81: Chapter 81 Quasi-Emperor

Zhongzhou, Star-Plucking Tower.

Gu Sheng rubbed his chin.

"What am I afraid of? I just drew a half-step Quasi-Emperor. If it really comes to it, I'll just have him take a stroll around the Eastern Region."

With a half-step Quasi-Emperor as a safety net, the game in the Eastern Region could continue.

Outside Heavenly Saint City, Baicao Valley.

Su Qianxue sat in the Valley Master's main hall, looking at the shennong seal in her hand.

Su Tiance's injuries had stabilized, and he was currently in seclusion in the back mountain.

"Girl, that kid Gu Sheng is not simple." Danqingzi's voice resonated in her mind, "He gave you the intelligence on the Sword Burial Abyss just to use you as a spear."

Su Qianxue put away the shennong seal: "I know."

"And you're still cooperating with him knowing that?"

"He saved my father." Su Qianxue's tone was calm, "It's just a mutual exchange of needs."

Danqingzi sighed. He found that he was increasingly unable to see through this Disciple of his. Since experiencing the events in the Far North Icefield and the Western Wasteland, Su Qianxue's Heart-Nature had undergone a tremendous change.

She was no longer the simple Young Miss of the Su Family, but a truly qualified Valley Master of Baicao Valley.

"Valley Master." A Disciple reported from outside the hall, "Taichu Holy Land has sent someone to deliver an invitation."

Su Qianxue walked out and took the invitation.

Opening it, there were only a few sparse sentences.

Taichu Holy Land would host the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly on the first of next month. They were inviting all forces in Zhongzhou to attend the ceremony.

Su Qianxue closed the invitation.

Hosting an assembly just days after sealing the mountain—this was aimed at Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

"Prepare the carriage." Su Qianxue ordered, "Go to Heavenly Saint City, Star-Plucking Tower."

She needed to tell Gu Sheng this news.

The winds of the cultivation world were about to stir up waves again.

Inside Star-Plucking Tower.

Gu Sheng looked at the invitation sent by Su Qianxue and tossed it onto the table.

"Ten Thousand Sects Assembly. That's a tacky name."

Su Qianxue sat opposite him: "Taichu Holy Land is coming with ill intent this time. They have allied with other forces and are preparing to make trouble at the assembly."

Gu Sheng waved his folding fan: "Making trouble is good. If they don't make trouble, how can I harvest destiny points?"

He looked at Su Qianxue: "Is Baicao Valley going?"

"Yes." Su Qianxue nodded, "Baicao Valley cannot back down."

"Alright. Stay close to me when the time comes." Gu Sheng stood up and walked to the window.

The streets of Heavenly Saint City were bustling with traffic.

The tide of the Golden Great Era had already crashed onto this land of Zhongzhou.

Gu Sheng called out to the System in his heart.

"Spread the entire intelligence network of Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. I want to know exactly what kind of stuff that Ancient Ancestor of Taichu Holy Land is made of."

[Received. The intelligence network has been activated.]

Gu Sheng closed his folding fan.

He was looking forward to the Ten Thousand Sects Assembly. It would be best if Taichu Holy Land could put on a big show for him; otherwise, it wouldn't be worth the half-step Quasi-Emperor card he had just drawn.

The good show had only just begun.

Deep in the East Sea, Guixu Dragon Palace.

The seawater churned violently, and the entire Dragon Palace was shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere. The Third Ancestor and the Fifth Ancestor knelt outside the Crystal Palace, their heads bowed low. At the wound where the Fifth Ancestor's claw had been severed, Nie Xiao's domineering Saber Intent remained, causing the flesh to turn outward and preventing it from healing.

The gates of the Crystal Palace were tightly shut.

"Useless trash."

An aged voice emanated from within the palace. The surrounding seawater instantly froze into ice.

The gates slowly opened, and a withered old man stepped out slowly. He had two broken dragon horns on his head and was draped in tattered dragon scale armor.

The Second Ancestor of the Dragon Clan, Ao Tian. Saint King Realm.

"A mere Eastern Region, a place without even a Saint, and you were beaten into such a state." Ao Tian raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through ten thousand miles of sea. "The Ye Family? Never heard of them."

"Second Ancestor, that Ye Family Dao Protector's saber technique is bizarre, and there is suppression by the Heavenly Dao..." The Third Ancestor tried to explain.

"Excuses." Ao Tian interrupted him, "The Dragon Clan's reputation cannot be lost. So what if there is a Heavenly Tribulation? This old man can handle it."

He took a step and disappeared from Guixu.

The surface of the East Sea suddenly surged with ten-thousand-foot waves, heading straight for Tianshui City.

Tianshui City.

Second floor of Haiyue Inn.

Ye Yuan sat by the window, watching the black line surging from the horizon in the distance. It was a tsunami a thousand feet high.

The clouds hung very low, and purple lightning wove through them. The Heavenly Dao had sensed the aura of a Saint King and was brewing a Lightning Tribulation.

The Mortals and low-level Cultivators in the city were in chaos, looking at the doomsday scene in despair.

Chu Kuangren stood behind Ye Yuan, his legs trembling. "Young Lord, this pressure... it's a Saint King! The Dragon Clan has truly gone mad!"

Nie Xiao gripped his broken blade, the blade humming softly. He was only a Half-Saint; facing a Saint King, there was no chance of victory.

Ye Yuan toyed with his wine cup.

"What are you panicking about?"

In the air outside the inn, Ao Tian's figure appeared. He looked down at Tianshui City as if looking at a nest of ants.

"Ye Family brat, get out here and die."

The voice was mixed with the pressure of a Saint King, causing countless buildings in the city to collapse and the Formations to shatter.

Ye Yuan pushed open the window and looked up at Ao Tian.

"Old loach, you're so old and still coming out to jump around, aren't you afraid of throwing out your back?"

Ao Tian sneered. "Sharp-tongued. Today, this old man will use every living soul in this city to pay tribute to the majesty of the Dragon Clan!"

He raised his hand and pressed down.

The thousand-foot tsunami crashed down, intending to completely wipe Tianshui City off the map.

The Lightning Tribulation in the sky also descended, with thick purple lightning striking toward Ao Tian. He would endure the heavenly lightning to destroy Tianshui City.

Ye Yuan crushed a card in his hand.

"If heaven did not produce me, Li Chungang, the path of the sword would be like a long night for eternity."

A somewhat slurred muttering sounded above Haiyue Inn.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena.

An old man wearing a sheepskin coat, missing his front teeth, appeared out of thin air in front of Ye Yuan while picking his toes. He held a rotten wooden stick he had picked up from the side of the road.

The old man looked up at the crashing tsunami, then looked at the heavenly lightning striking toward Ao Tian.

"So noisy."

Li Chungang raised the rotten wooden stick and slashed it casually.

Sword Opens the Heaven Gate.

There was no Sword Qi, no sword light.

Just that thousand-foot tsunami, suddenly split in two from the middle. The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Subsequently, the two halves of the seawater evaporated out of thin air, not even a single drop falling into Tianshui City.

Ao Tian was stunned.

He had endured a strike of heavenly lightning, and blood was seeping from the dragon horns on his head. But his attention was entirely on that old man in the sheepskin coat.

"You... who are you?"

The Saint King's intuition told him that this old man was extremely dangerous. Extremely dangerous.

Li Chungang picked his nose and wiped his finger on his sheepskin coat.

"This old man is Li Chungang. I heard you wanted to wipe out all the living souls in this city?"

Ao Tian gritted his teeth. "Your Excellency wants to protect this Ye Family brat? Under the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, do you dare to use your full strength?"

"Suppression of the Heavenly Dao?" Li Chungang sneered. "When this old man was practicing the sword, the Heavenly Dao was nothing."

His wrist moved slightly.

The rotten wooden stick pointed at Ao Tian.

Ao Tian felt an irresistible crisis of death enveloping his entire body. He roared wildly, transforming into his ten-thousand-foot Golden Dragon form, his Saint King cultivation erupting without reservation.

The Heavenly Tribulation went completely berserk. The purple lightning filling the sky turned into a sea of thunder, intending to completely destroy this world.

Li Chungang curled his lips.

"Flashy and showy."

The rotten wooden stick slashed gently from top to bottom.

An indescribable Sword Intent surged into the sky.

This Sword Intent did not belong to this world; it transcended the Law and ignored distance.

The ten-thousand-foot Golden Dragon's body froze in mid-air.

A line of blood extended from the dragon's head all the way to the dragon's tail.

Ao Tian didn't even have time to scream; his massive body split directly into two, blood raining across the sky.

A Saint King, killed in one sword strike.

The Sword Intent continued unabated, rushing straight into the clouds.

That raging sea of thunder was forcibly split open by this one sword strike. The clouds dissipated, and the Heavenly Tribulation was forcibly dispersed before it could even finish its rumble.

The sky returned to clarity.

One rotten wooden stick, slaying a Dragon, breaking a Tribulation.

Tianshui City was deathly silent.

Chu Kuangren sat on the ground, his mouth agape, unable to make a sound. Nie Xiao's broken blade fell to the ground; he couldn't even muster the courage to pick it up.

Li Chungang tossed the rotten wooden stick aside and turned to look at Ye Yuan.

"Kid, the fight is over. Do you have any wine?"

Ye Yuan threw a jug of good wine over.

Li Chungang caught the wine jug, took a big gulp, and let out a burp. His figure slowly dissipated into the air.

The half-step Quasi-Emperor experience card had expired.

Ye Yuan looked at the dragon blood drifting in mid-air, his expression calm.

Zhongzhou, Star-Plucking Tower.

System notifications flooded the screen.

[Ding! Host's Clone Ye Yuan killed the Dragon Clan Second Ancestor in the Eastern Region, shocking everyone, and obtained 500,000 destiny points!]

[Ding! Quasi-Emperor level power has intervened, the Heavenly Dao Law web has further shattered, and the progress of the Golden Great Era's arrival has increased to 60%!]

Gu Sheng leaned on the soft couch, looking at the surging balance of destiny points.

"Half-step Quasi-Emperor, it really is useful."

Meanwhile, deep in the cultivation world.

Inside an ice coffin beneath the Taichu Holy Land in Zhongzhou.

A pair of turbid eyes suddenly opened.

"Quasi-Emperor Sword Intent... How could there be a Quasi-Emperor in the Eastern Region?"

Deep in the Southern Frontier's Hundred Thousand Mountains, cracks appeared on the surface of a sleeping Demon Emperor stone statue.

At the bottom of the Western Wasteland's Blood Demon Abyss, blood churned, and a low roar came from within.

On the Northern Plains' Heaven Burial Island, several ancient Divine Thoughts collided in the Void Realm.

"The Heavenly Dao suppression was split open by that one sword strike."

"The Golden Great Era is going to arrive early."

"Investigate, find out the origin of that sword strike."