Longevity: Sweeping Across the World as an Eunuch

Chapter 42: Chapter 41: Second-Grade Internal Organ

Inside the Imperial Study, the Little Emperor sat across from an old, white-haired man in a Purple Robe. Each held a game piece, their eyes on the board between them.

"What do you think will become of this Eunuch Su from the Library Pavilion tonight?"

The old man in the Purple Robe asked.

"He will die!"

The Little Emperor sneered.

"Oh?"

"I wouldn’t be so sure."

The man in the Purple Robe smiled faintly.

At this, the Little Emperor’s sneer deepened. He placed a piece on the board and spoke slowly.

"This is why I say you’re old and should have died long ago. Just like that father of mine, the Emperor... or my ancestors, for that matter."

"Is that so?"

"However, in my opinion, he is the greatest demon this Great Liang has produced in three hundred years."

"Not even three First-Grade masters could kill him!"

The man in the Purple Robe also placed a piece.

"A demon? Heh. My Chief Steward of Wealth and Honor will personally twist off his head and present it to me."

The Little Emperor stared coldly toward the Library Pavilion.

...

...

The wind howled and the snow shrieked. A blizzard blotted out the sky, crashing down like a tidal wave.

In this vortex of killing intent, Su Chen’s dark robes billowed violently.

The power of the Thousand-Year Treasure Medicine surged madly through his blood, bones, and marrow, pushing each to their respective Extreme Realm.

An Extreme Realm cannot be broken further. Thus, the roiling medicinal power flooded his limbs and torso, refining his internal organs, trying to open the gate to the Second Grade Realm for Su Chen.

"Hehe!"

"It’s been three years. I thought Eunuch Su must have achieved Great Success in his divine arts and reached First Grade. That must be why he dared to lure us here with a Thousand-Year Treasure Medicine."

"I never expected you to still be a little bastard at Third Grade Marrow Cleansing..."

The first to arrive was a red-robed figure. His temples were streaked with white, and he wore a condescending smile, as if disdaining to act against a mere Third Grade practitioner.

"Not fighting? Then get lost."

He didn’t make a move, but Su Chen did.

Billowing Blood Flame surged like a wave, reaching a height of thirty feet. At that moment, Su Chen threw a punch, and ninety-nine thunderclaps exploded at once.

BOOM!

Before the red-robed man could even show his terror, the sound of thunder stunned him. The wave of blood sent him flying, and he, along with the four other red-robed figures arriving behind him, vomited blood as they were thrown out of the Library Pavilion.

"Is that the legendary Blood Flame Realm?"

"Wait."

"How many thunderclaps was that just now..."

Atop the Library Pavilion, above the ninth floor, three First-Grade masters descended. Their expressions were varied, but their eyes all held an unnamable meaning.

This was a demon.

However, ’So what if he’s a demon?’

Facing the three of them—all First-Grade masters—he would still die here.

"Kill him and take his blood! The Treasure Medicine will still be effective! Right now, he is a walking Thousand-Year Treasure Medicine. It’s every man for himself now."

The Black Abyss Sect Leader sneered.

In the next instant, he struck.

His black robe exploded, and his withered body rapidly filled out, beginning to glow with a dark golden light.

In a short while, he had become a withered Vajra!

The Eighteen Golden Body Technique! This was the Eighteen Golden Body Technique at the First-grade Perfect Realm!

"I’ll take thirty percent!"

The First-Grade master from Great Zhou, an old man in cloth armor, gave a savage grin. His long spear thrust out under the moonlight, forming a Wind Snow Dragon that shot toward Su Chen.

"Haha!"

"A prodigy of Blood Flame and Thunder Roar, truly one of a kind. Now, I find my interest in the Treasure Medicine has waned."

"I want his head..."

The Brocade Fat Chief Steward also attacked amidst his laughter.

And just like that, outside the Library Pavilion, the five disheveled red-robed figures and the late-arriving Commander of the Three Guards watched as three First-Grade Minor Grandmasters, all at the peak of the current generation, surrounded and attacked this mere Third Grade Eunuch Su under the moon and in the swirling snow.

Tonight, throughout Great Liang, whether it be the Noble Families and Noble Clans or the Secret Sects and Major Sects, all eyes were focused on this one Library Pavilion, on this one battle.

Whether he lived or died, the name of Eunuch Su of the Library Pavilion would once again sweep across all of Great Liang, the name of a demonic prodigy...

"What a pity."

"To be able to repel a Second Grade while at Third Grade... such demonic combat strength, and such youthful potential. Not even Zhang Gui can compare to him. It’s just a shame this Eunuch Su is too reckless. He’s destined to die..."

The red-robed man with white-streaked temples had just finished speaking and shaking his head when, in that instant, amidst the gathering wind and snow, the aura around Su Chen began to climb drastically.

At that moment, he stepped into the Second Grade Internal Organ Realm.

Only Su Chen himself knew how powerful the Second Grade Internal Organ Realm was when achieved after reaching the Triple Extreme Realm.

"By the way."

"You call that withered Golden Body of yours the ’Eighteen Golden Body Technique’?"

"How about,"

"I teach you what a real Eighteen Golden Body is!"

Su Chen’s body shot up, his robes exploding as his entire form bloomed with a gilded light. His muscles bulged, wreathed in a terrifying wave of Qi, as he threw a punch that collided head-on with the Black Abyss Sect Leader’s withered, short Golden Body.

In an instant, with the two at the center, countless floor tiles in the Library Pavilion instantly shattered, and spiderweb-like fissures spread out in all directions from beyond the building.

The wind and snow scattered.

PTUI!

Blood splattered everywhere.

The dignified First-Grade, Perfect Minor Grandmaster, the Black Abyss Sect Leader, was actually knocked back, spitting blood. He retreated more than a dozen steps before he could barely halt his momentum.

"This..."

The Black Abyss Sect Leader fell silent, somewhat stunned. For some reason, he felt that the Eighteen Golden Body Technique Su Chen was displaying seemed more orthodox than his own.

’That shouldn’t be possible. This First-Grade Body Refining Technique is a secret art of our Black Abyss sect. Where on earth did this Su Chen steal it from? It makes me feel like my version is the counterfeit.’

It was as if Su Chen had learned the true, Grandmaster Martial Arts version of the Eighteen Golden Body Technique.

"How is that possible?"

"Even if he did step into the Second-Grade Internal Organ Realm, this shouldn’t be happening! The one he’s fighting is a First-Grade Minor Grandmaster of this era, at the strongest realm of cultivation!"

Outside the Library Pavilion, the five great chief stewards, the Commander of the Three Guards, and the numerous spies from various factions hidden in the shadows all gasped in unison.

A Third Grade felling a Second Grade with a single punch would have been shocking enough! They never imagined something even more astonishing was yet to come.

Also with a single punch, he, as a Second Grade, had forced back a First-Grade Perfect Minor Grandmaster who had perfected his physical body!

"No matter!"

"That old ghost from the Black Abyss was severely injured by our Great Liang Grand Ancestor three years ago. He can’t be considered a true First-Grade Minor Grandmaster..."

The red-robed man with white-streaked temples closed his gaping jaw, regained his composure, and sneered.

In the next instant, a spear-like Wind Snow Dragon was already upon them.

"The Black Abyss Sect Leader is nothing special. You people of the Great Liang Martial Dao truly have no one left."

"To see a true First-Grade Grandmaster, you still have to look to us from Great Zhou!"

"Hahaha!"

The First-Grade master from Great Zhou, the old man in cloth armor, laughed maniacally. He had broken through the Profound Gate and was a True Essence Minor Grandmaster.

BANG!

The next moment, the Wind Snow Dragon, along with the cold long spear, pierced through the sky with a roar and stabbed into Su Chen’s body. The terrifying force sent Su Chen flying into the darkness.

The courtyard was covered in ice and snow.

The blizzard itself seemed to part for this spear thrust, pierced through and through, leaving behind an indelible mark in the air.

"Killed with a single spear strike!"

"I will gladly accept this body full of Thousand-year-old Medicine Blood."

The old man in cloth armor reached out, forming a hand of True Essence, about to pull the long spear from Su Chen’s corpse.

Another hand firmly gripped the long spear.

In the darkness, Su Chen stood up. On his gilded body was a tiny fissure, obviously caused by that spear strike.

"This..."

"A strike from a First-Grade True Essence Minor Grandmaster didn’t even cause a light injury?"

The old man in cloth armor was starting to lose his confidence.

He flew into a rage, about to strike a second time.

"It’s only proper to return the favor."

"Here, take it back!"

Su Chen held the spear in one hand. The power of his Blood Flame and the Thunderous Power erupted all at once as he viciously threw it.

Wherever the long spear passed, the wind howled. The entire Nine-Story Library was instantly overturned by the sheer force of the spear’s passage.

"Bastard!"

"A mere Second Grade!"

"This old man is getting serious..."

Before this First-Grade master from Great Zhou could finish his roar, the long spear, wreathed in a terrifying Gang Wind, pierced straight through his chest and carried him away.

"I have long heard that while all First-Grade masters in the world are Minor Grandmasters, they are still divided into levels. Those who can borrow power from heaven and earth are worlds apart from ordinary First-Grade masters."

"Seeing it today, it is indeed so."

Su Chen stood bare-chested, like an Angry-eyed Little Vajra. The ground trembled slightly wherever his feet passed.

With every breath he took, a bolt of white Qi shot out like a sharp blade, leaving terrifying marks on the floor of the Library Pavilion.

Although he was only Second Grade, when contending with a First Grade, he was in no way inferior.

Outside the Library Pavilion, it had long fallen into a deathly silence.

Only the Red Robe Chief Steward with white-streaked temples remained stubborn, looking expectantly at the last First-Grade master, the unknown Brocade Fat Chief Steward.

"There’s still one First-Grade master left! The final act is always the strongest."

At this time, Su Chen’s cold eyes fixed on the Brocade Fat Chief Steward, full of scrutiny.

"I hear you want my head?"

"A misunderstanding!"

"A complete misunderstanding!"

The Brocade Fat Chief Steward was drenched in sweat. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and fled.

Two infamous First-Grade masters, the Black Abyss Sect Leader and the Great Zhou Butcher Old General, had both been defeated. How could he, a newly-promoted First Grade True Essence Minor Grandmaster, dare to be presumptuous?

"You cultivate the Heaven-Devouring Demon Technique. So, you’re one of the people in the Imperial Palace cultivating under imperial orders?"

A chilling voice sounded from behind him.

BOOM!

In that instant, the Brocade Fat Chief Steward’s scalp went numb, and the hairs on his body stood on end. A sense of immense terror flooded his heart.

Without any hesitation, he unleashed his dense True Essence in its entirety.

He twisted his head to look back.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Damn my luck!"

"This is..."

"The Wind Snow Sword that the First Supervisor used to shake the world three years ago?!!"

The Chief Steward of Wealth and Honor was scared out of his wits. He wanted to resist, but he had no idea how.

Before he started cultivating the Heaven-Devouring Fragment, he was just a minor Third Grade Gang Qi Realm practitioner. How could he possibly block a sword strike containing the Wind Snow True Intent?

The blizzard raged like a tidal wave, blotting out the sky. From it, thirty percent of the wind and snow barely coalesced into the crude form of a sword, which came chopping down as Su Chen pressed his palm forward.

BOOM!

In that instant, there was no longer a Library Pavilion.

Tonight,

a First-Grade master had finally fallen.

"Moon Hanging Alone."

"Night."

"Wind and snow rage."

"Su Chen of the Library Pavilion has reappeared in the world. With one punch, he repelled the Five Great Red Robes! Then, after entering Second Grade, he defeated two accomplished First-Grade Minor Grandmasters and killed one unknown First-Grade master in battle..."

The voice of the Red Robe Chief Steward with white-streaked temples trembled. He simply couldn’t imagine that this was a Combat Skill a Second Grade practitioner was capable of.

A Second Grade fought First Grades, and the result was two First Grades defeated and one dead.

Is this truly something a Martial Arts Prodigy can achieve?

At this moment, the area outside the Library Pavilion fell into a brief, deathly silence.

"After tonight,"

"not even Great Liang will dare to issue a warrant for this Eunuch Su again. I’m afraid even the Purple-robed Zhang Gui won’t dare to continue searching for his corpse to defile it..."

"Around thirty years old, at the Second-Grade Internal Organ realm, with First-Grade combat strength... a future First Generation Grandmaster..."

The countless spies from various factions were utterly shocked, speechless for a long time.

From the ruins of the snow-covered Library Pavilion, Su Chen walked out, carrying Xu Zhuzi and several unconscious Little Eunuchs.

"What are you standing around for? Aren’t you going to arrest that bandit, the Sect Leader, and the invading First-Grade from Great Zhou?"

"Yes! Lord Su."

The red-robed masters, as if waking from a dream, subconsciously obeyed him as they would a Purple Robe.

...

"You’ve lost."

"And not just the game."

"You cannot protect Great Liang’s Immortal Treasure. Tell me, where is the Grand Ancestor’s sealed coffin..."

The old man in the Purple Robe placed a piece, settling the game. His cloudy, aged eyes gradually grew sharp.

"I have not lost!"

The Little Emperor was incensed. He flipped the game board over. Behind him, a figure in a black robe appeared. It raised its head, revealing a rotten face with a Yellow Paper Talisman stuck to it, as if staring at the old man in the Purple Robe.

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