Chapter 318: The Great Jing Immortal Dynasty (Part Six)

Looking at the tipsy Nan Hongsang,
Su Chen sighed.
The war between the Great Jing Dynasty and the Barbarian Wolf Domain was tense, and Nan Hongsang might not return for who knows how long.
"Little Chenzi, I will definitely find a way for you to cultivate..."
Su Chen chuckled as he listened to Nan Hongsang's sleep-talking.
This little girl, could it be that she obediently followed the Nan family's arrangements in the hope of finding a cultivation method in another world?
However... it's good for Nan Hongsang to go and experience it.
A golden light flashed from Su Chen's fingertips.
That golden light entered Nan Hongsang's mind.
Nan Hongsang had a dream.
In the dream, she seemed to encounter an immortal.
It was an existence she had never seen before, whose casually manifested Dao was countless times more terrifying than what she had felt from her father.
Nan Hongsang gradually became immersed in it.
The next day
Flowers bloomed like fire, their beauty breathtaking.
Nan Hongsang had departed.
Many young talents also went to the front lines.
Su Chen looked at the letter left on the table, its handwriting crooked and messy.
“Little Chenzi, wait for me to return, renowned throughout the world… I will let the whole world know that you, Chen Chen, are my little man, Nan Hongsang’s little man.”
Su Chen: “…”
The letter spontaneously combusted in his hand.
Many young heroes left the Great Jing Dynasty.
The supreme experts within the Great Jing Dynasty also rushed to the battlefield one after another.
Countless ancient warships, accompanied by the resounding horns, vanished without a trace.
Su Chen looked at the figure before him, identical to himself, but with a touch of domineering arrogance in his eyes.
“Greetings, Your Majesty.”
The Human Emperor bowed to Su Chen.
“This is entrusted to you.”
Su Chen spoke to the Human Emperor.
This was a clone he created while cultivating the Human Emperor's Technique.
Hmm...it seems to be just an ordinary mortal now, incapable of cultivation.
However, it's enough to help him deal with his mother.
Su Chen also left.
He needed to begin his plan.
Also, to advance further on the Great Dao of Wisdom.
.......
Outside the city, the wind was cold and snow was falling.
Yang Buwei lay on the ground, his eyes lifeless.
"How could this be...how could this be..."
His cultivation had been crippled.
Like a dead dog, he was thrown out of the city.
Just yesterday, he was the eldest son of the Yang family, of high status, living a life of comfort and ease.
But all of that changed after news of his father's death arrived.
Overnight, that kind second uncle ascended to the position of head of the Yang family, revealing the fangs he had hidden for so many years.
All of Yang Buwei's father's trusted confidants were slaughtered.
If it weren't for the patriarch's intervention, perhaps he wouldn't have been crippled and thrown out of the city to fend for himself.
Instead, he would have died directly at the hands of his second uncle.
"What difference does it make?"
Yang Buwei lay on the snow, feeling his body grow colder, and gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Perhaps being hacked to death would have been quicker, sparing him this inhuman torture.
"It's just a pity that my father's death hasn't been investigated, and that I haven't yet personally killed that beast Yang Ming. To die like this, I'm truly unwilling."
Yang Buwei felt his head growing heavier.
He was going to die.
If there were an afterlife...
Hmm?
Wait a minute.
This time, Yang Buwei clearly heard a strange voice in his mind:
"Young man, whose life has been filled with hardship, do you wish to understand the meaning of life?"
Yang Buwei was certain he hadn't misheard, nor was he hallucinating.
He was about to die, and they wanted him to understand the meaning of life?
"Is the meaning of life simply death?"
"No... I don't want to understand."
Yang Buwei felt a surge of resentment.
He was already in this state, could it be that his second uncle had sent someone to torment him?
"Young man, having pondered the meaning of life, congratulations on passing the test of the great Lord of Wisdom. You will become a loyal follower of the Lord of Wisdom, changing your life."
Yang Buwei: "?"
He vaguely saw a hazy, gray gas rising from the ground in the icy landscape before him, gradually enveloping the entire world.
Was this a hallucination?
No, perhaps it wasn't a hallucination.
Yang Buwei discovered that his body no longer felt cold; instead, a warm current flowed through him, comforting him like when he was a child nestled in his mother's arms.
"Could it be that I've encountered an extraordinary opportunity?"
Yang Buwei thought of the stories he used to scoff at.
The protagonists in those stories were either suffering from severed meridians, lowly servants, or utterly useless individuals, who unexpectedly encountered unparalleled opportunities and ultimately became legends.
He used to be neither suffering from severed meridians, nor a lowly servant, nor an utterly useless individual.
Yang Buwei had always been dismissive of those stories.
Now... things had taken an unexpected turn.
His meridians were severed. Not only were his meridians severed, but his dantian had also been destroyed, rendering him an utterly useless person.
Yang Buwei suddenly realized that the stories he had previously dismissed might not be entirely fictional.
At least, he now felt a deep connection to them.
He only regretted not having looked more closely back then; now, faced with this opportunity, he was completely at a loss.
The surrounding space was a hazy gray.
Yang Buwei gritted his teeth and walked forward.
He didn't know how long he walked.
Perhaps an instant, or perhaps hundreds or thousands of years.
Yang Buwei finally saw the end of that hazy gray space.
He eagerly crossed that gray space, and beyond it, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
A ray of golden light shone on his face.
Before Yang Buwei appeared a tall, golden giant, hands clasped together. Behind the golden giant's head, a halo larger and more dazzling than the sun swirled.
With just one glance, Yang Buwei was captivated.
A thought formed in his mind.
He would serve that figure!
Yang Buwei knelt down respectfully, worshipping the figure with utmost devotion.
Perhaps sensing Yang Buwei's sincerity,
beneath the gray gas before him, something slowly emerged.
It sprouted, grew, and finally transformed into a golden fruit.
Yang Buwei carefully held the fruit.
He swallowed the fruit.
Behind his head, a golden halo slowly rose.
Yang Buwei looked up again.
The golden giant had vanished.
Snowflakes still danced before his eyes.
But...now he had a goal.
Within his mind lay a treasure trove, a treasury of boundless knowledge—the knowledge created by those who had slain the heavens and earth.
With enough effort... he too might become such a supreme being.
A strange memory surfaced in Yang Buwei's mind.
It was a Venerable-level cultivation technique.
This was a gift from the Lord of Great Wisdom; even as a cripple, he could cultivate it.
Yang Buwei saw hope for revenge.