I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 98: The Great Zhou Dynasty, No Escape

Chapter 98: Chapter 98: The Great Zhou Dynasty, No Escape

He knew that some of the plans in his heart needed to be accelerated.

"What are you thinking about?" a gentle voice came from his side.

"I’m wondering how much longer we can stay focused on cultivating as we are now."

As Liang Hui spoke softly, he walked slowly forward until he stepped into the void.

His body fell from the top of the mountains and rivers, and a flash of green light transformed the falling figure into a streak of light, heading towards the direction of Blue Moon Peak.

Feng Li watched the figure vanish rapidly before her eyes and muttered softly, "Not much longer? But I have arranged all your backup plans."

She turned around!

And walked towards her own house.

In the following days, Liang Hui spent all his time in the Scripture Libraries of Blue Moon Peak and Martial Peak, enriching his own system of Daoist techniques and learning useful knowledge.

...

Meanwhile, far away in the central state of the Great Zhou Royal Court, an imperial court meeting was taking place.

On the dark jade-paved floor, figures clad in court attire and exuding various auras stood upon it.

Gazes crisscrossed and eventually converged on the domineering figure on the ninety-nine steps above; these eyes held no respect or fear, only dissatisfaction.

The empress on the steps desired to perform a Blood Sacrifice using them and the nation’s providence as a path to eternal life

How could they be content with possessors of memories suggestive of the future?

Let’s not forget, it was under their auspices that the woman on the steps was able to overthrow the Tang and establish the Zhou. Do you truly believe your dynasty was founded on illustrious military achievements?

If it was not for the instability and lack of a suitable heir apparent in the nine provinces, they would have already replaced the occupant of that throne.

The woman, cloaked in a golden five-clawed dragon robe, sat dominantly on the dragon throne.

Her expression calm, she surveyed the court officials below the steps.

"Report any matters, dismiss if there are none."

A tall figure stepped out from the crowd, reporting with neither servility nor overbearing pride.

"Your Majesty, news from Yanzhou has arrived that the nomadic tribes are moving southward again, plundering and killing."

"Strengthen the forces at each border pass and have the sects of Huozhou dispatch martial artists and Daoists to station there."

"Yes."

As the figure retreated, court officials one after another stepped forward.

"The Aberrant Cult Master is conducting a Blood Sacrifice of a million souls in Yunzhou and has clashed with a visiting elder of the Primordial Yang Sect, slaying him. The Sect Master of Primordial Yang is now everywhere seeking his whereabouts."

"The Western Desert Buddhist Sect has sent a large number of monks into the nine provinces."

...

"The officials of Tuzhou have been reporting less and less to the various departments of the Imperial Court,"

"Has the Tuzhou garrison sent any information?"

A middle-aged man clad in silver armor stepped forward.

"All messages conveyed suggest that everything is as usual."

"Ha! Everything as usual indicates that there’s no small matter in Tuzhou."

"General Zhu, send garrisons from Leizhou and Yunzhou south to gather intelligence and inform Divine Soldiers Valley of the stakes, to send their strong ones to Tuzhou."

"Yes."

Tricky matters were effortlessly handled and resolved by the woman sitting on the throne.

The dissatisfaction in the eyes of the officials on the court floor receded a bit.

"We have dispatched people everywhere, but have still not found Mister Liang’s whereabouts."

As the words fell, the entire court fell into silence.

The longer the young man from Huaiyuan Town remained missing, the more his title on the court changed.

From being cursed and reviled as a traitor—to a miscreant—Liang Hui—to Mister Liang.

And in the court, the suggestions against the young man became fewer and fewer.

The woman seated on the imperial throne, of course, knew the reason; it was none other than fear.

"Continue the search, we have no ill intentions towards Mister Liang."

"Yes, indeed! Indeed!"

...

Ten days later.

In Tuzhou, Blue Moon Pavilion, Blue Moon Peak.

Within the Scripture Library, Liang Hui stood in front of a bookshelf glancing through Martial Arts Classics in his hand, the cover faintly revealing the words "Deer Horn Fist."

Soon after, the book was returned to the shelf.

He took one last look at the Scripture Library.

He turned around!

Strode towards the back mountain, and about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, Liang Hui arrived in front of a secluded courtyard.

He stepped forward and knocked lightly on the great door.

Creak!

As the door opened, a emaciated figure clad in a Taoist robe appeared.

"Junior Brother Qin, you have arrived just in time. The magic artifact you entrusted to me has been repaired."

"Come have a look, and see if it meets your satisfaction."

Amidst speaking, he had already turned and walked into the courtyard.

Liang Hui followed closely and upon entering the courtyard, he saw a bronze-colored shield set to one side.

"Junior Brother Qin, among the two damaged magic artifacts you provided, the incense burner was too severely damaged, almost beyond repair. Therefore, I took the liberty of using its materials to repair the shield."

"Senior Brother Xu, may I try it?"

After the skinny Taoist made a gesture of permission,

Liang Hui reached out his hand and grasped the shield.

Great tides of inner strength surged from his body into the shield, leaving behind his personal mark.

It took nearly half the time of an incense stick to stop the influx of inner strength.

With a single thought, the shield emitting a pale cyan glow flew in front of him and began to grow larger.

In the blink of an eye, a bronze wall over ten meters high appeared before him.

He extended his hand and touched the wall, going past the glow to press onto the bronze surface.

He exerted a bit of force.

Bang!

A clear palm print appeared on the wall.

The bronze wall was healing itself rapidly, however.

By the time Liang Hui withdrew his hand, the wall had completely returned to its original state.

"Not bad at all! Senior Brother Xu’s craftsmanship is indeed extraordinary."

With this thought, the bronze shield shrank rapidly and turned into a flowing light that rushed into the young man’s embrace.

Liang Hui reached out his hand, and several sky-blue stones appeared in his palm.

"Senior Brother Xu, this is your compensation for the repairs."

"Very well."

The slender Taoist, his face filled with joy, took the sky-blue stones.

"Now that our transaction is complete, I shall take my leave."

He drew back his hand.

Turning around!

He walked outside.

Leaving the courtyard, he soared into the sky towards Silver Moon Peak.

At the top of Silver Moon Peak, Liang Hui strode forward and pushed open the doors of the mansion’s garden to enter.

A woman with silver hair, dressed in a silver gown and a svelte figure, was leaning against the door frame, looking at the clouds.

"Is something the matter?"

"I have taken on a mission to eliminate members of the Demonic Path, and I need to go away for a while."

Only then did Feng Li lower her gaze, her eyes flashing with understanding.

It was just like him to be so acutely aware.

"Leaving now is indeed a good choice."

"Go to the Beast Taming Sect. Affairs in Tuzhou won’t stay quiet for long."

A frown creased Liang Hui’s brow — things seemed more serious than he had anticipated.

He had thought it would be enough to stay away from Lan Yue Pavilion.

"What exactly is going to happen?"

"I cannot disclose specific information due to the Blood Covenant, but you only need to know that half of our force is concentrated in Tuzhou."

"This has been planned ever since that particular memory descended."

"Whether it succeeds or not, Tuzhou will be the site of a battle that reaches the heavens, and countless masters will fall."

At this moment, Liang Hui could no longer remain calm, his expression solemn.

The Red Lotus Sect was definitely not inferior to any top-tier sect.

Fifty percent of their strength meant that Divine Veins and Primordial Spirit Grand Masters would surely be involved.

And the only matter worth mobilizing such forces for was likely just one.

Sigh~

"I will leave Tuzhou now."