Fake Demon Lord [BL]

35 - The Strongest Cultivator In The World

Translator: THISBRO

(currently unedited)

The Chang'an battle for the throne was the beginning of many heroes' stories, Bu QingYun was among them.

That night, the private soldiers of every prince fought in the streets and alleys of the city. The bodies of innocent commoners piled outside the city into a small mountain.

Following a sudden clap of thunder, a small child who had been dead slowly opened his eyes in the mountain of corpses. Without any warning or signs, he had crossed from the peaceful modern era into the chaos of the Jianghu.

He didn't know who this body was, all he remembered was that when he first opened his eyes he was faced with the blood-soaked sky of the Chang'an outskirts.

Underneath his body was a city guard who had been cut in half, his right hand was near a woman's hair which was dirtied in her struggle to survive. He looked to the side and saw the twisted faces of the dead frozen in fear.

He thought that he was just having a nightmare, that everything would be back to how it was before when he woke up. His parents would nag and chatter before the table, when he opened the window his friends would be on the streets waiting for him to play soccer. But, this dream was too real, to the point where even when he closed his eyes, he could still feel a pain in his chest from having the bones there broken.

This was Bu QingYun's first memory upon arriving in this world. There was no heaven-defying luck like those portrayed in novels, he also didn't have a protagonist's surprise encounter with a secret treasure. If it weren't for the passing green-robed cultivator that saw his trembling fingers and disregarded his companions' dissuasions to check it out before hurrying to Chang'an, he would probably only have had the fortune of being one of the wandering souls buried amidst a pile of bones.

As for how Qing XuZi suppressed the Slaughter of Chang'an, the rumors on the Jianghu were very unified. In the days following the disappearance of the Third Prince who was supposed to succeed the throne, the remaining three princes battled it out inside the palace.

Fresh blood seeped from the palace gates and dyed the moat outside of the palace's walls red. Just when everyone was entangled in battle, the gates of the palace were cleaved open by a sword. A green-robed cultivator slowly walked in while holding a six-year-old child. The palm of his right hand was pressed against the child's life gate in order to preserve his life. The cultivator used his left hand and sent out three waves of sword energy.

The first wave broke through the layers of protection around the imperial palace. The First Prince who desperately clung to the throne spat blood and died.

The second wave went undetected by thousands of soldiers. The Second Prince who led his army to lay siege to the palace had his head cut off.

The third wave, in the beginning, no one knew where it had gone, but on the second day, the imperial guards found the Fourth Prince's corpse in the secret tunnels pierced through the heart.

Unlike the Xuanmen Fairy before him, Qing XuZi didn't come from an aristocratic background. He didn't understand the affairs of the imperial court and didn't have the desire to understand them either. He just knew that what his master gave up all her cultivation for was for the country's people to be able to live in peace, but since none of these people could protect their people, then they all didn't deserve to be emperor.

Since he succeeded that woman as the Xuanmen Righteous Sect's Leader, then he would protect the world in his own way. At that moment, the people of the world realized that Qing XuZi doesn't easily kill people, but when he has decided on killing someone, then that person is destined to die.