Chapter 384 385: Drunken Immortal Martial Emperor

"Are you sure I won?"

Su Mo asked, staring at the Tomb Spirit.

The Tomb Spirit nodded emphatically.

He looked like he was about to cry.

Although he knew from the start that Su Mo was powerful—far more so than the Ninth Floor Master and the others—he never imagined he would be *this* powerful.

Su Mo's strength had far surpassed his expectations.

"Alright, then!"

Su Mo withdrew his right hand, slightly disappointed.

He quickly composed himself, however. He'd known all along the Tomb Spirit was no match for him.

That was the real reason he had been reluctant to fight in the first place.

Otherwise, he would have used his Sword Moves.

Su Mo sighed helplessly. "Being invincible is truly lonely."

"Thank you for showing mercy, my lord!"

The Tomb Spirit scrambled to his feet and bowed respectfully to Su Mo, all traces of his former arrogance and disdain gone.

He knew that Su Mo could have killed him in a single move.

After all, the two times Su Mo had slapped him, he had done so casually, without using anywhere near his full power.

And that wasn't even mentioning Su Mo's terrifying mastery of the Sword Dao.

The fact that he could modify the Drunken Sword Technique, a creation of the Drunken Immortal Tower's own ancestor, proved that Su Mo's mastery of the Sword Dao surpassed even that of the ancestor himself.

Seeing this, Huang Yanchen, Ling Hao, and the others wore the strangest expressions.

The Tomb Spirit that they couldn't defeat even when they worked together had been slapped into submission by Su Mo.

The comparison was simply maddening.

"Senior, does this mean we've passed the test?"

Huang Yanchen asked cautiously.

The Tomb Spirit nodded. "You've passed. It doesn't matter if you're a disciple of the Drunken Immortal Tower or not. Anyone who can defeat me passes the test."

"Even someone who isn't a disciple of the Drunken Immortal Tower?"

Huang Yanchen asked in surprise.

The Tomb Spirit retorted, "If all of you unworthy descendants were to die, should the legacy of the Drunken Immortal Tower's ancestor be left without an inheritor?"

"Well..."

Huang Yanchen fell silent.

The Ninth Floor Master sighed. "If we were all to die, and someone else received the legacy, they could also be considered a successor to our ancestor."

"Good, as long as you understand!"

the Tomb Spirit said coldly.

Theoretically, as long as the person wasn't irredeemably evil or an enemy, they could receive the legacy of the Drunken Immortal Tower's ancestor.

"Follow me."

The Tomb Spirit walked toward the Ice Crystal Coffin in the center of the stone hall.

The others followed.

Once everyone had gathered before the Ice Crystal Coffin, the Tomb Spirit announced solemnly, "I will now summon the residual soul of your ancestor to bestow the Martial Emperor's Legacy. Prepare yourselves."

With that, the Tomb Spirit began forming hand seals.

RUMBLE!

After a series of esoteric spells, the Tomb Spirit spoke to the coffin. "Ancestor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, awaken! Your descendants have arrived."

BOOM!

The moment his voice fell, a terrifying surge of Soul Power erupted from the Ice Crystal Coffin, slowly coalescing in midair to form the illusory figure of an old man.

The figure had graying hair and an overwhelming Sword Qi, with a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

At this sight, the Ninth Floor Master and the others grew tense.

This was the ancestor of their Drunken Immortal Tower, the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor—a master who had dominated the entire Cangxuan Realm ten thousand years ago.

"We pay our respects, Ancestor!"

The Ninth Floor Master and the others hurriedly knelt.

"Rise," the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor said lightly. "There's no need for such formalities."

SWISH!

With a light raise of his hand, the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor lifted the Ninth Floor Master and the others to their feet with an invisible force. The movement felt completely natural.

'So this is the power of a Martial Emperor?'

Su Mo thought with some excitement.

The Drunken Sword Martial Emperor's gaze fell upon Huang Yanchen. "Late-stage Martial King Realm. Not bad. The others, however, are a bit lacking."

"You praise me too highly, Ancestor!"

Huang Yanchen said, filled with reverence and awe.

Even though he was just a Residual Soul, his remaining power was still terrifying. She feared he could kill her with a single glance.

Although Ling Hao, Shi Xiao, and the others hadn't been praised, they weren't discouraged.

After all, they were merely backups for Huang Yanchen.

But when the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor's eyes fell on Su Mo at the back of the group, they lit up. "What a powerful young man. What is your name?"

"Su Mo."

Su Mo replied, neither humble nor haughty.

The Drunken Sword Martial Emperor nodded, gratified, and said with pleasant surprise, "I never imagined my Drunken Immortal Tower could produce such a peerless genius."

"My apologies, but I'm not a disciple of the Drunken Immortal Tower."

Su Mo said coolly.

The Drunken Sword Martial Emperor frowned. "Not a disciple? Are you a Floor Master, then? Indeed, with your strength, you are more than qualified to be a Floor Master—even the Master of the 9th Floor."

"That's not it, either."

Su Mo shook his head again. "Let me be clear. I'm not from the Drunken Immortal Tower. I have no connection to it whatsoever."

"This..."

The Drunken Sword Martial Emperor hesitated.

Logically, he should pass the Martial Emperor's Legacy to Huang Yanchen, as she was a disciple of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

But Su Mo's talent was just too great, and there was a mysterious quality about him that even he couldn't see through.

A peerless genius like this was exactly the kind of successor he favored, the one most qualified to receive his legacy.

And yet, Su Mo was not a disciple of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

This put him in a difficult position.

After a long moment of contemplation, the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor asked, "Young man, would you be interested in becoming my inheritor?"

"Huh?"

Su Mo was stunned.

His plan had been to challenge the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor to a fight to test his own true strength.

As for becoming the inheritor...

...that had never even crossed his mind.

Su Mo said eagerly, "Senior Drunken Sword Martial Emperor, how much power do you have left in this Residual Soul of yours? Enough to fight me?"

"What? You want to fight our ancestor? Su Mo, how dare you!"

"Our ancestor was a great figure who dominated the Cangxuan Realm ten thousand years ago! Who are you to provoke him?"

"Apologize to our ancestor at once!"

Ling Hao, Shi Xiao, and the others shouted in anger.

The Ninth Floor Master had warned them that anyone who disrespected Su Mo would be disrespecting the ancestors of the Drunken Immortal Tower and would be killed without pardon. But even so, they couldn't contain their fury now.

Even on pain of death, they would not allow someone to show such blatant disrespect to the ancestor of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

Even Huang Yanchen found herself frowning.

However, she didn't reprimand Su Mo. Instead, she apologized for him. "Ancestor, Su Xiaoyou doesn't mean any disrespect. It's just that he... he..."

"It's just what?"

the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor asked.

"It's just..."

Huang Yanchen stammered, unable to finish. She simply couldn't find an excuse for Su Mo's behavior.

The Drunken Sword Martial Emperor, however, chuckled. "Allow me to finish for you. Su Mo is indeed qualified to challenge me."

"What?"

Huang Yanchen stared, dumbfounded, at the Drunken Sword Martial Emperor.

The Drunken Sword Martial Emperor said, "Even at the peak of my power, he would have been qualified to challenge me. To say nothing of now, when I am but a Residual Soul, a pale shadow of my former self."

"Ancestor, you must be joking!"

"That's right! At your peak, you were a master who shook the entire Cangxuan Realm! Su Mo... no matter how strong he is, how could he be qualified to challenge you?"

"Ancestor, you're a legend in our eyes!"