Free Web NovelChapter 391: Chapter 160: Blood Sword Dance Level 6
Shen Bai lowered his hand, swirling the wine bowl in his grasp. "I have to at least try. Lord Liu, I’ll set off tomorrow for the Hundred Medicines Valley."
’Whether they give it to me or not is another matter,’ he thought. ’I have to go and see for myself. If they’re willing, I can finally put this nagging issue to rest.’
If they didn’t, then so be it. Shen Bai was no robber; he wouldn’t resort to plunder.
Liu Wufeng nodded. "Alright. Rest for the night, and then you’re free to go. I’ll give you a few days’ leave."
After that, the two ate and chatted.
When they finished, Liu Wufeng even had someone pack up the leftovers to take with them, a true advocate for thriftiness.
Shen Bai left Liu Wufeng on the second floor and returned to his room.
The room hadn’t been cleaned in a long time and was covered in dust.
Shen Bai patted Amber’s back. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
Amber let out a MEOW, tilting its head up to look at Shen Bai with a puzzled expression, wondering what its master was up to now.
Shen Bai pointed to the dust all around them, then to a broom resting in the corner. "Clean the room."
Amber was completely dumbfounded.
’I’m a combat-type Deceitful Beast, not a domestic-service type! Cleaning rooms is really not my strong suit.’
But Shen Bai just patted Amber’s head and said, "Little Amber, tell me, shouldn’t a Deceitful Beast help its master? Shouldn’t a Deceitful Beast bring joy to its master’s heart? Shouldn’t a Deceitful Beast provide the very best service to its master, no matter where they are?"
Amber was completely befuddled by this line of questioning and subconsciously nodded.
Shen Bai waved his hand grandly. "If you cannot sweep one room, how can you sweep the world? As my Deceitful Beast, you must start with the small things. Only then can you ascend to the peak with me in the future."
It was an incredibly cringey, dramatic speech, but Amber completely bought it.
The combat-type Deceitful Beast’s blood was now boiling with passion. With a cry, it pounced on the nearby broom.
A chilling aura condensed into invisible hands and began to sweep.
’I’ll become my master’s most loyal companion! I’ll ascend to the peak with him! ’If you can’t sweep one room, how can you sweep the world?’ First, I’ll sweep the room, and then I’ll help Master sweep away all the obstacles in the world!’
Amber thought with relish as it busied itself with the housework.
Meanwhile, Shen Bai found a clean spot, drew Cold Moon from his waist, and narrowed his eyes.
’It’s time to advance my Anti-Demon Blood Sword Dance to the next level.’
Qi surged through his body. As cold light flickered from his blade, Shen Bai seemed like a presence more terrifying than any monster.
His Skill Level was rising rapidly...
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「Xuanjing City.」
There was only one Xuanjing City in the entire Great Zhou Country, and it was the nation’s capital.
Here, prosperity was on full display. With its vermilion towers, jade-tiled roofs, and gilded splendor, it was the undeniable pinnacle of the mortal realm.
It was the most important transportation hub in Great Zhou and the city where the country’s countless nobles and powerful figures converged.
And in the heart of this city stood the Imperial Palace.
Within the Imperial Palace sat the man who had turned the tide during the years of war to establish the Great Zhou Country. He was a figure worshipped by countless commoners: the Emperor of Great Zhou, Emperor Yunwu.
During those years of war, the land was not yet known as Great Zhou. Its people suffered immensely, living in destitution amidst a landscape of devastation. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but ruins.
Dukes from all corners of the land had risen, fighting endlessly amongst themselves. The entire nation teetered on the brink of collapse.
It was precisely from this chaotic era, a time that forged heroes, that a man emerged from nowhere. With an iron army at his command, he carved a path of white bones through the turmoil.
Emperor Yunwu, a man of humble origins, rose with unstoppable momentum. He swept away all opposition, quelled the widespread conflict, and won the hearts of the people, ultimately becoming the greatest Emperor in the history of Great Zhou.
Even now, with Great Zhou in turmoil and its Dukes eager to make their move, as long as Emperor Yunwu remained alive within the Imperial Palace, the sky over Great Zhou would not fall.
None of those Dukes dared to make the slightest move.
「At that moment, in the Imperial Study within the Imperial Palace.」
The room appeared empty, but it was protected by all manner of defenses, both seen and unseen.
Any assassin who dared to enter would be intercepted in the blink of an eye.
The Imperial Palace was teeming with masters. Guards were posted every few steps. Any one of them, if placed in the Jianghu, would be considered a formidable powerhouse.
And now, within the silent Imperial Study, a tall man in an Imperial Robe was reviewing memorials.
The man was tall, and the Imperial Robe he wore gave him an air of unparalleled nobility.
Even as he bent over his work, he projected an aura that seemed loftier than any mountain peak.
However, the man’s face was slightly pale, and he would let out a soft cough from time to time.
This most fearsome figure in all of Great Zhou had developed a chronic illness from his long years of campaigning and the numerous assassination attempts he had survived.
Countless physicians in Great Zhou had tried to cure Emperor Yunwu’s ailment, hoping to catapult themselves to fame and fortune, but all of them had been helpless in the end.
The sickness had seeped into his very marrow, reaching a point beyond the help of even the most skilled physicians.
It was precisely because of Emperor Yunwu’s illness that dark undercurrents now surged throughout Great Zhou.
After finishing the memorial in his hands, Emperor Yunwu placed his brush on the adjacent rest, a flicker of exhaustion in his eyes.
He stood up and gently massaged his shoulder, moving about the Imperial Study to stretch.
He moved with the powerful gait of a stalking tiger.
Even gravely ill, his presence was so commanding that none dared to look at him directly, like gazing upon the sun.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
Just then, a soft knock echoed at the door.
Emperor Yunwu sat back down, straightened his spine, and placed his hands on his knees. "Enter."
