Longevity: Sweeping Across the World as an Eunuch

Chapter 44: Chapter 43: Imparting the Method in a Dream

"It’s so cold today."

The wind and snow began to die down.

Su Chen hunched his shoulders, bundled in his padded coat. He was leading Xuan from the Imperial Hospital with a batch of medicinal herbs they didn’t want, preparing to head back to the pharmacy.

"It all happened in a flash! Three First-Grade experts invaded, trespassed into the Imperial Palace, and sought to assassinate His Majesty! When Eunuch Su heard the news, he rushed a thousand miles to be here and naturally took action!"

"Before he rose to prominence, he received a great kindness from His Majesty, who was but a child at the time! And so, he struck! The boundless wind and snow transformed into a single sword strike, and of the world’s First-Grade experts present, one died and two were gravely wounded!"

"If not for that Great Zhou Butcher and the Cult’s bandit chief, who kowtowed ceaselessly and begged His Majesty for forgiveness, how could our Eunuch Su have possibly spared their wretched lives?"

In the distance.

A Green-robed Eunuch was passionately recounting the events of that night as if he had witnessed them himself.

A dozen or so Little Black-robed Eunuchs were gathered around him. When they heard the exciting parts, they would gasp in amazement from time to time, completely captivated.

"It’s the story of Eunuch Su!"

Xuan exclaimed, immediately running over to listen as well.

For the past few days, the entire world had been buzzing about the shocking battle at the Library Pavilion.

Forbidden City Peak.

The Moonlit Guest in Mysterious Clothes, the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster, single-handedly sweeping through three Junior Grandmasters.

But the rumors were getting more and more outrageous.

Su Chen complained inwardly.

’When did I ever receive any kindness from the Little Emperor?’

’Besides, I drew those three First-Grade experts here to absorb medicinal power and speed up the Washing the Five Viscera. What does that have to do with the Little Emperor?’

That night, if he hadn’t been unable to find the Little Emperor, Su Chen would have made sure to give him a taste of his "Greatsword of Wind and Snow."

"See? Number one on the Martial Arts List, and also number one on the Profound List! Ascending to the top of the world as a Second-Grade Internal Organ realm expert—only our Great Liang’s Eunuch Su has done it!"

"All the First-Grade experts in the world are nothing but flies, rats, and dogs! Only our Eunuch Su is a true hero!"

The Green-robed Eunuch boasted with all his might.

Speaking of which, this Martial Arts List, also known as the Praise Killing List, was actually an idea Su Chen himself had come up with. It was specifically designed to stir up conflict and infighting among the Major Sects of the Martial World and their First-Grade Experts.

Su Chen never expected that one day, the Praise Killing List would be used against him.

"I don’t think what you’re saying is right."

"That night, I saw Eunuch Su with his Qi and blood surging, his bones humming. He was treading on wind and snow, full of ill intent, and heading towards the Imperial Study. It didn’t look like someone who had received a great kindness from His Majesty, like you said..."

Su Chen spoke up.

If these rumors kept spreading, he would soon become the Little Emperor’s number one lapdog. He was on no good terms with the Little Emperor.

In an instant.

The Green-robed Eunuch glanced at the Profound Black Robe Su Chen was wearing and the medicinal herbs he was carrying. A look of contempt crossed his face. He spat on the ground and shooed him away.

"You saw wrong. Eunuch Su was definitely going to report back to His Majesty."

"What the hell does a Black-robed Eunuch from the pharmacy know about Eunuch Su!"

"Get lost."

"Or I’ll have the masters from the Imperial Guard teach you a lesson."

Unbelievable.

’He didn’t even know myself as well as this guy did.’

If he weren’t afraid of exposing his identity, Su Chen really would have run him through with his sword.

Su Chen walked away, muttering curses under his breath.

At that moment, Su Chen finally understood.

The Little Emperor was using the "praise killing" tactic on him while simultaneously leveraging his power to solidify his own status as Emperor, both in the Imperial Palace and throughout the world.

After all, with a future Grandmaster Eunuch as his supposed lapdog, who would dare provoke this Little Emperor?

But wasn’t this Little Emperor afraid of getting on Su Chen’s bad side?

’It seems he already did that long ago.’

’Oh, well. Never mind then.’

"What did I do to deserve this?"

The Imperial Palace was a mess of chaos. Su Chen returned to the pharmacy and didn’t go out again, staying by the warm furnace.

He had stepped into the Second-Grade Internal Organ realm.

For some unknown reason, his head felt increasingly heavy, and a wave of drowsiness washed over him. Before long, he had drifted off to sleep again.

In his dream, he once again met the White-clothed Sword Immortal. The man was drinking tea. He set down his sword and looked at Su Chen.

"Do you cultivate the sword?"

BOOM!

In that instant, Su Chen startled awake.

His eyes narrowed.

Twice!

’The same dream!’

’Something’s wrong.’

’With my Second-Grade Internal Organ realm cultivation, I could go three days and nights without sleep and be fine. Why have I fallen into this strange dream twice in a row? What’s going on?’

A scorching heat spread from his chest.

Su Chen reached into his robes and felt something scalding hot.

The Wordless Book.

At this moment, two pages of the Wordless Book, which he had taken from the old man in the Purple Robe, had spontaneously combusted without any flame, leaving only the final page.

Back then, when he had received the Wordless Book from the Funeral Hall’s Shopkeeper, Su Chen had scanned it carefully. It originally had nine pages, six of which were damaged, leaving three.

Now, only the last page remained.

"There’s a problem."

Su Chen calmed his mind as he sat on the recliner. The drowsiness washed over him again, and he fell back into the dream, once more seeing the white-robed sword immortal.

This time, however, the white-robed sword immortal seemed rather exasperated.

"Are you going to cultivate it or not?"

"My Sword Fate Technique Pages are not for you to waste like this!"

’Sword Fate Technique Page?’

Su Chen found the term familiar, as if he had seen it in one of the ancient books in the Library Pavilion.

’This dream... it seems to be a great opportunity.’

Just as Su Chen was pondering this, the White-clothed Sword Immortal in the dream, whose face was obscured, grew impatient. He didn’t wait for Su Chen’s consent and began to impart the technique directly.

"Even among Martial Arts Prodigies, there are different levels. In my view, comprehension is differentiated by a potential of nine pages."

"The last one to burn a page and receive my teachings in a dream was a young man in a Purple Robe."

"Unfortunately, with his talent, one page for one entry into the dream was his limit. I taught him ’Boundless Wind and Snow’ to help him glimpse the realm of a Grandmaster."

"You were able to enter the dream three times with three pages. Your talent is decent, far surpassing the boy I first taught over three hundred years ago who called himself Emperor Liang. He only managed two entries with two pages."

"Three pages of fate technique, transformed into this one sword strike. This is the True Intent of the sword I comprehended when I was a mortal Grandmaster. With your talent, perhaps you can grasp thirty percent of it when you step into the Acquired Realm and roam the world unchallenged."

With that said.

The White-clothed Sword Immortal slashed out with his hand. In an instant, it was as if ten thousand sword shadows blotted out the sun and sky. Within this single strike, there seemed to be a thousand different transformations, yet it also looked like nothing more than an ordinary slash.

Su Chen was a little dazed.

"Hah! You don’t understand?"

"Ignorant."

"It seems your comprehension is only at the three-page level, which is to be expected. Wait until you step into the Acquired Realm, then recall this sword strike. With thirty percent of its essence, you can roam the world."

The White-clothed Sword Immortal seemed to let out a cold sneer. With a flick of his sleeve, he cast Su Chen out of the dream.

"Be gone."

BOOM!

The next instant.

Su Chen woke up and looked around. He was still on the recliner in front of the furnace. Beside his hand, the tea Xuan had brewed for him was still hot and steaming.

Everything that had just happened felt like a hazy, Illusory Dream.

’Was it a dream?’

Su Chen got up, casually picked up a fire poker from beside the furnace, and walked out of the pharmacy.

He closed his eyes and recalled everything from the dream.

In a state of deep concentration, he surged his Qi and blood and slashed out with his hand, mimicking the sword strike.

It was completely unremarkable!

CRACK!

Not a single strange phenomenon occurred. Instead, the fire poker in his hand couldn’t withstand his Qi and blood. It shattered with a loud crack, covered in countless fissures.

"Master, what’s wrong?"

Xuan, who was organizing the medicinal herbs, heard the noise and poked his head out to look.

"It’s nothing."

"Just had a silly Illusory Dream, that’s all."

Su Chen chuckled in amusement, casually tossed the fire poker aside, and walked back inside. He really was being ridiculous, actually taking such a comical dream seriously.

The next instant.

The ice and snow were melting. On a tree branch, a drop of snowmelt fell toward the courtyard.

In a flash.

Several sword shadows made of Qi and blood appeared out of thin air. Like a howling gale, they sliced the single drop of water into a thousand pieces, rendering them too small to be seen.

He didn’t need to wait to step into the Acquired Realm. At this moment, as a Second-Grade expert, Su Chen could already display seventy percent of the technique’s essence.

「In the Imperial Palace, inside the Imperial Study.」

"ROAR!"

The white-robed man who had been conversing with the Little Emperor suddenly shot to his feet. He let out a roar like a startled beast, the hairs on his body standing on end. He took several steps back, his gaze fixed to the south with a mixture of shock and bewilderment.

The pharmacy was in that direction.

"Master Chu, what’s wrong?"

the Little Emperor asked.

"It’s nothing."

"Just now, I thought I felt a trace of Microscopic Sword Qi. But the path to the Microscopic level is one for Acquired Grandmasters. Let alone your Imperial Palace, there isn’t a single Grandmaster in the entire Nine Commanderies..."

"Your father was a Great Demon Fiend. Even when he was a Grandmaster nearing the end of his life, he never achieved the Microscopic level..."

"It must have been my imagination."

The white-robed man’s face was revealed—a terrifying visage, one half Demon Fiend, the other half human.

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