Chapter 133: The Coretrial Arena (1/2)

Lu Yun felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun, if such things existed in this world. Anyone from the immortal world would be allowed to challenge him?

If it weren’t for Zhao Fengyang adding at the end that only cultivators qualified for the challenge—not immortals—he would’ve already thrown away the provincial seal and made a run for it. Even so, stress bore down on him. How vast was the world of immortals?

There were more geniuses in the world than carp in a river. And given the significance of the ancient lord’s legacy, all of the greatest factions in the world would dispatch their most talented geniuses.

In comparison, Lu Yun’s expertise lay in tomb raiding. He was no fighting maniac, unlike Aoxue, who would’ve been delighted to be pitted against experts from all over the world.

In the following days, the governor never once set foot outside, staying behind closed doors to connect the four envoys’ various experiences with each other. In particular, he avidly went over Aoxue’s battle experience as well as all of her immortal arts and combat skills, making them his own. He could already use said skills to begin with, but merely at a superficial level. For instance, he’d only been able to kill the rimesnake king with the dragon princess’ assistance on landing the final blow.

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Undercurrents undulated through the immortal world like the gathering storm. The legacy of the ancient lord was too important for any faction to pass over. Such legacies were usually hidden inside ancient tombs, guarded by layers upon layers of formations and legions of zombies and other monsters. But the one in Dusk Province was simply buried underground and could easily be unearthed as long as one had the provincial seal.

“Foolish! How can imperial father issue such a decree? Is he suffering from a cultivation deviation?”

Crash!

A jade tea cup hit the ground at a high velocity. Since it was made of abnormally strong material, it merely bounced a few times before rolling to the side, undamaged. Zhao Changkong stalked out of his residence, anger plain on his face.

His father had already abdicated, but the fact hadn’t been made public yet. As of now, Zhao Changkong was merely the heir apparent. To be recognized as the true celestial emperor, he needed Zhao Fengyang to publicly announce his decision.

“Has he lost his mind?!” he furiously screamed into the air.

“There must be a profound reason behind Zhao Fengyang’s actions.” Not far away, Wayfarer held a brush in hand as he slowly drew a landscape in the air with a figure standing among the mountains and rivers, a woman of striking and unparalleled beauty.

He suddenly heaved a sigh and erased the woman with a broad stroke while Zhao Changkong collected himself.

“Perhaps imperial father fears a joint attack on Nephrite Major once he goes into seclusion?” The possibility struck him, but Wayfarer slowly shook his head, then erased the landscape in a few more brush strokes, leaving only a river behind.

“Dusk River,” Zhao Changkong subconsciously vocalized as he observed the river’s surging waters, only for Wayfarer to erase the river as well.

“What do you think of my father's intentions? If the contest for the legacy had been limited to Nephrite Major, then no matter the winner, they would’ve had no choice but to hand it over to the imperial court. But if it ends up in the hands of an outsider, we can say goodbye to all of its gains.” On the verge of ascending to the throne, Zhao Changkong highly valued the legacy of the ancient lord.

“The legacy won’t fall into the hands of a foreigner. It’s sure to stay in Nephrite Major,” Wayfarer replied solemnly. “In fact… heh heh heh, even the governor’s seat is as safe as Mount Tai.”