Chapter 3391: Aunt Han
These two people were dressed in tattered rags, their faces unkempt and dirty, looking just like a pair of beggars! Yet, both of them were cultivators at the Great Saint realm—one a martial arts Great Saint, the other a spiritual power Great Saint.
They were none other than Gu Songzi and the drunkard Feng Zuisheng.
These two had once been elder-level figures of the Moon Worship Demon Sect. One excelled in alchemy, the other in brewing wine. Together with Zhang Ruochen and Mu Lingxi, they had been taken by the Moon God to the Guanghan Realm.
Before the Kunlun Realm had revived, any cultivator who could reach the Saint or Saint King realm was anything but ordinary.
"Back in the day, the demon sect elders were such fierce and ruthless figures. Who would have thought that after spending so much time with a drunkard, they'd turn into a drunkard themselves?"
Zhang Ruochen's laughter drew the attention of Gu Songzi and Feng Zuisheng.
Gu Songzi and Feng Zuisheng had clearly come to attend the Ascension God Banquet. They stared at Zhang Ruochen for a long time, but since they didn't recognize him, they cracked their knuckles, ready to teach him a lesson.
A Saint King daring to mock a Great Saint?
Qing Xiao stepped forward, blocking the two elders.
"Qing Xiao, are you trying to be the one sticking your neck out?" Feng Zuisheng said.
Qing Xiao shook his head. "We're all cultivators from the Kunlun Realm. Let's not harm the harmony. This young man is a disciple of the Zhang Clan of the Bright Sect in the Eastern Domain!"
"So what if he's from the Zhang Clan? Back then, that remarkable figure from the Zhang Clan had his three meridians crippled and owed me a huge favor," Gu Songzi said.
Feng Zuisheng added, "What remarkable figure? Can't even mention Zhang Ruochen's name anymore? If it were a thousand years ago, I could take on ten of him."
Qing Xiao smiled wryly, at a loss for words.
A cold wind swept in from the end of the street, accompanied by thick black mist.
From within the mist, an icy female voice rang out: "Some names really shouldn't be mentioned."
"Whoosh!"
A sword's cry was heard.
No sword light was visible, but a loud explosion erupted from Feng Zuisheng's body. His domain was pierced through, and his sacred dao rules were shattered.
His throat suddenly split open, blood gushing out.
Under the influence of dark force, the blood turned black!
Feng Zuisheng was greatly alarmed, retreating repeatedly. Gu Songzi quickly activated his spiritual power field for defense while taking out a pill and handing it to Feng Zuisheng.
From the black mist, a tall, slender woman in a loose black robe emerged. Her features were delicate, her neck snow-white, and her long hair danced like blades. She was strikingly cold and beautiful, her gaze filled with endless killing intent, making it impossible for anyone to meet her eyes. Behind her, a black hole hovered like a cold moon.
With her appearance, the entire space turned icy cold.
"It's her!"
Feng Zuisheng and Gu Songzi cursed their bad luck, having run into this fearsome woman whose reputation had spread across all realms of the Heavenly Court.
This was a killer who made even cultivators from the Hell Realm tremble in fear. Known as the "Sun-Moon Dark Concubine," in the mortal world, anyone she targeted was almost certainly doomed to die.
She had already held back just now; otherwise, Feng Zuisheng would have had no chance of survival.
Zhang Ruochen quietly observed Han Qiu, noticing that her cultivation had reached the peak of the Half-God realm. She could undergo the Divine Tribulation at any moment to break through to the God realm.
As a rare Dark Controller, capable of devouring all things in the world, Han Qiu's cultivation speed was terrifying. She had far surpassed predecessors like Feng Zuisheng, Gu Songzi, and Qing Xiao.
The last time they met at the Red Dust Assembly, she had been on the brink of death. Zhang Ruochen had taken her into the Sword Mountain, where she obtained the Sword Dao Essence and the Sword God's inheritance. Now, she had advanced by leaps and bounds again.
With her level of cultivation and her bizarre, lethal techniques, she was absolutely invincible in the mortal world, feared by both humans and ghosts.
But what left Zhang Ruochen speechless was that beside Han Qiu, he saw someone he shouldn't have seen.
"Heh, drinking too much and talking drunken nonsense can be forgiven. But are you sober now? If you dare insult my father again, Aunt Han's sword won't just cut your throat next time!"
Zhang Hongchen stood beside Han Qiu, wearing a jujube-red outer robe over a white inner outfit. She had both a mischievous, spirited aura and a cold, arrogant, and eccentric demeanor.
Zhang Hongchen had also been born into the Moon Worship Demon Sect, but Gu Songzi and Feng Zuisheng had both heard of this little demon god's reputation. Coupled with her traveling alongside the Sun-Moon Dark Concubine, how could they not be wary?
They couldn't afford to provoke her!
This time, they had truly hit a wall.
Feng Zuisheng muttered under his breath: "Taking on ten of him is a fact, how is that an insult? So what if he's a top-tier great god? Times change, seas turn to mulberry fields... sigh, it's unbearable to look back..."
Feng Zuisheng lamented inwardly. If only Mu Lingxi were here, he wouldn't be bullied by Zhang Ruochen's daughter.
Zhang Ruochen's influence in the Kunlun Realm was too immense. Almost all the major powers in the Kunlun Realm were connected to him in some way. Any power not connected to him found it hard to grow.
But this "connection" was very particular.
For example, the Moon Worship Demon Sect belonged to Ling Feiyu's faction.
The Confucian path belonged to Nalan Danqing's faction.
The Chen Clan of the Eastern Domain belonged to Huang Yanchen's faction. There had long been rumors in the Kunlun Realm that Huang Yanchen was not dead and had followed Zhang Ruochen to the Hell Realm.
...
Feng Zuisheng and Gu Songzi considered themselves part of Mu Lingxi's faction.
Although Zhang Ruochen was not in the Kunlun Realm, he was no different from the emperor of Kunlun. The "concubine clans" held an exalted status, and no one dared to provoke the "imperial in-laws."
This was the inevitable result when a person was powerful enough to overshadow everyone else!
"Old man, what are you muttering about?" Zhang Hongchen's expression turned hostile.
Feng Zuisheng felt the killing intent radiating from the Sun-Moon Dark Concubine and didn't even dare to mutter anymore. How humiliating! If it were a thousand years ago... forget it, now he could only think about it.
Zhang Ruochen was truly troubled. Among his children, Hongchen had the most flamboyant personality, spoiled by Jie Zunzhe. Growing up in the demon sect, she was a proper pampered divine daughter, lawless and unruly.
And now, somehow, she had gotten mixed up with Han Qiu. This was a disaster!
"Let bygones be bygones. It's not a big deal. Amitabha!"
A gray-robed monk, over two meters seven tall, carrying a two-meter-long broadsword on his back, stepped out of space. He twirled a prayer bead in his hand, his face solemn and dignified.
But the aura erupting from him was in no way weaker than Han Qiu's.
He was none other than the master of the Brahma Path, one of the nine realm sons of the former Kunlun Realm—the monk Lidi.
The nine realm sons were all disciples of Empress Chi Yao, with very strong backing, fearless of anything, and qualified to step in and mediate.
Han Qiu's body swirled with black mist as she sneered: "Insulting a god is a capital offense, but I spared him once, only because he and Realm Lord Ruochen had some past ties. Yet, he still shows no reverence for Realm Lord Ruochen in his heart, unable to recognize his own place. Isn't that also a capital offense? Monk Lidi, if I want to kill him, can you stop me?"
A white-feathered sacred chariot sped over, pulled by a qilin, its momentum overwhelming.
From within the chariot, a woman's voice rang out: "A lesson is enough; killing would be going too far! The Dark Concubine has already left the Kunlun Realm and joined the Death God Temple. If you kill a Kunlun cultivator, we will not stand idly by."
Over a dozen white-robed Great Saints descended alongside the white-feathered sacred chariot, each radiating sacred light and exuding an extraordinary aura.
"The Female War God wants to test my sword? Very well, I've never been convinced by you nine realm sons. Today is a good chance to weigh your worth and see if Saint Book Talented Woman made the wrong choice back then!"
Han Qiu didn't draw her sword, but sword qi surged around her. "Anyone else?"
Pink flower petals drifted down from the sky, filling the air with fragrance.
Accompanied by a pleasant melody of pipes and strings, dozens of colorful-robed women flew in, all at the Saint realm, stepping on a river of light.
Xue Wuye sat in his sedan chair, sensing Han Qiu's killing intent, and said, "I'm here for the banquet. Don't look at me. If you want to fight, go ahead! Of course, I wouldn't mind watching the excitement."
Zhang Ruochen was speechless, feeling that saving this guy back then was a waste. Giving him the Divine Wood Heart was simply throwing it away. When faced with such a situation, instead of mediating, he wanted to watch the fun.
Sure enough, anyone surnamed Xue was unreliable, completely buried in a pile of women!
...
Here, I'm announcing the physical publication of "Eternal God Emperor"... Ah, forget it, I'll open a separate chapter.
A separate chapter for the physical publication of "Eternal God Emperor"!
I must inform everyone that the physical edition of "Eternal God Emperor" has finally been published!
The publication process is very tedious. I waited a full nine months, but many readers have probably waited six years.
As everyone knows, physical publication is very difficult now, and almost no one does it anymore. So every time a reader asks me if there's a physical book of "Eternal God Emperor" and wants to buy it, I can't answer.
For many readers, this book might have accompanied them from middle school to university, or from university to work, marriage, having children...
I don't know how you feel, but I have a lot of attachment to it. (Here I have to complain—it's been written for too long, too many chapters. It's impossible not to have feelings.)
Anyway, I think publishing the physical book is entirely for those of you who like this book to keep as a memento. Ten or twenty years from now, when you see this book in a corner, you'll suddenly remember the days of chasing updates, the years of cursing the author for being slow, and reminisce about the youth that has passed.
The publication is being handled by the publishing house. I've barely been involved and only figured out the details after studying it for a long time.
Right now, it's in pre-sale.
Pre-sale isn't the official sale; it's only for a few days. Readers who buy the book during the pre-sale period will receive a signed copy. I just glanced and saw that pre-orders have already reached a thousand copies... I...
They really didn't discuss this with me. Initially, they said they'd sign three hundred copies, and I was already overwhelmed. Now, I have no idea how many I'll have to sign...
From what the publishing side said, buying the book will also come with small gifts. I don't know what they are, but shipping is free. In the end, Flying Fish is just a writer!
On "Flying Fish"'s WeChat public account, there's a QR code for pre-sale purchases. The pre-sale will end in a few days. If you haven't followed yet, hurry up and follow. Once the pre-sale is over, I won't be signing anymore, or my hand will break.
Also, I've set up a new group, "Eternal God Emperor Weak Chicken Group" (862616448). Those interested in buying can join. The group can help answer any questions about purchasing.
On QQ Reading or Qidian, if your fan level has reached Grandmaster, join the group and contact me. Send me a screenshot, and I'll give you the book for free. You deserve this privilege.
Finally, the publishing side said that around the 10th, they'll hold a signing event in Chengdu. If any readers want to come and chat, you can also join the Weak Chicken Group.
Yesterday, I met with a reader who is a world champion in chess and ended up in a draw. So, I warmly welcome everyone to come and urge me to update in person. Flying Fish may not be good at writing, but I can chat and brag.
But many readers who have followed for years have told me,
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