Chapter 0061

Chapter 61: My Power Is Beyond Imagination!

Zhao Wu Tian stared at the four bloody words and breathed hard: “Let this be the only time.” Dizziness washed over him. What he feared most had happened. The “guest elder” was a terrifying, peerless force. The man had crushed Mo Ya like nothing and then sent a warning. That meant he had seen through everything, including Zhao Wu Tian’s every move.

[If it says “only this once,” then he isn’t aiming straight at me yet. I should go make peace, bow my head, and win his favor.]

An agent looked at Mo Ya’s corpse and cried out with rage: “Sect Master, we must avenge him! Our Heavenly Dao Residence has never suffered a loss like this!”

Zhao Wu Tian’s face turned cold as he slapped down on the man’s crown and exploded him into mist: “Do I need you to teach me how to act?” He did not know if that “someone” was still watching. To be safe, he had to show perfect respect at all times.

He waved a sleeve. Blood and bodies vanished. A roaring fire swept the floor until nothing at all remained.

He paced and muttered to himself: “I should go visit that lord and ask how to perfect the Life Extinguishing Desolation Array.” Array Arts had long troubled him. He had finished nine-tenths, but the last part still made his heart uneasy. To do great things, even if you can’t be perfect, you must push the chance of failure as low as possible. But going straight to ask would be rude, and might bring up old scores. He needed a worthy gift.

He walked back and forth, thinking hard. True experts looked down on common treasures. They already had more than enough. Suddenly his eyes lit up as an idea struck.

He licked his lips in excitement: “Zhang Chu Qiao, Yin Yang Dao Physique. It’s time for you to make a contribution to me.” He had planned to keep this treasure for himself once his plan was done. But compared to success, one woman was nothing.

He raised his voice: “Someone, go bring—”

A messenger burst into the State Preceptor’s residence, and Zhao Wu Tian almost lashed out on instinct. When he saw the man wore the Imperial Palace’s livery, he calmed down.

The messenger bowed and declared: “By Her Majesty’s decree: the Jade Purity Sect’s airship is entering the Imperial Capital. Her Majesty invites the State Preceptor to join in receiving the Honored Guest.”

Zhao Wu Tian answered at once: “I understand. Tell Her Majesty I will go immediately.” When the envoy left, his face darkened. “A nest of bad luck. Of all times to come, you choose now. Disgusting.”

Outside the Imperial Capital, Zhou Tong let his aura fade until he seemed like an ordinary man again.

The Guard Corps pushed through the stunned crowd, knelt on one knee, and shouted in unison: “Guest Elder, mighty!”

Zhou Tong teased them with a smile: “Weren’t you off to enjoy yourselves?”

The guard captain answered with honest devotion: “For us, being at the Guest Elder’s side is the best kind of fun.” Zhou Tong eyed him. [With a mouth like that, he must have a side gig. No way he’s just a brute.]

A roaring rumble came from above as an airship sliced across the sky toward the city gate.

Zhou Tong glanced at the banner of the Jade Purity Sect fluttering from its side and sighed, calm and cool: “Persistent as ghosts.” Then he turned and said, relaxed: “Come on, back to the palace.”

Inside the Imperial Palace’s reception hall, Qian Miao Yu wore a Nine Dragon Robe. Though she was a woman, her presence and dignity could not be hidden. She looked down from her throne without joy or anger, a born ruler whose every motion held the air of command.

Mo Liu Su bowed with perfect manners, neither humble nor arrogant: “Mo Liu Su of the Jade Purity Sect, with my disciples, greets Your Majesty.” Three disciples stood beside her: Tang Qi, Chen Ling’er, and Xia Hong Xiu. At first glance they all looked like heaven’s chosen, but Mo Liu Su did not know they each had their own schemes.

Chen Ling’er was the simplest. A Love Gu in her body made her feel a cheap, sticky affection for Tang Qi. By common sense she should already be blindly devoted to him, but for some reason she had grown resistant to the Love Gu. Her mind was clear at times and muddled at others.

Tang Qi’s problem was similar. For days, a figure haunted his heart. The shape was striking and not human at all: four legs on the ground, fat body, long bristles, big nose, sharp tusks, snorting and grunting. Yes, a real wild boar. Somehow, he now found boars more beautiful than people. Because of that, he still hadn’t laid a hand on Chen Ling’er.

Xia Hong Xiu was the heavy hitter. All she thought about was how to kill Mo Liu Su, steal her fortune, and complete her own path. She had lit Calamity-Attracting Incense again and again, trying to trigger the Three Disasters and Four Tribulations on Mo Liu Su’s body. The result drove her mad: Mo Liu Su not only stayed safe, she looked even more radiant.

Qian Miao Yu’s voice pulled them back to the present as she said: “Be seated.” After they sat, they finally took a good look at the empress.

Tang Qi stared, dazed. She was also a peerless beauty. [If I could take her into my arms…] His lust stirred, and he urged the old man in his ring to prepare a fresh Love Gu.

Xia Hong Xiu, tense and serious, watched Qian Miao Yu without blinking.

Qian Miao Yu noticed the heated gaze and asked plainly: “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Xia Hong Xiu lowered her eyes and answered: “Your Majesty, I dared to read your face just now. Between your brows there used to be a deathly aura, the sign of a great disaster. But lately it has shifted toward good fortune. It is a most auspicious sign. You must have met a noble benefactor.”

Qian Miao Yu’s lips curved as she said with a playful smile: “Yes. I have met a rare benefactor.”

Mo Liu Su followed up at once: “Oh? There is such a wonder in the world? Might we be lucky enough to meet him?”

Qian Miao Yu lifted a finger and pointed behind them as she said: “Of course. Look, he’s here.”