Chapter 487: The Great Qin Emperor, Meeting the White-Fox-Faced Beauty Again

Beiliang Prince Mansion.

Early in the morning, a thin mist rose outside, yet warm light already shone through the windows into an elegant room, accompanied by the crisp and melodious chirping of birds.

Murong Tonghuang stretched comfortably, having enjoyed a rare night of sound sleep.

In reality, with his cultivation, even if he went without sleep for months, he would still remain full of energy.

Sleep was more akin to a form of enjoyment, capable of making one clear inside and out, leaving the mind empty and tranquil.

For a moment, feeling his heart and chest at ease, he lazily chanted: "Who is the first to awaken from the great dream? My whole life I have known for myself. In the thatched cottage, the spring sleep is sufficient; outside the window, the birds sing late."

He wondered if the Prime Minister, when chanting this poem, was as comfortable and carefree as he was now, or if it was merely self-consolation for talent in his heart that could not be repaid.

"You are certainly quite comfortable, but do not forget the agreement between you and me."

A cold snort rang out, as chilling and icy as the accumulated winter snow of Tianshan.

Yu Liancheng turned his head and saw Luoyang in white, graceful and cold, with peerless beauty, yet her brows were faintly tinged with an indelible sorrow.

Before Yu Liancheng went to face the experts of Beimang, he had Murong Wuzhu and Luoyang head to Beiliang.

Of course, he did not forget to bring along Huyan Guanyin, who gathered the Luck of Beimang.

"Agreement? What agreement?"

Yu Liancheng wore a look of confusion.

Luoyang's brows knit together, and instantly, a gripping murderous intent filled the entire room, making one's heart and spirit turn cold.

Yu Liancheng chuckled: "Just a joke. The reincarnation of the Great Qin Emperor is right here in the Beiliang Prince Mansion. Once I wash up and have breakfast, I will take you to see that person."

"It had better be so." Watching the unhurried Murong Tonghuang, Luoyang had no way to deal with him, save for another cold snort.

After dawdling for nearly half an hour, Yu Liancheng finally stepped toward the hall, followed by the Demon Luoyang, whose eyes were practically spitting fire.

Upon reaching the hall, Yu Liancheng summoned a maid and whispered a few words to her.

After the maid left, Yu Liancheng looked at Luoyang and smiled: "I am a bit curious, if you see the reincarnated person, what will you do? Once one enters reincarnation, all past lives are forgotten. He, Luoyang, is still the Luoyang of eight hundred years ago, but he is not the Qin Emperor of eight hundred years ago. Things remain, but people have changed."

Luoyang's eyes flashed, her expression remaining cold: "I have my own plans."

"As you wish." Yu Liancheng shrugged.

Before long, Xu Fengnian walked in, his gaze toward Yu Liancheng still holding some resentment.

Soon, he also caught sight of the Demon Luoyang and could not help but shrink back, seemingly somewhat wary of this woman.

Xu Fengnian did not have to bear the burden of the Beiliang King, so he still retained some of his devil-may-care, playboy nature.

Having previously seen such a beautiful woman as Luoyang, he naturally could not help but say a few frivolous words.

However, no sooner had he finished his teasing remark than he was severely dealt with; had Yu Liancheng not spoken up, the Beiliang Prince Mansion would likely have had to reveal several trump cards to save him from the hands of this Great Heavenly Phenomenon Demon.

"Luoyang, this guy is the person you have searched for eight hundred years and waited for eight hundred years." Yu Liancheng pointed at Xu Fengnian.

Luoyang's brows furrowed, and she sized Xu Fengnian up and down, saying with a sunken face: "Are you mocking me?" Since he is the reincarnation of that person, a bit of spiritual nature would remain undestroyed through reincarnation. He would either be an eminent master or a generation of heroes; how could he be a glib, playboy youth?

Xu Fengnian scratched his head and looked at Yu Liancheng: "Old brother, what kind of trick are you playing?"

Yu Liancheng patted Xu Fengnian on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "Little Xu, you are the reincarnation of the Great Qin Emperor from eight hundred years ago, and that great beauty beside you is the Great Qin Empress. How about it? Are you surprised? Are you happy?"

Xu Fengnian was caught between laughter and tears: "What kind of joke are you playing?! Be serious."

The way he spoke sounded just like a fortune teller swindling people in the pugilistic world, who would catch a customer, stroke his beard, and say with an ethereal air, 'You are the reincarnation of the Great Qin Emperor, with boundless blessings...'

Next would likely be, 'It is just that this Luck has not yet condensed and needs someone to open it for you; thirty taels of silver, no bargaining.'

It was too ridiculous.

Under the gaze of Xu Fengnian and Luoyang, Yu Liancheng opened his palm, and an object appeared in it—it was precisely the Tiger Tally taken from the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum, still retaining a trace of Great Qin's Luck.

Whoosh!

Yu Liancheng raised his finger, pulling and guiding, and the remaining Luck surged toward Xu Fengnian like a tide, actually causing ripples to stir in the void.

Xu Fengnian seemed unable to withstand this majestic Luck, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood and stumbling two steps before collapsing to the ground.

But soon, an imperial aura from the highest above spread out from Xu Fengnian, swallowing mountains and rivers for ten thousand miles, suppressing the eight poles of the universe. The maids and servants in the hall, who had been serving, all fell to their knees with a thud at this moment, sweating profusely.

Yu Liancheng's sleeves drifted out like dark clouds, sending out an invisible force that swept the maids and servants far out of the hall.

And that aura belonging to the Supreme Ruler grew increasingly vast, almost turning into substance.

The chairs and benches were all creaking, as if they might collapse at any moment from being unable to bear the pressure.

"Xu Fengnian" slowly rose, his originally slightly feminine phoenix eyes turning eerily golden, his whole person carrying the majesty of one who rules the world; he stretched lazily as if to demonstrate to heaven and earth, then looked at the woman in white before him, revealing a gentle smile, and called out in a mellow, deep voice: "Luoyang."

Luoyang.

This is a person's name, and also a place name.

Eight hundred years ago, this Great Qin Emperor, hailed by later generations as the "Emperor of the Ages," had once disregarded criticism and insisted on renaming the capital, Xianyang, to Luoyang.

The Luoyang of the Empress.

Luoyang's heart trembled, and two lines of clear tears streaked down her beautiful face; though her face was covered in tears, she still smiled, bowing and folding her sleeves to perform the ancient rites of the Qin era, just like that first meeting eight hundred years ago.

He had not yet proclaimed himself Emperor, and she was still in the fields, having not yet entered the palace.

Then, in a soft, tender voice that the Demon giant Luoyang could never have uttered, she called out in a lingering, winding tone: "My King."

Their eyes met, both carrying smiles.

Time seemed to freeze in that instant, and it also seemed to have returned to eight hundred years ago.

Luoyang looked at the Great Qin Emperor, tears still rolling down her cheeks.

Carrying the thousand-year-old Li Pearl and those memories she could not bear to abandon, she had been waiting for her Great Qin Emperor, searching for her Great Qin Emperor.

Although she knew well that things had changed and people were different, she had never let go of the obsession lingering in her heart. No matter how much time was wasted, all she sought was one more reunion.

More than eight hundred years ago, she first saw him in the fields before he had proclaimed himself Emperor, then accompanied him to sweep away the various Zhiguo of the Warring States, unify the Central Plains, and become the first Emperor in the thousand-year history of the Central Plains, while she naturally became the first Empress.

Yet, at the height of the Great Qin Dynasty, he became infatuated with that fox-like woman, and from then on, he only had that fox-like woman in his heart, not caring for her or the Great Qin empire; to win a smile from the beauty, he did not hesitate to light the beacon fires of one thousand eight hundred signal towers, also burying the seeds of the dynasty's destruction in three generations.

After turning and twisting, eight hundred years later, she finally met him again.

Xu Fengnian smiled lightly: "How many years has it been? That I can meet you again is truly sigh-inducing. However, let us first deal with that fellow who was disrespectful to me, and then we can slowly reminisce."

He suddenly turned, flipped his palm, and thrust his arm out; that palm force, capable of collapsing cities, splitting mountains, and severing rivers, struck toward Yu Liancheng.

The palm force was of an unimaginably majestic realm, as if the sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers were circulating within the palm. The Great Qin Emperor, who rarely appeared in the world, was indeed a peerless expert.

Yu Liancheng's expression remained unchanged; he rotated his palm and struck, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, while simultaneously sending a yin-soft and chilling palm force breaking through the air.

This palm was soft, continuous, and yet incomparably vicious, carrying an incredible corrosive power; if it struck a person, even a Second-Rank Small Grandmaster would instantly turn into blood.

It was precisely the Bone-Melting Cotton Palm of Xiao Laotou, Wu Ming.

Yu Liancheng's understanding of this martial art was quite superficial and he had not refined it, but driven by his unfathomable cultivation, it truly possessed god-and-ghost-defying power.

The two palm forces touched, yet there was no sound.

The Great Qin Emperor's palm force was rapidly dissolved, vanishing without a trace like a gentle breeze, or like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

He immediately changed color slightly, withdrew, and looked at the corrosive marks on his palm, exclaiming in disbelief: "What an astonishing palm. I never imagined that eight hundred years later, there would be such an expert in the world."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "The world must progress; the present surpasses the past. You, the Great Qin Emperor, might have been an invincible expert eight hundred years ago, but in today's world, you are merely ordinary, not even as good as a youth like me who has just reached twenty."

"Truly?" The Great Qin Emperor was startled, his expression darkening slightly.

"Naturally, it is true. Why would I lie to you?" Yu Liancheng chuckled and added: "By the way, why did you attack me? I don't recall offending you."

The Great Qin Emperor seemed to be doubting life, lowering his head as he answered casually: "It's that kid called Xu Fengnian who seems to really want to beat you up; he harbors an obsession, so I just vented some frustration for him."

"So that's how it is." Yu Liancheng chuckled, though his smile was somewhat cold: "I won't be an eyesore then; you two husband and wife should have a good chat."

Having said this, he turned and left; when his figure could no longer be seen, a loud, chanting voice rang out.

"All gatherings of love and affection must end in separation; impermanence is hard to endure for long. Life is full of fear, and existence is as fragile as morning dew. Because of love, sorrow arises; because of love, fear arises. If one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor fear."

The Buddhist sounds were ethereal, carrying an otherworldly charm.

Looking at the Great Qin Emperor from eight hundred years later, Luoyang had prepared a bellyful of words, but at this moment, she could not say a single one; she only stared at the Great Qin Emperor, fearing that in the blink of an eye, he would turn into the rogue and frivolous Xu Fengnian.

Or perhaps, the person before her was indeed Xu Fengnian.

The so-called Great Qin Emperor was merely a spirit that had not been worn away by eight hundred years of reincarnation.

The Great Qin Emperor sighed leisurely: "Luoyang, are you well?"

Luoyang's tears, which had already stopped, streamed down her face once more.

……

Yu Liancheng left the hall and walked toward Tingchao Pavilion.

Come to think of it, it had been a while since he had seen White Fox Face; he wondered how her training was going.

Swish!

Just as he was about to step into Tingchao Pavilion, he saw a blade light roll toward him like a dragon.

Although it was a single strike, it felt as if thousands of blades had been slashed in an instant, weaving a dense net of blades that enveloped Yu Liancheng without a gap; clearly, the person wielding the blade had reached an extremely exquisite realm in technique.

"Using this to greet an old friend, that's really not very kind."

Yu Liancheng chuckled, his figure drifting like catkins; within the airtight blade force, he made a wondrous turn and lightly and easily escaped the net of blades.

"Heh, less talk, don't dodge, let me see the style of the world's number one." White Fox Face's voice rang out, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Her white robe merged into the blade light, and another strike slashed toward Yu Liancheng, breaking through the air; immediately, the air hissed and roared, surging like the tide, yet it became part of the blade force, pushing the light and making this strike appear even more domineering and peerless.

If the previous strike was the pinnacle of technique.

Then this strike was a wondrous combination of strength and technique.

"Good, I also want to see your gains in Tingchao Pavilion." If one were to judge purely by blade technique, those in the world who could surpass White Fox Face could likely be counted on one hand.

Yu Liancheng happened to be one of them.

He transformed his palm into a blade; its force and dominance were in no way inferior to White Fox Face holding the Xiudong Saber. With one slash, he tore through the void, the airflow surged wildly, turning into streaks of blade Qi that swept toward White Fox Face.

The black and white figures crossed, and the blade light exploded.

In an instant, the two had already exchanged dozens of moves.

White Fox Face suddenly let out a clear whistle, and the blade light was like a galaxy pouring down from the firmament, laying out a massive curtain of blades. Although she had a woman's body, she displayed a peerlessly domineering blade force.

However, this strike, which seemed capable of splitting mountains and shattering metal, was caught between two slender, fair fingers, unable to advance even an inch further.

White Fox Face's figure finally revealed itself from the blade light, as graceful and independent as ever, worthy of her second-place ranking on the Rouge List.

Yu Liancheng smiled and loosened his fingers, letting White Fox Face pull back her long blade, and smiled: "You lost."

"If I had won against the world's number one, Murong Wudi, that would be the strange thing."

White Fox Face sheathed her blade, her beautiful eyes scanning Yu Liancheng: "I heard you entered the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm; how does it feel?"

"The Heavenly Phenomenon is me, and I am the Heavenly Phenomenon."

Yu Liancheng seemed to have spoken a Zen riddle, but White Fox Face understood his words.

Because the moment those words fell, White Fox Face suddenly felt that Yu Liancheng had become the master of the ten-zhang radius.

Within that ten-zhang range, every breath was a great favor granted by him.

If one were to fight in this space, it was feared that even the dark will of heaven would not stand on one's side, obscuring one's Perception and severing one's connection with the world.

"What a terrifying Heavenly Phenomenon Realm."

White Fox Face's expression was grave.

She could be certain that this was Yu Liancheng's own Heavenly Phenomenon Realm.

Ordinary Heavenly Phenomenon experts would never have such an effect.

"Look, I told you to come adventuring with me, but you wouldn't go. Now you know regret, right? If you had stayed by my side, you would at least be a Mysterious Profound Realm expert by now."

Yu Liancheng chuckled and reached out to brush a strand of hair stuck to Nangong Pushe's jade cheek: "I know you have a few enemies; beg me, and perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I'll help you take revenge."

Seeing this fellow's smug tone, Nangong Pushe gritted her teeth in secret, her mind momentarily muddled, and she actually turned her head to bite the finger that was helping her brush her hair.