Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 339 - 341 Fusang’s Ambition
The Chief Minister was a man of high rank and immense authority, his power so great that it surpassed even the Emperor of Fusang. He took out his cellphone and showed the Sword Saint of Fusang a video.
It was the video of Wu Tian killing the Sword Emperor.
In the past, when Fusang invaded Dragon Country, the representatives of the two dominant factions within Dragon Country had actually joined forces. In the end, Fusang was beaten back. However, during their intrusion into Dragon Country's lands, they had also left behind some seeds. The descendants of these seeds had since integrated into the populace, doing the same jobs as other People of Dragon Country, with some even entering official positions. In secret, they were all serving Fusang. Upon seeing Wu Tian's methods in the video, the Sword Saint of Fusang's eyelid twitched.
Soon, the video ended.
"I will send people to help you," the Chief Minister said, standing with his hands behind his back. This elderly man's eyes were calm, but upon closer inspection, one could see the ambition he was suppressing. He yearned to fulfill in his generation the plan that many high-ranking individuals of the past had been forced to abandon: the Fusang-Dragon Country Co-Prosperity Plan.
"There is no need. I am a warrior, and I do not understand the schemes of men like you. I only want my battle to be pure," the Sword Saint of Fusang replied, his eyes brimming with Sword Intent. He would even neglect his wife and daughter; his life consisted of nothing but his sword, *Ghost Cutter*, and the Martial Path.
"Heh, as you wish," the Chief Minister chuckled, though his thoughts were far different. The Sword Saint of Fusang was traveling to Dragon Country to challenge its martial artists. Regardless of whether his intentions were purely for the sake of the Martial Path, the act itself would become a serious matter, one entwined with the honor and disgrace of an entire nation. This was especially true since Dragon Country and Fusang shared a deep-seated feud from the past.
The Chief Minister tried again, "Let me arrange a ship for you."
"No need!" the Sword Saint curtly refused.
With a chuckle, the Chief Minister departed, finding himself rebuffed.
The Sword Saint of Fusang turned toward the vast ocean before him. There were no ships, only a wooden raft. In the face of the boundless sea, the raft seemed utterly insignificant. Compared to the great vessels, it was laughably fragile, and it was easy to imagine that it might not survive the strong winds and waves of the journey to Dragon Country.
But the Sword Saint of Fusang still chose the raft. He had forsaken love, abandoned kinship, and severed friendship; his life was for the Martial Path alone.
Of course, he would not leave today. He planned to stand silently on the beach for a full day to take one last look at his homeland's scenery. On this journey, he had contemplated both victory and death, yet he no longer cared for either.
This was the spirit of the warrior's path: born for the Martial Path, and willing to die for the Martial Path.
「At the same time」
Many sects and noble families of Jianghu began to approach the Boundless Corporation, a development that made even the Lord of the Four Seas grow anxious. He feared that with the Sword Emperor dead, Wu Tian might harbor similar ambitions. Does he want to become the next Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch? And after that, does he plan to become the Human Emperor?
The Lord of the Four Seas even secretly ordered the marshals and generals of the major military districts to keep a close eye on the activities in Yang City. If Wu Tian made any unexpected moves, they were to act immediately.
But the Lord of the Four Seas' worries were unnecessary. The people from the Jianghu sects and noble families were only visiting Wu Tian to deliver gifts.
「Inside the highest office of the Boundless Corporation」
The abbot of the Shaolin Inner Sect, the Sect Leader of Kunlun, and several Family Heads were arguing.
"Yong Wu, for a man known to be a devout monk, don't you understand the concept of letting go of worldly fame? The opportunity to challenge the Sword Saint of Fusang should be given to me," the Sect Leader of Kunlun said angrily.
"Indeed. Since you're a monk, you should go back to chanting your sutras obediently," the Sect Leader of the Tianshan Sect echoed.
"Amitabha," Yong Wu stated. "The Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva once said, 'If I do not enter hell, who will?' The Sword Saint of Fusang is cruel and ruthless. This trial should be borne by this poor monk."
They each presented their gifts, and Wu Tian accepted them all. The person whose gift was the most valuable would get the first chance to confront the Sword Saint of Fusang. Wu Tian accepted their gifts, promising them that as long as the Sword Saint of Fusang didn't come looking for him, he wouldn't get involved. After all, Wu Tian was no Holy Mother.
Save the Martial Arts World? To Wu Tian, it was a tedious affair.
"Yong Wu's gift is the most valuable. Yong Wu, you'll be the first to deal with the Sword Saint of Fusang," Wu Tian said indifferently.
"Thank you!" Yong Wu smiled and bowed deeply.
As Dragon Country's number one figure, the so-called Martial Emperor, Wu Tian naturally had the right to make such a declaration. The other Sect Leaders and Family Heads could only nod helplessly. How could their gifts possibly compare with Yong Wu's?
Yong Wu's gift was the entire Shaolin Scripture Pavilion! In the past, merely entering the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion was tantamount to declaring oneself a mortal enemy of Shaolin. Now, Yong Wu had simply gifted it away. Who could have imagined such a thing?
Next, Wu Tian proceeded to rank the others to determine who would be second, third, fourth, and so on. If Yong Wu proved no match for the Sword Saint of Fusang, they would challenge him in that order.
The Sword Saint of Fusang had no idea that in Wu Tian's eyes, he was nothing more than a commodity to be traded.
「The next day」
While Wu Tian and his family were still asleep before dawn, the Sword Saint of Fusang finally decided to set out from Fusang.
But before he could step onto his raft, a grand, luxurious ship arrived. Finely crafted, its hull bore a large character for "Xiao." On its deck stood an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young man. The middle-aged man was Xiao Zhan, who had once lost to Wu Tian. The young man was Xiao Tian. And the old man was the Family Head of the Xiao Family of Lanling, who had fathered a son in his later years and had previously driven Xiao Liang and Xiao Tianzan from the family.
The Xiao Family Head, after a long seclusion, had finally perfected a martial skill and reached the Half-step Innate realm. He had come with the express intent to face the Sword Saint of Fusang. As for bringing gifts to Wu Tian, the moment the Family Head heard Wu Tian was connected to Xiao Liang, he lost all interest in visiting.
From the deck of the ship, the Xiao Family Head glanced coldly at the Sword Saint of Fusang. "Do you know that the Sword Emperor has been defeated?"
The Sword Saint of Fusang's expression remained calm as he looked at them in silence.
Such an attitude caused the Xiao Family Head to snort. Xiao Zhan made no comment, knowing he had no place to speak. Xiao Tian, however, grew furious.
The Xiao Family Head continued coldly, "The Sword Emperor lost to Wu Tian. You, who are considered his equal, are also destined for defeat."
The Sword Saint of Fusang nodded, then finally spoke. "No one is invincible forever. Of course, I, too, will face defeat, but I'm certain it won't be at the hands of the likes of you three." He spoke the Dragon Country tongue with great fluency, his words as sharp and direct as his swordplay.
Xiao Zhan remained silent. Ever since his defeat by Wu Tian, he no longer carried the same imposing Sword Qi. The Xiao Family Head's hand clenched into an angry fist, while Xiao Tian spoke up for his father, "Sword Saint of Fusang, do you know who my father is? He is the Family Head of the Xiao Family of Lanling! His strength is not beneath that of the Ten Saints of Dragon Country, and he has now acquired a famous sword. I advise you not to underestimate my father."
