85: Chapter 85 Burial Sky Island

Su Jiuer pushed the door open and looked at Gu Sheng's back.

"Pavilion Master, who is this person? There isn't even a trace of Spiritual Qi fluctuation on him."

"The new teacher hired by the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion," Gu Sheng leaned back in his chair. "How is the situation outside?"

Su Jiuer opened the account book.

"It's chaotic. Once the Heavenly Dao suppression vanished, dozens of ancient Secret Realm appeared all over the Central Plains. Over in the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Frontier, Demonic Qi is soaring into the sky. There is also activity at Heaven Burial Island in the Northern Plains. The Great Xia Dynasty encountered trouble while taking over the former site of the Taichu Holy Land."

"What kind of trouble?"

"A Loose Cultivator calling himself the Blood River Ancestor led people to occupy the main peak of the Taichu Holy Land. The Great Xia army attacked three times and was repelled every time. Xia Qingyue sent a message asking for reinforcements."

Gu Sheng tapped on the table.

Blood River Ancestor. Just the name sounds like an old antique.

"Send Chen Changsheng to go there," Gu Sheng instructed.

The former site of the Taichu Holy Land.

The main peak, originally shrouded in Immortal Qi, was now covered by a layer of thick, bloody mist.

In front of the mountain gate, the Great Xia Dynasty's Black Armored Army had broken Formations, suffering heavy casualties.

Xia Qingyue wore golden armor, holding a long sword, and stood at the front of the Formation. She had just taken the nine-turn soul-returning pill, and her cultivation was stabilized at the Dao Integration Stage, but she was still helpless against the bloody mist on the mountain.

The Blood River Ancestor was a monster who had lived for eight thousand years. After the Heavenly Dao suppression was lifted, he broke out of seclusion, his cultivation approaching that of a Saint.

"Your Majesty, retreat," a commander of the shadow guards knelt on one knee, his armor damaged. "That old monster cultivates the Blood Melting Technique. If you touch even a drop, your Physical Body will melt."

Xia Qingyue gripped the sword hilt tightly.

The resources of the Taichu Holy Land were the key to Great Xia's rise. If they retreated, the prestige of Great Xia would be completely lost.

An unpleasant laugh came from the mountain.

"Little girl of Great Xia, this Old Ancestor has taken a liking to this place. Roll back to your imperial palace, lest I, this Old Ancestor, destroy this flower."

The bloody mist churned and condensed into a massive human face, looking down at the army below the mountain.

The pressure of a Saint descended, and the Black Armored Army fell in droves.

Xia Qingyue gritted her teeth, about to forcibly mobilize the Great Xia Dragon Qi.

A clip-clop sound of footsteps came from behind.

Chen Changsheng wore worn-out straw sandals, holding bamboo slips in his hand, and strolled slowly through the army Formation.

He walked to Xia Qingyue's side and stopped.

"The wine of Great Xia is not bad," Chen Changsheng said without context.

Xia Qingyue looked at this shabby scholar.

"Your Excellency is?"

"Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, a teacher." Chen Changsheng looked up at the bloody face on the mountain.

The Blood River Ancestor snorted coldly.

"Heavenly Secrets Pavilion? Never heard of it. A Mortal without even any cultivation dares to come here and court death!"

The bloody mist turned into a giant hand and slammed down from above.

Chen Changsheng did not dodge.

He opened the bamboo slips in his hand and cleared his throat.

"The Master said, 'Is it not pleasant to have a friend come from afar?'"

The voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the entire Taichu main peak.

The giant hand stopped three feet above Chen Changsheng's head and could not fall even an inch further.

The Blood River Ancestor was shocked and uncertain, mobilizing all his cultivation, but the giant hand had hit an invisible wall.

Chen Changsheng closed the bamboo slips.

"But you, uninvited, occupy another's home; you are not a guest. You must be punished."

He spat out two words.

"Disperse."

Will Manifests as Law.

The Law of Confucianism descended.

The sky full of bloody mist evaporated completely in an instant. The massive bloody face let out a shrill scream and shattered completely.

The Taichu main peak saw the sun again.

The Blood River Ancestor's true form was exposed on the mountainside. He looked at the scholar below the mountain in terror; a Saint's intuition told him he had encountered an existence he could not afford to provoke.

"Senior, spare my life!"

The Blood River Ancestor knelt down and kowtowed without hesitation.

Chen Changsheng untied the wine gourd from his waist and took a sip.

"Scholars are reasonable. You hurt the people of Great Xia, so you must compensate."

The Blood River Ancestor quickly took off his storage ring and offered it with both hands.

"Full compensation! This is my eight thousand years of savings!"

Chen Changsheng did not take it, pointing at Xia Qingyue instead.

The storage ring flew into Xia Qingyue's hand.

"Get lost. If you dare to step into the Central Plains again, I will break your legs," Chen Changsheng waved his hand.

The Blood River Ancestor, as if granted amnesty, turned into a streak of bloody light and fled toward the Southern Frontier without looking back.

The Great Xia Black Armored Army burst into thunderous cheers. Xia Qingyue looked at the storage ring in her hand, which was filled with Top-Grade Spirit Stones and ancient Magic Treasures that the Blood River Ancestor had scavenged. These resources were enough for Great Xia to build three more elite legions.

"Thank you, Sir, for your intervention," Xia Qingyue bowed and saluted.

Chen Changsheng waved his hand and turned to walk back.

"Entrusted by others, I remain loyal to the task. Remember to send a few more jars of Great Xia's wine to Heavenly Saint City."

His figure walked very slowly, but in the eyes of everyone, he crossed a hundred zhang in just a few steps—shrinking the ground to an inch.

Heavenly Saint City, Star-Plucking Tower.

Su Qianxue hurried over from Baicao Valley, holding several bottles of newly refined high-grade Medicinal Pill.

"Pavilion Master, this is Baicao Valley's tribute for this month," Su Qianxue placed the Medicinal Pill on the table.

Gu Sheng nodded and put away the Medicinal Pill.

Luo Qingxue walked onto the terrace, holding the nine nether soul-suppressing zither.

"Pavilion Master, there is news from Xuanming Hall."

Gu Sheng turned his head.

"What message did that old brat Jun Wudao send?"

"There is unusual activity at Heaven Burial Island in the Northern Plains. An ancient ice palace has appeared deep in the Far North Icefield. Senior Brother asked me to take people to investigate," Luo Qingxue said.

Gu Sheng rubbed his chin.

Ancient ice palace. It sounds like a great place to farm destiny points.

"It's not safe for you to go alone," Gu Sheng stood up. "The Golden Great Era has just begun, and those old monsters in the Northern Plains must also be eyeing that place."

He patted Luo Qingxue's shoulder and looked at Su Qianxue.

"I need to go to the Northern Plains. Here in the Central Plains, Baicao Valley and the Great Xia Dynasty should look out for each other. If there is trouble you cannot solve, go to the Star-Plucking Tower and find Chen Changsheng."

Su Qianxue looked at Gu Sheng.

"The Northern Plains are treacherous; Pavilion Master, take care. I heard that a living ancient emperor has emerged at Heaven Burial Island."

"Ancient emperor?" Gu Sheng opened his folding fan. "Perfect, I haven't seen a living ancient emperor yet. I will go and witness it."

The purple-gold flying boat took off again, heading toward the Far North Icefield.

Meanwhile, in the Western Wasteland.

The Nether Ancestor sat on a throne of white bones, looking at a broken stone tablet in front of him.

That was a fragment of the karma monument he had snatched from the main plaza of the Great Leiyin Temple.

"Old Ancestor, the Buddhist Sect has sealed off the mountain," a demon general knelt on one knee.

The Nether Ancestor crushed the bone cup in his hand.

"Sealed off the mountain? They are just afraid. Pass down the order to integrate all the Demonic Cultivator Sects in the Western Wasteland. The Golden Great Era has arrived, and our Nine Nether Demonic Sect should go to the Central Plains and seize some territory."

Southern Frontier, Hundred Thousand Mountains.

A massive stone statue of a Demon Emperor shattered completely.

An eerie youth with horns on his head walked out from within. He breathed deeply, feeling the rich Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth.

"Six thousand years. This Emperor has finally seen the sun again."

The youth looked toward the Central Plains.

"The Taichu Holy Land is gone? The Great Xia Dynasty... interesting."

At this time, in the Northern Plains, wind and snow raged.

Heaven Burial Island was located in the deepest part of the Far North Icefield, shrouded in grey-white Death Qi all year round.

On the island, there was a massive ice-sculpted throne.

A mummified corpse wearing a dragon robe sat on the throne.

As the Heavenly Dao suppression was lifted, the mummified corpse's shriveled skin began to fill out, and two clusters of golden flames ignited in its hollow eye sockets.

"Golden Great Era... The Emperor's Path..."

The mummified corpse let out a hoarse murmur.

He raised his hand, and the surrounding glaciers shattered one after another.

"Pass on My decree. Heaven Burial Island has emerged. Go to the Central Plains and take back what belongs to Me."

Below, countless death servants sleeping in the ice broke out of the ice and knelt on one knee.

"As you command!"

In every corner of the cultivation world, undercurrents surged.

The curtain of the Golden Great Era was fully drawn at this moment.

On the flying boat, Gu Sheng lay on a soft couch, checking the new items in the System mall.

The Golden Great Era had begun, and the mall had upgraded accordingly.

[Emperor Weapon Fragment: 500,000 destiny points.]

[Ultimate Dao Formation: 800,000 destiny points.]

[Nine Nether Spring Water: 300,000 destiny points.]

Gu Sheng looked at his balance and sighed.

"I still have to keep causing trouble. This money really doesn't last long."

He looked at the sea of clouds outside the window. The outline of the Northern Plains was already vaguely visible.

In the ice palace, there better be a big surprise.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth his travel expenses.

Wind and snow rushed toward him. The purple-gold flying boat plunged into the snow-filled sky of the Far North Icefield.