Max-Level Learning Ability: Facing The Cliff And Repenting For 80 Years - Chapter 135
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Chapter 135: The Power of the Heavenly Emperor (3)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Heavenly Emperor, under the gaze of two individuals, smiled charmingly and said, “Naturally, I intend to follow the path of the ancients.”
“Are you not afraid of violating the rules of the Dimensional Battlefield?” Xia Wuji inquired.
“As long as I am powerful enough, the rules of the Dimensional Battlefield are nothing more than scraps of paper,” the Heavenly Emperor asserted with arrogance.
“It appears that we have reached an agreement,” Li Qingshan stated, suppressing his anger and raising his wine glass with a smile.
“Let’s toast to our agreement.”
Xia Wuji and the Heavenly Emperor immediately raised their glasses and emptied them.
After the drinking, the atmosphere lightened, no longer as tense as before.
“Since we’ve managed to meet here, have any of you encountered others from the Golden Ranking? Especially Bei Rong, Emperor Xia, and Zhao Minghuang?”
Xia Wuji suddenly thought of something and asked.
“I haven’t. I’ve been alone for the past year,” the Heavenly Emperor replied, shaking her head.
“Neither have I. I’ve been in seclusion, cultivating for the past year. Moreover, if I do encounter Bei Rong, Emperor Xia, or Zhao Minghuang, none of them will survive,” Li Qingshan declared with a chilling tone.
Whether Bei Rong, Emperor Xia, or Zhao Minghuang, all had committed grave sins and were beyond forgiveness.
“I thought you might have encountered them. Any news is good news. I’ve been wanting to kill those three,” Xia Wuji expressed with disappointment.
“I also wish to kill them. They must be aware that we want them dead, so they are likely in hiding,” the Heavenly Emperor said softly.
“The Dimensional Battlefield is vast. If they truly wish to hide, finding them will be impossible. Let’s focus on cultivating quietly for now. When we happen to encounter them in the future, don’t let them escape,” Li Qingshan advised. Xia Wuji, in frustration, downed a cup of wine and exclaimed, “Three useless.”
“Since you’re in Chang’an, stay at my place. We can spar and occasionally verify each other’s cultivation. The Heavenly Emperor could also drop by from time to time since we are neighbors,” Li Qingshan suggested.
Xia Wuji nodded, certain that staying at Li Qingshan’s place was a better option. Renting a house would be impossible with the meager points he possessed.
“Let’s discuss the Great Path,” the Heavenly Emperor proposed.
Li Qingshan and Xia Wuji readily agreed, eager to verify each other’s Path. Perhaps they could find inspiration.
For a while, the three of them were in Li Qingshan’s room, elucidating their respective Paths.
Simultaneously, they showcased the Great Path they had comprehended, offering it for the others’ consideration.
After this exchange, all three gained insights.
With Xia Wuji’s arrival, Li Qingshan frequently engaged in discussions on Path with him, exchanging their personalities. They rarely ventured outside and made significant progress.
In the outside world, the Big River Gang finally became aware that something had happened to their young master.
The leader of the Big River Gang was named Cui Dahe. He was a native of the Dimensional Battlefield. His parents had migrated from the Human World to the Dimensional Battlefield. Despite their continual improvement in power, they never reached the level of the Divine cultivation plane.
If one’s power couldn’t reach the realm of the Divine cultivation plane, it was advised not to embark on the Path of Immortality.
This was an old saying in the Dimensional Battlefield.
Spending 100,000 points to purchase tickets meant that those lacking sufficient strength would only be delivering themselves to hell.
As a result, Cui Dahe’s parents refrained from pursuing the Path of Immortality. Instead, they diligently hunted and killed others to accumulate points. They then formed a group of subordinates and ventured into other businesses. Eventually, with their amassed wealth, they invested in properties in Chang’an City, expanding their influence and establishing the Big River Gang.
They also created a faction known as the Big River Gang.
Cui Dahe served as the second leader of the gang.
After his parents engaged in overly audacious actions, they were killed by a wandering cultivator. Cui Dahe assumed leadership of the Big River Gang and expanded their business near Chang’an.
Until the present, Cui Dahe had already reached the Divine cultivation plane and had only given birth to one child in his lifetime. He worked tirelessly to groom his son, intending for him to succeed as the leader of the Big River Gang.
However, what awaited him was the death of his son.
Unable to cope with such a blow, Cui Dahe’s son had been smashed into a pile of mud without leaving a trace of a corpse.
Upon witnessing this scene, Cui Dahe remained silent, trembling all over, and instructed his men to investigate.
He resembled an injured beast, silently licking its wounds while gathering strength, poised to strike.
After two days of investigation, all signs pointed to the Heavenly Emperor.
After all, Cui Dahe’s son had been in too much contact with the Heavenly Emperor recently. He came every day like a plaster.
After finding the suspect, Cui Dahe did not act immediately. He was busy with his son’s funeral.
At the funeral, Cui Dahe’s head was full of white hair. He covered his son’s cenotaph with a trembling hand and said firmly, “You liked that woman. Dad knows. From childhood to adulthood, you’ve never liked a woman so much. She doesn’t know what’s good for her, but that’s okay. Wait below, and Dad will capture her, arrange a ghost marriage for you, and send her down to join you.”
“To become your wife is this woman’s good fortune. Son, on the road to the underworld, someone will accompany you, so you won’t be alone.”
Cui Dahe’s words were bone-chilling, making those around him feel that he had transformed. His son’s death had driven him to madness.
On the second day after the funeral, Cui Dahe arrived at the Heavenly Emperor’s doorstep.
“Three days later, my son will take you as his wife. At that time, the wedding procession will arrive. Dress well and marry my son,” Cui Dahe said in a cold tone.
He was thin, with red eyes and curly hair, he resembled an aged lion.
A lion ready to devour at any moment.
Inside the room, the Heavenly Emperor paid him no attention.
“Do you think you’re completely safe just because you’re in the safe zone?” Cui