I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 297 - 52 Facing Ancestor Qian

Chapter 297: Chapter 52 Facing Ancestor Qian

"To assist the king and educate the world, to make laws and set standards for the common folk, ensuring the old and young are provided for...." the elder recited, word by word, the path of Confucianism, his expression brimming with seriousness.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Liang Hui’s palms gently stroked, his eyes filled with admiration.

The way and principles spoken by the other party were impeccable!

And the scholar before him had been practicing his own way for most of his life.

Such a person, no matter what, deserved respect.

Most importantly, the other party had not fallen into the pitfall of coveting Spiritual Energy.

"A commendable philosophy, would you like to try it out in the Divine Dynasty?" Liang Hui’s hand reached out, touching the Green Banner beside him, his gaze locking onto the elder.

Boom!

A silent thunder exploded within the scholar’s heart.

The emperor of the Divine Dynasty, who was regarded as a Mo by most practitioners, had satisfied his demand so easily.

His emotions surged within his chest, but the scholar quickly suppressed them.

He rose to his feet and bowed deeply.

"I am unaware of what Your Majesty requires of Confucianism to do."

"All you need to do is practice your own way, that’s enough," Liang Hui’s hand returned from the Green Banner, his demeanor indifferent.

The elder’s eyes flickered with astonishment in that moment, looking up at the youth seated across from him.

His power was cold and fierce, yet also dignified and noble.

"Your Majesty, such righteousness."

The young man’s expression did not change as he waved his hand, signaling that the Confucian scholar could leave.

The elder nodded slightly and stepped back slowly, leaving the chariot.

He had to gather the disciples of Confucianism and wait for the world to unite under one, to practice their own way.

Liang Hui gazed at the somewhat empty chariot before him.

With a beckoning gesture, the Green Banner rapidly shrunk, transforming into a stream of light, and then settled in his palm.

He fiddled with the palm-sized Green Banner.

His other hand swept over the area in front of him – a tea table, a teapot, and two steaming teacups were neatly arranged.

"Since you have come, have a cup of hot tea."

The moment the words fell, a hazy figure was already seated in front of the young man.

It was a tall figure dressed in the Myriad Dragons Imperial Robe, with the immensely yang and unyielding Dragon Qi winding around it.

Cradling the Imperial Seal, not even his long hair could conceal the sharpness in his eyes or the coldness on his face:

"You are a noble guest we invited, yet now you seek to usurp our position."

Rumble!

The clouds burst asunder, the Vault of Heaven trembled, and an indescribable force was born between heaven and earth.

Liang Hui lightly waved the Green Banner in his hand.

The ruptured clouds closed, the swaying Vault of Heaven steadied, and the intensely yang and rigid power dissipated.

In a breath, everything returned to normal.

"The six who summoned me here know what they wanted," Liang Hui said with a light chuckle as he lifted his teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

Clap!

After setting down the teacup, the young man leaned forward slightly, and an indescribable power filled the skies and the earth.

It was as if divine mountains were collapsing and pillars of heaven were breaking, threatening to destroy the world.

A sardonic smile appeared on Liang Hui’s face:

"Moreover, I wish to dominate the human world, and you, a dead man, what can you do to me?"

Huff huff huff~

Heavy panting sounds came from Ancestor Qian.

The majority of the human world was swirling with activity, and heaven and earth trembled, causing all beings and spirits to kneel in homage.

How long had it been!

How long since a being dared to speak to him in such a manner.

Yet Liang Hui ignored the turbulent winds and clouds, picked up the teapot, and poured himself another cup of tea.

Lifting the teacup, he began to sip slowly.

For a long time, only heavy breathing filled the air until it gradually calmed, and a hand, emanating Dragon Qi, reached out to take a sip from the teacup.

"I can give you two-thirds of the human world, but one-third must be reserved to reestablish the great Divine Dynasty."

Liang Hui’s face displayed an even greater sense of mockery as he shook his head.

As the young man rejected the offer, Ancestor Qian fell into silence, and the atmosphere within the chariot became increasingly tense and oppressive.

"I was once the master of the human world. I have methods to bring it down with me, even in my downfall."

"What does that have to do with me!" Liang Hui chuckled lowly, his laughter cold and intense.

A threat? Then come and try.

In that moment, a flash of astonishment crossed Ancestor Qian’s always cold expression.

He was well aware of the other’s actions in the human world since he had arrived.

While his methods were decisive, they were still somewhat benevolent towards the common people.

Now it seemed that they were only somewhat benevolent after all!

With the most favorable plan rejected, it was time to settle for the next best option.

Huh~

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Ancestor Qian had no choice but to throw out his final bargaining chip.

"Since my birth, all the Scriptures, secret techniques, and volumes I know of can be yours."

"But I wish to return after this great calamity has passed."

It was exceedingly difficult for a being of his level to die a clean death.

However, the stakes in Guangxi Realm were too complex.

In the end, whether the victor was that Snake Demon or his five ancient rivals, he would be thoroughly devoured.

Now, he could only place his hopes on the man before him, so that he might return after the great calamity.

Upon hearing this, Liang Hui abandoned his jesting demeanor, wore a grave expression, and set down the teacup, saying,

"Not enough!"

"I want your position as a source of Spiritual Qi."

’Indeed, he has noticed it.’ Ancestor Qian sighed internally.

Nevertheless, after being slain by that Snake Demon, possessing the Spiritual Qi Source had already become an inevitable loss.

Having drained his cup of tea, he slowly set it down and pushed it towards the young man.

Liang Hui looked down to see that the emptied teacup was now filled with green water.

Within this cup of green water, Liang Hui saw endless patterns, heroes and geniuses throughout the ages soaring to the skies, the purely ultimate source of Spiritual Qi, and the vast network of Spiritual Qi that enveloped the Guangxi Realm.

By drinking this cup of green water, he would replace Ancestor Qian and become one of the six sources, absorbing the wisdom and Spiritual Light of all practitioners, past and present, in this realm.

Liang Hui’s gaze grew profound as he picked up the teacup and placed it in his chest.

Then, he made a promise, "When you return, I shall lead you into the Way."

Ancestor Qian nodded, giving the young man a deep look.

He had no choice.

He could only trust that the young man would emerge victorious in this great calamity and fulfill his promise.

The illusory figure, starting to disintegrate from the Dragon Qi, vanished atop the chariot within a few breaths.

Boom! Boom!

Silver serpents flickered across the Vault of Heaven, each carrying a trace of sorrow.

Drip-drop! Drip-drop!

A droplet of blood-red rain slid from the sky, falling upon the earth.

Then came a torrential blood rain, covering the entirety of the human world.

Within the boundless maple forest, autumn leaves danced under the blood rain.

Countless monks bustled below, looking up at the sky with vacant expressions.

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

The door of a temple hidden in the deepest part of the maple forest slowly opened, revealing a thin monk of solemn appearance, leaning against the threshold and staring at the sky.

With hands brought together in prayer, he sighed with both sadness and relief,

"May Buddha remain unharmed!"

In the Golden Maple Temple, in the Shangqing Sect, in the Taiqing Sect... one powerful individual after another looked up, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

One of the six saints, long-standing since antiquity, had now perished.

And the chariot that had lingered in the sky, beneath the rain of blood, embarked once more on its journey.

Only a few paths remained in the human world—let there be no delay.