Chapter 71: The Fist Manual! The Imperial Tomb!

Chapter 71: The Fist Manual! The Imperial Tomb!

After a moment's contemplation, Su Nan waved his hand and put away the Bodhi Divine Gold.

The life-bound Dao weapon must resonate with the wielder. What exactly to forge and refine would depend on Changqing's choice.

After stowing away the divine gold, his gaze shifted to Zhao Shanke, who was still standing there. With a half-smile, he said:

"Ti Wu, Jie Ye took a piece of divine gold as compensation. You deal with the rest."

Zhao Shanke fell silent, his heart heavy with frustration. He had come today to vent his anger, but instead, he had only made things worse.

Without further ado, he flicked his wrist, and a scroll of a Heaven-Rank Fist Manual landed in Su Nan's hands.

He cast a dark glance at Wu Jiuling, then looked at Su Nan and said:

"In a year, at the Northern Region's Ti Wu Ancestral Festival, I'll be waiting for your family to ruffle some feathers."

With that, Zhao Shanke turned and left. However, he didn't head north but instead went to the Western Region, where Jie Ye was.

He had come today to help, and this loss couldn't be on his head. He needed to get reimbursed from Jie Ye.

Moreover, he was quite envious of that Bodhi Divine Gold.

...

"Such a stingy fellow."

Su Nan looked at the fist manual in his hand and pouted.

This fist technique was called the 'Celestial Universe Accumulating Force Fist.' It was of a high rank, reaching the Middle Heaven-Rank level.

However, few people practiced it.

It wasn't because it lacked power; quite the opposite, it was too powerful.

It could continuously accumulate and draw energy from the surroundings, condensing it on the fist. When unleashed, it was like the collapse of the celestial universe, with boundless power.

But the time it took to accumulate this energy was too long. Who would stand still and wait for you to finish?

By the time you gathered the full force, they would have killed you a thousand times over.

"Not bad, though. It's a bit of a crutch, but it depends on who uses it. If you can manage the accumulation well, it won't be inferior to a High Heaven-Rank fist technique."

Wu Jiuling glanced at it, took a large swig of strong liquor, and said with a drunken slur.

"Fine, I'll give it to Changqing along with the Bodhi Divine Gold. Whether he practices it or not is up to him."

Su Nan looked at Wu Jiuling with a headache.

"You drink every day, never getting enough?"

On this journey, Wu Jiuling had already consumed at least seven gourds of liquor.

"Do you think I want to?"

Wu Jiuling grinned drunkenly, "Without this liquor, I would have died long ago."

Su Nan raised an eyebrow and patted Wu Jiuling's shoulder. A moment later, his eyes flickered.

In his divine sense, Wu Jiuling's inner world was in ruins, with an imperial aura continuously destroying the already collapsing world.

The liquor he drank was like a gentle rain, nourishing his broken body. While it didn't cure the root cause, it did have some effect.

"Don't look, there's no cure."

Wu Jiuling smiled casually, "Injured by an imperial weapon, my foundation is ruined. I'm just a walking corpse."

Su Nan's expression became strange. He patted Wu Jiuling's shoulder and sighed:

"You old fellow, you have good luck. Not only did you survive the imperial weapon, but you also met me."

"Teach my son well, and who knows, maybe a miracle will happen."

Wu Jiuling's injuries were incurable unless the Alchemy Emperor reappeared.

But Su Nan knew that if anyone could save Wu Jiuling, it would be Changqing.

"Heh, tricking me into taking on a disciple?"

Wu Jiuling pouted, then pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"Never mind, I doubt I'll live to see the imperial path open and the imperial body manifest."

"Letting your son keep the legacy is better. Even if he can't practice it, he can still pass it down."

Su Nan was immediately displeased, "How do you know my son can't practice it?"

He cursed inwardly. Indeed, martial artists were all brutes, unable to speak properly.

Look at Ruxian.

Changqing hadn't read out the righteous energy in two years, but Ruxian still praised him to the heavens.

This old fellow has no social skills at all.

"Right."

Su Nan seemed to remember something and looked at Wu Jiuling, warning him:

"The Little Immortal Sect will open its doors in three days, and many prodigies will participate."

"Changqing's aptitude is only average among them, barely noticeable."

"After the ancient stone carving test, the reaction will likely be lukewarm, especially since he has no cultivation. The elders probably won't take him in."

"Wait for the right moment to step in and reluctantly accept Changqing as a disciple."

"Create the impression that he has endured great hardships to enter the sect, so that Changqing will be more diligent in his cultivation."

Wu Jiuling paused in his drinking, his hand frozen in mid-air as he listened to Su Nan’s meticulous instructions. He looked up at the sky, sighing inwardly.

"What kind of talent can learn the legacy of the Martial Ancestor?"

...

In the depths of the Void Forbidden Abyss, at the ruins of the Sword Emperor Sect.

When the Su family members saw Fan Yin attempting to flee, they were initially startled and wanted to chase after him. However, upon realizing that Ruxian was secretly watching, they all relaxed.

The idea was laughable—Fan Yin, even in his prime, would have no chance against Ruxian, let alone in his critically injured state.

Sure enough, it took only a moment for Li Qingchen to return, calmly carrying the lifeless Fan Yin.

Everyone’s eyes moistened with emotion. Although today was extremely perilous, the rewards were immense.

Not to mention, the essence blood of these Buddhist powers was a treasure comparable to a Holy Medicine.

"Senior, do you have any further instructions for Changqing?"

Li Qingchen casually tossed Fan Yin aside and then looked at 'Su Changqing,' or rather, the old man who was about to dissipate.

"Are you this child’s teacher?"

The old man smiled at Li Qingchen, sensing the familiar aura that he shared with Su Changqing.

Moreover, he could feel two terrifying divine seals protecting Su Changqing, one of which came from the person standing before him.

"I tutored him for two years," Li Qingchen said with a smile.

"It seems this child is no ordinary individual."

The old man glanced at the gathered powerful figures, his smile deepening.

"Indeed, he is extraordinary."

Li Qingchen looked at Su Changqing and chuckled, "He is the son of the Domain Lord, whose father is invincible in this world."

"Ha ha ha."

The old man laughed heartily, "In that case, there’s no need to hide the legacy from him."

With that, he slowly detached from Su Changqing’s body, his nearly transparent form appearing in the air.

Su Changqing, whose mind was in chaos, immediately fell unconscious and was caught by Li Qingchen.

The old man looked at Li Qingchen and said with a smile, "In ancient times, my Sword Emperor Sect had a mortal enemy who destroyed our sect and eradicated our legacy."

"Since the flame has been reignited today, this child, whether he wishes it or not, will bear the burden of this cause."

He then bowed deeply to Li Qingchen and the gathered Su family members, "My Sword Emperor Sect has declined to the point where we can no longer protect our young lord. We will need your help in the future."

Li Qingchen and the other Su family members returned the bow with complex expressions. They could sense the old man’s helplessness and his desire to follow the new lord.

However, he was merely a lingering fragment of a soul.

The old man held a stone sword and slowly ascended into the sky, his ethereal form gradually engulfed in golden flames.

The bright flames illuminated the horizon.

Bathed in the sacred light, the old man gazed into the distance.

He seemed to see the future—a young man with golden brows, reigning supreme like an emperor, unchallenged on the path to supremacy.

"Ha ha ha."

The old man’s hearty laughter echoed through the sky. His nearly dissipated form merged with the stone sword and plummeted into the depths of the Sword Emperor Sect’s ruins.

Boom!

A deafening explosion shook the heavens, and a grand tomb emerged from the ground, shrouded in a barrier and mist.

The old man had completely disappeared, but a smiling voice resonated throughout the domain.

"This is the final gift from my Sword Emperor Sect to our young lord."

"Once his imperial mark can manifest as a sword, he will be able to retrieve it."

The Su family members, hearing this, turned stiffly to look at the grand tomb being enveloped by mist.

A vast, terrifying, and supreme aura permeated the surroundings, causing even the Great Sages present to tremble with fear.

Li Qingchen’s pupils constricted, and after a moment, he murmured,

"An Imperial Tomb!"

(End of Chapter)

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