Free Web NovelChapter 950: Chapter 43: Night Emperor’s Saving Face
Only Ning Zheng knew the inside story about this Night Emperor identity swap.
In everyone’s eyes, the Night Emperor had already shed his shell like a cicada, showing the great noble spirit that blacksmiths were supposed to have:
The Heaven’s Chosen fakes his death and escapes, never to be a slave.
On top of that, this "Night Emperor" who had gained his freedom and toyed with a True Immortal even personally crossed worlds to come back to Sword Casting Manor once more.
"The big shot’s back."
"The big shot successfully faked his death."
"That’s sick!"
Everyone crowded around to see their idol.
Right now, hundreds of public beta newbie players were coming in every day, they’d even started forming Embers Adventurer Teams, but the time was too short, they couldn’t really take off.
They were extremely curious about and respectful toward this legendary AFK Emperor of Embers.
"Quiet down a bit, let me say a few words."
The Night Emperor raised both hands high, signaling everyone not to get noisy, then stood in a high place and said:
"Hello, everyone."
"I have already shed my shell like a cicada."
"Yes, how could my dignity allow me to do that kind of thing?"
The "Night Emperor" looked at the crowd, face serious, and said, "I’d rather change my face and go be a miner, keep digging ore, than choose this so-called shortcut! Rich ladies, I’m not hungry!"
Everyone couldn’t help cheering loudly, thousands of voices crashing down like a tidal wave.
"Good!"
"So cool!"
"This is what a classic Cultivator looks like in my eyes!"
"Yeah, those dumbasses came in and immediately ruined Nine-State’s traditional Immortal Cultivation vibe, scamming and swindling everywhere. A Cultivator is supposed to hack their way forward and rise up all the way!"
"As expected of a big shot, that sighing look in his eyes, that broody temperament... completely different from those idiots!"
The "Night Emperor" showed a gentle smile. "It’s what I should do, what I should do. I came back just to verify my identity and show that I’m really me! The fake Night Emperor has already been caught and turned into a Beast Taming pet."
If I didn’t put this coat back on and make one more trip home, how would all living beings know that my mortal ties are already severed, that the golden sea has long since dried up?
A blacksmith next to him looked full of admiration as he interviewed, "Now that Senior Night Emperor has come back and successfully proven his innocence, what are your plans next?"
The "Night Emperor" straightened his expression, his eyes full of firm uprightness. "I don’t know where I should go next to earn Immortal Realm resources, so for now I’m still planning to mine."
"I’ll change my face and mine, and even if I have to mine for a thousand years, ten thousand years, to save up enough resources, I won’t be afraid."
Some newbies who had just come in were moved by his righteous integrity.
This was just too cool.
They hoped their own little Embers baby adventurer teams could be as upright and unyielding as him, and not like those silly players with no conscience, giggling all day, hauling bricks and eating dirt, recognizing dads and moms everywhere.
The atmosphere was extremely heated for a while.
Gradually, people in the crowd started coming over asking for autographs again.
The Night Emperor also showed a friendly and down-to-earth side. "Don’t rush, you want signatures, right? Everyone gets one, I’ll set up a table, don’t worry."
In no time, the autograph session on the manor’s plaza officially kicked off.
The line stretched like a Dragon, bustling and lively, everyone excited out of their minds. The Marriage Dress Town Master even happily lined up, "Please sign this diary for me."
The "Night Emperor" glanced at the diary cover, "Pseudo-Pseudo Human Blacksmith Observation Diary." What kind of performance art is this supposed to be?
He thought about it for a moment, then still signed his big name on the cover.
"Thanks!" The Marriage Dress Town Master happily ran into a corner to write the diary and drew an arrow on the cover. "This is the personal autograph of the Pseudo-human Night Emperor."
The Marriage Dress Town Master planned to take a screenshot of the cover tonight and post it on the Forum, adding it into the "Pseudo-human Manor First Test Newbie Guide," to help improve the info for future native tomb raiders and dungeon runners, so they wouldn’t get exposed.
Meanwhile, in the distance.
"This Night Emperor is super shady," Jiucai Rong faintly felt something was off. He glanced at the Night Mad Cultivator next to him and muttered, "You feel anything weird?"
"I feel like there’s something wrong, but I can’t say what exactly." The Night Mad Cultivator secretly watched the lively plaza.
"Isn’t that you yourself?" Jiucai Rong rolled his eyes.
The Night Mad Cultivator whispered, "It’s already me from several thousand years later, how could we be the same? I don’t know what he’s thinking, how he developed, whether he secretly transitioned or not."
The two of them both felt something was off, but couldn’t pinpoint where.
Could it be that after the Night Emperor shed his shell, he came back just to show off once? And then, like he said, honestly kept mining?
Went off to work as a laborer in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, hauling bricks at construction sites?
Of course.
Given how good they were at judging others with a villain’s heart, they maliciously guessed: could the Night Emperor have swapped identities?
The real Night Emperor went to be a pet, and this one here is fake? Here to prove he’s totally innocent?
Heh!
The more something is covered up, the more shady it is.
But that didn’t quite add up either!
Given Sword Casting Manor’s confidentiality mechanisms, how could they let a fake painter Night Emperor in?
What if the fake Night Emperor betrayed them?
So basically, they could confirm that the one talking in Sword Casting Manor right now was the real Night Emperor... he hadn’t been captured by a True Immortal big shot as a Beast Taming pet?
The two Sherlock Holmeses called over Detective Yan Shuangying, and the three of them squatted in a corner discussing.
"I can’t see anything either," Yan Shuangying was also a bit lost.
Meanwhile, in the distance.
The "Night Emperor" at the autograph session glanced at those few sneaky guys whispering in the shadows and smiled slightly in his heart,
"They’re too young. There’s no way they can guess how I pulled this off."
His true body had indeed already been captured by True Immortal Momei and was currently being prepped for a Beast Taming contract, so it was absolutely impossible for him to be here...
Then how was he here now?
Very simple.
He used the Mask to copy himself into a Beast Tamer.
But he found that after copying, he only had 50% power; he was a Deficient Beast Tamer.
He actually couldn’t tame beasts.
His 50% power meant he only had fifty percent of the contract clauses; with half the contract missing, how could he do any Beast Taming...
After trying to sign Beast Taming contracts many times with no result.
This true Night Emperor came up with a bold idea: sign a "friend contract" with the fake Night Emperor.
The result:
Because their origins were connected, the difficulty was greatly reduced, and he actually succeeded!
And thus, he discovered a new continent.
As a Mask-copied, defective Beast Tamer, he could only tame himself?
"Right now I’m controlling my Beast Taming pet Night Emperor to come here once, completely solidify my alibi, and then they won’t be able to suspect me."
"After all, these silly players are way too sharp." He sighed inwardly; playing mind games with them was actually quite fun.
"And also..."
He quietly glanced at the Night Mad Cultivator muttering nearby. "When I tame myself, it actually produces some strange reactions."
"If I can find a way to get a few Night Mad Cultivators killed and hung on street lamps... bring them back, awaken them as Beast Taming pets, then secretly sign contracts with them, wouldn’t that be awesome?"
In the distance, the Night Mad Cultivator was still chatting with Jiucai Rong, unaware that disaster was looming and someone had already set their sights on him.
"I gotta think of a way to snag a few Night Mad Cultivators for personal use." The Night Emperor felt that he really needed to make a few "good friends."
After I, the Night Emperor, ascend to the Immortal Realm, I’ll have a great goal: to change class into a Mutated Taoist.
Beast Taming + Corpse Cultivation.
Two major systems fused together, but the beast I’m cultivating is myself.
