The Heavenly Court was silent. Jian Wushuang looked at him and said, "I didn't do anything wrong, there's no need to talk about punishment."
Zhen Wuyang said solemnly, "The Heavenly Court doesn't allow blood, but you killed more than ten Derived Immortals. Are you ignoring the heavenly rules?"
Jian Wushuang was calm and composed. "If I didn't use death to intimidate them, I wouldn't be standing here now. If they don't offend me, I don't need to care. But if they offend me, eliminating the threat is the best choice."
"I don't think it's a threat. It wouldn't be a threat in another place, whether it's the Heaven Realm or anywhere else."
"What I can do is to use any method to eliminate these threats."
The Heavenly Court was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Only Jian Wushuang's voice echoed. All the elders looked over.
They didn't expect that this guy who suppressed all the Derived Immortals in the Heaven Realm and eliminated all threats by himself would speak and act in such a similar way.
Zhen Wuyang sat on the Emperor's Throne without saying a word. He stared at Jian Wushuang expressionlessly.
At the same time, a supreme power quietly enveloped the Heavenly Court.
Jian Wushuang only felt an indescribable pressure on every inch of his skin. It was like a hundred thousand divine mountains were pressing down on him.
He bit the tip of his tongue without a trace. He didn't even use his Derivation Force and used his physical strength to resist the pressure.
Uncle Yu, who was standing behind Zhen Wuyang, also raised his turbid eyes to look at Jian Wushuang. Then, he looked down again.
The young Emperor also sensed it. His expression turned cold. He pulled out the flexible sword at his waist and cut it in half, blocking the pressure.
"Emperor Father, we're tired. Let's hurry up and finish what we have to do so we can go to sleep … to face the wall." The young Emperor kept his flexible sword and looked at Zhen Wuyang with an indignant expression.
Looking at the fearless young Emperor, Zhen Wuyang surprisingly didn't get angry. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he sighed and said unhappily, "Get lost."
The young Imperial Emperor raised his eyebrows. Then, he pulled Jian Wushuang and prepared to leave.
"Wait," Zhen Wuyang's dignified voice sounded again. "Let Yu Chang supervise you so that you won't repent."
The old man standing behind Jian Wushuang nodded and walked toward the two of them. Then, he used his hands to bind Jian Wushuang and the young Imperial Emperor. Then, he quickly left the Heavenly Court's Great Hall and rushed to the Zephyr Platform.
When the young Emperor Lord's figure disappeared, a trace of loneliness flashed across Zhen Wuyang's eyes.
"Fellow Immortals, it's rare for us to get together. Let's head to the Inviting Moon Pavilion for a drink."
…
"Uncle Yu, can you let me go? Even though I'm supposed to reflect on my mistakes, there's no need to restrict my freedom …"
In a beautiful place with thousands of peach blossoms and a gentle north wind, two figures were bound together and sitting back to back in a pavilion.
Jian Wushuang was very depressed. He had only killed ten to twenty Derived Immortals and was punished to face the wall here for ten years.
Even though the scenery was excellent, it was still somewhat uncomfortable to be trapped in this pavilion for ten years.
The young Imperial Emperor, who was sitting back to back, also had a helpless expression. He tried to persuade Uncle Yu to release him, but he still did not manage to do so.
"Young Imperial Emperor, ten years will pass very quickly. Just treat it as a nap." Uncle Yu looked up at the two of them. Then, he started meditating not far away.
When he saw that Uncle Yu had already sat down, the young Imperial Emperor nudged Jian Wushuang discreetly and said in a low voice, "I have a soft sword at my waist. Gently pull it out and cut the chains …"
When Jian Wushuang heard that, he immediately reached for the young Imperial Emperor's waist.
"The sword is at my waist. Why are you touching below my waist?"
"It's a mistake. My hand is a bit numb … Don't move."
"How can I not move? That's my itchy flesh."
…
After a difficult struggle, Jian Wushuang finally pulled out the soft sword and cut the chains on the young Imperial Emperor's body.
The young Imperial Emperor waved his hand and got up to take the soft sword. He also cut the chains on him.
"Let's go. I'll bring you to a good place." The young Imperial Emperor revealed a rare look of pride. He waved his hand and pulled Jian Wushuang away.
Jian Wushuang could not refuse. He turned back to look at Uncle Yu, who was still meditating, and followed him out of the pavilion.
When the two of them left, Uncle Yu slowly opened his eyes. He shook his head helplessly and continued to look down.
The two of them were just short of blatantly saying that they were leaving. How could Uncle Yu not notice? However, he did not stop them and allowed them to leave.
As long as they did not leave the Wind Listener Platform, everything would be fine.
As they wandered through the peach blossom forest, Jian Wushuang's tense state of mind relaxed slightly.
He learned from the young Imperial Emperor that nearly half of the noble fairies in the nine celestial realms that surrounded the Heavenly Court lived on the Wind Listener Platform. There were countless immortal spirits that had attained the Dao.
After walking a little over a thousand steps, a peach immortal sitting on a branch brought out an exquisite wine.
"Brother Jian, how's your alcohol tolerance?" The young Imperial Emperor casually took the two jugs of peach blossom wine from the peach immortal's hands and stuffed one of them into Jian Wushuang's hands.
"Not bad." Jian Wushuang didn't refuse. He raised the jug high and took a long drink.
As the pinkish wine flowed down his throat, its clear sweetness spread throughout the peach blossom forest.
The young Imperial Emperor smiled and copied Jian Wushuang. He raised the jug high and drank.
Although there was only one jug of peach blossom wine brewed by the peach immortals, there was a cave in the jug and it contained at least a thousand catties.
Jian Wushuang drank about 50 kilograms in one go before he stopped. He felt that his whole body was soaked and he felt indescribably comfortable.
On the other hand, the little Thearch Emperor gulped down the wine like a whale gulping down a cow. He finished the entire pot of wine.
"I say, don't you feel bloated from drinking like this?" Jian Wushuang asked.
For Derived Immortals who had transcended the mortal world like them, regardless of whether they were sincere or not, they could no longer get drunk from things like wine.
Even if it was immortal wine, they could only taste it in their throat. They wouldn't get drunk.
However, when he looked at the young Imperial Emperor, whose eyes were hazy, he realized that things weren't that simple.
"No way, you're drunk?" Jian Wushuang asked again.
The young Imperial Emperor, whose face was a little red, shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not drunk. How can I get drunk from this kind of peach blossom wine?"
Hearing this somewhat slurred voice, Jian Wushuang had no choice but to take the jug of wine from his hand.
"Hey, little peach immortal, give me another jug. I want it to age."
"…"
Jian Wushuang would never have thought that as a Derived Immortal, he could get drunk from wine.
"Don't drink anymore. If you cause any trouble later, you'll be sent back again!"
After drinking a thousand catties of wine, the young Imperial Emperor was still sober, but his legs were already floating.
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