Eternal Bonds: A Journey with the Fated Immortal

Su Changsheng nodded and furrowed his brow as he surveyed the imperial capital, only to find it reduced to a desolate ruin. Chaos prevailed in every corner of the city.

“Anyone who dares to cause further chaos shall be beheaded!”

A cold shout resounded, echoing throughout the imperial capital. Simultaneously, a majestic holy aura swept through the area.

“The Saint has arrived!”

“Spare us…”

“Senior, please spare us…”

All around the imperial capital, cultivators who had taken advantage of the chaos to plunder looked fearful. They all kneeled on the ground, their expressions filled with terror as they pleaded for mercy. Even the remnants of the royal army and strong warriors displayed hopeful looks.

This Saint seemed to be on the side of the dynasty.

“Cough, cough…”

In mid-air, White Cloud Patriarch coughed and descended. His aura was feeble, and he only had one arm left. His body swayed, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

“Thank you, Saint Changsheng, for intervening and saving me!”

White Cloud Patriarch braced himself, supporting his heavily injured body, and expressed his gratitude to Su Changsheng.

“No worries. I have already agreed to your conditions, and the matters of the White Cloud Dynasty are also my concerns,” Su Changsheng said indifferently.

“Thank you, Saint Changsheng!”

Upon hearing this, White Cloud Patriarch’s expression brightened, feeling much relieved. He knew that Su Changsheng was referring to the marriage alliance. With Su Changsheng’s protection, as White Yuege grew up, even if she couldn’t become a Saint, having Su Changsheng by her side would allow the White Cloud Dynasty to rise once again. With this in mind, he felt at ease.

“Old Ancestor, are you alright… Sob, sob, sob…” White Yuege, her teary eyes mesmerizing, walked forward and sobbed.

“Moon, don’t worry, I’m fine. I can live a few more years,” White Cloud Patriarch comforted her.

“But… but your injuries are severe!” White Yuege bit her lip, her face filled with worry.

“Take this Minor Creation Pill. Although it can’t make up for your lost origin, it will help you recover from your injuries and live a few more years without any problems,” Su Changsheng said, flicking his finger and presenting a pill. It was a Minor Creation Pill, exuding a rich essence and a powerful aura.

Although it couldn’t compare to a genuine Creation Pill, it was still precious enough to allow White Cloud Patriarch to heal his injuries.

Of course, restoring the original power that White Cloud Patriarch had burned before was impossible. With his current state, he would only live for another ten years.

“Thank you for bestowing this, Saint Changsheng!” White Cloud Patriarch revealed a hint of joy, then accepted the pill and consumed it to refine it.

Buzz…

The essence of the Minor Creation Pill surged forth, coursing through White Cloud Patriarch’s body. His previously grievous injuries quickly recovered, with divine light swirling around him. The essence of creation permeated the air, and his vitality was restored at an astonishing speed.

“Thank you, Brother Changsheng!” White Yuege expressed her gratitude.

White Yuege, delighted by the scene, looked at Su Changsheng with admiration. “Brother Changsheng…”

Su Changsheng’s mouth twitched. He was already seven thousand years old, which would make him an ancient monster in the mortal world, yet he was being called “brother” by a little girl. Well… It might be wasn’t so bad after all!

Su Changsheng lowered his gaze, his eyes falling on White Yuege. Her petite figure, bare feet, and pure, sparkling eyes captivated him. The thought that she was his fiancee still brought a twinge of guilt to his heart.

“Saint Changsheng…” A hoarse voice sounded shortly after. Su Changsheng raised his eyes to see White Cloud Patriarch, who had finished adjusting his breath, respectfully looking at him. Though his injuries had not fully healed, they were temporarily suppressed and would take some time to recover.

“Speak up. Why did the Lingxu Sword Sect target you?” Su Changsheng raised an eyebrow and asked, puzzled by this situation. It was one of the things that confused him. How did the White Cloud Dynasty, a mere first-rate power, provoke the Lingxu Sword Sect to take action, even sending three semi-saints?

“Well, it’s like this…” White Cloud Patriarch sighed and explained the process of their grudge with Ling Jian.

“I see.” Su Changsheng nodded, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes. It seemed that he had one more reason to deal with Ling Jian.

“Grandfather, is all this because of me?” White Yuege said sadly.

“Moon…” White Cloud Patriarch was about to comfort her when Su Changsheng interrupted.

“You’re wrong. It’s because of strength!”

“Your weakness allows the Lingxu Sword Sect to ignore the White Cloud Dynasty, attack your people, and take you away. They don’t care if they destroy a dynasty!”

“If you were powerful, like me, you could slap the enemy to death and then march into the Lingxu Sword Sect, twisting their heads off and using them as footballs!”

“It’s all about strength!”

“If you’re weak, you’ll be bullied. Do you understand?” Su Changsheng looked at the bewildered White Yuege, speaking calmly.

“Moon understands!” White Yuege nodded slowly. Her initially confused expression gradually became resolute.

As a princess of a royal dynasty, she had always been well-protected, but it didn’t mean she knew nothing. Especially after this incident and Su Changsheng’s teachings, she truly understood. In this world, strength was the most important thing if she wanted to avoid being bullied.

“Next, I will go to the Lingxu Sword Sect’s mountain gate, twist off Ling Jian’s head, and take something else. Yuege, do you want to come with me?” Su Changsheng lowered his head and looked at White Yuege.

“Mm, Brother Changsheng, I’ll go with you!” White Yuege nodded firmly, her eyes shining brightly.

“Good!”

Su Changsheng smiled. He didn’t want his wives to be mere decorations. Although having decorative wives was fine since he could afford it, it would be a waste considering their exceptional talents. For example, White Yuege had a [Golden] fate, and if she could develop her potential to its peak, it would be effortless for her to become an emperor.

He looked forward to a future where all his wives became empresses, immortal women, or even immortal queens. The scene would be quite impressive!

“As for you, I will send some strong members of the Su family to help you rebuild the imperial palace. There are still some remnants of the royal family, and you can gather them together!” Su Changsheng turned to White Cloud Patriarch and instructed.

“Thank you, Saint Changsheng!” White Cloud Patriarch respectfully expressed his gratitude while secretly feeling astonished. Perhaps, after today, the True Saint Continent would experience a great upheaval. Su Changsheng was planning to strike at the Lingxu Sword Sect, which was much more challenging than destroying the Beastmaster Sect! It was destined to shake the entire continent.

Boom!

Soon, Su Changsheng left with White Yuege. In a short moment, he traversed millions of miles and arrived at the Lingxu Sword Sect. An immense and terrifying aura of sanctity swept over the place.

Boom!

Following that, a massive hand descended, releasing a power comparable to the Seventh Heaven’s. A single slap caused the Lingxu Sword Sect’s protective formation to tremble violently.

The terrifying might shook the entire Lingxu Sword Sect. Countless palaces and mountains quivered violently as if they were on the verge of collapse. At this moment, numerous Sword Sect experts were dumbfounded. Who dared to attack the Lingxu Sword Sect?

“Who is it?”

“Damn it! Who is this madman that dares to attack the Lingxu Sword Sect?”

“A Saint is attacking! Elders, please eliminate the enemy!”

Angry shouts echoed, and within the Sword Sect, countless formidable auras soared into the sky.

“How audacious!”

Ling Jian was the first to become enraged. His eyes turned icy, and he activated the entire Lingxu Sword Sect’s formation, directing its power towards the enemy.

Boom!

The formation of Lingxu Sword Sect started operating, with numerous intersecting sword lights forming an overwhelming sword formation. Countless divine swords, dazzling and peerless, exuded an aura of extreme sharpness. The sword’s energy surged, capable of slaying a Saint.

“Whoever you are, daring to disturb our Lingxu Sword Sect!”

Ling Jian’s voice resonated from within the formation, emanating a sense of authority and anger.

“It’s me!”

But soon, a calm voice sounded, followed by a massive foot stomping down.