Eternal Sacred King
chapter-1345

Chapter 1345: Could It Be Him?

Su Zimo was stunned as well when he looked at Nangong Sheng who was frightened to death.

“My Dao title alone is so terrifying?”

Su Zimo laughed self-deprecatingly.

After the battle at Heaven and Earth Valley, the words ‘Dao Lord Desolate Martial’ had almost become a taboo!

Cultivators of Tianhuang Mainland would all be shocked at the mention of it.

That battle was way too tragic.

Although Dao Lord Desolate Martial was eventually exiled by the Half-Martial Ancestor, too many Conjoint Body Mighty Figures died in Heaven and Earth Valley. Over the years, apart from the catastrophe of the North Region 10,000 years ago, there had been no other battle that could compare to that battle!

If not for the experts of the primordial races present and the descent of a Half-Martial Ancestor, all the experts of the super sects would have been suppressed by Desolate Martial!

Although the three aristocratic families were not embroiled in it, the cultivation world of the South Region was still shocked when news spread.

Nangong Sheng was quite a character in the vicinity of Beiming Town.

However, he was only a Nascent Soul at the end of the day.

He was shocked by Su Zimo’s methods to begin with and was on the verge of breaking down. When he heard the words ‘Desolate Martial’, he was scared out of his wits and died!

Su Zimo removed their storage bags and stuffed them into his robes.

His Essence Spirit was locked and he could not use his Dharmic powers nor was it convenient for him to destroy their bodies to wipe out evidence. As such, he carried the corpses of the three of them and tossed them into the nearest forest.

At that moment, the night was dark.

In the forest, birds and beasts roamed and roars could be heard everywhere. A massacre was happening in every corner of the forest.

The corpses of the three Nascent Souls would be shared and devoured by demon beasts before long.

After doing that, Su Zimo clapped his hands and turned to leave, returning to Beiming Town.

Beiming Xue was still in her room practicing her breathing and expiration. Right from the beginning, she did not notice anything.

What she did not know was that someone had helped her resolve a calamity of life and death earlier on!

Su Zimo smiled calmly and returned to his room to rest.

He had no intention of telling Beiming Xue about this.

To Su Zimo, the three Nascent Souls were as insignificant as ants and this matter was nothing much.

The next morning, Beiming Xue prepared breakfast and sent it to Su Zimo’s room.

He took out the three storage bags from the previous night and handed them to Beiming Xue. “Take them. I don’t need them.”

“This is…”

Beiming Xue received the three storage bags and her heart skipped a beat when she swept her gaze across them.

“These are storage bags of Nascent Souls?”

She probed.

“Is that so?”

Su Zimo replied.

Beiming Xue asked again, “Where did you obtain it, Mr. Su?”

“I picked them up when I went out last night,”

Su Zimo replied casually.

Beiming Xue pursed her lips and did not continue asking.

In truth, there was a unique emblem on the three storage bags that was difficult to notice unless one observed carefully.

However, Beiming Xue was from the Beiming clan after all and was naturally extremely familiar with such emblems.

If she was not wrong, the emblems on the three storage bags came from the Nangong aristocratic family!

Those were the storage bags of three Nascent Souls of the Nangong aristocratic family!

Although Su Zimo said it calmly, Beiming Xue could sense a hint of blood in his calm tone!

Beiming Xue was smart and did not ask further.

She placed the three storage bags into her storage bag.

There was a spirit consciousness seal on the storage bag of Nascent Souls and her cultivation realm was not high enough to erase it.

She had to cultivate her Essence Spirit first.

“The aristocratic family competition will start in slightly more than a year, right?”

Su Zimo asked casually.

“Yes,”

Beiming Xue nodded.

Su Zimo raised his head and looked at Beiming Xue. “Do you want revenge?”

Beiming Xue lowered her head slightly.

After a long silence, she said slowly, “Yes.”

Su Zimo could tell that the girl looked slightly troubled.

The Beiming aristocratic family had long fallen. Compared to the Dongfang aristocratic family, it was like an ant facing a divine elephant.

The difference in status between Beiming Xue and Dongfang Zhi was great as well.

Dongfang Zhi was high and mighty like a princess.

As for her, she was like a lowly mortal struggling in the secular world.

Although she had already cultivated a Blood Qi Golden Core and her combat strength was far superior compared to before, she could not escape her current fate.

Her life and death was still decided by a single thought of the Dongfang aristocratic family.

“Go and cultivate. You’ve only just cultivated to the Blood Qi Golden Core realm. Don’t slack off.”

Su Zimo smiled. “The later three transformations of the Nine Transformations of the Martial Dao are the essence of the Martial Sutra. If you can cultivate to the final transformation, you will be able to suppress all the younger generation paragons of the three aristocratic families in the aristocratic family competition a year later!”

Beiming Xue nodded heavily.

Actually, she still felt a little bitter.

Although her combat strength was heaven-defying, she could not afford to offend the paragons of the three aristocratic families.

It was fine for her. At the most, she would just die.

However, she was worried about implicating her younger brother and the Beiming clan.

She still had many burdens and restraints in her heart.

The reason why she let Nangong Yu off yesterday was also because she was wary.

In the pugilistic world, one might find themselves stuck in circumstances—it was not so easy for her to exact revenge as she wished!

Su Zimo could naturally tell of Beiming Xue’s worries.

However, he did not say much.

All these years, he had been hiding here in seclusion and almost never attacked or revealed his identity—he wanted to give Beiming Xue enough time and space to grow.

Once his identity was exposed, there would be endless trouble.

At that time, he would be too busy to take care of himself and would most likely not have the time or energy to impart the Dao to Beiming Xue.

However, the fact that Su Zimo was dormant did not mean that he would not move!

Currently, he was like a resting True Dragon. While silent and motionless, everything was calm.

However, the moment a True Dragon opens its eyes, it would be earth-shattering!

“The aristocratic family competition…”

Su Zimo narrowed his eyes and murmured.

…

10 days later, at the Nangong residence.

In the meeting hall, Nangong Yu sat in the middle with a bewildered expression. There were a few bloodied clothes beside his feet and a hint of fear could be seen from the depths of his eyes.

A few old men sat below with grim expressions.

“In that case, the three of them are already dead?”

An old man asked with a frown.

Nangong Yu nodded and pointed to the bloodied clothes beside his feet. “There’s no mistake. Father was wearing this Daoist robe before he left.”

An old man had a confused expression. “I checked out the forest. The strongest spirit demons there were only at the Golden Core realm. How could the old master and the others have died there?”

“Could there be some powerful fiend demon hiding within that struck and killed the old master?” Another old man asked.

“Impossible!”

Nangong Yu shook his head and grit his teeth. “How can it be so coincidental? My father wanted to head to Beiming Town and right away, something happened to him!”

“You mean to say that there are some experts in Beiming Town?”

An old man frowned. “Right now, the strongest in the Beiming clan is their clan leader, a Nascent Soul. He doesn’t have much lifespan left and his combat strength can’t even match mine. How could he have been a match for the old master?”

“It’s not him,”

Nangong Yu shook his head and a sickly green figure flashed through his mind. His heart skipped a beat as he murmured, “Could it be him?”