Free Web NovelChapter 122: Chapter 110: Only Strength Is Real
Hearing this, the Bishop let out a deep breath and murmured, "As long as they haven’t emerged, once He returns to the mortal world, we’ll have nothing to fear."
"Jie, since Wrath is dead, you will complete this mission alone."
"Yes."
Upon hearing this, Vice Bishop Jie immediately lowered his head respectfully. He was utterly loyal to the Spiritual Sect, knowing that only by remaining with them could he achieve his dreams and satisfy his craving for Extraordinary power.
But he was a little confused. ’The Lord is about to descend, so what mission is left for me to complete? Isn’t just steamrolling everything the better option?’
"It’s simple. You just need to lure them away."
The Bishop lightly tapped his right hand on Vice Bishop Jie’s forehead, and the Vice Bishop suddenly felt a ceaseless torrent of memories flooding his mind.
The memories detailed the progress of the Spirit Realm’s descent and its intended location. It left him momentarily dazed, but he quickly recovered and spoke.
"Am I to lure people away from the Spirit Realm’s location?"
"You’re very smart."
Seeing that the Vice Bishop had no intention of refusing, the Bishop smiled.
"As long as you get them away from this location so the Spirit Realm can descend, our mission will be complete."
"Why do we need to lure them away?"
"Once the Spirit Realm descends, can’t our Lord make his move?"
"With hundreds, even thousands of years of cultivation, wouldn’t killing this group of Sequencers be effortless?"
Vice Bishop Jie asked, puzzled. His sequence, "Decomposition," was one that enhanced intelligence. Even though he had been holed up in this cavern day and night studying Martial Artists, he had still keenly spotted the flaw in the Bishop’s words.
The Bishop glanced at the Vice Bishop.
He knew that to get someone to do a job, you had to be straight with them, so he didn’t lie. He simply laid out the honest truth.
But the reality was far more grim than the Vice Bishop had imagined. He had assumed that as soon as the Spirit Realm descended, He would make His move and all their problems would be solved in an instant. It was now clear that this was not the case.
The realization made his face grow even paler.
According to the Bishop,
The Spirit Realm had long ago accumulated enough energy to descend. The problem was, He remained in a semi-conscious state, having never fully recovered.
The Archbishop was afraid that if it descended on the Capital City like this, their years of planning would be wiped out in one fell swoop!
Therefore, the Archbishop had exhausted all of his personal sequence energy to uproot the Spirit Realm’s anchor, shifting it to a new location. This would delay its descent, giving He more time to perhaps awaken fully.
However, to this day, He still lapsed in and out of consciousness, and the Archbishop’s sequence energy had yet to fully recover. There was simply no way to relocate the Spirit Realm a second time. The situation was, to put it mildly, critical.
"This... In this situation, if I lure them away and the Spirit Realm descends, what good will it do?"
Vice Bishop Jie said, unable to understand.
"All they’d have to do is gather their forces and kill the two of us. Then, inside the Spirit Realm, there would only be a weakened Archbishop and a sleeping He. Wouldn’t the Spirit Realm fall instantly?"
"Heh heh."
Hearing the Vice Bishop’s words, the Bishop chuckled lightly. "Jie, you truly don’t understand the Spirit Realm."
"But I only came to give you your mission. If you survive, you will naturally witness the Spirit Realm’s true power. For now, just complete your task."
"Good luck."
The moment he finished speaking, the Bishop’s figure vanished right before Vice Bishop Jie’s eyes. He fell silent for a moment, then slammed his fist into the nearby bed with a roar.
"DAMN IT!!!"
He was loyal to the Spiritual Sect, yes,
but this blatant attempt to use him as cannon fodder left a foul taste in his mouth!
The Vice Bishop’s eyes narrowed as he muttered, "I’ll make it a point to survive, just to see what this so-called true power of the Spirit Realm really is."
...
The blood-red sun hung low in the western sky, its last rays falling across the path Su Xing walked.
Not far ahead was the Sword Hall.
Inside the Sword Hall, Lu Anning was in the training hall, dressed in long pants and practicing her sword forms, one strike at a time.
Su Xing took a deep breath and hurried back to the Sword Hall. Just as he entered, he heard the sound of Lu Anning setting down her sword.
"Ah... Coach Su, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?"
Su Xing’s battle with Wrath had torn his shirt to shreds. He had run all the way back to the Sword Hall without getting a chance to buy a new one, so Lu Anning got an eyeful.
Su Xing wasn’t bothered, though. ’So what if a grown man is shirtless?’ He just waved it off and said:
"Ran into some trouble."
"Where are Su Yu and Shen Ruyun? Did they go out?"
"Mhm, they told me they were heading out and then ran off."
Su Xing’s question successfully diverted Lu Anning’s attention. Her eyes drifted away from his bare torso, and the blush on her cheeks faded.
’Looks like they went to the scene.’
Su Xing thought to himself. He glanced at Lu Anning and said:
"Well, I’m heading back to my room."
"Lu, you keep up the practice."
Seeing Su Xing about to leave for his room, Lu Anning quickly said:
"Hey, Coach Su."
"I’m going back to school next week. You promised you’d come watch my match."
Hearing this,
Su Xing stopped in his tracks. He turned to look at Lu Anning and said with a smile:
"Don’t worry. As your coach, of course I’ll go watch. I’ll bring Su Yu and Shen Ruyun along too, so we can all cheer you on."
"Thank you, Coach Su!"
Lu Anning nodded happily. At the end of the day, she was just a teenage girl, so of course she was happy to get that kind of validation.
After bidding Lu Anning farewell,
Su Xing went straight back to his room. He took a quick shower, threw on some clothes, and flopped onto his bed.
He stared at the ceiling.
A constantly growing progress bar on his system panel filled his vision.
Su Xing stared at the progress bar, his eyes unfocused. Scenes from his battle with Wrath replayed in his mind like a movie.
This battle made him truly understand why Su Yu had been so protective of him before. Ordinary people died far too easily.
The shockwave from a single punch exchanged between him and Wrath would have instantly killed any normal person nearby, giving them zero chance of survival.
The importance of strength,
was once again hammered home for Su Xing.
He knew with absolute clarity that he had to push further down the path of the Sword Dao. In a world with ever-stronger enemies, if he didn’t, he wouldn’t even be able to protect himself, let alone his little brother.
’Once the progress bar is full,’
’it’ll be time to upgrade "Mountain Breaker".’
"Mountain Breaker" had been incredibly useful in the fight, making Su Xing all the more eager to see its effects and power once it advanced to the fourth tier.
Just then,
Su Yu’s voice suddenly came through his phone.
"Bro, the incident on the national highway... was that you?"
’Ah, so Su Yu and Shen Ruyun already made it to the highway.’
The thought flashed through his mind as he pulled out his phone. He ran a finger over a large new crack on the screen, feeling a pang of both relief and heartache.
He was relieved that his phone hadn’t been completely destroyed after a fight like that.
But his heart ached because he’d bought the phone not even two weeks ago, and now it had a massive crack.
’At least it’s under warranty, so it’s not a huge problem.’
Su Xing swiped past his lock screen and opened the Feixin app. He was surprised to see a message from Bailan, who hadn’t contacted him in a long time. He tapped on it.
"Xing, long time no see. Want to grab dinner sometime?"
"..."
Su Xing thought about it for a moment, then backed out of the chat without replying.
He wasn’t very interested in women—or men, for that matter. The only things he cared about were power and the sword in his hand, because those were the things that helped him overcome his trials time and time again.
He then opened his little brother’s chat on Feixin and typed:
"What’s up?"
