youth, right?
Especially this legendary Sect Leader, the more he learned about him, the more it left him with nothing but worship—blind worship.
Elder Ge dared not be rude and quietly hid to the side, not speaking further.
What he hated most was the confinement by etiquette.
Back at Qingyuan Gate, he was free and unrestrained, with no one able to bind him, but at Guiwang Mountain…
even those drumming at the gate were of the Xuan generation, whom he dared not provoke.
Even though his horizons had expanded and his cultivation techniques peaked, he found himself bound by additional constraints.
However, his master had promised that as long as he helped Ya Ya ascend to the throne, he would no longer be restricted.
He could be as free as the clouds and wild cranes, drinking wine, eating meat, even sleeping in a beggar’s den without further questions.
Thinking of this, Elder Ge could not help but ask Ya Ya, “Little guy, did you hear what the soldiers are calling you outside?
When are you planning to proclaim yourself king?”
Even if she didn’t claim the title of emperor, having conquered a nation and countless cities, proclaiming herself king was certainly feasible, wasn’t it?
Ya Ya didn’t speak.
After entering the main tent, her majestic demeanor slightly softened.
Still, several people glanced at Elder Ge.
Elder Ge was momentarily stunned.
Then he opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He had just habitually called her ‘little guy,’ Ya Ya didn’t mind, but these ministers were greatly displeased.
Xuanzhen Taoist chuckled, looking at Ya Ya with satisfaction.
The little guy indeed had the natural talent of an emperor; even her childlike appearance couldn’t dampen the loyalty and allegiance of the generals and ministers.
Ya Ya smiled and looked to Su Huanian at the back of the tent, “Mother, what is father doing right now?
When will he return?”
She could proclaim herself king, but with her father absent, claiming the title outright seemed lacking.
Su Huanian smiled, “He’s gone to rescue your grandmother; he should be back soon.
At this moment…
he’s probably fighting, aren’t he?”
Who could rescue someone without a fight?
…
“At this time…
the Little Master must be fighting!” Inside the Great Sun Tomb, Princess Snow leaned against the entrance of the Dragon Turtle Tribe’s Suppressing Turtle Shell, replying to the query from Emperor Luan in the distance.
Emperor Luan had asked about Su He several times, indirectly and directly probing for answers.
Counting the time since the Little Master had traveled back, he should be battling with her right now, right?
Thinking of the Little Master, Ji Feixue giggled, her cheeks flushing with a rose hue.
That lecher, quite wicked indeed.
Taking advantage of her illness, he forced her to concede every time.
Otherwise, he would not stop.
When he returns, she’ll show him what for!
Now that she had an Immortal Sovereign Body, she wondered what means the Little Master would use to subdue her?