Chapter 105 - 80: The Copper Coffin Emerges

Chapter 105: Chapter 80: The Copper Coffin Emerges

The carriage advanced, heading for the Jinjiang River. Su Chen, carrying the Sword Box on his back, braved the wind and rain as he hurried toward the Imperial Mausoleum.

The Qi Cultivation Immortal Tier has ten layers.

The first nine layers correspond to the First Grade, as well as the Acquired and Innate Grandmaster Realms.

The Immortal Path is stronger than Mortal Cultivation.

Though it was but a fleeting glimpse, Su Chen knew clearly that among the Immortals in the tombs, frozen for three or four hundred years and now awakening alive, there were countless High Tier Qi Cultivation Immortals.

’They can be released, but not now.’

’The world is chaotic enough.’

’We don’t need another group of Great Yu Qi Cultivation Immortals...’

The Imperial Mausoleum.

Ten li out.

There was a pavilion.

A figure with a noble bearing stood there, gazing into the distance at the Imperial City and the Jinjiang River. His brow was tightly furrowed, as if he had a thousand words to say, but no one to say them to.

His back was to Su Chen as he gazed out over the Human World.

What did he see?

The Royal Race slaughtering each other!

The world tearing itself apart!

Another catastrophe in the Human World.

The Great Zhou Royal Family had been at peace for over three hundred years, but suddenly there was a rebellious son committing patricide, Kings rebelling against the Emperor, and now a father and son vying for the throne.

How could the world have two Emperors of Great Zhou?

Back then.

’Was I wrong to have abdicated?’

"Captain Xu, there is wine in the pavilion," he said.

He didn’t seem surprised by Su Chen’s arrival.

He had spies in the Imperial Palace as well.

When he learned that Yum Zhong had walked out of the Library Pavilion, reached the First Grade overnight, and, under the banner of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, had slain the second Regent Crown Prince, he realized the truth. Su Chen had been in the Imperial Palace all along, watching over the Great Zhou Royal Family.

No wonder this Captain Xu had managed to survive every storm and stay alive.

So, he was the Human Sword Immortal who stirred the winds and clouds.

"Alright."

Su Chen didn’t stand on ceremony. Having arrived through the wind and rain, he sat down in the pavilion and poured himself a cup of warm wine.

It wasn’t mellow or fragrant, only bitter.

This was White Confucian Wine.

He used to like it very much.

But he hadn’t drunk it for a long time.

"Has anything happened at the Imperial Mausoleum?" Su Chen asked.

"The Imperial Mausoleum was flooded with Heavy Water, capped with molten iron, and the mountain sealed with mud. It’s said that even a legendary Great Demon Fiend would be sealed in for good!"

"It should be fine."

After speaking, he glanced at Su Chen, who was no longer drinking.

"I made a special effort to find out what you like. I thought you would enjoy the White Confucian Wine I so carefully prepared."

"Captain Xu."

"Should I call you Eunuch Xu, or the Wind Snow Sword Immortal who meddles with my Great Zhou?"

Long Xuanjun looked at Su Chen, his eyes filled with a complex mix of reverence, fear, and a dreamlike trance.

For three whole years, he hadn’t dared to sleep.

In his dreams, there was only that one sky-shaking, brilliant sword strike.

He had been afraid for three years.

He had woken up from nightmares countless times.

For three whole years, he hadn’t dared to enter the Imperial City. He cultivated diligently, and even after becoming the first Mortal Grandmaster, nothing changed.

Today, he was no longer afraid.

He decided to take this step!

For the sake of Great Zhou, he wanted to test the sword of the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, to see if its Sharpness was still as unstoppable as it was back then, like the Muddy World Sword Immortal.

"Wouldn’t it be better to just stay in the Library Pavilion and be the Grand Zhou Imperial Library Eunuch, or Captain Xu?"

"You shouldn’t have interfered with imperial authority."

"This world no longer belongs to the First Grade!"

Long Xuanjun sighed.

It was no surprise that his identity had been exposed.

During the Liang Dynasty, he had been relatively insignificant and had never done anything too earth-shattering. With Zhang Gui and Xu Han covering for him, it hadn’t been an issue.

Now, in the Great Zhou Xuanlong Dynasty, his cultivation was heaven-defying and his edge unstoppable. The few times he acted, he captured the world’s attention and shocked its people. The world’s situation was like a chess game in his palm, to be manipulated at will. Even with Chief Steward Ye before and Chief Steward Yum now, it was no use.

Their abilities were simply not enough to cover the traces Su Chen left behind.

The Wind Snow Sword Immortal had appeared several times, always in the Imperial Palace, and his movements coincided perfectly with Xu Ge’s. For anyone determined enough, it would be difficult to prove, but not difficult to guess.

This was true for the Flame Emperor, for Prince Jie, and for Long Xuanjun as well.

Su Chen could no longer hide.

Since that was the case, he might as well stop hiding.

"Do you still remember our agreement from three years ago?"

"The vast lands of Great Liang were handed over to Great Zhou, but has the Xuanlong Dynasty brought stability to the thirty million Liang People?"

"The world is in turmoil, and the Liang People are treated like pigs and dogs."

"It’s even worse than during the rule of the Violent Liang."

"Interfering with imperial authority!"

"I have the power to do so."

"In my eyes, even a Grandmaster is inferior to a First Grade like me."

Su Chen stopped drinking. He placed the Late Emperor’s Decree, which would enthrone Long Xuanjun as Emperor, on the stone table and said,

"I... want to make you the Emperor!"

"To protect the myriad people of this world!"

"Otherwise, I don’t mind changing the dynasty and finding someone else to be the emperor of a New Dynasty."

When emperors pursue cultivation, only one can reach the peak; the rest will all perish! This is related to the bloodline and the fate of the Dynasty.

Su Chen did not want Cyan Sparrow to die.

Having Long Xuanjun, a Mortal Grandmaster, become the Emperor, master the world, and bring stability to the people—with him providing support from behind the scenes—was the best choice.

Long Xuanjun fell silent.

His silence lasted for a long time.

"Uncle Xuanlong inherited the throne when his older brother died. After my own father passed away, my Imperial Brothers fought to their mutual ruin."

"In the end, I was the only one of the imperial father’s bloodline left."

"Thirty years ago, I did not take the throne. My answer is the same now."

"A Dynasty has its own cycle of prosperity and decline."

"Lord Su, why must you interfere and stir the winds of the world? Both Flame and Jie possess boundless ambition and grand strategies. They could be enlightened rulers, new sovereigns. In ten years, there will be no more Zhou and Liang. Which dynasty in this world hasn’t come to be this way..."

For three years.

Long Xuanjun had imagined reuniting with Su Chen countless times, but he never thought it would be like this.

At daggers drawn.

Swords drawn and bows bent.

That chair in Jinluan Hall... some people’s eyes turned red for it, willing even to commit patricide to take the throne. Others, like him, treated it with disdain, refusing it twice.

"For the sake of this cup of White Confucian Wine, I will give you one more chance!"