God Emperor

“What’s going on? Did that Zhang Ruochen offend all the cultivators in the world?”

The Crazy Alcoholic pressed a hand to Zhang Ruochen’s back. He turned around and was frightened when he saw the swarm of cultivators.

There were too many attacking and it was difficult to count them. Some attacked obviously while others were hidden in the darkness.

The ones in broad daylight were just average. However, the hidden ones were all very strong. They were at least Saints.

Some might want the treasures, but others wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen, not wanting to let him leave the imperial city.

“The Empress didn’t make a command, but I can guess her thoughts. She just wants to kill Zhang Ruochen and get rid of future threats. It’s just that she can’t do it herself.”

The higher-ups of the imperial court and Ministry of War were guessing the Empress’ thoughts. They wanted to cut off Zhang Ruochen’s head to get on the Empress’ good side.

“The Nine Heirs all suffered under Zhang Ruochen. We must kill Zhang Ruochen to take revenge for them.”

“The Empress has become a god. She will step down from the throne soon. The newest ruler of Kunlun’s Field will definitely be one of the nine Heirs. Whoever kills Zhang Ruochen will be greatly successful in the future.”

Beams of Destruction of Thousand Patterns and saintly spells fell from the sky to kill Zhang Ruochen.

Gu Songzi’s Spiritual Power was very strong. He naturally heard some of the telepathic messages, so he understood what was happening. “No matter what,” he said darkly, “Zhang Ruochen saved many humans. Even I’m impressed by some of the things. The Empress is truly cruel to kill him completely.”

Gu Songzi already knew about the Empress forcing the Crazy Alcoholic to kneel down and make a vow back then. Thus, he also resented the Empress.

Gu Songzi was about to attack, when cold wind suddenly blew over. A woman with white hair suddenly appeared before them.

She had a head of white hair, but she didn’t seem old. She had extremely youthful and beautiful features. Her skin was milky white, her lips red, and her lashes long. She was elegant like a goddess that had walked out of a painting.

But cold force surged out of her body.

“Die.”

She didn’t do anything and just uttered this word from her red lips.

Boom, boom.

Many cultivators exploded into bloody mist. Some of the cultivators who were further away let out pained cries and fell from the sky.

Merely that one word cleared up a patch. Tens of thousands of cultivators died. A bloody odor hung in the air.

The sky turned red.

“She’s the Saint Elder of Sacred Central Crypt. Run!”

“Oh my, how come this demoness is at the Central Emperor City again? Hurry and leave this place. If you anger her, your body will be buried thousands of feet underground.”

“Oh no. Since the Saint Elder is here, Zhang Ruochen’s treasures will most likely be taken by her. If she gets his treasures, won’t her cultivation improve even more?”

Both the nobodies in clear daylight and the big figures hiding in the shadows were running now.

Whoosh!

A thousand-mile-long bridge of blue clouds flew out of the Central Emperor City. The bridge was densely covered in words.

Wang Shiqi stepped on the bridge and came to the outside of the city. He was hundreds of feet from the ground. Behind him stood ten Saints of the Confucius Way, including the leaders of the four sects.

In addition, Heavenly King Douzhan, Kill-All King, and other figures of the Ministry of War also appeared in other directions.

Wang Shiqi wore a Confucian robe and emanated a mighty aura. His voice traveled across the land. “Kong Lanyou, the Empress has become a god and you still dare to kill freely in the Central Emperor City? Do you really think the Empress won’t kill you?”

Two beams of sharp light shot from Kong Lanyou’s eyes. “So what if Chi Yao becomes a god? Someone will make her pay what she owes. Wang Shiqi, if you know your place, take the useless people of the imperial court and get out. Don’t force me to massacre you all.”

On the side, the Crazy Alcoholic and Gu Songzi exchanged glances. They both had strange expressions, thinking, The Saint Elder is so powerful. She dares to speak to Wang Shiqi like this. That’s the Saint Master of the Confucius Way and advisor of the First Central Empire. He’s a very important figure of Kunlun’s Field.

A Confucian with white whiskers and hair walked out from behind Wang Shiqi. “Blasphemy,” he said coldly. “A new god has been born and the world is at peace. How can we allow a demoness like you to continue succeeding?”

Kong Lanyou’s phoenix-like eyes glanced at him. She extended a pale finger and pointed.

“Oh no.”

Wang Shiqi’s expression changed and hurriedly released Spiritual Power.

The next moment, Spiritual Qi continuously streamed over. They transformed into various abstruse saintly words and formed the word “shield.”

Thud.

In an instant, Wang Shiqi’s “shield” broke apart. An invisible beam of power flew from his neck and hit the white-haired Confucian.

Slice.

The next moment, the Confucian’s body was split apart. The bloody corpse fell from the sky.

Many cultivators in the imperial city looked in that direction. Seeing a Confucian get killed, they all trembled.

The Saints present were all intimidated by Kong Lanyou’s action.

Heavenly King Douzhan’s eyes darkened. Holding a snake spear, he walked forward.

Wang Shiqi’s expression was serious. He looked at Heavenly King Douzhan and roared, “Go back.”

“Lord, why do you stop me?”

Heavenly King Douzhan’s eyes were filled with confusion.

“She must have crossed that last step. Her realm isn’t the same as ours anymore. If you go, you will also…die…”

Wang Shiqi’s body trembled. He clutched his heart. He felt that his heart had been shattered by Kong Lanyou’s might. Kong Lanyou from before could never have given him such pressure.

Hearing Wang Shiqi’s words, Heavenly King Douzhan’s expression changed drastically and he hurried back.

The other strong cultivators of the imperial court all exchanged glances and had fearful expressions.

Kong Lanyou scoffed. She pressed down toward the Central Emperor City. Instantly, all the cultivators in the city felt extreme pressure.

Kaboom.

A handprint thousands of feet wide appeared. It slammed down, shattering the 3000-foot-tall statue in Ziwei Palace. It turned into broken pieces of rock.

At the same time, the Abyss Ancient Sword flew out of the city and landed in Kong Lanyou’s hands.

“Let’s go.”

Kong Lanyou turned around. She waved her hand slightly, releasing a thin layer of Holy Qi. It curled around Zhang Ruochen, Gu Songzi, and the Crazy Alcoholic. In an instant, they disappeared from outside the city.

A while later, they were far from the imperial city. They reappeared on a vast plain and didn’t continue to escape.

The Crazy Alcoholic and Gu Songzi were both very nervous. Their bodies were tensed and they stared at Kong Lanyou as if seeing a huge enemy.

Even though Empress Chi Yao was cruel, the Saint Elder of the Sacred Central Crypt was also infamous.

Why would someone like her rescue Zhang Ruochen if she wouldn’t gain anything?

“She must have her eyes on Zhang Ruochen’s treasures,” Gu Songzi said telepathically to the Crazy Alcoholic. That was his guess.

The Crazy Alcoholic’s expression changed. “Could she know that the recipe for the Six Saints to the Sky Wine is in Zhang Ruochen’s hands?”

“She probably wants the Thousand-leaf Saint Heart Grass,” Gu Songzi replied.

To them, there was nothing more precious than the recipe for the Six Saints to the Sky Wine and Thousand-leaf Saint Heart Grass. They actually started arguing while discussing this.

“It must be the Six Saints to the Sky Wine recipe. With her cultivation, she wouldn’t want Thousand-leaf Saint Heart Grass at all.”

“Impossible. The Thousand-leaf Saint Heart Grass is saintly medicine with 100,000 years of history. Even a Supreme Saint would be tempted. How can she not want it?”

…

When they saw Kong Lanyou walk over, the Crazy Alcoholic and Gu Songzi stopped arguing. They both paled.

“Actually, I’m not close to Zhang Ruochen at all. If you would like Zhang Ruochen’s treasures, just take then… Just spare his life.” The Crazy Alcoholic bowed at Kong Lanyou and smiled.

“We don’t know anything. We didn’t see anything.”

Gu Songzi was afraid that Kong Lanyou would kill them. After speaking, he grabbed the Crazy Alcoholic and immediately hurried away.

Kong Lanyou stared at the two old men with confusion. Then she withdrew her gaze and walked to Zhang Ruochen.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen’s injuries and dull eyes, Kong Lanyou’s heart was in pain. She extended a translucent finger and touched Zhang Ruochen’s injuries lightly.

She bit her lips and tears flowed out of her eyes. Her finger trembled. She could almost feel the pain and bitterness of Zhang Ruochen’s body and heart.

“Don’t pull me,” the Crazy Alcoholic said. “We can’t leave Zhang Ruochen behind. That kid is pretty pitiful. We have to save him even if we risk our lives.”

“That’s the Saint Elder of the Sacred Central Crypt,” Gu Songzi said. “Before her, even Wang Shiqi, Heavenly King Douzhan, and the Kill-All King don’t dare to say anything. Who are we? If we could save him, I would do it. But we can’t even save ourselves now, so let’s just run!”

“Cousin, you’ve gone through such hardships!”

Hearing this, the Crazy Alcoholic and Gu Songzi both froze. Their mouths dropped open and they seemed to be fossilized.

“Cousin?”

A moment later, the two old men finally blinked. They turned and looked toward Kong Lanyou and Zhang Ruochen.

They saw the beautiful Saint Elder hugging Zhang Ruochen tightly. She convulsed with sobs like a girl who was extremely heartbroken.

The Crazy Alcoholic and Gu Songzi’s eyes were about to fall out of their sockets. As if someone was choking them, they couldn’t even say anything.

The Saint Elder who had killed people without warning in the imperial city was actually hugging Zhang Ruochen and calling him “cousin”?

Gu Songzi prodded the Crazy Alcoholic with an elbow. Lips moving, he whispered, “Could the Saint Elder have gone crazy from cultivating and mistaken Zhang Ruochen for her cousin?”

The Crazy Alcoholic rubbed his eyes. “It’s possible,” he said seriously.

“That’s good. This way, we have a chance to save Zhang Ruochen. I have an idea that we can try.”

Gu Songzi took a deep breath. He had to risk things once to save Zhang Ruochen. Combing his whiskers, a wise expression appeared in his eyes. He stepped forward steadily and appeared beside Zhang Ruochen and Kong Lanyou. Chuckling, he said, “Actually, I am Zhang Ruochen’s grandfather. You two don’t need to be so sad.”

Kong Lanyou raised her face from Zhang Ruochen’s chest. She stared at Gu Songzi through her tears.

Because her eyes were filled with tears, Gu Songzi couldn’t see her expression. He smiled benevolently and nodded. “Yes,” he continued. “I am your grandfather.”