God Emperor
chapter-1815

Chapter 1815: Invitation from the Endless Abyss

Petals fell from the sky like rain.

With each petal touching the ground, a new flower would grow. In just the blink of an eye, the earth had turned into a sea of flowers.

Ji Fanxin descended from the sky and landed beside Zhang Ruochen. She was in her true form, her beauty almost unparalleled, only rivaled by the Fairy of Tianchu standing on the opposite.

Two of the fairies of the Portrait of the Nine Beauties appeared in Luoshui at the same time. If this news got out, it would surely cause a stir and men would swarm like bees.

Ji Fanxin was dragging the Sacred Cauldron of Blood Sacrifice in her hand.

It was obvious that she had killed Qi Xiaotian.

Zhang Ruochen did not want to linger around here any longer, fearing he might inadvertently blow his cover, and the Fairy of Tianchu would recognize him.

“I have sealed the cultivation base and spiritual power of Qi Sheng and Ying Huo, yet they could get away. They must have some secrets I have yet to find out. I have got to get them back.”

“Worry not. They have contact with my pollen. I could find them even if they are thousands of miles away,” said Ji Fanxin confidently, as if she had everything under control.

In the Fairy of Tianchu’s presence, Ji Fanxin became more assertive without herself knowing it.

“Give chase with the Dragon Carriage. We must not let them get away.”

Zhang Ruochen took out the Dragon Carriage and placed it on the ground.

Qi Sheng and Ying Huo knew Zhang Ruochen too well. There would be no end of trouble if they got away.

Jin Fanxin climbed in and sat inside the Golden Dragon Carriage. After Zhang Ruochen followed suit, nine golden dragons flew out of the Golden Dragon Carriage into the sky.

Fool watched on and appeared admiring. “They are a perfect match. Who could have known that The Scion of Time and Space Zhang Ruochen and the Fairy of a Thousand Flowers are together?”

A smile spread across the rugged face of Butcher. “They both are smart and talented. One is the disciple of the Mandala Goddess, and the other is the Divine Envoy of Yueshen. If they study the Path and train together, their future would be immeasurable. It is not impossible that they could become gods together.”

The Fairy of Tianchu remained silent until the Golden Dragon Carriage disappeared into the horizon. “If you two have time, be my guest on the Planet of the Nine Chorus in the depth of Luoshui,” she said through telepathy.

Inside the Golden Dragon Carriage, Zhang Ruochen and Ji Fanxin had heard the soft and pleasing voice.

“You are avoiding her,” said Ji Fanxin to Zhang Ruochen in her mind.

Her brusque words startled him, and he forced a smile. “I am surprised you have noticed that!”

“If I could notice it, I am sure she could, too. Don’t underestimate women’s intuition.”

“You are right. She is pretty smart. It is impossible to hide things from her,” said Zhang Ruochen.

“Why is that?”

“It is complicated. I still don’t know how to face it. Perhaps it was because of the same reason she didn’t expose me.” He sighed softly.

Ji Fanxin knew that Zhang Ruochen and the Fairy of Tianchu must have an unusual relationship in the past. So she refrained from asking further. “Hope she won’t misunderstand us lest things become unpleasant. I don’t want to create an enemy for no reason.”

“She has hundreds, if not thousands, of admirers. She has many better choices. Why would she want to fall out with you because of me?”

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and became silent.

There were tons of divine sons and heavenly sons trying to court her. Some of them were extraordinary, talented, handsome, and virtuous.

Would she accept any of them?

If so, Zhang Ruochen thought he would surely get jealous. After all, men were possessive.

The only thing was, he did not know if the Fairy of Tianchu was also jealous when he and Ji Fanxi left together. Were women not possessive?

…

Earlier, the sound wave of the three-headed bat had injured Qi Sheng and Ying Huo’s saint souls. They were suffering from great pain.

But they were no slouch. After they recovered, they quickly flapped their wings, continuing to flee.

They knew very well that it did not matter who won the battle; neither Zhang Ruochen nor Qi Xiaotian could let them go.

Flee…

Fleeing was the only way.

However, things did not go as planned. As soon as they arrived at the shore of Luoshui, they saw the Golden Dragon Carriage of Zhang Ruochen was already there, standing in their way.

Qi Sheng forced a smile, knowing he would surely die today. “Not bad, huh? You won, Zhang Ruochen! I have lost.”

Zhang Ruochen got out of the Golden Dragon Carriage, stood straight as his eyes landed on the two of them. “Tell me, how did you defeat my seal?”

“It’s simple, because there is divine blood hidden in my Sea of Qi. I could break the seal with the help of this divine blood.”

Zhang Ruochen nodded. “Okay. I have cleared my doubt. I am going to take your lives. It will be quick.”

Qi Sheng and Ying Huo exchanged a glance with a determined look on their faces.

They immediately summoned their saint Qi, ready to detonate their sainthood source to kill themselves and Zhang Ruochen.

“Wait a second!”

A soft voice suddenly came from the surface of the Luoshui.

A boat made of rosewood sailed out of the fog and appeared in front of the eyes of everyone. As the boat slowly came toward the shore, breaths of blood mist were drifting like a gauze in the air.

Qi Sheng and Ying Huo saw the light of hope and appeared overjoyed. The aura permeating on the rosewood boat was of the same ancestral root as theirs. It was obvious that there were the Immortal Vampires on the boat.

“Help us, we are from the Qitian tribe!”

Qi Sheng and Ying Huo cupped their hands in unison as they called out for help at the rosewood boat.

Creak!

The hatch of the boat opened. Two figures emerged and stood on both sides of the hatch.

One of the figures was dressed in a monk robe, holding a string of skull praying beads.

The other had the head of a crocodile, dressed in black magic armor.

Judging by the energy exuding from their bodies, both of them were Nine-step Saint Kings.

Ji Fanxin seemed to have also sensed something unusual in those people. She got out of the Golden Dragon Carriage, exuding a powerful spiritual power and aura.

The Nine-step Saint King dressed in a monk’s robe extended his hand at Zhang Ruochen. “Your Highness Prince of Shengming, our master would like to meet you.”

“Don’t go. There is savage energy in the boat. Those people inside must be of Nine-step Saint Kinghood. I fear that their master is a notorious figure of the Immortal Vampires,” warned Ji Fanxi through telepathy.

“Don’t worry. Let me just check it out.”

Zhang Ruochen leaped up and then landed on the rosewood boat, then headed into the cabin.

Ji Fanxin furrowed her brow, wondering why Zhang Ruochen wanted to take the risk.

But she knew that he was a very circumspect person. So she did not stop him further.

Once into the cabin, Zhang Ruochen saw a lady lying listlessly on a couch. Her skin was as fair as snow, wearing an ice-sculpture mask. She was none other than the lady wearing an imperial court maid’s dress at the battle when the Kunlun Realm attacked the Xumi Dojo.

It was this lady who led eight Nine-step Saint Kings to bog down Shang Ziyan, creating an opportunity for Zhang Ruochen and others to take the Xumi Dojo.

So it was hard to tell whether this lady was a friend or foe.

Zhang Ruochen got down to brass tacks. “Who are you?”

“Since you want to know, Your Highness, I can only oblige.”

The lady in an imperial maid’s dress took off her ice-sculpture mask slowly, revealing her beautiful, enchanting face.

Seeing her face, Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath. He was surprised. “It is you, the missus of the Sect of the Blood God leader?”

“I am flattered that you still remember me. In the Sect of the Blood God back then, I didn’t know You Highness’s identity. I apologize if I did anything that offended you.”

The lady in the imperial maid’s dress got to her feet, putting the ice-sculpture mask on the table. Anyone who looked at her could get lost in her mesmerizing eyes.

This lady was Qiu Yichi, the missus of the Sect of the Blood God leader, used to be the one who pulled the strings behind the helm.

Zhang Ruochen used to see Qiu Yichi as a demon-like existence. Especially her battle with the Art Saint Chu Siyuan. It left a lasting impression on Zhang Ruochen.

Chu Siyuan was a leading figure of his time, but he was still pale in comparison to her.

Of course, with Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation base, he was not afraid of her. He was cool, calm, and collected.

“After drinking this cup, we will let bygones be bygones. How is that?”

Qiu Yichi picked up a wine cup from the table and handed it to Zhang Ruochen, seemingly a gesture of apology.

That wine looked fiery red and stank of blood.

Zhang Ruochen did not take the cup. “With just a cultivation base of a Six-step Saint King, you could command an army of Nine-step Saint Kings. Very impressive indeed. Probably only the Beguiler Demon could rival you.”

“You are right. I am the Beguiler Demon.”

Qiu Yichi put the cup to her lips and took a sip.

Zhang Ruochen had long been suspicious of it. But he was still pretty surprised when his suspicion was confirmed to be true.

But then again, when Qiu Yichi was still in her ordinary sainthood, she could already make the Saint King-level leader of the Sect of the Blood God her puppet.

Controlling Nine-step Saint Kings was not something impossible, considering her current level of cultivation base.

Qiu Yichi let out a faint smile. “Have Your Highness ever heard of the Path of the Mind?”

Zhang Ruochen’s heart skipped a beat. He bounced to his feet and wanted to step back.

He had heard of it before, of course. Legend had it that the cultivators of the Path of the Mind could read and control the mind of any living beings.

Qiu Yichi continued. “Have Your Highness ever heard of Soul Bewitching Blood Art?”

“It seems that I have underestimated you last time.”

“Relax, Your Highness. Even if I know the Path of the Mind and Soul Bewitching Blood Art, I wouldn’t dare to use them against Your Highness,” said Qiu Yichi.

“Let’s cut the cackle. Why do you want to see me?”

“Someone wants to see you. Hope you could make a trip to Endless Abyss.” Her smile faded from her face, replaced by a solemn expression.

“Endless Abyss…”

Something came to mind, and he became suspicious. “Who?”

“Your Highness will find out once you get there.”

Zhang Ruochen was restless. He gritted his teeth. “What makes you think I will go?” he shouted.

Qiu Yichi took out a golden brocade ribbon and handed it to him with both hands. “She said when you see this ribbon, you will know.”

There was an embroidered character ‘Chen’ on the golden brocade ribbon.

Emperor Ming had told him in his past life that it was his mother who made this embroidery brocade ribbon. So Zhang Ruochen had been wearing it all the time. Supposedly, this brocade ribbon should be on the dead body of his past life. How did it end up in Qiu Yichi’s hands?