Chapter 361: Chapter 29: A Single "Uncle Zhong" Shocks the World, Old Yan’s Social Death, and Converting Xuan Huang

"Why is the Wu’an Monarch here?"

"I was chasing that trouble-making Great Grade. He fled into Taishan, so I couldn’t capture him."

"Oh?"

During this brief exchange, the few people who had stopped by the mountain path to watch the ceremony were all startled.

"The Wu’an Monarch..." Xiang Yu stared intently at the man clad in Profound Armor, his heart thumping in his chest, completely mesmerized.

Wang Zhiyao and Zhang Jifeng’s eyes went wide as well. The Wu’an Monarch, Bai Qi—how could they not know of him?

It was Liu Bang who spoke up, somewhat confused.

"Chasing a Great Grade Immortal... Is there anyone else on this mountain besides us? Upper Immortal, what do you think?"

As he spoke, he cast a respectful glance toward Yan Huang, who had a miserable look on his face.

"What do I think? I think I’m getting out of here!"

The moment he finished speaking, he took off running. But just as he lifted into the air, the immense Human Dao Fortune pressed down on him, pinning him to the spot.

Ten thousand soldiers in Black Armor marched forward again. The Emperor Chariot arrived slowly and stopped on the mountain path. The Wu’an Monarch, following beside the chariot, cracked his knuckles and stared daggers at Yan Huang.

Zhang Jifeng and Wang Zhiyao both swallowed hard, the hairs on their arms standing on end. Though the pressure wasn’t locked onto them, they were still trembling.

"Run. Why’d you stop running?" the Wu’an Monarch said with a grin.

Liu Bang and Xiang Yu silently shuffled to the side, putting some distance between themselves and Yan Huang. The latter, meanwhile, wore an even more miserable expression.

"A simple man of the mountains has offended His Majesty the First Emperor. I beg Your Majesty’s forgiveness..."

A majestic voice emanated from the Emperor Chariot:

"Are you the Great Grade who came to Our Imperial Palace to cause trouble ten days ago?"

Xiang Yu and Liu Bang both glanced over, their eyes filled with astonishment as they looked at Yan Huang. ’He personally went to the Qin Palace to cause trouble??’

Such nerve! Such audacity!

Liu Bang shrank back, marveling inwardly: ’As expected of an Upper Immortal!’

Wang Zhiyao and Zhang Jifeng, however, were drenched in cold sweat. As for Yan Huang, the miserable look on his face intensified.

"I was in seclusion for too long, my mind was addled... It was a moment of carelessness, I absolutely did not mean to cause trouble..."

"Is that so?"

The middle-aged man sitting in the Emperor Chariot lifted his eyelids and calmly looked to the side.

"Today, We are conducting the Feng Shan ceremony. We shall first..."

His words trailed off, stopping abruptly.

The middle-aged man’s gaze passed over the trembling Yan Huang, his three companions, and the bright-eyed Xiang Yu. He saw the young man in the Bronze Mask in the fields behind them. His eyes swept past him, then landed on a familiar old farmer.

’This is...’

The middle-aged man froze. ’Old Li?’

’No!’

The First Emperor’s eyes widened. ’It really is him!’

’Then, the person wearing the Bronze Mask...’

An unbelievable guess surfaced in the middle-aged man’s mind, and his heart began to pound.

At this moment,

beads of sweat covered Yan Huang’s forehead. He was cursing his luck internally. ’Great, now I’ve run into the man himself...’

Then, they saw the middle-aged man, dressed in a Nine Dragon Profound Robe and wearing a Twelve Crowned Crown, step down from the Emperor Chariot.

The ten thousand soldiers in Black Armor and the famously formidable Wu’an Monarch bowed in unison.

"Your Majesty!!"

Their voices were as one, like the boom of a heavy drum, causing the various celestial phenomena in the sky to churn without end.

Yan Huang was sweating profusely. Liu Bang kept his head bowed low and his back bent, and even Xiang Yu lowered his head.

As for Wang Zhiyao and Zhang Jifeng, their minds went blank. They stared dumbly at the middle-aged man in the Nine Dragon Profound Robe, feeling a sense of unreality. ’Is this... is this the legendary First Emperor?’

The middle-aged man who had just unified the Six States had a presence as fierce as a raging inferno. A mere wisp of his aura was enough to make them feel as if they had been plunged into an ice cellar.

Then, to the Wu’an Monarch’s confusion, the middle-aged man strode forward. With every step he took, the miserable expression on Yan Huang’s face deepened.

When he was almost upon them, Yan Huang couldn’t take it anymore.

"His Majesty the First Emperor..."

However, the middle-aged man paid him no mind. Under the watchful eyes of all present, he walked past the group and over to the fields beside the thatched hut.

High above in the Celestial Vault, among the clouds, stood the indistinct figures of Immortals and gods, all looking down upon Taishan.

Venus stroked his long beard, puzzled.

"What is he doing?"

The portly Marshal Tianpeng shook his head in confusion, then turned to the side and asked respectfully:

"Li Celestial King, what are your thoughts?"

Li Jing frowned and also shook his head.

"How would I know... Taibai, look at that old farmer. Does he look a little familiar?"

"Let me see." Taibai’s gaze fell, and he said in surprise, "He really does look familiar..."

Before he could finish, both Immortals suddenly felt a sense of daze, and the feeling of familiarity vanished.

From the side, the Pure Ancient Buddha, bathed in lapis lazuli light, strolled over and asked:

"You two, if Ying Zheng truly does not offer sacrifices to the Immortals and Buddhas, what shall be done?"

The two somewhat dazed Immortals came to their senses and shook their heads in unison. Li Jing said:

"Let’s just wait and see for now..."

With that, he once again turned his gaze toward Taishan.

「On Taishan, in the fields.」

The middle-aged man stared at the youth wearing the Bronze Mask. He could see the young man’s eyes, and in them, he saw... gratification?

Yes, it was gratification!

The middle-aged man trembled.

Just then, under the utterly bewildered gazes of Yan Huang and the others,

the young man in the Bronze Mask made a gesture of respect and said in a gentle voice:

"This humble commoner, Profound Yellow, pays his respects to His Majesty the First Emperor."

’Profound Yellow?’

The Immortals and Buddhas in the heavens frowned. ’What an arrogant name. How dare a mere mortal choose such a name so casually?’

The middle-aged man’s lips trembled. ’Profound Yellow? Isn’t he Father-Ancestor...?’

He looked at the gratification in the young man’s eyes. It was the same look he gave Fusu... ’It’s definitely him!’

’But why is Father-Ancestor wearing a mask and calling himself Profound Yellow??’

’Does he not wish to reveal his identity?’

’If that’s the case...’

In the deathly silence,

Ying Zheng took a deep breath. Then, in front of countless mortals and Immortals, he suddenly performed a formal salute.

"Uncle Zhong, so you were living in seclusion on Taishan."

The moment these words were spoken, Duke Mu of Qin, who was overseeing matters far away in Xianyang, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He looked around suspiciously but found nothing.

"Why do I have such a bad feeling..." he muttered. Following the warning from his Innate Spiritual Sense, he tried to perform a divination, only to discover that the cause and effect of his seniority relationship with Zheng’Er had suddenly fallen into chaos. He flew into a rage.