Longevity: Sweeping Across the World as an Eunuch

Chapter 51: Chapter 50: Sharpening the Sword

Truth be told.

This was the first time Su Chen had ever encountered a Demon Fiend. They were ten feet tall, one with the head of a bull and the other a tiger, both with humanoid bodies. Their fur was either glossy or as hard as iron. They were inhuman monsters, their bodies wreathed in a black, mist-like Demonic Qi that condensed into armor.

Facing the attack of the two Second-Grade Demon Fiends—the bull and the tiger—Su Chen didn’t even raise his eyes. His gaze remained fixed on the carriage.

To be precise.

He was staring at a head amidst the pile of mangled flesh and bones. Even though it had been gnawed beyond recognition, he could still make out the crying expression on the face of Yang, whom he had just seen a few days ago.

"Still so weak, crying even in death."

Su Chen walked toward the carriage.

"Watch out!"

"He’s first on the Martial Arts List, the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster!"

A furious roar echoed.

At this moment, the red-robed figure gritted his teeth and forced himself up, pushing himself onto his trembling legs. ’It’s death either way,’ he thought. ’Might as well take a gamble.’

Two Second-Grade Demon Fiends hunting a First-Grade cultivator should be a simple task.

Even if they couldn’t kill Lord Su, a fierce battle would create enough of a disturbance to alert the three First-Grade Demon Fiends. Once they arrived, there would still be a chance.

"A First-Grade cultivator?"

"Haha!"

"First-Grade flesh, delivered right to our doorstep. How wonderful."

The two Demon Fiends, the bull and the tiger, both sneered. Their breathing grew heavy as they swallowed hard; it wasn’t as if they’d never killed a First-Grade cultivator before.

To this day, they still savored the memory of that delicious First-Grade flesh.

In an instant, they erupted with black Demonic Qi, crushing the snow and blasting the dark earth beneath their feet. Flanking him from left and right, they charged forward like a frenzied storm, bringing a blizzard of wind and snow down upon him.

"You want to eat me? Are you worthy?"

Su Chen glanced up at them.

BOOM!

An unprecedented sense of terror surged through the two Demon Fiends. For a moment, they felt as if they were facing one of the First-Grade Demon Fiend lords.

’This is bad!’

’This Human Race Cultiv is a tough one.’

"Retreat!"

Before they could even show their terror,

a thunderous roar erupted from Su Chen’s bones and sinews. The Ninety-nine Layers of Thunder Sound detonated in a single moment, unleashing a torrent of Thunderbolt Force.

BOOM!

In that instant, the two Demon Fiends—the bull and the tiger—brushed past the advancing Su Chen. They landed heavily on the ground with a blast of wind, and spiderweb cracks spread across the frozen earth, stretching out as if to infinity.

"There’s a chance!"

"As expected of Second-Grade Demon Fiends! They recklessly clashed with Su Chen and came out unscathed. It looks like they can hold out until the three First-Grade Demon Fiends arrive."

"This is promising! Very promising..."

The red-robed figure was overjoyed. The color instantly returned to his pale face, and a smile of relief spread across his lips.

In the end, Su Chen was only Second Grade.

They were both Second Grade, and with his help, how could they not fight Su Chen?

He was going to survive!

The next instant, the red-robed figure could no longer smile.

SPLAT!

The two ten-foot-tall Demon Fiends began to tremble. Spiderweb cracks appeared all over their bodies, gushing with foul, black demonic blood.

CRASH.

The bull and the tiger collapsed one after the other.

The once proud and imposing figures were now just a pile of mangled flesh on the ground, all their earlier arrogance gone.

"This..."

The red-robed figure’s eyes widened, a chill shooting straight up his spine to his Skull Cap. The courage he had painstakingly mustered to stand up dissipated in an instant.

His knees went weak.

He fell back to his knees, trembling in terror like a spineless coward.

Demon Fiends destroyed with a flick of a finger.

No.

Su Chen hadn’t even lifted a finger, yet the two Second-Grade Demon Fiends were obliterated!

’He’s gotten even stronger.’

Or rather...

’Back then at the Library Pavilion, no one had been able to force out Lord Su’s true strength.’

"Lord Su, spare me!"

"Spare me!"

The red-robed figure’s voice trembled as he kowtowed repeatedly, his scalp quickly turning into a bloody mess.

He finally recalled that night at the Library Pavilion, when Su Chen, at Second Grade, had suppressed three First-Grade masters—an unrivaled display of power!

"Why did it have to be this way?"

"You survived the disaster at the Library Pavilion two years ago. Why insist on dying on a snowy night two years later?"

"End your own life."

After speaking, Su Chen didn’t spare him another glance. He turned to the carriage and tried to piece together Yang, who was now nothing but a head.

Unfortunately,

the rest of Yang’s body fragments were likely already in the bellies of other Demon Fiends.

Once upon a time,

a red robe from the Inner Palace was a figure Su Chen had to look up to while hiding in the Library Pavilion. Now, he was just an insignificant character kneeling at his feet, not even worth a second glance.

"He wants me to kill myself?"

The red robe had no intention of complying. Seeing Su Chen’s back turned to him, he didn’t hesitate. He spun around and fled, his Anger Gang surging like a burning flame as he dashed toward the Tianwu Tower.

"Insolence!"

"Master Su told you to end your own life. Are you deaf? Did you not hear him?!"

A cold voice rang out.

A figure in a Big Red Python Robe blocked the path of the Inner Palace red robe.

"Get out of my way!"

"Do you really take yourself seriously, Chief Eunuch of the Western Depot?"

"We Chief Stewards of the Imperial Palace fear the authority granted to you by His Majesty, and the ten thousand Western Depot Imperial Guards under your command, not your pathetic Third-Grade cultivation..."

The red robe cursed, intending to obliterate Xu Han with a wave of his hand.

A junior who only rose to prominence during Emperor Jianwu’s reign, whose potential was capped at Third Grade, dared to provoke him and tell him to kill himself?!

’Who do you think you are, Su Chen?’

SPLAT!

A mist of blood exploded.

The Second-Grade red robe stared in disbelief at the True Essence palm that had pierced through his churning Anger Gang, his eyes filled with incredulity.

’Since when was the Chief Eunuch of the Western Depot a First-Grade True Essence Minor Grandmaster?’

’He’s... only in his thirties.’

"Zhang Gui’s complete Heaven-Devouring Demon Technique..."

Before he could finish his sentence, terrifying True Essence flooded his body, devouring all of his Anger Gang and sucking him dry into a withered old husk.

Meanwhile, Su Chen was digging pits, exhuming the scattered bones one by one to rebury them, so they wouldn’t be left exposed in the wilderness.

There were over ten thousand exposed skeletons. Su Chen spent two days and one night burying them all.

The ground was covered in small burial mounds.

After finishing everything,

the raging blizzard had subsided significantly.

"Master Su."

For these past two days and one night, Xu Han had followed Su Chen closely, never leaving his side.

"What is it?"

"Afraid I’ll lose my mind and go kill the Little Emperor? Don’t worry, I’m not that stupid. Setting aside that mysterious white-robed figure I can never get a read on, I’m not even sure I could beat a First-Grade Demon Fiend."

"I won’t make my move until I am completely certain..."

Su Chen wiped the dirt from his hands.

Then, he left.

Soon.

A group of Western Depot Agents gathered, their faces filled with horror as they looked at the devastation, the corpse of the red robe, and the remains of the Demon Fiends.

"What are you looking at? I killed them all. Hurry up and clean up this mess..."

"Chief Eunuch, if we move against the Little Emperor now, won’t it be tipping our hand too early? What if we put them on alert?"

"It’s fine!"

"Release the Great Zhou Butcher from the Celestial Prison and let him take the fall for this. Since we’re cooperating with Great Zhou, it’s a good chance to show our sincerity."

After dealing with his confidants, Xu Han rushed to the pharmacy without a moment’s rest.

When he saw Su Chen in the pharmacy waving a fire poker, practicing what looked like a Sword Technique, he breathed a sigh of relief.

’Good, he didn’t go after the Little Emperor.’

No one knew better than him what the Little Emperor was plotting, or how terrifying that white-robed figure was...

"Han, go forge me a sword."

Su Chen looked at Xu Han.

Xu Han was taken aback. No one had called him that name in years. The last person who did had been drowned and fed to the fishes.

Now, he felt as if he had returned to those early days. He bowed respectfully and said,

"Yes, Master Su."

Walking out of the pharmacy,

his eyes shone with a brilliant light.

’Master Su deserves the strongest sword.’

’This is the perfect opportunity to reveal my identity as a First Grade True Essence Minor Master. No matter what, I cannot bring shame to Master Su.’

「A few days later.」

The Jianghu was in an uproar.

The imperial court was also in shock.

Even the Little Emperor took notice.

It was because Lord Xu of the Western Depot, a man once predicted to have little hope of ever reaching Second Grade, had descended upon the Sword Cleansing Pool of the former Three Major Sects with three thousand Embroidered Depot Agents.

With a single finger, he gathered wind and thunder, leveling the Sword Cleansing Pool. As a True Essence Minor Grandmaster at the Peak of Grade One, he eliminated a newly emerged First-Grade Expert from the Sword Cleansing Pool and took the world-renowned Divine Weapon Dust Cleaning Sword.

Rumor had it that the Dust-Washing Sword was indestructible, capable of bearing all kinds of True Intent and borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth. It was once the personal sword of a Grandmaster Powerhouse.

「In the pharmacy, before the furnace.」

Su Chen was speechless as he looked at the Dust-Washing Sword. Its body was a brilliant azure, yet it was wreathed in the stench of blood.

"You killed again?"

"If I recall correctly, I asked you to go to a blacksmith and have a normal iron sword forged for me."

"Master Su, you deserve the best and strongest sword,"

Xu Han said with a smile.

In Su Chen’s vision,

after this trip, Xu Han’s Longevity Fire, which had been good for ten years, had shrunk again, becoming as fragile as Zhang Gui’s—a candle flickering in the wind.

Su Chen understood. Xu Han had once again burned his own life force, trying to emulate Zhang Gui and ascend to the rank of Dual First-Grade Minor Grandmaster, to become a Peak First Grade expert.

"Was it worth it?"

"For Master Su, anything is worth it."

Though he was in his thirties, Xu Han showed none of the ruthless demeanor of the Chief Eunuch who killed without blinking. He smiled like a child, overjoyed that he could finally be of help to Master Su.

But that wasn’t what Su Chen was asking.

Xu Han didn’t know.

Su Chen could see a person’s Longevity Fire.

He was asking:

Was it worth it to burn away the latter half of your life to achieve this fleeting moment at Peak First Grade?

Zhang Gui did it for revenge.

What was Xu Han doing it for?

"Forget it."

"Whatever your plan is, come find me before you make your final gamble. I’ll give you something that might help."

Su Chen reached for the brocade box in his robes. Inside was a Thousand-year-old Ginseng King.

’And thirty-one wisps of Longevity Qi.’

From inside the ceramic pot, the Little Turtle poked its head out. It stared pitifully at the box in Su Chen’s robes, drooling with envy.

’Smells so good! I want to eat it.’

’Turtle is hungry.’

"I don’t need anything."

"Alright."

Xu Han wanted to refuse, but he nodded and agreed anyway.

"Master Su."

"The former Princess Northern Garrison, the Empress... we have a lead on her whereabouts."

"The Jade Token is in her hands."

"Just wait for me a little longer."

"There isn’t much more that Han can do to help you..."

Reaching the door, Xu Han turned back and said,

"If, in three years, well... never mind..."

Xu Han didn’t know that Su Chen had already seen it. He only had three years left to live.

「A few more days passed.」

The Little Emperor finally noticed the missing Demon Fiends and began sending out others disguised as the Imperial Guard to search the entire Imperial Palace.

Su Chen wasn’t in the pharmacy; he had spent the last two days outside the city, pulling weeds from Zhang Gui’s grave.

Five years had passed.

He pulled them every year, and every year they grew back.

’Strange, is someone else killing Demon Fiends besides me?’

The Imperial Guard retreated.

The more they investigated, the more of the Imperial Guard (the Demon Fiends) went missing, to the point where they didn’t dare continue the search.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"How are you still so hungry?"

Maybe it was a hallucination, but when Su Chen lifted the lid, he thought he saw the Little Turtle let out a lazy burp. But he clearly hadn’t fed it any Longevity Qi.

’Turtle hungy, want eat Qi Qi.’

The Ink Jade Turtle rubbed against Su Chen’s probing finger, looking pitifully at the Crystal Core in Su Chen’s robes, drool pooling on the floor.

"BOINK!"

Su Chen flicked the Little Turtle back into the ceramic pot and put the lid on. Then, he once again cradled the Dust-Washing Sword, closed his eyes to meditate, and used his own body as a whetstone to nurture his Sword Intent and polish the Sword Edge, preparing for the heaven-shaking strike he would deliver in three years.

Since he couldn’t quickly master the Second-Grade Internal Organ realm, and his Wind Snow Sword couldn’t reach Perfection without becoming First Grade, he would instead practice the One Sword, Three Transformations Creation technique he had obtained from the Sword Fate Technique Page.

"The seeds sown back then in the Library Pavilion have borne bitter fruit today. In three years, I will set everything right again."

’Turtle hungy, going hunting.’

The Little Turtle timidly poked its head out, scurried out of the pharmacy, sniffed around, and then, drooling, ran toward the Tianwu Tower.

Soon,

the Little Turtle returned, satisfied.

「Night.」

「Tianwu Tower.」

The atmosphere was silent and heavy.

The Little Emperor, the white-robed man, and two First-Grade Demon Fiends all had ashen faces as they stared at the pool of black blood on the floor and the half-eaten torso.

Where was the third First-Grade Demon Fiend?

It was right there on the ground.

"What in the world happened?"

"Forget the three or five Second-Grade Demon Fiends who have gone missing."

"Now a First-Grade Demon Fiend has been killed! Could something have escaped from the Immortal Treasure beneath the Tianwu Tower? But that’s impossible..."

"It’s not time yet. The Immortal Treasure isn’t supposed to rise until three years from now, when the fortune of Great Liang finally shatters."

Master Chu’s expression was dark and uncertain.

Meanwhile, the culprit, a Great Demon Fiend, was obediently staying inside Su Chen’s ceramic pot.

What Double-faced Profound Turtle?

After being fed Su Chen’s Longevity Qi and being reborn from the brink of death, this Double-faced Profound Turtle had already transformed into a different kind of creature.

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