Chapter 71: Chapter 70: Fist Scripture! Imperial Tomb!
After pondering for a moment, Su Nan waved his hand and put away the Bodhi Divine Gold.
A life-bound artifact must harmonize with oneself; ultimately, what to nurture and refine depends on Chang Qing’s choice.
After putting away the Divine Gold, his gaze fell on Zhao Shanke, who was still standing there, and he said with a half-smile:
"Tianwu, Kashyapa has given a piece of Divine Gold as compensation, it’s up to you to handle the rest."
Zhao Shanke fell silent upon hearing this, feeling a bit distressed.
He came today intending to vent his anger, but instead, he ended up in a troublesome situation.
Without further words, he waved his hand and tossed a scroll of Celestial Tier Fist Technique to Su Nan.
With a gloomy face, he glanced at Wu Jiuling, then at Su Nan, and said:
"A year from now, during the ancestral rites in the Northern Region, I’ll wait for you, Su Family progeny, to come and disrupt."
After speaking, Zhao Shanke strode away.
But surprisingly, he headed toward the Western Regions where Kashyapa resided, not the Northern Region.
He came to help today, this loss can’t be on him, he had to seek Kashyapa for compensation.
Moreover... he was quite envious of that Bodhi Divine Gold.
...
"What a stingy guy."
Glancing at the fist technique in his hand, Su Nan curled his lips.
This fist technique is named ’Cangyu Accumulating Fist,’ and its level is quite high, reaching the middle grade of the Celestial Tier.
However, it’s rarely practiced by anyone.
It’s not that its power isn’t strong; rather, the opposite is true, it’s just too powerful.
Its ability to continuously accumulate and absorb the energy between heaven and earth, concentrating on the fist edge, when unleashed, is like the collapse of the universe, with infinite power.
But the time required to accumulate power for this fist technique is too long, who’s going to stand idly by until you succeed in gathering power?
By the time you’ve finished accumulating, others would’ve killed you a hundred times over.
"Hic... it’s not bad, although a bit redundant, but it depends on who’s using it. Properly accumulated, it’s no worse than a high-grade Celestial Tier fist technique."
Wu Jiuling glanced over, took a big gulp of strong wine, drunkenly said.
"Forget it, I’ll give it to Chang Qing along with the Bodhi Divine Gold, whether he uses it or not is his business."
After speaking, Su Nan looked at Wu Jiuling headache-inducingly,
"You drink every day, isn’t there a time you drink enough?"
On this journey alone, Wu Jiuling had drunk at least seven or eight gourds of wine.
"Do you think I want to?"
Wu Jiuling drunkenly grinned, "Without this wine, I would’ve died long ago."
Su Nan raised an eyebrow upon hearing, reaching out to pat Wu Jiuling’s shoulder, after a moment his eyes subtly moved.
In his Divine Sense, Wu Jiuling’s inner world was in shambles, an Emperor’s Intent Dao Charm constantly ravaging the world that was about to collapse.
And the wine Wu Jiuling drank, was like nectar, nourishing that tattered body, although it only treated symptoms, it did have some effect.
"Don’t bother looking, it’s incurable."
Wu Jiuling casually smiled, "Injured by an Emperor’s Weapon, foundational destruction, just a remnant life."
Su Nan’s expression became a bit peculiar upon hearing this, he patted Wu Jiuling’s shoulder, lamenting:
"You old rascal, you’re lucky. Not only did you survive against an Emperor’s Weapon, but you also met me."
"Teach my son well, maybe a miracle will happen."
Wu Jiuling’s injuries, unless the Pill Emperor reappears, are beyond cure.
But Su Nan understood, if there’s anyone in the world who could save Wu Jiuling, it would definitely be Chang Qing.
"Hey, tricking me into taking a disciple?"
Wu Jiuling pouted, then contemplated for a moment, shaking his head:
"Forget it, I’m afraid I won’t live to see the Emperor Path open, nor the emergence of the Emperor Body."
"Let your son safeguard the inheritance; even if he doesn’t become proficient, he can still pass it down."
Su Nan immediately became displeased upon hearing this, "How do you know my son won’t master it?"
Cursing inwardly, he thought, warriors are truly blunt, lacking finesse.
Look at that prodigy.
Chang Qing hadn’t comprehended the aura of grandeur for two years, yet was praised to the skies by the prodigy.
This old geezer has no emotional intelligence whatsoever.
"By the way."
Su Nan seemed to recall something, looking at Wu Jiuling, he cautioned:
"The Little Immortal Sect is going to open the sect in three days, and a large group of talents will participate."
"Chang Qing’s aptitude is, among those people, considered average, rather inconspicuous."
"After the ancient stone monument test, the response should be lukewarm, coupled with a lack of cultivation, those elders are unlikely to take him in."
"At that time, eye the moment carefully, reluctantly accept Chang Qing as your disciple."
"Create a sense of overcoming hardships to enter the sect, this will motivate Chang Qing to work harder in his training..."
Listening to Su Nan’s lengthy instructions, Wu Jiuling paused his drinking hand.
He was speechless, looking skyward, sighing deeply within.
"With such aptitude, how could one learn the martial ancestor’s heritage!"
...
Tai Virtual Abyss, Sword Emperor Sect ruins.
The Su family noticed Fan Yin trying to escape, initially alarmed and wanting to give chase.
But seeing the prodigy secretly present, everyone instantly relaxed.
Ridiculous, let alone a severely injured Fan Yin, even at full strength, Fan Yin facing the prodigy would only result in death.
Indeed, within moments, Li Qingchen calmly returned with the breathless Fan Yin in tow.
Witnessing this, everyone’s eyes grew a bit warm; despite today’s immense danger, the harvest was equally great.
Setting aside other things, solely the essence blood of these great Buddhist powers was akin to precious holy medicine.
"Elder, is there anything else to instruct Chang Qing on?"
Li Qingchen casually tossed Fan Yin aside, then looked at ’Su Changqing,’ or rather, the elder who was about to dissipate.
"Are you this child’s teacher?"
The elder looked at Li Qingchen with a smile, unmasking the aura strikingly similar to Su Changqing.
Moreover, within Su Changqing, he could sense two terrifying Divine Seals protecting him, one of which belonged to the person before him.
"We studied together for two years." Li Qingchen smiled in response.
"It seems this child’s identity is not simple."
The elder glanced at the multitude of powerful figures, his smile widening.
"Indeed extraordinary."
Li Qingchen took a glance at Su Changqing, lightly laughed, "He is the progeny of this domain’s Domain Master, his father unrivalled in the present age."
"Hahaha."
The elder let out a hearty laugh upon hearing this, "In that case, this inheritance doesn’t need to remain concealed."
After speaking, he slowly disengaged from Su Changqing, his ethereal form nearly transparent, appearing in the heavens.
Su Changqing, with a chaotic Divine Sense, instantly passed out, being supported by Li Qingchen.
The elder looked at Li Qingchen, smiling, "In ancient times, my Sword Emperor Sect had a nemesis who destroyed our sect and our legacy."
"Now that the flames of resurrection are ignited, whether the child desires it or not, he shall bear this karma."
Saying thus, he offered a grand salutation to Li Qingchen and the myriad Su family powerful figures,
"My Sword Emperor Sect has dwindled to such a degree, incapable of safeguarding the Sect Leader’s growth, in future it will greatly rely on all of you."
Li Qingchen and the strong members of the Su family responded with a complex expression.
They heard in the elder’s words both powerlessness and yearning for a new Sect Leader.
However, it was merely the obsession of a remnant spirit.
The elder ascended slowly with the stone sword, his ethereal form igniting with golden flames.
The radiant flames illuminated the sky.
The elder bathed in sacred light, gazing towards the horizon.
He seemed to see the future, a youth with gold patterns on his brows, reigning with imperial might, conquering the Emperor Path, without a worthy adversary.
"Hahaha."
The elder’s carefree laughter resounded through the sky, his form and the stone sword fused completely, plummeting towards the depths of the Sword Emperor Sect ruins.
Boom!
A monumental explosion sounded, revealing a grand tomb rising from the depths, enveloped in barriers, mist ascending.
The elder vanished completely, but a voice filled with smiles echoed through the realm.
"This is the Sword Emperor Sect’s final gift left for the Sect Leader."
"When the Emperor’s Mark can forge a sword, then come and retrieve it."
Everyone from the Su family, upon hearing this, stiffly turned to look at the grand tomb gradually shrouded in mist.
A vast, terrifying, supreme aura permeated the surroundings, causing those present, even the Great Saint, to tremble with fear.
Li Qingchen’s pupils constricted, after a while he murmured,
"Imperial