Chapter 131: Fury of the Monster Spirit Emperor (1/2)

“Where did the black dragon come from?” Lu Yun goggled at the calming sea from the stronghold’s battlements.

“How can there still be something so powerful in the North Sea?” Stupefaction also filled Yuchi Hanxing’s expression. The black dragon had barreled out of nowhere and dragged the Black Tortoise image into the sea. Being able to overcome the combination of a juba and blackwater snake like that… it must be at least a peak peerless immortal!

Diexi looked oddly at the human and his equally befuddled friend, unable to understand why the two were acting this way. Wasn’t the black dragon the one Qing Han had captured in the abyss? How could they not recognize it?

Despite her innocence, she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut; something else was obviously at play here.

“Exactly!” Qing Han hurriedly chimed in. “That black dragon was at least a peerless immortal. I didn’t imagine something like that would be in the sea!”

Lu Yun tried his best to keep a straight face. “Alright, alright, the great battle between the peerless immortals is over. Let’s get back to our posts. Yuchi Hanxing, you should devote yourself zealously to defense in the near future, the monster spirits will be back for sure.”

“Yes, sir!” Yuchi Hanxing answered readily. She mentioned nothing about the juba that had so abruptly appeared. The only juba in the known world lived within the Skandha Range.

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I’m the one who saved the seaside stronghold, so why is most of the good karma going to Diexi and Qing Han?

Lu Yun was a little dejected on his way back. He’d thought he would earn the goodwill of eight hundred thousand soldiers and be propelled to the origin core realm, but the enormous amount that appeared flowed toward the zombie king and his friend instead.

The amount he’d received in the end was pitiably small. Nevertheless, they’d all benefited tremendously in other ways overall. The creatures that the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals had captured were earth-shattering enough, but there was Empress Myrtlestar’s ancient heritage, too.

Near the end of the battle earlier, the blackwater snake had intertwined around the juba to form the Black Tortoise’s image. The black dragonguard had then picked up both with his mouth and tossed them into the scroll, where they were now sealed.

It wouldn’t take long for the turtle and snake to fuse into a true, living Black Tortoise. When they did, the new life would immediately possess the power of a dao immortal.

The Divine Azure Dragon King that was currently recovering inside the Scroll was inscrutably strong as well. At its peak, it likely rivaled the strongest immortals in the world. Unfortunately, the severity of its injuries hampered it from doing much in its current state.

After fighting against the dragon king, Empress Myrtlestar had fallen into a deep sleep. Her lingering obsession had merged with her soul fragment, and who knew when she’d next awaken.

Naturally, Lu Yun brought the Scroll and Emperor Star inside the Gates of the Abyss and borrowed the energies of hell for a careful sweep. He handed them back to Qing Han only after he’d made sure they were perfectly safe.

Compared to his friend, he had gained even more. A seed from the Sal Tree of Life and Death! That would tremendously accelerate his cultivation. The sprout’s growth would support and fill out the hell behind the Gates of the Abyss, slowly restoring it to the fearsome locale of death it was meant to be.

Qing Han remained in Dusk Province, residing in Lu Yun’s manor. He was both propping up the governor and taking refuge from his own woes. He had far too many treasures on him at the moment; if he returned to his clan now, its oldest members would probably take note and rob him clean. Thus, his older brother and cousin had forced him to stay here in protective exile.

He was still the Nephrite celestial emperor’s envoy in name, overseeing the province on His Majesty’s behalf.

The coming days were idyllic in their peacefulness.

Lu Yun didn’t do much to intentionally gather goodwill. In the eyes of his people, he was still the same ol’ supreme bastard—the kind that did nothing but villainy all day long. If he suddenly did anything out of the ordinary, not only would he not be able to collect goodwill, but it’d backfire and he’d only draw the wrong kind of karma.

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