Chapter 220

The scene of Daoist Mu kowtowing and begging for mercy stunned the onlookers, but what shocked them even more was the title "Your Majesty" that Daoist Mu had shouted.

"Did he call him wrong?" Guo Furong looked blankly at Tong Xiangyu and the others. "Isn't Senior Brother a Prince?"

Old Bai swallowed hard. "It's also possible we got it wrong. Before he was a Prince, now he is..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the others already understood what Old Bai meant.

"Oh my god, why didn't he say earlier that he was..." Tong Xiangyu thought about how she had previously planned to sell her burial jewelry to Chu Yang and was instantly terrified out of her wits, grabbing Old Bai with all her might, shaking like a leaf.

Old Bai wasn't doing much better, his upper and lower teeth clattering non-stop.

Lu Xiucai asked in a daze in Guo Furong's ear: "Should we change the novel and change the Carefree Prince to the Carefree Emperor?"

Guo Furong retorted: "Is there anyone else at home?"

Lu Xiucai replied: "Just me, why?"

Guo Furong sneered: "One person is good; you don't have to worry about the extermination of the nine clans."

Lu Xiucai's legs went weak, and he slumped to the ground.

The reactions of the major sects to the word "Your Majesty" were much the same as Tongfu Inn's; everyone's face was filled with horror.

Why would an Emperor not stay in the capital and come to a small place like Seven Heroes Town for no reason? Could it be that he came for us?

Master Xinmei, Nun Xuanjing, and others were whispering to themselves. Recently, the imperial court's practice of refining pills with the flesh and blood of the Demon Race had caused a great uproar, and many independent Jianghu practitioners had begun to have close dealings with the court.

The major sects in the Jianghu were all in a wait-and-see state, but as time went on, it became difficult for them to restrain their disciples from participating, and the pressure on the sects grew greater and greater.

If they chose to cooperate with the court, they would inevitably be constrained by them, which was something the major sects were unwilling to see.

But they had no room for negotiation.

Just as everyone's thoughts were racing, Daoist Mu, who was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, had gradually approached Chu Yang, with only two steps between them.

Suddenly!

A sword tip appeared from the cuff of Daoist Mu's right sleeve.

A cold light flashed.

He claimed his sword technique was third, only behind Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, but if one were to count cultivation and True Essence, neither Ye Gucheng nor Ximen Chuixue were his match.

There were very few people in the world who could firmly suppress him; in the imperial court, there were only Zhuge Zhengwo and Guo Bujing—the former had a high realm, and the latter had a deep foundation.

Daoist Mu was confident that at such a close distance, neither Zhuge Zhengwo nor Guo Bujing could dodge his assassination.

As for this Emperor before him, whose martial arts cultivation was unfathomable...

He wasn't sure.

But if he didn't act, he might as well be dead.

The affairs of the Ghost Villa and his true face must never be known to the world.

It was death either way, so he might as well gamble his life.

The soft sword hidden in his clothes was Daoist Mu's killing move. When he struck with all his might, that astonishing sword Qi stunned everyone present! "No!"

Master Xinmei's face turned pale. If the person in front of them was truly the Emperor, and Daoist Mu succeeded in killing him, then none of the martial arts colleagues present would be able to escape afterward.

What awaited them would be the disaster of sect extermination!

Daoist Mu's sword momentum was extremely fast, faster than Master Xinmei's cry, striking directly at Chu Yang's heart.

"You shouldn't have exposed my identity!"

Feeling that he had stabbed something, Daoist Mu revealed a ferocious grin.

But when he looked up, his smile froze on his face.

The divine weapon forged from meteorite iron was motionless between Chu Yang's fingers. His expression was indifferent, and his eyes held only contempt, as if looking at an ant.

"Third in sword technique? You overestimate yourself too much. Your sword is like a dead object, a tool for you to achieve your goals, without a shred of spirituality."

"What right do you have to be mentioned in the same breath as Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng?"

The cold, disdainful voice echoed in everyone's ears.

Daoist Mu was extremely ashamed and angry after hearing this and was about to abandon the sword to use other killing moves against Chu Yang, but suddenly heard the sound of dragon roars and elephant trumpets.

Chu Yang slapped down with his palm, golden light flickering between his palms.

The shadow of death immediately enveloped Daoist Mu. His entire body's True Essence seemed to be stimulated, running wildly, even exceeding the limit his body could bear.

Blood seeped from Daoist Mu's seven orifices as he tried his best to resist the fatal blow.

However, it was all in vain.

With a loud boom! Daoist Mu's arms collapsed limply.

His skull had a fist-sized indentation. A breath later, the lifeless Daoist Mu fell straight to the ground.

There were only a few great martial arts masters in the world, and Daoist Mu was one of them. Decades of deep cultivation were now extinguished in an instant. This result gave the martial arts people present a great shock.

"Could that rumor be true..."

"What rumor?"

"The current Emperor is the former Virtuous Prince; he killed two Demon Kings in Jinling City a few months ago."

"I remember now, there was such a claim a while ago, but no one in the Jianghu took it seriously, thinking he was just trying to win the hearts of the people."

"Now it seems this is not false."

Chu Yang looked coldly at these gossiping Jianghu people, and his terrifying aura poured out like a flood.

The ordinary disciples of the major sects were hit hard, fainting one after another. "Not kneeling when seeing Me, do you want to die?"

A sentence filled with killing intent exploded in everyone's ears.

Master Xinmei of the Shaolin Temple was the first to react, gritting his teeth and kneeling down, followed by Nun Xuanjing of the Emei Sect, and then the elders of other sects.

There were many people who could make Chu Yang look pleasant, but that definitely did not include the elders and disciples of these sects.

Especially the Shaolin Temple, which should have led the Buddhist sects in upholding righteousness and warding off evil, using the Buddha's heart to save people and the world, yet it was one of the major sects that had entered the world the least and killed the fewest demons since the great changes in the world.

Wudang Mountain and the Emei Sect were the same.

Although he knew this Wudang was not that Wudang, Chu Yang, who had a close personal friendship with Zhang Sanfeng, still felt a fire of anger in his heart, and he felt a bit more ruthlessness toward Daoist Mu.

Come to think of it, Daoist Mu was also unlucky. He thought that by recognizing Chu Yang and acting submissive, he could gain favor with Chu Yang, and after becoming the Wudang leader, he could legitimately deal with the imperial court.

Daoist Mu was different from other sect leaders; he had great ambition and high horizons. His heart was not just on Wudang Mountain, but on the entire Jianghu.

He wanted to use the power of the imperial court to become the master of the Jianghu.

Unfortunately, Chu Yang didn't want to let him have his way.

The commotion attracted the Jinyiwei. Zuo Qianhu, who hadn't been seen for many days, hurried over, dusty and tired.

As soon as he saw the corpse at Chu Yang's feet, he understood what had happened and tremblingly led the Jinyiwei to handle the aftermath.

Chu Yang turned and walked to Tong Xiangyu and the others.

"Manager, I've had a very pleasant stay at Tongfu Inn these days. It's time to go now; I hope there will be a chance to come again in the future."

"Your Majesty's visit makes our humble shop shine." "Hahaha, I hope so..."

Chu Yang didn't like riding in a sedan chair, so he left on horseback, surrounded by the Jinyiwei.

On the way, Zuo Qianhu reported the latest news from the south.

Relying on firearms and reinforcements from the Imperial Guards, the Qi Family Army completed the suppression of the rebellion in the entire south yesterday. Next, they only needed to rest for a period of time before they could head straight for the Demon Race in Dongying.

………………

Soul Palace.

The Chu Yangs from various worlds gathered here, discussing a very serious matter.

Tengen of the Jujutsu world was dead, and the body had disappeared. It was preliminarily determined to be the work of Kenjaku. There had always been a mole among the higher-ups of the Jujutsu High, and the mole played a huge role in Tengen's death.

When the incident happened, the Jujutsu world's Chu Yang was on a mission overseas; it was only when Suguru Geto contacted him with a special curse that he learned about it.

Sukuna had already been eliminated by Chu Yang, so even if Kenjaku launched the Culling Game, it wouldn't make much sense, so he hadn't paid much attention to his whereabouts, but he didn't expect him to pull off something this big.

Chu Yang wasn't familiar with Tengen, nor did he like him, feeling that there was always a sense of hypocrisy about him, so he didn't have much feeling about Tengen's death.

The trouble was that Kenjaku could occupy the target's body and obtain their technique, and the "Immortal" technique possessed by Tengen had a very special effect.

Tengen possessed the "Immortal" technique, but he was not ageless. Simple aging was not a problem, but the problem was that when he aged to a certain extent, the technique would recreate the body. It could be understood as evolution; he would transcend the category of humans and become a higher-level existence.

Kenjaku wanted to "evolve," wanted to complete the originally impossible Culling Game, and wanted to achieve the goal of optimizing human cursed energy through the experiments of the Culling Game.

Whether the "evolved" Kenjaku would become a more terrifying existence than Sukuna, no one could guarantee, but at the moment, the entire Jujutsu world could not find a trace of Kenjaku.

However, before finding Kenjaku, Chu Yang decided to do something he considered very important.

A major purge of the Jujutsu world.

Without the cooperation of the mole among the higher-ups, Kenjaku could not easily invade Tengen's side. Now that Kenjaku's tracks couldn't be found anywhere, it was mostly the work of the mole.

Therefore, purging the rotten parts of the Jujutsu world had become a higher priority.

But Satoru Gojo disagreed.

He believed that doing so would bring great chaos, which would be extremely detrimental to the Jujutsu world and the Jujutsu High. Those sorcerers driven to desperation would not hesitate to throw themselves into the arms of curse users.

Chu Yang, on the other hand, believed that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

From the time they met until now, this was the first time they had such a huge disagreement, and the fate of the Jujutsu world could only be determined by their disagreement.

There seemed to be only one way to resolve the disagreement.

Thus, Satoru Gojo, the "Six Eyes Sorcerer" synonymous with invincibility, and Chu Yang, who had beheaded the King of Curses Sukuna, engaged in a duel that shocked the Jujutsu world.

No matter how many people tried to dissuade them, both had made up their minds.

Leaving aside the intention of changing Chu Yang's mind, Satoru Gojo seemed more interested in knowing the gap in their current strength, and this thought set the tone for the duel.

However, times had changed.

Compared to the time he beheaded Sukuna, Chu Yang had experienced several more worlds, and his strength had improved to another level. Today's Satoru Gojo was hard to mention in the same breath as him.

The duel between the two was somewhat anticlimactic; Satoru Gojo was miserably defeated with an absolute disadvantage, and he couldn't even cause the slightest harm to Chu Yang.

The entire Jujutsu world was plunged into great panic because of this.

Most people had thought about who might win and who might lose, but they didn't expect the gap to be so large, so large that Satoru Gojo had no power to fight back.

After the duel, the purge of the Jujutsu world arrived as scheduled. Just as Satoru Gojo had anticipated, some problematic sorcerers turned to curse users and chose to cooperate with cursed spirits.

Both sides began a new round of war with cities as the battlefield.

"In other words, the war is still going on, but you still haven't found Kenjaku's whereabouts?"

The Magic Chu Yang raised a question.

"That's right, but I have a premonition that Kenjaku should be appearing soon," the Jujutsu Chu Yang replied.

"Why don't you just finish him off? He's going to die anyway, and you can get a powerful technique for free."

The Demon Slayer Chu Yang said speechlessly.

"Stop joking, say something useful. We must eliminate this Kenjaku the next time we see him; he pulled off such a big stunt without a sound."

The Pirate Chu Yang's killing intent flared, and he even wanted to enter the Jujutsu world himself to kill Kenjaku.

"To be honest, killing him is fine, but I don't really want his technique. It's disgusting that it ends up as just a brain."

The Martial Arts Chu Yang said with disgust.

"Plus one."

The Marvel Chu Yang and the Xianxia Chu Yang nodded along.

Everyone chatted for a while longer, and the Magic Chu Yang continued to ask: "Whoever still has things to synchronize, hurry up. If there's nothing, go back; I'm going to start my research."

The One-Punch Chu Yang suddenly spoke: "Mumen Rider has agreed to accept the modification of the bloodline factor. I will start the experiment in these few days."

The palace immediately became lively.

Compared to the uncontrollable "evolution" of Tengen, Saitama-sensei's evolution was a completely positive feedback, which had the significance of replication. Although it might cause baldness, it was harmless.

All along, everyone had made many efforts to find the key to breaking the limiter, but from the results, Saitama's bloodline factor alone was not enough; there was another non-material power acting as the drive.

To accurately capture this power, an experimental subject was needed to replicate Saitama's path, and the only person who seemed to have this qualification at the moment was Mumen Rider.

He was the hero most like Saitama.

If Mumen Rider could become the next "Saitama," then Chu Yang would naturally be able to crack the mystery within.

And the most important prerequisite for completing this experiment was that Mumen Rider was willing to walk this path, not that Chu Yang forced him. His heartfelt desire was the most important thing.

The Xianxia Chu Yang said with joy: "I have already extracted the bloodline factor of the Nv Wa clan from Zhao Ling Er, and then obtained the Chi You bloodline from Mo Zun and Jiang Cheng. Chi You is a branch of the Shen Nong bloodline. Now I only lack the bloodline of Fu Xi, and I can reverse-synthesize the bloodline of the Three Sovereigns."

"A step further would be the power of Pan Gu!"

"What is needed most now is the method to break the limiter. Otherwise, not only will it be impossible to synthesize the bloodline factors of the Three Sovereigns, but it will also be impossible to transplant them after synthesis."

"Therefore, the top priority at the moment is to ensure the success of the experiment!"

The One-Punch Chu Yang nodded solemnly: "I understand the importance of this matter, don't worry."

The Magic Chu Yang pondered for a moment and said: "You should pay attention to the God in the One-Punch world. It shouldn't let the appearance of a second Saitama go unchecked. The conflict between us and it will happen sooner or later, so we must prepare early."

Everyone gave a word of advice to the One-Punch Chu Yang until he was tired of it, and he left the Soul Palace to return to his own world.

One-Punch World.

House of Evolution.

Chu Yang came out of the room, his eyes falling on the sports field outside.

Mumen Rider was learning fist techniques from Bang, using them to exercise his body.

And Saitama was standing beside him, watching the fun in boredom.

Sunlight fell.

The shadows of the two gradually overlapped. (End of chapter)