68 Mu (1/2)

”Young man, the chaos has enveloped lands beyond just the Long Kingdom.” Zhou Lei's smile turned rigid, his lips twitching.

”Then Zhou Lei, what is your agenda for coming here?” asked Feng Hui.

Narrowing his eyes, Feng Hui discerned the old man's use of innumerable treasures to increase his ceasing lifespan, living far beyond the standard Transcendent.

However, the old Transcendent's soul was akin to a flickering light bulb. Regarding the harsh cultivation world, the advancement in realms was nothing more than a form of prolonging; death forever loomed around the corner.

”Are you here to stop me as well?” Freeing himself, Chan Aiguo gnashed his teeth. During his rule over the kingdom, he had not addressed much concern over his new subjects. In the end, his own cultivation was the most important.

If one was strong enough, their words would become the law. With its emperor neglecting the citizens, the rich, powerful families became even stronger, while the average household was forced to return to the slums.

The majority of the Long Kingdom's top clans were joyful over their new ruler, who allowed them to grow without limit. However, the Prime Minister's estate dreaded the change.

Losing the enormous tree that had allowed them to be unfettered, Zhi Ruo's adoptive father now had a head full of white hair. The former Prime Minister was stripped of his title, and he was forced to hide with the Secret Legion.

Ignoring the hydra-attired emperor's roars, Zhou Lei shook his head, ”Your power interested me. I promise that I come bearing no evil intentions.”

While Feng Hui was thinking, a sudden, melodic voice reassured him.

”Grandpa Zhou?” Zhi Ruo cried out.

When Zhou Lei heard the excited call, his senses shifted toward the scarlet-robed beauty. Creasing his brows, he eventually laughed, ”Little Zhi?”

”Mn!” Jumping up, Zhi Ruo nodded.

”Hm.” Smiling, Feng Hui watched on. Since Zhi Ruo was on great terms with the old man, he did not require any more approval.

”Phew.” As if the pressure was never there, Zhou Lei felt the child's killing intent retreating. Up until now, he had not felt such incredible danger for thousands of years.

”Could it be?” Shaking his head, Zhou Lei had trouble believing that a child was at the Immortal realm of legend.

Chuckling, Zhou Lei praised, ”Little Zhi, you've done well to reach the Transcendent stage.”

Back then, Zhou Lei had noticed the little girl's overflowing talent, but her true cultivation speed shocked him even more.

”It's all thanks to Grandpa Zhou!” giggled Zhi Ruo. If this mysterious old man had not saved her all those years ago, she wouldn't have been able to return to Feng Hui's side.

Recalling the sinister mercenary group that had kidnapped the Prime Minister's treasured daughter, Zhou Lei sighed, ”No, it was due to your own hard work.”

Despite his efforts to sever himself from the mundane world, Zhou Lei had not been able to watch the talented scarlet-robed girl lose her life in such a meaningless fashion. Since his beliefs weren't stable, the Immortal realm has eluded him for millenniums, drawing him closer and closer to the end of his lifespan.

”Hmph. You all think of me as some clown. Isn't that right, Fengge?” Being overlooked, Chan Aiguo walked over and extended his hand; his palm was tanned and callused.

”Now, even an old man dares to ignore Zhen?” Caressing Zhou Lei's throat, Chan Aiguo grinned.

The expression of Zhou Lei was ugly. For millenniums, no one had dared to treat him like this. Feeling the malicious crimson light crawling around him, he sneered.

”To be forgotten, it seems that this old man has not shown himself for far too long.” Zhou Lei chuckled. Perhaps, the route of a spectator was incorrect. Thousands of years had passed to no avail. If he had to live against his wishes, what was the point of being a cultivator?

The crimson light continued to wrap around Zhou Lei's thin body, covering his skin from top to bottom.