God Emperor

Chapter 2271: Scarlet Mist

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

It was no secret that Yan Wushen had invited Zhang Ruochen for a drink. The moment the Nine-Dragon Carriage drove into Jiayin District, the news had spread to all the major forces.

Everyone knew that Yan Wushen and Zhang Ruochen were the top heroes of this era. There would definitely be a battle between them.

It could be a battle of victory or death.

Their meeting was intriguing.

At the same time, a wonderful battle broke out at the banquet hosted by the Yellowsky Clan.

Lord Xia Yu fought against Yue Tinghai of Puresky Clan, a powerhouse in the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm. Lord Xia Yu defeated Yue Tinghai forcefully and fiercely broke his right arm to avenge her humiliation.

Some people suspected that not only Lord Xia Yu had attained the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm, but she had also cultivated the third-class saintwill.

Otherwise, Yue Tinghai would not have been defeated so badly. He wasn’t able to fight back.

At that point, the position of the number one powerhouse of the Immortal Vampires had become a battle between Lord Bladehell, Lady Wind, and Lord Xia Yu.

When the news spread, the cultivators of the ten clans were shocked.

The strength of the Immortal Vampires had officially entered the forefront of the ten clans.

However, what puzzled countless cultivators was that the powerful Lord Xia Yu was not the captain of the Bloodysky Clan. Thus, Zhang Ruochen, who had come to the meeting at the Hall of Wushen, attracted even more attention.

The clouds surged in the night sky, showing six different colors.

It was the light from the six-colored star fog in the Forest of No Return.

Rumble

Along with the deafening sound of thunder, six-colored rain fell from the sky. It fell on the roof tiles like a beaded curtain and the tears of the heavens.

Pan Ruo stood in the pavilion. Her white clothes were like snow, and her long black hair swayed in the wind. She reached out her slender hand caught the raindrops and looked in the direction of Jiayin District.

Beside Pan Ruo, there was a slender figure in flames. If one looked closely, one would see that it was a woman.

Her name was Mistress Fireborn of the Deathkin.

"You think too highly of Zhang Ruochen, don’t you?" said Mistress Fireborn who looked confused and disdainful.

Pan Ruo’s gaze was as still as water. She said, "It’s not that I think highly of him. t’s the Yanluo clan who thinks highly of him. Why should we look down on an opponent that the Yanluo clan thinks so highly of? If Lady Wind has his support, we have to be on guard."

Tic-tac

Wujiang walked over with a green paper umbrella in hand. Under the light, his long shadow appeared on the ground. He said, "It’s still unknown whether Zhang Ruochen can walk out of the Hall of Wushen."

Mistress Fireborn stared at Wujiang. When she saw his handsome face, a different light flashed in her eyes. She said, "I heard that Yan Wushen walked the path of Buddhism. He used a sarira and a Myriad Buddha Lamp, to refine his body to the extreme. You can say that he had a Half-Buddha Physique. If Zhang Ruochen wants to walk out of the Hall of Wushen alive, it will be harder than ascending to the heavens.

"The rain is too harsh, and the wind is too cold. Let’s go back first! Zhang Ruochen is not a threat until he breaks his first shackle."

Wujiang walked past Mistress Fireborn and came to Pan Ruo’s side. He held the umbrella over, blocking the wind that drifted in diagonally and the rain that fell into Pan Ruo’s palm. Pan Ruo couldn’t help but frown. A hint of displeasure appeared in the depths of her eyes.

At that moment, a shadow appeared in the rain. Kneeling on one knee, it said, "Your Highness, Zhang Ruochen has walked out of the Hall of Wushen."

Pan Ruo’s eyes sparkled. A beautiful smile appeared on her pale face and she said, "Yan Wushen couldn’t keep Zhang Ruochen in his territory. Zhang Ruochen has already won this battle. Lord Xia Yu and Zhang Ruochen. The Bloodysky Clan is really intriguing this time. They are full of surprises."

A cold light flashed in Wujiang’s eyes. "I’ll go and meet him."

Wujiang had already disappeared from the pavilion before he finished speaking.

Mistress Fireborn was holding the green paper umbrella that Wujiang had held just now. She said, "Fighting is forbidden in Winterpage City. Isn’t Wujiang afraid of breaking the rules?"

"Don’t worry. They all know that fighting is within the rules," said Pan Ruo.

Pan Ruo’s hand was still open in the rain. She felt the coldness of the raindrops. Her palm was colorful like a painting.

The raindrops started in the sky and ended on Pan Ruo’s hand.

This was its fate!

"They?" said Mistress Fireborn as she was surprised.

The word "they" shouldn’t be referring to Wujiang and Zhang Ruochen. Could it be that other forces were preparing to attack Zhang Ruochen as well?

…

Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen drank three cups of wine before he got up and left.

After dragging Supreme Saint Xueqi out of the Dimensional Trap, Zhang Ruochen stepped out of the Hall of Wushen first. Zhang Ruochen’s entire body was covered in flames, emitting the fragrance of flowers and wine. His hair turned red and golden. There was a cracking sound under his feet as he walked.

As soon as Zhang Ruochen walked out of the hall, strange flowers grew on the ground in the garden. There were even petals floating in the sky.

The cultivators guarding the Hall of Wushen stepped back in shock.

Supreme Saint Xueqi was both depressed

Supreme Saint Xueqi wanted to ask, but he saw that Zhang Ruochen was not in a good condition, so he restrained himself.

"Back to Vastsea Manor." Zhang Ruochen ordered after he entered the Nine-Dragon Carriage.

The nine dragons roared, and the carriage rushed out of Winterpage city and drove on the street.

In the carriage, Lian Xi had already gotten down from the bed. She wore a purple robe and had a slim waist. Her hair was like flowing clouds. She sniffed lightly and looked at Zhang Ruochen, who was in pain. She said, "Were you drunk?"

"The Twelve Blossoms."

Zhang Ruochen crossed his hands and tried his best to circulate the Empyrean Emperor Ming’s Scripture. He refined the alcoholic properties contained in The Twelve Blossoms.

Although Yan Wushen was testing his depth, The Twelve Blossoms were indeed rare treasures. They had an extraordinary effect on refining the body and breaking the shackles.

Yan Wushen could take out this wine and taste it with Zhang Ruochen. This meant that he was not a narrow-minded person.

Maybe it’s not such a bad thing for Chi Kunlun to stay by Yan Wushen’s side.

Lian Xi frowned, and she said, "You know very well that there are huge hidden dangers in your body. Whether it’s a million times more Yang Qi, or Yanshen’s leg, three dragons, and three elephants, you will be consumed by them. How dare you drink such strong and burning wine?"

"Are you concerned about me?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

"I’m just afraid that you will torture me again. Or you will be consumed, and I will lose the best place to stay in the Infernal Court."

Zhang Ruochen stared at her with a strange look and said, "It seems that you have thought it through and understand your situation. This is a good thing."

"I only hope that you can agree to let me go if you go to the Battlefield of Merits in the future," said Lian Xi.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Do you still want to go back to the Celestial Court? Can You?"

"You don’t have to worry about that! As long as you promise me, I will promise you that I will listen to you and be your most obedient maid in the Infernal Court from now on," Lian Xi said.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and said, "Good! It’s useless to keep a woman whose heart is not with me. You can leave whenever you wanted to."

Lian Xi was completely relieved after she heard what Zhang Ruochen said. Lian Xi Saw Zhang Ruochen’s blood seemed to be boiling, then she asked, "How can I help you?"

"How can you help me with your cultivation?" Zhang Ruochen asked back.

Lian Xi showed a hesitant and gentle look. She approached him and was about to make a move, but Zhang Ruochen pushed her away. He said, "I want to use my body to digest the power of The Twelve Blossoms slowly. I want to use its power to refine the shackles in my body. I will remember your kindness!"

Whoosh

Supreme Saint Xueqi sat outside the carriage and looked at the empty street. He had a strong sense of doubt in her heart and he became vigilant.

In the Infernal Court, there was no difference between day and night. It was equally lively. Even if it rained, it should not be so quiet.

Suddenly, the Nine-Dragon Carriage stopped.

Lian Xi lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked, "What’s going on?"

Lian Xi was shocked to find Supreme Saint Xueqi, who had severed 72 shackles, did not sat on the carriage at all. Instead, he disappeared without a sound. A layer of pink fog appeared on the street in front of her.

Lian Xi could feel the space within the pink fog with her powerful spiritual power was stretching.

The fog became thicker and thicker. It surged toward the Nine-Dragon Carriage and swallowed the surrounding buildings and streets.

In the end, Lian Xi’s field of vision became completely pink.

An uneasy feeling rose in her heart.

A mocking laugh sounded in the fog. "The Fairy Shadowless from the Portrait of the Nine Beauties of the Celestial Court has come to the Infernal Court and become Zhang Ruochen’s servant. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?"

A carriage appeared out of thin air in the pink fog. The carriage was only 30 meters away from the Nine-Dragon Carriage and its driver was a human-shaped skeleton. Only his face was covered in flesh.

The laughter earlier was from the carriage.

Lian Xi stared at the skeleton driver and sucked in a breath of cold air.

The driver’s intact face was exactly the same as Supreme Saint Xueqi’s.

Could it be that the Supreme Saint Xueqi had been killed silently and turned into a skeleton?

Zhang Ruochen opened his eyes and released his spiritual power.

However, the moment Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power came into contact with the pink fog, it was corroded. He could not see through the opponent.

At that moment, a cloud of ghost fog appeared behind the Nine-Dragon Carriage. A black carriage stopped there. A burst of hearty laughter came from the carriage saying, "Don’t you feel humiliated to be Zhang Ruochen’s servant? Fairy Shadowless, this has nothing to do with you. Leave quickly."

The three carriages stopped in a straight line. The Nine-Dragon Carriage was blocked in the middle.

Lian Xi knew very well that if she left Zhang Ruochen, she would only be a prisoner of the next cultivator of the Infernal Court. When that happened, the situation would be even more difficult than it was now.

"Who are you? Don’t you know that fighting and killing are prohibited in the Winterpage City?" Lian Xi asked.

Zhang Ruochen sat in the carriage and said, "Their backgrounds are quite impressive. One of them is one of the three potential goddesses of the Fane of Destiny, Supreme Saint Yanhong. The other is the seventh son of the Ghost Master, Xu. Both of them are ranked in the top 10 among those attained Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm."

Lian Xi’s face turned pale instantly.

She knew that Zhang Ruochen had enemies all over the Infernal Court. However, it was unexpected that two powerful enemies came at the same time.

How should they break the situation now?

Since the other party had killed Supreme Saint Xueqi, it meant that they were not here to test and scare him.

Supreme Saint Yanhong’s voice rang out from the carriage in front of them, "You’ve been covered by my mist and lost your spiritual power perception. You were able to determine my identity at the first moment. Zhang Ruochen, it seems that during this period, you weren’t just having affair with the Fairy Shadowless in the Vastsea Manor."

In the carriage behind them, Xu said, "You’ve never seen me before, but you can recognize me. How did you do it?"

"Because you’ve always been my enemies. I remember everything about you. Break," said Zhang Ruochen.

The Divine Purification Flame surged out of the Nine-Dragon Carriage and spread out like a white cloud. It burned the pink mist until it disappeared and broke the illusion.

The skeletal carriage driver’s appearance was no longer that of Supreme Saint Xueqi. Instead, he wore a bamboo hat. No one could see his face clearly.

"So it was all an illusion. Supreme Saint Yanhong must have done this to scare us," said Lian Xi and she heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, the real Supreme Saint Xueqi was wrapped in pink threads that were like silk. It was as if he was wrapped in a blood cocoon and could not break free no matter how hard he tried.

If the Supreme Saint Yanhong dared to kill the Supreme Saint Xueqi in the Winterpage City, she would definitely anger the Wargod Bloodximius and the Fane of Destiny would not be able to protect her.

As the Divine Purification Flame burned, the pink threads of mist dispersed and Supreme Saint Xueqi escaped. He quickly retreated to the side of the Nine-Dragon Carriage.

Supreme Saint Xueqi was extremely depressed.

Supreme Saint Xueqi thought that after breaking through 72 shackles, he would have reached the level of a top powerhouse of the Hundred-Shackle Realm. He did not expect to suffer two blows after accompanying Zhang Ruochen to a banquet.

The gap between Zhang Ruochen and a powerhouse who attained the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm was so big.

CLANG! CLANG!

The wheels of the two carriages slowly turned and drove toward the Nine-Dragon Carriage.

With every 90 meters forward, the space would be compressed.

The space in the front and back seemed to have turned into two invisible walls that slowly moved over. The Nine-Dragon Carriage was pressed to the ground and couldn’t move. The stone slabs on the street were all cracked.

Boom Boom

Nine explosions sounded. The nine dragon souls pulling the carriage could not withstand the pressure of space and explode. They retreated back into the carriage.

However, Supreme Saint Xueqi and Lian Xi could not retreat. They could only rely on their own cultivation to withstand the impact of the pressure of space.

After the Nine-Dragon Carriage was re-forged, it was very close to being a Regal Artifact. However, the carriage creaked when the two carriages reached a distance of 90 meters. Cracks started to appear on the carriage.

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