God Emperor

Saintly way forces emanated from Saint Wood Mountain, trembling the space around them.

Aside from them, the core members of the Mu family also went down the mountain, staring at Zhang Ruochen like he was the greatest threat. Even the weakest monks from the Mu family had already become half saints, which indicated the power of an ancient family.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the great beings from Mu family, holding Le’s body. He looked to Yun Zheng and said, “How have you been, Senior Yun Zheng?”

Yun Zheng walked out with layers of saint light flowing around him. He said, “Don’t even, Zhang Ruochen. We’re not friends.”

Zhang Ruochen said, “I want to see Sister Duanmu.”

“Lingxi is the fiancé of Lord Qiu Yu of the fire race now, and they’ll get married on the seventh day of next month. You shouldn’t have come to Saint Wood Mountain, boy, and Lord Qiu Yu isn’t someone you want to offend. You’d better stay away from Lingxi from now on,” Yun Zheng said.

“I know… It’s not up to you to decide…,” Zhang Ruochen said.

“You…”

Yun Zheng couldn’t be more embarrassed. He ground his teeth due to anger.

Zhang Ruochen raised his head, staring at the two saint clouds, and said, “Ouyang Huan, don’t you want to come meet your old friend?”

A silver saint carriage flew out of the saint clouds, landing on the ground.

Ouyang Huan was sitting in the silver saint carriage, wearing a stainless saint robe. His hair was perfectly brushed, and he looked young, handsome and elegant as if he were an angel.

The half saints from Mu family and the elders at the state of saint all saluted him. “Vice hierarch.”

Ouyang Huan stared at Zhang Ruochen, smiled and said, “Can’t believe you’ve fallen this far in just a year.”

“I have you to thank for that,” Zhang Ruochen said.

Ouyang Huan shook his head and said, “Do you even know why we risked our lives to stop you a year ago? We didn’t try to kill you. Instead, we were trying to save your life. If you actually got into Ziwei Palace, you’d been long gone now.”

Zhang Ruochen said, “Lidi, Xue Wuye, Gai Tianjiao, Beigong Lan, Sui Han, and even Chi Wansui might have been trying to save me, but not you. You attacked me because you were trying to get me killed, by the woman I used to love. You’re a snake, Ouyang Huan.”

Ouyang Huan was rendered speechless. He then said, “You’re smart. Unfortunately, you’re too impulsive. It’s foolish of you to climb up Peakless Mountain like before.”

“I don’t need you to judge me.”

Zhang Ruochen said, “Where is Qiu Yu?”

“Qiu Yu isn’t here. If you can give me back my heir stamp, I’ll invite you to the wedding on the seventh next month, then you’ll see him,” Ouyang Huan said.

“Seventh day of next month? Okay! I’ll definitely be here.”

Zhang Ruochen looked to the Saint Wood Mountain and shouted, “Sister Duanmu, please don’t give up on your life. I promise you that I’ll save you on the seventh day next month. No one can force you to do things you don’t want to do.”

Zhang Ruochen squeezed every word out, and his voice was transmitted a thousand miles away.

Zhang Ruochen came here because he wanted to give Mu Lingxi hope, otherwise she might kill herself before the wedding.

Mu Lingxi was lying on the ground in an iron palace in Saint Wood Mountain. She was incredibly moved by Zhang Ruochen’s promise. She could die happily after hearing that.

“That’s more than enough… Zhang Ruochen… You don’t need to come anymore. You don’t need to fulfill that promise…”

Mu Lingxi mumbled with tears in her eyes, yet there was a smile on her face.

Unfortunately, nobody could help Mu Lingxi send a message to Zhang Ruochen, nor could Zhang Ruochen hear her voice.

Lin Suxian was standing at the top of a spiritual mountain near Saint Wood Mountain. She was wearing a veil, looking at the saint light down in Saint Wood Mountain. She looked very conflicted and said, “See, another young guy who overestimates himself, just like Luo Xu before. Unfortunately, nobody can fight the reality. It’ll end in tragedy anyway.”

Qi Feiyu stood behind Lin Suxian and said, “You’ve always said you’d die for someone like Senior Luo Xu who’s willing to sacrifice his life for you. Isn’t it adorable that Mu Lingxi met Zhang Ruochen?”

Zhang Ruochen prepared to leave with Le’s body.

Yun Zheng then transmitted his voice to the saint leader of Mu family. “Zhang Ruochen is the soft spot of Lingxi. If he’s still alive, Lingxi will never give up.”

And then, a deafening sound was transmitted from the saint clouds. “Do you really think you can come and go from Saint Wood Mountain whenever you want?”

Zhang Ruochen looked to the sky, and he saw a fifty-year-old man standing at the center of the saint clouds. He was definitely a top-tier great being.

Tens of thousands of saint light chains fell from the sky, and each of them was made of saintly way rules.

“The saint leader of Mu family, also the saintly way overlord that gained his fame hundreds of years ago, will attack some young boy. Aren’t you afraid of being shamed by all the monks in the world?” A trace of gleaming sword light flew from afar, and it formed the body of Ling Feiyu.

Seeing Ling Feiyu, all the monks from the demonic sect kneeled down and saluted her.

The saint leader of Mu family sneered and said, “Leader Ling, are you meddling with my family’s business?’

Ling Feiyu’s eyes glinted fiercely. She said, “I owe Zhang Ruochen a huge favor, so I’ll make sure he leaves Peakless Mountain safely today.

The saint might coming from the saint king intimidated everyone, and even a saint like Yun Zheng felt that he had ten mountains on his back.

Saint kings were the kings of saints. Any random move from them could kill a saint.

Who dared go against a king of saintly way?

At this moment, another force of saint might that was just as mighty as Ling Feiyu’s was transmitted from Saint Wood Mountain. The two saint mights clashed with each other, making the space windy.

Ling Feiyu looked to the distance, and she saw a being in black standing at the center of the tornado like a black hole, sucking all the light around him.

“Are you interfering, Ye Xiaoxiang?” Ling Feiyu asked.

The being in black was the palace leader of Dark Night Palaces, Ye Xiaoxiang.

Ye Xiaoxiang chuckled and said, “I just reckon you’re treating Mu family unfairly, so I want to speak for them.”

“How so?” Ling Feiyu asked.

Ye Xiaoxiang said, “Zhang Ruochen isn’t a disciple of the demonic sect, yet he trespassed on Saint Wood Mountain and threatened to ruin the wedding of a junior from the Mu family. That was definitely provoking. If the Mu family let him go so easily, how are they going to posit themselves in the sect? You can’t let them be humiliated just because you owe Zhang Ruochen a favor.”

The saints from the Mu family all said, “That’s right, we need an answer.”

“Leader Ling, our family is an ancient family after all. Please, at least spare us some dignity.”

…

Ling Feiyu said, “Just name your price. How do you think it’s fair?”

“If Zhang Ruochen can handle three moves from the saint leader of Mu family, then I’ll make sure he can walk out of here alive,” Ye Xiaoxiang said.

“No. Mu Qingtian is already an upper-class true saint. Zhang Ruochen’s not going to survive three attacks from him,” Ling Feiyu said.

Ling Feiyu could tell that Zhang Ruochen had not been slack about improving his cultivation even though he was drinking every day, and his power had reached pinnacle Xuanhuang Realm.

It took Ling Feiyu five years to reach pinnacle Xuanhuang Realm.

Zhang Ruochen improved himself just as fast as Ouyang Huan who took countless saint pills.

However, the gap between a lower-class true saint and a middle-class true saint, and that between a middle-class true saint and an upper-class true saint, was gigantic.

It was unrealistic for a saint at Xuanhuang Realm to handle three moves from an upper-class true saint.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t want Ling Feiyu to be conflicted. After all, she was already having a hard time in the demonic sect. He stepped forward and said, “I’ll do it.”

“Marvelous. You’re indeed a Descendant of Time and Space.” Ye Xiaoxiang smiled.

Ouyang Huan curved his lips and said, “Zhang Ruochen’s so overestimating himself. There’s no comparison between lower-class true saints and upper-class true saints.”

Ling Suxian also shook her head and said, “I was planning to see how he was going to save Mu Lingxi next month, yet he’s not even going to survive the day.”