Waiting for you online - - - Chapter 152

Chapter 152

“Diancang Peak … Song Ming He’s body is at Diancang Peak?” Song Zi Heng used the Zhou Hou Spiritual Sticks several times to narrow down the area and actually got a result that shocked him.

Li Bu Yu had switched Song Ming He’s corpse with a fake one and buried him in the place where the Wuliang Sect was located?

“Song Ming He treated you like that, and you still care about how his corpse is. Emperor is really a great filial son.” Li Bu Yu said sarcastically.

“Even if he was nasty and unpleasant, he was still Emperor Song. It is not your turn to insult the dignity of the Song Clan.” Song Zi Heng suddenly recalled what Li Bu Yu had said not long ago. He paused, “Just now, you said ‘did you still want to bury him in the ground’, so he was not buried … What exactly did you do?”

Li Bu Yu said smugly and straightforwardly, “It won’t hurt if I tell you. I suppressed his corpse at Diancang Peak with the Big Dipper Zhengji Binding Demon Formation, so that he would experience the pain and despair of that moment he died forever, and never be able to reincarnate forever!”

Song Zi Heng gasped.

Li Bu Yu had truly gone mad. The Big Dipper Zhengji Binding Demon Formation is such an evil art that reverses yin and yang, violates the Dao of heaven and creates evil karmas, and he himself would also suffer karmic retribution. His hatred towards Song Ming He had actually reached this stage.

Song Zi Heng had mixed feelings in his heart. He knew he had to protect the honor of his clan, but when he thought of the sins Song Ming He had committed, he felt hatred again.

The brief loss of concentration caused him not to notice that Li Bu Yu’s arm had been completely reborn. The newly grown arm suddenly went around the back and tore off the fixing talisman.

The spiritual power of the fixing talisman was bound to diminish over time, and with the huge spiritual power of the reborn severed limb, it broke the talisman at once.

The silvery sword flew towards Song Zi Heng. Song Zi Heng raised his sword to block, and was shaken back several steps by the sword energy.

Li Bu Yu held his sword in one hand and an ancient scroll in the other, which was the Wuliang Sect’s treasure that the world had come to fear —– the Thunder Ancestor Treasure Grant.

Among the Four Great Divine Treasures, the Thunder Ancestor Treasure Grant was undoubtedly one of the most powerful magical treasures in the immortal cultivation world. Li Bu Yu knew that in a sword fight, he was no match for Song Zi Heng.

This magical treasure really made Song Zi Heng as if facing a great enemy. He said in a cold voice, “Whether you want to silence me or escape, you cannot escape your own cumulative crimes.”

A pained look appeared on Li Bu Yu’s face, “Emperor ah Emperor, what do you want me to do to you? How good it would be if you knew nothing.”

Song Zi Heng said in a stern voice, “Li Bu Yu, hand over Song Ming He’s corpse and admit the sins you have committed.”

“If Song Zi Xiao knows this, Wuliang Sect would be destroyed, and thousands of cultivators would have their guts cut open and die without a complete body, is this what the Emperor wants to see?”

Song Zi Heng was stunned for a moment. Li Bu Yu was not trying to frighten him with words. This was what happened to the Wuyun Sect back then. Li Bu Yu deserved to die, but most of the cultivators in Wuliang Sect were orthodox and famous and were the tower of strength of the immortal cultivation world. How could he allow Song Zi Xiao to kill the innocent indiscriminately? He gritted his teeth, “Hand over Song Ming He’s corpse, and you will go to Zhangyang with me, and apologize for your offense with your death in front of my mother’s grave; in this way, you can preserve your Wuliang Sect.”

“Hahahahaha—–” Li Bu Yu let out a deranged laugh, and his eyes were almost crying with blood, “I have admired the Emperor for many years. I have never dared to hope that you would look at me properly, and I am already satisfied to receive a few compliments and to follow you, but you and I have to come to this point after all.” The scroll in his hand showed a great spiritual light, which slowly spread out.

Song Zi Heng mobilized his spiritual energy and condensed it into his sword, preparing for a great battle.

A man suddenly flew over from the sky. Although he was so small that they could not see his face at all, they immediately recognized that it was Xu Zhi Nan. All swordsmen will fly with their swords, however those from Chunyang Sect did not use swords and would often use objects at their fingertips, such as a leaf or a piece of paper to fly in the wind.

Xu Zhi Nan looked at Li Bu Yu’s broken arm on the ground, and the two men were at war. He knew that his previous guess was right, but there were more important matters at hand. He said: “Emperor, Song Zi Xiao has come to Mount Shu.”

Both of them were as if struck by lightning.

Li Bu Yu looked at Song Zi Heng warily, and Song Zi Heng looked at Li Bu Yu strugglingly. Xu Zhi Nan’s gaze darted back and forth between them, and the scene was comical and sinister for a while.

After a few struggles, Song Zi Heng put away his sword and stared grimly at Li Bu Yu: “You will pay the price.”

Li Bu Yu also put away his sword and magical treasure. He took a deep breath and said bitterly, “As long as the Emperor spares Wuliang Sect, Bu Yu is willing to die to apologize for my offense.”

Song Zi Heng rose with his sword and flew towards Yunding’s Mountain Gate.

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Song Zi Xiao was standing on the Eight Trigrams Platform, surveying the pale clouds and bluish-green peaks of Mount Shu from an elevated position. The crowd of cultivators from Wuliang Sect was as if facing a great enemy, not even daring to make a sound when they breathed.

There was a soft sound behind him. Song Zi Xiao turned around to see his big brother just landed on the ground, looking terrified and with bloodshot eyes, as if he had been through something, and he frowned.

Song Zi Heng’s heart rumbled and his right hand subconsciously clenched the hilt of his sword.

Song Zi Xiao’s gaze was gloomy and bone-chilling: “You took advantage of my departure from the palace, sent Song Zhong Ming away, and fled to Wuliang Sect. Who gave you the guts?”

“Zhong Ming is my son, and there is nothing wrong for me to pass him on to my fifth brother to raise. I came to Wuliang Sect to pay my respects to my mother and will return to the palace in a few days, so where does the word ‘flee’ come in?”

“Do you think that after sending Song Zhong Ming away, you can be free of worries? I can get him back any time.”

“Song Zi Xiao, he is only a seven-year-old child, you should let him go.” Song Zi Heng said in a deep voice, “With or without Zhong Ming, I can’t even escape from your hands. What are you afraid of?”

Song Zi Xiao glared angrily. He already had some subtle thoughts about the existence of Song Zhong Ming. Although he disliked that brat, he couldn’t help imagining that it was his and his big brother’s child, but Song Zi Heng just secretly sent that brat away, so where was he placed?!

On the contrary, he couldn’t say the reason for his anger outright, so he could only relent and say, “That poisonous woman Shen Shi Yao is buried in Mount Shu? I will have her …”

“If you dare to touch her, you will have to step over my corpse.” Song Zi Heng growled.

Song Zi Xiao took a few steps to Song Zi Heng, pinched his cheek and said in a vicious voice, “Threatening me with yourself? How much weight do you think you have*?”

“Emperor, Your Holiness.”

Song Zi Xiao let go of his hand and stared grimly at Li Bu Yu.

Li Bu Yu had already changed his clothes, even his sideburns had been re-combed, and his outstanding, handsome face wore an appropriately pleasing smile, as if a terrifying confrontation on Yunlai Peak had never happened: “It is indeed a supreme honor for my Wuliang Sect that the Emperor and Your Holiness are touring in Yunding one after the other. I hope that the Emperor and Your Holiness will forgive Wuliang Sect if we have been inconsiderate.”

Song Zi Xiao felt fed up when he saw Li Bu Yu, especially that flattering look, but it happened that this person’s words and actions were beyond reproach. He needed the Wuliang Sect, so he could only put up with his impatience. He said coldly, “I just brought back the ice crystal from Fenglin Continent, so I do need to tour around and to discuss alchemy with you.”

Song Zi Heng’s heart tightened.

Xu Zhi Nan took a few steps forward and said urgently, “Your Holiness, Immortal Lord Qi…”

“She’s not dead yet.” Song Zi Xiao sneered, “Even though she overestimated her own abilities, I still need the Ice crystal and Shen Nong Ding, so I spared her life for now.”

Xu Zhi Nan let out a breath, only his fingertips were still trembling slightly.

“Your Holiness has obtained the Ice crystal …” Li Bu Yu’s eyes rolled, “And now the alchemy will be more effective.”

“That’s right, I don’t want to practice on paper anymore*. I’m going to go to Kunlun and directly using Shen Nong Ding to refine the core.” Song Zi Xiao looked arrogantly at the people present, as if they were prey beside his mouth, “Thus, you will also need to offer more materials and treasures.”

Li Bu Yu and Xu Zhi Nan’s hands hidden under their sleeves were clenched tightly, the muscles on their faces squirming strangely, obviously both of them were holding back.

Song Zi Heng’s face had even less color. Song Zi Xiao is going to use the Shen Nong Ding to refine the core? To refine cores with Shen Nong Ding, it takes a lot of consumption to open the furnace once. This was not like blowing up one or two core furnaces in the core rooms. Song Zi Xiao is doing it for real this time. He thought back to when he was forced to go to Kunlun by Song Ming He. If he hadn’t gone all out and escaped, his golden core would have entered the Shen Nong Ding and gone into Song Ming He’s belly. Today was like back then, it was as if a nightmare was repeating itself. Is Song Zi Xiao going to turn into a second Song Ming He and take him to Kunlun to dig up his core?!

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How much weight do you think

you have*[你以为你几斤几两]—-aka “how capable do you think you are”

practice on paper anymore*[纸上练兵]—similar to 纸上谈兵 — idle theorizing