Chapter 135: The Old Ancestor’s 7 Tokens

At the crack of dawn, Fifth Six Seven, who was hiding outside the Emperor’s Palace, heard a panicked uproar from within.

An hour later, wanted posters were plastered across the streets and alleys of the entire Imperial City. The fugitives were none other than the black-masked Yi Ersan and him, Fifth Six Seven.

The royal family seemed to have specifically gone to the Natural Residence to gather evidence. The figure in the portrait was identical to him, as if the most skilled artist had drawn it while looking right at him.

Of course, he had no way of knowing that the portrait had been personally drawn by the very Crown Prince he was wanted for assassinating, Su Han.

The assassination of the Great Demon King Crown Prince—news of this spread through every street and alley of the Imperial City almost overnight, becoming the single biggest event of the year.

As for the two assassins, Yi Ersan and Fifth Six Seven, they had mysteriously vanished before the Imperial City’s wanted posters even went up, their whereabouts unknown.

They left not a single trace of their departure.

Seeing this, Fifth Six Seven finally relaxed, believing that Yi hadn’t deceived him.

At the same time, his heart filled with emotion.

‘At first, I’d planned on using him, but I never expected Yi to treat me so well.’

‘I was the one who completed the assassination, yet he still shared the credit with me.’

‘From now on… I have to treat him better!’

As he thought this, Fifth Six Seven had no idea what kind of fate awaited him after taking credit for this “accomplishment.”

「The Imperial Palace.」

It was already past noon when Su Han saw his father and his mother, the Princess Consort.

The moment they met, before Su Han could even speak, the Princess Consort’s hand shot out and grabbed his ear.

“Little Han, what kind of stunt are you pulling this time?”

Looking at the demonic smile on his mother’s face, Su Han explained how the entire Assassin’s Alliance had a contract out on him.

“According to reliable sources, every assassin in Jiuzhou has their eyes on the contract on me. As long as I’m not dead, assassins will keep coming, one after another. I just so happened to run into an assassin with a few screws loose, so I took the opportunity to fake my death and get out of it all.”

Su Han didn’t reveal the visions he had seen with Su Yi’s help.

He didn’t even mention that their ancestor might not be truly dead, so naturally, he couldn’t bring up the matter of the mysterious “ancestral grandmother” either.

In fact, he had no intention of letting the truth about his faked death get out.

In the room, besides Emperor Jing, his father, and his mother, only Su Yi and Su Xiao’Er knew the truth.

He had even gotten Su Yi to help him fabricate the death scene in advance.

‘So… as far as anyone else is concerned, I, Su Han, am well and truly dead.’

‘No one knows I’m still alive, so naturally, no one can pin a lot of things on me.’

‘Including… that marriage contract left behind by the ancestor.’

‘What a joke. I have no feelings for the Thirteenth Miss of the Renwang Family, so how could I just submit to a piece of paper?’

‘Could it be just because she’s… so stacked and fair-skinned?’

‘Besides… am I, Su Han, the kind of guy who only likes busty girls?’

‘I… also like long legs!’

‘If the Renwang Family had actually been behind the assassination, I wouldn’t have to worry about the marriage contract; I’d just kill them as they came.’

‘But now, it was obvious my own ancestor was behind it, and the father and daughter from the Renwang Family had traveled thousands of miles to protect me.’

‘Even though I don’t agree to this marriage, I don’t want to make things too ugly.’

‘Faking my death to get out of it… is just perfect!’

‘Plus… by faking my death, I can leave Jing Country, right?’

‘Faking my death, taking on a new identity, and roaming the world… From now on, I’ll be as free as a fish in the sea or a bird in the sky!’

The thought of traveling across Jiuzhou, of all the Skill Trees in the world falling before his Sky-Filling Fire Dance, made Su Han’s heart pound with excitement. He was practically itching to leave.

At the same time, a mischievous part of him desperately wanted to see the reaction of that ancestor—the one who’d been “cooling off” in a coffin for over a thousand years—when they found out their own descendant had been offed.

And what would that cloaked figure, his suspected ancestral grandmother, feel when she learned that she had “accidentally” gotten her own precious grandson killed!

‘Hah! Even if they are my ancestor, they just casually put a hit on me with the Assassin’s Alliance.’

‘Do they really think this grandson of theirs is a pushover?’

‘They’re my own ancestor, so it wouldn’t be right to actually go and settle the score.’

‘But giving her a little scare… that should be fine, right?’

He hid in the Imperial Palace for seven days.

He watched as the uproar over the assassination swept through the Imperial City.

He watched as treacherous undercurrents swirled within the Imperial City.

With cold detachment, he observed the varied reactions of the Imperial City’s great families upon hearing of his death, noting each one down in his little black book.

Seven days later, the aftershocks of the incident had mostly subsided.

In disguise, Su Han accompanied his Sister as they visited the great families of the Imperial City one by one.

He sought out those who had secretly celebrated the news of his death and settled accounts with each of them.

「Half a month later, on the eve of his departure.」

Su Han followed Emperor Jing into the Imperial Palace Vault. With his Eye of Truth activated, royal treasures flashed before his eyes one by one.

Suddenly, Su Han paused, his gaze falling upon a Token resting on a wooden shelf.

Noticing Su Han’s gaze, Emperor Jing casually picked up the Token.

The Token was forged entirely from a strange metal and engraved with intricate patterns.

It had been stored in the Imperial Palace for over a thousand years, yet no one had ever discovered anything unusual about it.

Emperor Jing handed the Token to Su Han. “This Token was left behind by our ancestor. There are six more just like it, and they’re all here.”

Emperor Jing pointed to the other compartments on the wooden shelf. Su Han looked them over and saw six other, different Tokens displayed there.

Taking down the seven Tokens one by one, Su Han held them in his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.

His Eye of Truth scanned them one by one, feeding information about each Token into his mind.

Identity Token: A hidden disciple’s Identity Token for the Sumeru Sect. Holder may pass freely through the Sumeru Sect.

Identity Token: A hidden disciple’s Identity Token for the Supreme Dao. Holder may pass freely through the Supreme Sect.

Identity Token: Celestial Demon Sect…

‘Identity Tokens!’

‘All seven of them are Identity Tokens for the Major Sects.’

‘These Identity Tokens all share one trait: they belong to hidden disciples of their respective sects, so they won’t be easily recognized.’

Looking at the seven Tokens in his hand, images of his ancestor’s years in the Infernal Dao flashed through Su Han’s mind.

‘These… must be symbols of my ancestor’s various identities back in the day.’

‘I can’t believe my ancestor actually dared to leave these behind. Weren’t they afraid their identity would be exposed, causing the Seven Great Sects to team up and dig up our ancestral grave?’

Shaking his head, Su Han put the seven Tokens away. He looked at Emperor Jing and said, “Uncle, I find these Tokens quite peculiar. They might come in handy someday. May I take all seven of them?”

Emperor Jing: “…”

‘You son of a… You already put the Tokens away, and only now do you remember to ask my opinion? Don’t you think it’s a little late for that?’