First Immortal of the Sword

Chapter 956 - Godlike Powers of Prediction

Chapter 956 - Godlike Powers of Prediction

Beneath the ancient tree.1

Su Yi leaned back into his chair, his legs resting on the table. From time to time, he picked up his jug of wine and took a sip.0

The big, fat, orange cat curled up in his arms, not daring to move a muscle.0

This only made the young man in blue seem even more languid.0

But this also left Wang Chonglu and Qu Boling feeling even more conflicted.0

When the Divine Saber Demon Emperor Zhan Beiqi emerged from the main hall, he too was dazed. Then, he pursed his lips and strode outside.0

However, just as he was about to pass through the courtyard doors, Su Yi suddenly said, “Did you come to the City of Eternal Night to kill Liu Changsheng, or to help him?”0

Zhan Beiqi’s majestic figure froze. After a moment’s silence, he said, “Mind your own business.”0

With that, he pushed open the door and left.0

From beginning to end, he didn’t so much as turn his head.0

Su Yi stroked the orange cat’s silky fur and laughed. Zhan Beiqi hasn’t changed at all!0

“The third guest can now enter.” The green bird’s voice emanated from within the main hall.0

Qu Boling was already ready and waiting. He took a deep breath and walked inside.0

Only then did the Netherworld King say thoughtfully, “Fellow Daoist, have you perhaps already guessed what Zhan Beiqi came here for?”0

Only she, Su Yi, and Wang Chonglu remained in the courtyard.0

Of course, the orange cat was there too.0

Wang Chonglu pricked up his ears. He’d long since adjusted his mentality, and on an instinctive level, he no longer dared view Su Yi as a junior.0

“It’s just a guess, that’s all,” said Su Yi. “All I know is that a long time ago, both Liu Changsheng and Zhan Beiqi belonged to a faction called the Temple of Simplicity. You could call them apprentice brothers.”0

Wang Chonglu’s heart shook.0

This was his first time hearing that Liu Changsheng, the Mad Sword Netherworld Sovereign famed as the greatest swordsman in the Netherworld, was apprentice brothers with the Divine Saber Demon Emperor Zhan Beiqi!0

This secret was unquestionably shocking! If word got out, it was sure to cause widespread uproar.0

After all, both Liu Changsheng and Zhan Beiqi were peak Imperial Realm hegemons of the Netherworld!0

The former was one of the Six Sovereigns of the Netherworld, and his Dao of the Sword would have dazzled any era it appeared in.0

The latter was the most mysterious of the Seven Devils of the Netherworld, and his strength was deep and unfathomable!0

Who would dare believe that these two mighty existences were once apprentice brothers from the same sect?0

“Is… that true?” Wang Chonglu couldn’t help but ask.0

But as soon as the words left his mouth, he keenly detected a disdainful look in the fat orange’s cat’s eerie blue eyes.3

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As if it thought he was stupid to even ask…0

Wang Chonglu couldn’t help but feel awkward and indescribably ashamed.1

Whatever else was said about him, he was still the Thunderflame Demon Sovereign of the Seven Devils of the Netherworld, with a reputation that struck terror into the hearts of the world’s cultivators.0

Yet as soon as he entered this courtyard, everything changed.0

First, Qu Boling disdained him as a defeated general, and Zhan Beiqi—a fellow member of the Seven Devils—ignored him.0

Now, even an orange cat was looking down on him!2

Who wouldn’t have felt stifled?0

And Su Yi? He seemed as relaxed as could be as he sat there petting a cat and sipping fine wine. He chatted with that mysterious and terrifying woman, and he even dared to urge the Timekeeper to pick up the pace with his other guests…0

All of this left Wang Chonglu with the urge to cry.0

Comparing himself to others was tantamount to torture!0

If I’d known it would be like this, I wouldn’t have come today, Wang Chonglu griped inwardly. In his eyes, the courtyard was full of ill intentions, all directed at him!0

“They really are apprentice brothers. It’s just that almost no one knows it,” said Su Yi without the slightest concern. And due to a certain incident, the Temple of Simplicity has long since been lost to the long river of history. It was then that apprentice brothers Liu Changsheng and Zhan Beiqi had a falling out. They’re like fire and water.”0

“Ah, so this isn’t common knowledge.” Wang Chonglu finally understood, and he felt a bit better. 0

“No wonder murderous intent arose in Zhan Beiqi’s heart when he saw Hong Ying walk out. It seems he really is here to help Liu Changsheng get revenge.” The Netherworld King’s beautiful eyes shone. It seemed she’d understood something.0

“Hong Ying?” said Su Yi. “You mean the man in red robes? The first to leave the main hall?”0

“Mm,” said the Netherworld King. She didn’t hide the details, either. “Liu Changsheng killed one of Hong Ying’s most capable subordinates. That’s why Hong Ying came here to see the Timekeeper.”0

Su Yi nodded. On their way to the City of Eternal Night, Wang Chonglu told him about Liu Changsheng’s grudge with the Far Shore, and that it arose when Liu Changsheng killed one of their higher-ups.0

It seemed that this so-called higher-up was that red-robed Hong Ying guy’s subordinate.0

“Fellow Daoist, it seems you’re not at all surprised.” The Netherworld King’s bewitching eyes bore into Su Yi. 0

Su Yi laughed. “I just so happened to know about this.”0

“You ‘just so happened’ to know about it?” said the Netherworld King, her gaze rife with meaning. “But then, it actually makes sense that you’d be interested in the Far Shore’s affairs.”0

She’d only just said this when Qu Boling emerged from the main hall.0

The withered old man with the sword case on his back now wore a lingering scowl, and his brow was deeply furrowed.0

When Su Yi saw this, he couldn’t help but laugh.0

Qu Boling was stunned and inwardly displeased.0

But after seeing all of Su Yi’s strange behavior, he didn’t let his displeasure show on the surface. Instead, he asked, “Why laugh, Fellow Daoist?”0

He now addressed Su Yi as his fellow Daoist. From this, it was clear that the Bloody Desolation Netherworld Sovereign no longer saw Su Yi as a junior.0

“Aside from his family, it seems no one in this world cares as much about Cui Longxiang’s life and death as you, his most hated enemy.” Su Yi looked down at the orange cat in his arms. “Don’t you agree?”0

Qu Boling’s pupils suddenly constricted, and the look on his withered face shifted erratically. A little while later, he subtly clasped his fist and said gravely, “Fellow Daoist, might I ask your honorable name and surname?”0

Su Yi looked askance at him. “It doesn’t matter who I am, but I don’t mind warning you: extinguish any ideas you shouldn’t be having, go home, and wait for news quietly. It won’t be long before the truth of Cui Longxiang’s life and death becomes apparent.”0

Qu Boling sank into silence, then turned and left without a word.0

It was only after he disappeared from the courtyard that the Netherworld King couldn’t help but sigh, “Fellow Daoist, your eyes are quite impressive. It seems you saw through both Zhan Beiqi and Qu Boling’s reasons for coming here.”0

Not far away, Wang Chonglu nodded in complete agreement. Su Yi’s display of knowledge had left him stunned.0

If not for Su Yi, he would have had no idea that Liu Changsheng and Zhan Beiqi were apprentice brothers, nor would he have realized that Qu Boling had come to ask about Cui Longxiang’s life and death!0

Su Yi said casually, “I have more or less knowledge of all the old monsters of the Netherworld who’ve clung to life throughout the ages, that’s all. It’s nothing special.”0

Qu Boling had once suffered a crushing defeat at Cui Longxiang’s hands. He’d even lost a Xiantian Dao Sword, Scarlet Calamity.0

This treasure was born of the Abyss of Sin, which was under the Hungry Ghosts Division’s jurisdiction. It had unbelievable, miraculous power.0

Cui Longxiang had taken it from him, and Qu Boling nursed a grudge over it to this day.0

On the night of the most recent Lantern Festival, the Qu Family joined forces with several other ancient clans to take down the Cui Family primarily for the sake of reclaiming this Xiantian Dao weapon in Cui Longxiang’s absence.0

Alas, their efforts ended in failure.0

The moment Su Yi entered the courtyard and laid eyes on Qu Boling, he guessed why the old-timer was here.0

At the end of the day, no one knew for sure whether Cui Longxiang was alive or dead. 0

Were Cui Longxiang truly dead, Qu Boling could naturally attack the Cui Family without fear.0

But if Cui Longxiang still lived, he could only continue to lie low and endure.0

“The fourth guest can now enter.” The green bird’s voice resounded from within the hall once more.0

The Netherworld King rose and stretched languidly, displaying prideworthy curves. “Fellow Daoist, I’m going to meet the Timekeeper now.”0

She raised her straight, smooth leg, stepped into the hall, and disappeared from view.0

Su Yi continued petting the cat and drinking. Inwardly, he was pondering the Netherworld King’s intentions. I’m afraid she’s after the secrets of the Burial Ground of the Dao.0

The orange cat purred in his arms. It was no longer as tense and uneasy as before. Rather, it seemed like a pampered pet. It spread out its fat body and gently nuzzled Su Yi.0

However, its longing gaze was locked onto the jug of wine. There was no doubt about it: the orange cat wanted a cup.0

But Su Yi ignored it. 0

Deep within its heart, the orange cat couldn’t help but feel a bit resentful.0

Wang Chonglu wanted to seize this opportunity to chat with Su Yi, but when he saw the orange cat, he immediately gave up on the idea.0

The cat might not look eye-catching now, but if it displayed its full power, it would likely be even fiercer than a Profound Serenity Emperor!0

Before long, the Netherworld King’s delicate figure emerged. She seemed a bit disappointed, and there was a trace of unwillingness about her exquisite silhouette.0

“The Timekeeper isn’t omniscient. He knows a lot simply because he’s lived in this world far, far longer than most,” said Su Yi. “Of course, when we have our private chat, you can ask me whatever it is you want to know about it. If I know the answers, I wouldn’t mind resolving your doubts.”0

The Netherworld King’s lustrous lips curved into an enticing smile full of amorous charm. “That would naturally be wonderful.”0

“Alright then. It’s time for me to meet with the Timekeeper,” said Su Yi. With that, he picked the orange cat up by the scruff of its neck and tossed it.0

The cat spun in midair and landed steadily on its feet. 0

But although it avoided winding up splayed on the ground, its eerie blue eyes were full of rage. This guy is just as heartless as before!2

It feels downright blissful when he pets me, but then he just has to go and fling me on a moment’s notice!0

“Let’s go together.” Su Yi was already getting up. He called Wang Chonglu over, then proceeded directly into the main hall.0

Wang Chonglu took a deep breath and cast aside his scattered thoughts. His expression grew solemn, and he followed Su Yi inside.0

The Netherworld King watched the two of them fade from view, then looked at the orange cat.0

Its eerie gaze was locked onto her with seemingly unbearable hunger. It even licked its chops.8

The Netherworld King was stunned.