Chapter 136: This Sun Thief Is Even More Shameless Than Me

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: This Sun Thief Is Even More Shameless Than Me

However, since he had brought the boy in to pick out items, he naturally couldn’t forbid him from taking them.

"Take them," Emperor Jing said with a nod. Looking at Su Han, he added, "Is there anything else you want?"

Su Han thought for a moment, waved his hand, and swept away ninety percent of the Top Grade Spirit Stones in the vault.

Jiuzhou didn’t have any facial recognition payment systems. When traveling away from home, relying on his face wouldn’t work. It was better to keep some "snacks" on him.

"I don’t know how long it will take for me to return. I’ll just take these snacks as pocket money."

Emperor Jing was speechless.

Seeing ninety percent of his Top Grade Spirit Stones vanish in an instant, Emperor Jing felt his heart bleeding.

He screamed internally, "This little bit of pocket money of yours... it equals the total income of the entire Jing Country for three hundred years!"

However, considering that his own blood brother only had this one son, and he only had this one nephew, he relented.

Emperor Jing nodded anyway. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "Do you need anything else?"

Su Han waved his hand, and ninety percent of the high-quality Spirit Medicine in the vault vanished.

With another casual wave, ninety percent of the rare ores and wondrous artifacts also disappeared.

After packing everything away, Su Han looked at his Uncle’s constantly twitching mouth and blinked. "Uncle, does your... tooth ache?"

Emperor Jing stared in silence.

He thought, "My tooth doesn’t ache. My liver aches!"

"Ahem, Han... this should be enough, right?"

Watching Su Han empty half of his vault, Emperor Jing could no longer maintain his generosity.

Seeing his Uncle looking as though his heart, liver, and kidneys were shriveling from the pain, Su Han nodded and didn’t provoke him any further.

Emperor Jing breathed a sigh of relief and led Su Han toward the exit. As they walked, Su Han suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Wait a minute."

Emperor Jing swayed and almost collapsed to the floor. "What... what else do you want?"

"Ahem." Su Han glanced at his Uncle. "Um... does the royal family have any relics left behind by the Ancestor?"

"Relics?" Emperor Jing was taken aback. "The entire royal family is a relic of the Ancestor."

Su Han fell silent. Shaking his head, he thought for a moment before clarifying, "I mean things left behind by the Ancestor that don’t seem to have any practical value. Like... a coffin, or notes, that sort of thing."

"We don’t have a coffin," Emperor Jing shook his head. "But there is a notebook."

"Really?" Su Han’s eyes lit up. "Where is it?"

Emperor Jing led Su Han to a bookshelf. He looked up and searched for a moment, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes. "Huh? I clearly remember putting it here. Why is it gone?"

"Uncle," Su Han prompted, "what does the notebook look like?"

"It has a large red cover without a single word on it, and it’s about two fingers thick—"

Before Emperor Jing could finish, Su Han pointed at a desk next to the bookshelf... specifically, underneath one of its legs.

"Uncle, take a look under that table leg... is that it?"

Emperor Jing was speechless. Following the direction of Su Han’s finger, an uncontrollable wave of anger washed over his face. "Who used the notebook left by our Ancestor to prop up a table leg!"

"Can a lot of people enter this vault?" Su Han asked.

Emperor Jing shook his head. "Only I have the key—" He paused mid-sentence. "It was Old Eleventh! This is his doing!"

He recalled a period over ten years ago when Prince Jing brought the Princess Consort and Su Han back to the Imperial City. After dumping Su Han on him, the couple moved into the Imperial Palace Vault, claiming they needed to research something.

Later, he came in to check on them and found the two sitting around the desk, flipping through books. He watched from the side for a while, and seeing how engrossed they were, he decided not to disturb them.

As he was leaving, he noticed that the desk seemed so old that one of its legs was broken. Without thinking much of it, he casually pulled out a book to prop up the leg. He hadn’t paid any attention at the time and never expected that the book was actually the notebook left by the Ancestor!

He thought, "Ahem... this is all Old Eleventh’s fault! That’s right, he’s the one to blame!"

While Emperor Jing reminisced about the past, Su Han bent down and pulled out the red-covered book. Waving the notebook at his Uncle, he asked, "Can I take this notebook?"

Emperor Jing’s mouth twitched. He thought, "You’ve already emptied more than half of my vault. Does one notebook really make a difference?"

"Take it! If there’s anything else that catches your eye, take that too."

Su Han’s eyes lit up. "Really?"

"No," Emperor Jing deadpanned.

After leaving the vault, Su Han bid farewell to Emperor Jing and returned to his own quarters. Closing his door tightly, he sat at his desk and carefully opened the first page of the notebook.

No mystical phenomena occurred. Feeling slightly disappointed, Su Han pushed through it and began reading from the very first line.

Over an hour later, turning to the final page of the notebook, Su Han couldn’t help but silently complain about just how incredibly bored his Ancestor must have been.

This notebook contained the biographies of seven different people. These seven individuals came from various sects, including the Sumeru Sect, Supreme Dao, Celestial Demon Sect, and Dao Yuan Sect.

Su Han couldn’t understand why the Ancestor had bothered writing these useless, everyday slice-of-life stories. Could it be... just because all seven of them shared the surname Su?

Wait... wait a minute. The surname Su!

Could these be the assumed identities the Ancestor used during his years acting out his own version of Infernal Dao... and the actual deeds he experienced?

It was just that the Ancestor had split his experiences among seven different characters who had no connection to one another, completely erasing any trace of his own existence in the process. It made it seem as though these seven were genuinely just seven ordinary disciples living their separate lives within their respective sects.

If that were the case...

Thinking up to this point, Su Han couldn’t stop a profound smile from spreading across his lips.

Having finished the last page, Su Han closed the red-covered notebook. The moment he turned that final page, a BOOM echoed in his mind. Within his Sea of Consciousness... a golden projection materialized.

"Good grandson... it’s your Ancestor again! Surprised? Unexpected?"

Turning his head, the Ancestor winked playfully at Su Han. "I knew you were faking your death! Did you really think you could fool your Ancestor?

"To tell you the truth, I didn’t shed a single tear when I heard the news that you were assassinated."

Discreetly rubbing his slightly reddened eyes, the Ancestor put on a display of unyielding toughness.

Su Han thought, "Then could you explain why... your eyes got red the moment you saw me?"

"Ahem, Ancestor, aren’t you already dead? How could you have heard the news of my assassination?"

"Ahem, that’s not the point," the Ancestor replied. "I’m more curious about your goal in faking your death. Do you already have a plan?"

Su Han pondered for a moment, then looked at his Ancestor and asked in return, "These seven stories you wrote... they’re your personal experiences from those years you spent as a spy, right?"

The Ancestor nodded. "Yes, what about it?"

Su Han waved the notebook in his hand and looked at his Ancestor. "Then, Ancestor, what do you think of this scenario...

"A fiercely loyal predecessor accepts an assignment from his sect to infiltrate another sect. To complete his mission, he doesn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself. Even in his final moments, his only thoughts are of his sect, leaving behind an ancestral decree for his descendants to finish the job.

"Thousands of years later, his descendant—however many generations down the line—finally completes the mission assigned by the Ancestor and returns to the sect, carrying the Ancestor’s glory...

"Does a story like that fit your persona?"

The Ancestor was speechless.

He thought, "Brilliant! This Sun Thief! He’s even more shameless than I am!"