PS: The Legend of Son of Heaven really made my balls hurt …
"Hmm, so much world energy." That night, Sei Itō, who was having fun with his wives in the palace, raised his head and looked at the sky to the west of the city.
"What's wrong, my king?" Zhao Ya, who noticed Sei Itō's expression, asked softly.
"I found something interesting." Sei Itō smiled. Then he raised his hand and patted Zhao Ya's "qiao tun", indicating for her to move aside. He then stood up from his seat.
"I'm going out for a while."
After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared from the palace. In the next second, he appeared in the west of the city, where the world energy was surging.
"The Mohist Inn. Seems like Xiang Shaolong was caught by them. "Sei Itō, who was floating in the air, looked down at the buildings below and laughed softly.
Speaking of which, he had almost forgotten about Xiang Shaolong. He hadn't seen him come to Handan for half a year. Sei Itō even thought that this guy might have been bitten by a beast or killed by some other strong person. Fortunately, Yan Ping and the others were patient and didn't give up. Otherwise, who knows what kind of demon would have happened.
After all, no matter what, Xiang Shaolong was the real Son of Heaven in this world.
Then, his eyes lit up and he looked inside the inn with his X-ray vision.
In an instant, a large number of sloppily dressed men, who looked like they hadn't bathed in a long time, wearing linen clothes and barefoot, who looked no better than beggars, came into Sei Itō's sight. They sat in groups of twos and threes, drinking and laughing around short square tables.
Obviously, this group of people followed the teachings of the School of Mohism: practice. Frugality, hard work. They didn't cut the straw in their rooms, used earthen bowls, drank coarse soup, ate coarse sorghum rice, and wore coarse deerskin. Compared to those who didn't get tired of eating good food, didn't get tired of eating small things, wore luxurious clothes, and traveled in carriages. The Confucian disciples who lived extravagantly were the complete opposite. It was no wonder that they were gradually abandoned by humans who pursued pleasure.
After all, no one with a wealthy family would be willing to dress like a member of the Mo Clan. It was disgusting.
However, this had nothing to do with Sei Itō for the time being, so he turned his gaze towards the depths of the School of Mo.
In an instant, several underground buildings similar to dungeons and secret rooms immediately appeared. Yan Ping, the head of the Mohist Guild of the State of Zhao, was sitting in one of the rooms. His expression was slightly excited as he received a black token with a large ink character carved on the front from a disciple's hand.
Obviously. This token was undoubtedly the Juzi Token.
"Good, good, the Juzi Token is finally in my hands." Yan Ping said excitedly.
"Congratulations, Master. I believe that with this Juzi Medallion, Master will definitely be able to subdue the Qi and Chu branches of the School of Mo and reunite our School of Mo once more, "the disciple said in an excited manner.
"Be careful with your words! You have to know that the head of the School of Mo, Cao Qiu Dao, is known as the number one swordsman in the world. Although it may be exaggerated, their martial arts must not be bad. If we want to subdue them, we will have to work harder. "Yan Ping reprimanded with a stern face. However, from the slight smile on his face, it was not difficult to see the joy and pride in his heart.
"Right, what about Xiang Shaolong? Have you dealt with him? " At this time, Yan Ping suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked.
"I was just about to deal with him. However, that person said that he wanted to see you one last time before he died and wanted to ask you some questions. Thus, I temporarily let him live. Please tell me what to do. "The disciple cupped his hands and said.
"See me? Forget it. No matter what, that person is still a member of the School of Mo. I will go see him and fulfill his final wish. "Yan Ping frowned when he heard this, then stood up from the ground and put the Juzi Token into his pocket.
"Master is merciful." The disciple said respectfully.
Then, the two of them left the room and came to another room at the side.
If the previous room was a normal secret room, then this room was completely a torture room. A wooden plank was erected at the innermost part of the room. Xiang Shaolong, whose hair was disheveled, was covered in blood, and his face was pale. He looked as if he could die at any time. Torches were burning on both sides of the room. On the right side of the room, there was a copper basin filled with burning charcoal. A red-hot soldering iron was placed in the basin. From time to time, there would be crackling sounds from the soldering iron. Two fierce-looking members of the School of Mo stood at the side, laughing coldly as they looked at Xiang Shaolong on the plank.
"Creak ~"
"Master." Seeing Yan Ping push open the door and enter, the two disciples hurriedly bowed and greeted.
Yan Ping nodded and strolled in front of Xiang Shaolong. He said calmly, "I am here. Ask me what you want."
Hearing Yan Ping's voice, Xiang Shaolong coughed twice and asked in a hoarse voice, "Cough, cough, I want to know how Master Yuan Zong is doing."
"According to the School of Mo's rules, he has already been executed." Yan Ping replied calmly.
"Is he dead …" Xiang Shaolong's mouth twitched. It was hard to tell whether he was going to cry or laugh.
"I believe that my relationship with Yuan Zong is very confidential. There should not be a third person in the world who knows about it. How do you know that I am close to Yuan Zong and that the Juzi Token is on me?" Following that, Xiang Shaolong asked the biggest question in his heart.
"Someone told me." Yan Ping moved slightly and replied.
Actually, at this time, Yan Ping was also starting to feel shocked and fearful of the powerful intelligence gathering ability of the Marquis of Ju Lu and the current King Zhao. He decided that if he could avoid contact with King Zhao in the future, he would never do so.
"Who is that person?!" Xiang Shaolong seemed to have regained his senses before death, his eyes shining brightly as he stared at Yan Ping's eyes and asked sternly.
Yan Ping's heart skipped a beat from Xiang Shaolong's sudden gaze. He frowned and replied, "There's no harm in telling you. It is the current King Zhao."
"The King Zhao who made cement, paper, books and even clerical characters?!" Xiang Shaolong asked incredulously.
He really could not understand why this' partner 'from the future would want to harm him like this. There was no enmity between the two of them, right?
"Yes." Yan Ping nodded and confirmed.
"Ha, hahaha, hahahaha …" Xiang Shaolong raised his head after receiving an affirmative answer. His eyes were filled with hatred and relief as he suddenly laughed loudly.
"Send him on his way." Yan Ping, who was irritated by Xiang Shaolong's laughter, said to the disciples beside him.
"Yes, master." A disciple replied. He then slowly drew his sword and walked in front of the laughing Xiang Shaolong. Without hesitation, he stabbed his sword into Xiang Shaolong's chest.
"Pu."
Although they had not studied the structure of the human body, from years of battle experience, these swordsmen knew that the heart was a fatal spot. Once it was stabbed, the person would not be able to survive.
Indeed, not long after, Xiang Shaolong's voice gradually died. His head drooped weakly as he breathed his last.
In an instant, the clouds above the State of Zhao churned. Large amounts of the Power of the World surged like boiling water, stirring up the surrounding void. Seeing this, Sei Itō did not hesitate. He immediately flew into the clouds where the Power of the World was. He opened the Rubik's Cube and began to absorb the Power of the World around him.
Under the Rubik's Cube's absorption, it did not take long for the Power of the World that had leaked out from Xiang Shaolong's death to be completely absorbed. Everything returned to normal.
After doing all this, Sei Itō lowered his head again and looked down at the School of Mo.
"Eh?" However, at this moment, a strange change suddenly occurred in the School of Mo.
Within the secret cell, a figure that looked exactly like Xiang Shaolong, except that it was covered in black and grey gas, suddenly floated out from Xiang Shaolong's corpse and entered the disciple's body through the sword that he had pulled out.
In the next moment, the disciple's face paled and he suddenly fell down. He grabbed his head with both hands and let out a mournful scream.
"This is … Possession?" Sei Itō said in shock.
However, after thinking about it, Sei Itō felt relieved. After all, no matter what, Xiang Shaolong had really passed through the space-time barrier and endured the baptism of space-time power. He was a transmigrator who arrived in the Warring States Period with a perfect body. It was natural that there would be some special changes. However, in this case, Sei Itō could not keep him.
Thinking of this, Sei Itō moved the School of Mo's disciple who had been possessed by Xiang Shaolong to the void in front of him. He raised his hand and summoned thunder, striking the School of Mo's disciple's body.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the sky lit up and the School of Mo's disciple's body suddenly exploded, revealing a gray mass of air with black smoke on the outside.
At this moment, Sei Itō waved his arm again. A faint purple-green flame was released and floated onto the mass of air.
It was the purple-green tusita fire that was said to be able to burn everything in the world!
"Squeak!"
Immediately, an ear-piercing screech sounded from the gray mass of air.
Hearing this, Sei Itō smiled coldly and ignored it. He quietly watched as the gray mass of air turned into nothingness in the purple-green tusita fire. Not even a trace of it was left.
What surprised him was that the moment the gray mass of air was burned into nothingness, another surge of Power of the World gathered and spontaneously projected onto Sei Itō's body.
"What is this? The reward for destroying the so-called Extraterrestrial Demon? "Sei Itō muttered to himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Because to be honest, Sei Itō, the intruder, was the real Extraterrestrial Demon!
However, there was no reason to reject something that was already in his hands. Thus, Sei Itō absorbed all the Power of the World in the sky. Then, with a wave of his hand, he used the same method to obtain the Juzi Token from Yan Ping. His figure flashed and disappeared from the sky.
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