Chapter 348 - 166: The Cunning Battle

Chapter 348: Chapter 166: The Cunning Battle

He knew nothing about this.

Those were Chen Quan’s personal actions.

’Chen Quan wasn’t even a member of the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land. What does he have to do with us? We shouldn’t have a feud, right?’

He was a little afraid of the Mortal Realm.

The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land was one of the top powers on the Guanxi Plain, but he was genuinely a little afraid of the Mortal Realm. If the Mortal Realm were an old, established power, he wouldn’t be scared at all. Worst-case scenario, they would just have to fight it out.

But for the Mortal Realm to grow to this scale in just one year, and in a place like Jiangbei at that... only heaven knew what it had gone through.

That kind of Mortal Realm was what scared him.

’Who the hell knew what kind of fucking resources the Mortal Realm had hidden away!’

’An illegitimate son, cast out by the Jiangbei Chen Family...’

’The rainy season arrived early. Chen Fan managed to survive in the Wilderness, and by the end of it, he had slain the Ghost King and founded the Mortal Realm.’

’First, he eliminated the Young Master of the Pill Sect, then he slaughtered the entire sect.’

’He personally marched on the Jiangbei Chen Family and purged its remnants.’

’He launched the Silk Road and created the Mortal Realm High-speed Rail.’

’How the fuck did this string of accomplishments sound so much like the protagonist of some folk tale?’

’It’s like he was born to do great things!’

A long while later.

"Phew..."

The Slaughter Immortal Holy Land Saint Master let out a long sigh of relief and began to laugh. He’d sorted out the logic. ’There shouldn’t be a feud. The group I had sent out wasn’t targeting Chen Fan at all. Even if an accident had occurred because of this, the blame shouldn’t fall on the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land... right?’

’Besides, as they say, the heavens are high and the emperor is far away.’

’Even if there was bad blood, it wouldn’t matter. We’re so far apart. No matter how high the Level of the Mortal Realm’s City Wall, it’s not like they could just move it to the gates of the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land, could they?’

’Still, it was best not to have any enemies if I could help it.’

’Enemies...’

’The fewer, the better.’

Just then—

The Tea Room door was pushed open, and another message was delivered to the tea table.

「The Pavilion Master of the Mortal Realm’s Dark Pavilion is named Shao Qiu.」

"..."

The smile on his face slowly froze. ’Shao Qiu isn’t dead? And he joined the Mortal Realm?’

’So now we’re enemies, aren’t we?’

’No!’

’This doesn’t count as a feud, right?!’

’Sure, I imprisoned Shao Qiu, but he was the one who tried to infiltrate the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land. Imprisoning him wasn’t going too far, was it? And even if there is a grudge, it’s between Shao Qiu and the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land. That doesn’t mean the Mortal Realm should get involved, right?’

"This doesn’t count, it can’t count, it definitely can’t count."

He muttered under his breath.

The Grand Elder, who had been sitting by with a blank expression the entire time, was already used to this. This was just the Saint Master’s way of handling things. He had grown accustomed to it.

...

「Three days later.」

After the rainy season ended.

A cold wind blew from Jiangbei toward the Guanxi Plain. Riding that wind was news of the Mortal Realm. Almost overnight, many on the Guanxi Plain learned that a mysterious power had risen in Jiangbei.

It was called the Mortal Realm.

Meanwhile, in a city of mortals near the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land.

Shao Qiu and his Dark Pavilion members were seated in a private room on the top floor of the city’s tallest teahouse. He gazed out the window at a nearby mountain peak, his eyes glinting with eagerness.

On that peak was the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land.

The peak wasn’t high—only seventy or eighty meters.

But it was still an impressive find. Finding a peak like this on the great plains of Guanxi was a rare feat indeed.

Eight years ago, he had tried to infiltrate the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land, but his attempt had ended in failure.

But now...

His Cultivation had long since surpassed Martial King, reaching Level 14. He now had a Special Weapon forged from Earth Gold and a set of Night Traveling Clothes. He was itching to try again, to see if he could finally sneak inside.

Unfortunately, he was on a mission this time. He had to travel to the Guandong Plain and couldn’t make any reckless attempts.

"Pavilion Master."

A Dark Pavilion member beside him whispered, "Is that the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land? The place that imprisoned you?"

"Mm."

Shao Qiu nodded lightly. The other Dark Pavilion members also stared at the peak, their faces full of curiosity. Over the past year, their Pavilion Master had told them many stories of his former glory on the Guanxi Plain, so their curiosity was naturally piqued.

Just then.

The storyteller in the teahouse suddenly struck his bamboo clappers.

"Today—"

"We’re going to talk about a Legendary figure from the Guanxi Plain’s past, a man named Shao Qiu! You might not recognize the name, but you will surely recognize the Godslaying Hall—the Assassin Organization that rose to prominence eight years ago."

"The very same Shao Qiu who founded the Godslaying Hall with his own two hands."

"And in that year..."

"The boy was only seventeen years old."

"Ever since..."

The storyteller in the teahouse launched into his eloquent, nonstop tale. Meanwhile, Shao Qiu, sitting in the private room on the top floor, gave a slight cough and pretended to be unfazed, continuing to gaze out the window.

’He truly hadn’t expected that after all this time, there would still be people who remembered him.’

’Was I really that famous back then?’

The Dark Pavilion members beside him excitedly crowded the doorway of the room, listening intently.

"...but ever since Shao Qiu overreached and attempted to break into the Slaughter Immortal Holy Land eight years ago, the Godslaying Hall disbanded on the spot. From that day on, the name Shao Qiu was never heard again on the Guanxi Plain."

"It’s hard to say whether he was audaciously ambitious or just didn’t know his own limits."

"But now, eight years later..."

"Shao Qiu has returned! This time, he comes not as a genius Assassin, but as Shao Qiu, the Pavilion Master of the Jiangbei Mortal Realm’s Dark Pavilion!"

"Now, you might be confused when I mention the Jiangbei Mortal Realm, so listen closely as I explain."

"From time immemorial, Jiangbei has been a barren land..."

After that, it was barely about him anymore.

The rest of the story was all about the Mortal Realm.

Shao Qiu pursed his lips. ’I thought the story was going to be about me, but it turns out I was just the lead-in. They used me to introduce the Mortal Realm, and once that was done, I was tossed aside.’

’It looks like the Domain Lord has lifted the restrictions and is preparing to march south.’

’They’re already starting to build momentum.’

’Otherwise, there’s no way so much news would be circulating on the Guanxi Plain. Slaying the Ghost King during the rainy season, the Nine-Five Dragon Carriage annihilating the Pill Sect... they seem to know everything.’