Eternal God Emperor: Only I Am Emperor One

Chapter 132 The Disciples of the Xuanji Sword Saint
Three figures flew over from outside the Tomb of Fallen Gods and landed at the place where Qi Hong had died.

An old man and two young men, all with powerful auras, were Qi Qiankun, Qi Yun, and Qi Dao. Qi Qiankun was the head of the Demon Suppression Academy of the Liangyi Sect, a saint who had lived for over three hundred years. Qi Yun and Qi Dao were both half-saints.

"It's Qi Hong's blood, and the blood of another half-saint. Someone else is involved. Could it be that the Holy Book Talent has been rescued?" Qi Yun looked at the bloodstains on the ground with great concern.

The last message they received from the Holy Spirit was from Qi Hong saying that he had seriously injured the Holy Book Talent, but the current situation had clearly changed.

Qi Qiankun's hair was distinctly black and white, like the division of yin and yang. He said coldly, "The Holy Book Talent is, after all, one of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maidens of the Imperial Court. It is normal for others to follow her. This time, Qi Hong was too overconfident. He actually dared to use his half-saint cultivation to deal with a saint. Even if the Holy Book Talent is seriously injured, killing him is just a matter of snapping her fingers."

"What should we do now? If Qi Hong attacks the Holy Book Talented Woman and she escapes from the Fallen God's Tomb Forest, she will definitely conduct a thorough investigation of the Qi family. At that time, everything will come to light," Qi Dao said worriedly.

As a talented woman of the Holy Book, if she were to inform the saints of the Two Elements Sect about what happened tonight, the Burial Moon Sword Saint and the sect leader Ning Xuandao would definitely come forward to investigate the Qi family, and even the Taiyi Ancestor might come forward.

The talented woman who represents the Empress has an incident at the Liangyi Sect, and the entire Liangyi Sect is implicated.

“Things have come to this point, we cannot let the Holy Book Talented Woman escape. She is already injured, and there is still her holy blood on the ground. The rules of heaven and earth in the Fallen God Tomb Forest are special and can conceal the secrets of heaven. As long as we kill her in the Fallen God Tomb Forest, we can solve all the problems.” Qi Qiankun’s dry voice was filled with strong killing intent.

"Let's go. The Holy Book Talent is seriously injured and can't have gone far. Follow me and chase after her, and kill all those who know the truth."

The three figures transformed into streaks of light once more, chasing deeper into the Tomb of Fallen Gods.

Qi Hong's sacred blood lies beneath a towering tombstone.

Behind the tombstone.

Two figures were hidden in the darkness, blending into the surrounding yin energy, standing very close together, motionless, separated only by an outer robe.

Concealing one's aura with the path of darkness is enough to deceive even a saint's senses. As for the effect, the smaller the area covered, the better the effect.

Qi Qiankun was a veteran saint. For safety reasons, Di Yi reduced the range of the dark power to the extreme, just enough to cover the two of them. At this moment, the two were pressed together, and they could almost hear each other's heartbeats.

It was very rapid, and the jumps were very fast.

Of course, I'm referring to the heartbeat of the talented woman who writes sacred books.

The talented woman turned to look at the man beside her. Her delicate nose was only half a foot away from his face, and the physical contact gave her a strange feeling.

As Qi Qiankun and the other two figures gradually disappeared, the talented woman of the Holy Book had to admire Di Yi's skill and courage. In front of the saint, he did not choose to run away, but stayed where he was.

"They've gone far away, can you let go of me now?"

The talented woman pointed to her waist, where a well-defined arm wrapped around her, keeping her in a strange position.

"Not urgent."

Before he finished speaking, the old man, who had already gone far away, suddenly turned back and landed at the foot of the tombstone.

Qi Qiankun opened his holy eyes, scanned his surroundings, and his wrinkled brows furrowed tightly together.

"Did they really escape into the depths of the Fallen God's Tomb Forest?"

The talented woman felt relieved; she had underestimated the cunning of these old men and almost believed they had actually gone deep into the Tomb of the Fallen Gods.

She turned her head to look at Di Yi. Putting aside his cultivation level, Di Yi's alertness, courage, and even his strange methods surprised and amazed her. It was as if she had opened a brand new door and come into contact with something she had never seen before.

Qi Qiankun collected a drop of blood from Qi Hong, the Three-Blade Half-Saint, the Holy Book Talent, and Zhang Ruochen on the ground before departing again.

"Will they come back?" the Holy Book Girl asked in a low voice, temporarily forgetting about the arm around her waist.

"Just wait and see."

Di Yi shook his head slightly. Qi Qiankun had not gone far. He wondered if Qi Qiankun had left behind his divine sense to observe in the dark. Although the Dark Path could perfectly conceal one's figure and aura, its effectiveness was greatly reduced if one moved. Staying in place was the safest option.

"They're back." The talented woman of the Holy Book heard the faint footsteps approaching, her heart sank, and she became nervous. Her body unconsciously pressed itself tighter, and the black robe wrapped around her inadvertently opened up a large part, exposing a large area of ​​her snow-white skin. Fortunately, Di Yi did not look down, and neither of them noticed.

"Junior Sister Yanchen, is Junior Brother really not dead?"

A woman's voice rang out, and three figures appeared before the tombstone—or rather, four. Perched on Huang Yanchen's shoulder stood a petite woman, barely four inches tall—Ling Shu, the fifth disciple of the Xuanji Sword Saint. She was not human, but a sentient spirit of heaven and earth, possessing exceptional talent in both martial arts and swordsmanship. Besides Huang Yanchen and the semi-saint Ling Shu, two men stood to the side.

One is Wan Ke, the third disciple of Xuanji Sword Saint, and the other is Feng Han, the fourth disciple of Xuanji Sword Saint.

“Someone told me that the Nine Nether Sword Saint did not attack Zhang Ruochen at the time; someone else intercepted and killed him. Last night I asked my master, and he did not deny that Zhang Ruochen was still alive, but he was unwilling to tell me his whereabouts,” Huang Yanchen said.

"Junior Brother really didn't die?" Ling Shu Half-Saint was excited. She had been grieving for two whole months after the news of Zhang Ruochen's death came back.

"Junior Sister Yanchen, even if Junior Brother is still alive, how can you be so sure that Lin Yue is Junior Brother?" Feng Han was a tall, thin young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. His face was quite pale, and he appeared very sickly, exuding a chilling aura.

He is the most talented swordsman among Xuanji Sword Saint's disciples, second only to Zhang Ruochen, and has the potential to become a Sword Saint in the future.

"Lin Yue was originally just an ordinary Heavenly Realm disciple in the Liangyi Sect, barely making it into the top 10,000 on the Heavenly Ranking. In just a few months, he rose to become one of the best disciples of the Holy Lineage and was known as a sword prodigy. This is a very strange thing."

"Moreover, I have received definite information that Lin Yue died at the hands of the black market people several months ago. How could he possibly return to the Liangyi Sect and soar to great heights? I am 70% certain that Lin Yue is Zhang Ruochen in disguise." Huang Yanchen said excitedly, though in reality she was less than 30% sure. Countless people in the world have had extraordinary encounters and soared to great heights, and resurrection is not a legend. But as long as there was a sliver of hope in finding Zhang Ruochen, she was unwilling to give up.

Wan Ke was the strongest among them, having reached the ninth-order half-saint level. He listened to Huang Yanchen's words without speaking, but he was already quite certain that Lin Yue was Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen was able to escape from the Ancient God Mountain and Qi Hong not only through his own abilities but also thanks to a treasure called the [Meteor Invisibility Cloak].

The Meteor Cloak of Invisibility was a gift from Wan Ke to Zhang Ruochen when Zhang Ruochen reached the Supreme Realm of the Heavenly Extreme Realm; it was his second most important treasure.

He could clearly sense the lingering aura of the Meteor Cloak here.

"Regardless of whether Lin Yue is the junior brother or not, the fact that a half-saint from the Demon Suppression Academy of the Two Elements Sect is chasing after a sword prodigy from the Two Elements Sect seems suspicious no matter how you look at it," Wan Ke said in a deep voice. He, Feng Han, and Ling Shu were invited by Huang Yanchen to find Lin Yue, and they happened to encounter Qi Hong's pursuit. They followed him from a distance and ended up in the Fallen God Tomb Forest.

Wan Ke continued, "The interior of the Fallen God Tomb Forest is vast, and it will be difficult for just a few of us to find Lin Yue. I have already sent a message to my eldest and second eldest brothers, who are near the Fallen God Mountain Range and should be arriving soon."

Before accepting Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen as disciples, Xuanji Sword Saint had five disciples. In addition to Wan Ke, Feng Han, and Ling Shu, there was also his second disciple Zhu Hongtao, who was a savage beast from an ancient species that became a saint. His eldest disciple Qingxiao was the Heavenly King of the Ministry of War of the Imperial Court. In terms of talent, strength, and heroic talent, the five of them were only one step apart.

Feng Han pondered for a moment upon hearing this and said, "Lin Yue has disappeared and it will not be easy to find him. If we go to the Tomb Forest to look for him, he will leave instead, which would be a waste of our time. Otherwise, I will stay here and guard the exit. If Lin Yue escapes from the Tomb Forest, I can stop him immediately. When Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother arrive, someone will tell them the details."

The other three didn't think much of it and nodded.

"Then you stay here, Fourth Junior Brother, and wait for Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother to arrive. Then my two Junior Sisters and I will go find Lin Yue," Wan Ke said.

The talented woman hiding behind the tombstone heard their conversation and breathed a slight sigh of relief. Qingxiao was the military strategist of the imperial court, and Zhu Hongtao was a saint of the Eastern Region Holy Academy. If either of them came, they would be able to contend with Qi Qiankun and help her get out of the crisis.

She glanced at Di Yi secretly and saw that he looked serious. She thought to herself, "Di Yi is the young master of the Black Market First-Class Hall. If Qing Xiao or Zhu Hongtao finds out, he will probably not escape disaster."

"Don't worry, when Qingxiao Heavenly King and Hongtao Saint arrive, you will disguise yourself as my subordinate. I will not tell them your true identity."

Di Yi didn't speak, but with a forceful pull, he drew the talented woman of the Sacred Book into his arms. Her breasts pressed against his chest, their snow-white color fully exposed.

With no saint present, Di Yi no longer needed to be so careful in concealing his aura. He and the talented woman of the Holy Book transformed into a black shadow and retreated towards the distant forest of tombstones. They stopped at a spot that offered both hiding place and a wider view: a narrow gap between two mounds of graves, just big enough for one person to fit in.

The two then stood close together, one in front of the other, and naturally had a lot of physical contact.

The talented woman was now powerless and could only let Di Yi do as he pleased. Her face was flushed with shame and indignation, and she felt that he was deliberately taking advantage of her.

"you……"

"Don't speak, stay hidden."

Feng Han's cultivation was only at the second-tier half-saint level, so he didn't notice anything unusual. But after a short while, blood energy began to rise from the black ground.

In the blink of an eye, they transformed into four figures of the Undying Blood Clan, all of whom had reached the level of Half-Saint.

As soon as the four figures appeared, they bowed to Feng Han and said in unison, "Greetings, Sixth Prince."

Feng Han's gaze swept over the four of them, and he said indifferently, "Lin Yue is very likely Zhang Ruochen, the successor of the Time and Space. He has great talent, and if he grows up, he will be a great threat to our clan. The four of you should find a way to get rid of him and not let him leave the Tomb of Fallen Gods."

(End of this chapter)