God Emperor

As if shocked by electricity, Concubine Lin trembled and turned around slowly.

When her eyes fell upon Zhang Ruochen, she trembled even more. However, seemingly thinking that it was a hallucination, she looked back and shook her head, sighing.

Kong Xuan stood beside her. She was now a grown-up beauty. Seeing Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen, her pretty face was filled with joy. She helped Concubine Lin stand up.

“Mistress, the Lord really has come back. Hurry and look. It’s not a hallucination. It really isn’t a hallucination.”

Zhang Ruochen walked to Concubine Lin. His eyes stung and he hugged her tightly. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he didn’t know where to start. In the end, he only said, “Mother, Chen-er is here to pick you up. We’ll never separate again.”

“Chen-er… You’re back, you’re back…”

Concubine Lin felt as if she was dreaming. It didn’t feel real. She hugged Zhang Ruochen tightly, afraid that he would disappear the next moment.

There were endless things to say since the mother and son were reunited. They didn’t leave the room and go to the dining hall until Qing Mo and Huang Yanchen finished cooking dinner.

“Kong Xuan, sit down and eat as well,” Zhang Ruochen said, chuckling. “If you don’t try Qing Mo’s cooking, you’ll definitely regret it for life.”

Kong Xuan was already a Half-Saint, but she still stayed beside Concubine Lin loyally as a servant. It was because of her care that Concubine Lin could move on from her depression every time.

Thus, Zhang Ruochen didn’t treat her as a servant either. Instead, he treated her like half a disciple.

“Thank you, Lord.” Kong Xuan bowed at Zhang Ruochen and sat down.

Reuniting after so long, Zhang Ruochen felt very happy. He wished this could continue and that he didn’t have to care about the battles and bloodshed of the world anymore.

However, peace wasn’t so easy. Conflicts were unavoidable.

Under the night sky, heavy murderous intent surged.

Whoosh!

Eerie wind blew past outside the Heir Mansion. Many black shadows appeared, standing in the dark.

An elder with sallow pallor held a dark red saintly staff. He stared at the well-lit Heir Mansion. “Spiritual King Saint Ancestor is distracting Ling Feiyu. Tonight is our best chance to act. We must capture Zhang Ruochen’s mother no matter what.”

“But there’s news from the north that Zhang Ruochen’s meridians haven’t been disabled,” a young cultivator said, worried. “Instead, he improved vastly and even killed people like Qi Zhenhuan and Blood Saint Miefeng. Wouldn’t we offend a great enemy by capturing his mother?”

“What do you know? Zhang Ruochen has already become our two races’ enemy. We can only remove future dangers by killing him. No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen is, can he be stronger than Spiritual King Saint Ancestor? Can he be stronger than Corpse Emperor Tianming?”

After scolding the cultivator, the elder added, “Princess Yinying already declared that if this mission fails again, all of us will be turned into ghost servants.”

The black shadows all trembled. Then heavy icy Qi radiated from them all. The elder waved his saintly wand. Thousands of ghostly shadows flew out, turning into eerie wind and rushing toward the Heir Mansion.

All the spiritual lights in the Heir Mansion shook violently and were extinguished.

As soon as the soldiers guarding the Heir Mansion sensed something wrong, many ghostly shadows rushed into them, taking over their bodies. In an instant, these soldiers were frozen in place. They couldn’t move and their expressions were dull. It was as if they’d been possessed.

Whoosh, whoosh.

The cultivators of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race transformed into dark shadows and snuck into the Heir Mansion.

People were eating in the dining hall. Huang Yanchen looked at the wavering lanterns and noticed that enemies had broken into the Heir Mansion. “Brother Chen,” she said coldly, “I’ll go out to welcome the guests.”

“Stay and tell Mother about our interesting stories in the Blue Dragon Void World, Yin Yang Sea, and the northern region. I’ll go welcome them.”

Zhang Ruochen patted Huang Yanchen’s shoulder and gestured for her to sit down. Then he smiled at the slightly unsettled Concubine Lin and walked out of the dining hall.

Standing on the stone steps, Zhang Ruochen turned around. He faced the dining hall and reached out. Heavy Spiritual Power surged out of his palms. It formed a sound barrier that wrapped around the entire dining hall.

“Look, there’s a figure standing outside the dining hall.”

“As long as it’s not Zhang Ruochen’s mother, kill them all.”

Two black shadows flew down from the rooftop like ghosts. They waved their swords at once, cutting down on Zhang Ruochen from two difficult angles.

Boom, boom.

Before their swords could fall on Zhang Ruochen, their bodies exploded into clouds of bloody mist.

Zhang Ruochen was furious. The Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race really dared to come and kidnap his mother. If he hadn’t hurried back earlier, wouldn’t they have succeeded?

He must give them a painful lesson.

“There’s a strong cultivator protecting Zhang Ruochen’s mother.”

Seeing two pretty strong brethren die horribly, the cultivators of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race rushed over. Some stood in the yard; others stood on the rooftops. They surrounded Zhang Ruochen.

“It’s only a junior. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” A balding elder sneered. He shook his bell violently.

Ding, ding.

Behind him, four Half-Saint battle corpses charged forward. They wore armor and held blood swords. The Corpse Qi that radiated from them was filled with decaying power. All the trees and flowers in the Heir Mansion wilted.

Zhang Ruochen huffed and pressed in the air. A gust of Holy Qi surged forward. The four Half-Saint battle corpses stopped in the air. The corpses exploded into yellow sand and filtered out of the armor, scattering on the ground.

Only four empty suits of armor fell onto the ground.

“Oh my. It’s a Saint.”

The cultivators of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race all gasped. The balding elder was especially terrified. He couldn’t help but retreat, wanting to escape.

Zhang Ruochen pointed and sword waves flew out. They hit the balding elder’s forehead. With a boom, his entire skull exploded.

The elder with sallow skin wielded his dark red saintly staff. Riding eerie wind, he appeared above the dining hall. Seeing the elder appear, the cultivators of the two races all let out relieved breaths. They bowed in unison.

“Greetings, Elder Lisheng.”

Elder Lisheng’s eyes locked onto Zhang Ruochen. “Kid,” he said in a low voice, “you best mind your own business. If you go against the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race, you won’t have a good ending.”

Zhang Ruochen glanced at him. “Who is behind this? Tell me and I’ll spare your corpse.”

The cultivators of the two races all thought that this young man was extremely arrogant. How dare he speak to a Saint Elder like this?

Saint Elder Lisheng noticed Zhang Ruochen’s cold eyes. His heart tremored. Realizing that this young man wasn’t simple, he asked cautiously, “Who exactly are you?”

“Who am I? Can’t you tell that I’m the one you want to kill?” Zhang Ruochen removed his Spiritual Power, revealing his true appearance.

“Zhang Ruochen.”

Terrified cries sounded.

Nowadays, Zhang Ruochen’s name had spread throughout the land. He was no longer a junior that could be butchered by anyone. Merely his status as the Hierarch of the Blood God Sect could scare cultivators to death.

The cultivators of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race trembled in fear. They fled in all directions, regretting coming to the Heir Mansion. Saint Elder Lisheng was no exception. He tried his hardest to escape. How did he dare to fight against Zhang Ruochen? Their cultivations were heavens apart.

“You want to go?”

Zhang Ruochen didn’t attack yet. He just released his saintly might and enveloped the entire Heir Mansion.

The cultivators of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race all knelt on the ground in fear. No one could remain standing upright. Some even passed out directly.

At the same time, Zhang Ruochen reached out and grabbed into the sky.

A dozen-meter-long handprint appeared. It captured Saint Elder Lisheng at the border of the Heir Mansion and dragged him back, restraining him in the handprint.

Hands behind his back, Zhang Ruochen walked emotionlessly to Saint Elder Lisheng. “Tell me, who is in charge? Where are they?”

“Zhang Ruochen, you better let me go!” Saint Elder Lisheng roared. “Otherwise, you’ll have a tragic ending.”

Zhang Ruochen stopped questioning him. He extended a hand, pressing down at Saint Elder Lisheng’s forehead. He wanted to steal the man’s memories and search for the answer himself.

Saint Elder Lisheng obviously knew Zhang Ruochen’s intentions. Thus, he deactivated his Holy Qi and sent it into his saintly source. The next moment, destructive power poured out of him.

“You’re deactivating your saintly source?” Zhang Ruochen furrowed his brows.

He retreated quickly and pressed down at the same time. He shattered the space around Saint Elder Lisheng, forming a zone of broken space.

Saint Elder Lisheng’s body was swallowed by the space. After he deactivated his saintly source, the space only trembled slightly. It didn’t cause much destruction.

Then Zhang Ruochen started asking the other cultivators. Unfortunately, their cultivations were too low and had limited knowledge. He didn’t get many valuable answers.

He only confirmed one thing: they had followed Princess Yinying’s orders. The two races seemed to have sent many Saints to the Central Emperor City too. Not only were they here to capture Concubine Lin, they’d also come to meet some powerful figures of the imperial court.

Princess Yinying was Feng Yinchan’s elder sister. Her main motive was probably to take revenge for Feng Yinchan.

He killed all the cultivators of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and Ancient Necromancer Race, crushing them into dust.

Then Zhang Ruochen took out the Buddha’s sarira. He flew around the Heir Mansion, purifying the ghosts that had taken over the guards.

The guards didn’t know what had happened. They thought that they’d just been dazed. Not thinking too much, they started patrolling and standing guard again.

Zhang Ruochen pushed open the dining hall’s door. He walked in with a smile and sat back down. Smiling, he said, “Mother, how was your chat with Yanchen? The Blue Dragon Void World, Yin Yang Sea, and the north were all very interesting. It wasn’t dangerous at all. That’s all just nonsense.”