Chapter 21 (1/2)
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
In a city in the Southern Snow Kingdom.
The fragrance of wine pervaded the air in a particular inn.
“That day, it was snowing heavily on Frost Thunder Mountain. The snow flew into the faces of those who were there, and no one could see clearly. Talented people from each sect were gathered there to compete for a legendary treasure, the Frost Thunder Crystal. Even Ice Frost Swordmaster Cheng Yefei was there.”
A storyteller said with a smile while he fanned himself. Rows upon rows of customers surrounded him and listened to his stories about the changing situations around the world.
“Before the Frost Thunder Crystals appeared, the cultivators could only wait. However, a six-year-old child silently sneaked near them. A disciple from the Iron Fist Sect noticed the boy and quickly threw a flying knife at him. The six-year-old child had no choice but to expose himself.”
“The disciples from each sect saw him and realized that the intruder was just a little child with an exquisite and handsome face. Based on appearance alone, he did not pose any threat.”
The customers listened seriously as they ate sunflower seeds.
In a corner of the inn’s first floor, sat a man and a lady, and they looked at each other. Only a plate of sliced beef was laid on their table.
The man was elegant and handsome. He wore an exquisite blue robe and was apparently from a wealthy family.
The lady wore a white skirt and a white veil. Her skin was fair and tender, her eyes were lovely, and her appearance roused people’s imaginations.
“Well, it looks like Zhao Xuan’s son could be dead indeed,” said the man, whose face showed pity.
The lady raised her brows and looked at him, asking, “Xiao Chengfeng, you don’t want him to die?”
Xiao Chengfeng shrugged and said, “The Empress has given us her orders. My thoughts are not important, I’m just a weapon.”
The lady in white did not say another word. The two remained silent, lost within their thoughts.
The storyteller continued to speak. When he was talking about the battle on Frost Thunder Mountain, his tone was sometimes sorrowful, and at other times impassioned, which made the customers very anxious.
After he finished his story, the customers continued to talk about it.
An oily middle-aged man snorted, “You are bluffing. How could a six-year-old child be so strong?” (TL: “Oily” is an online term used to describe someone fat, unkempt, and rough. It is usually used on middle-age men.)
After he said this, many others joined him in kicking up a fuss.
“Yeah! When I was six, I didn’t even know a word.”
“Old Li, the storytellers nowadays can exaggerate beyond imagination. Are you getting arrogant, or has the wine become cheaper?”
“Ice Frost Swordmaster is a Foundation Building cultivator. A six-year-old child cannot defeat him, no matter how talented he is.”
“Yeah! Do you understand what a Foundation Building cultivator is? Just with his strength alone, he could muster a huge force of ten thousand pounds.”
The storyteller’s face was hot red as he faced the complaints of the crowd. He snorted coldly and folded up the fan in his hand.
He reasoned sternly, “When have I ever lied to you? You can go and ask around. The news about the demon child on Frost Thunder Mountain has already spread across the world. Many sects even sent people to specifically search for him.”
As Xiao Chengfeng heard this, he was in deep thought and muttered, “If Zhao Xuan’s son were still alive, it seems that he would be six years old as well.”
The eyelashes of the lady in white quivered. She asked calmly, “Are you really implying that?”
Xiao Chengfeng laughed, “Even though this incident would be exaggerated if the child was really six years old, he would not be someone that the Empire could nurture.”
“Ms. Zhi Shui, you need to understand, it would be best for Zhao Xuan’s son to be dead, or else, your Lady Concubine Chen and Princess Ling Ling would be met with trouble.”
The incident involving Lady Zhao Xuan infuriated Emperor Yan of Zhou, and it soon became one of vital importance. Not only was the Empress investigating this issue, but other influential persons within the Great Zhou Empire were also investigating it.
They all understood the power of vengeance.
Prince Xuanji must die!
Ms. Zhi Shui took a deep breath and got up quickly. “Let’s go to Fallen Celestial Ridge,” she said.
…
Ten days had passed after the battle on Frost Thunder Mountain.
Zhou Xuanji did not venture out again but sought refuge in the plain.
When Qiu Baili found out that he snatched the Frost Thunder Crystals from two Foundation Building cultivators, his eyes almost popped out.
That was neither a sneak attack nor taking advantage of someone severely injured.
That was a straight-up battle!
Has this kid already become so strong?
That day, Qiu Baili was shocked by Zhou Xuanji once again.
Zhou Xuanji had already absorbed a piece of Frost Thunder Crystal and was breaking through to the Foundation Building stage.