redvbooks Chapter 2108 - 2206: Why Did It Turn Out Like This? (First Update)
Chapter 2108 - 2206: Why Did It Turn Out Like This? (First Update)
"Although my ’Divine Demon Body Refinement’ still hasn’t made a breakthrough, I’ve made a significant step forward. Now, with all my methods displayed, my pure physical strength should reach around 3500 units of chaotic power, right?" Su Chen thought to himself.
It really is a tremendous, tremendous gain.
A half-step Spirit Emperor Weapon actually allowed him to progress by about 300 units of chaotic power; this improvement cannot be considered small. You should know, even with Life Stain Water + Ancient Golden Crow Essence Blood + three or four hundred top-level elixirs, Su Chen only managed to increase by around 700 units of chaotic power.
He genuinely felt he hadn’t indulged enough.
If he could have several more of these half-step Spirit Emperor Weapons, how great would that be?
Alas, such opportunities are hard to come by; the Open Heaven Sword isn’t just any half-step Spirit Emperor Weapon—it’s the companion sword of fourteen generations of Imperial Academy heads, with a concentration of evil Qi accumulated over billions of years. You shouldn’t even think about replacing it with other half-step Spirit Emperor Weapons.
From afar.
Ke Wuxin, severely injured and unable to stand, lifted his head, staring at Su Chen. He had even forgotten he was still alive, unable to feel pain, only experiencing marrow-crushing despair!
Why?
Why is he still no match for Su Chen?!
Why?!!!
His mind was left with nothing but this frantic thought.
Back in Great Luo Heaven, he was suppressed by Su Chen. He couldn’t even see Su Chen’s silhouette. Later, he got a chance, replaced Su Chen, and from then on became the Son of the Emperor, rising swiftly.
In these past hundreds of years, his martial cultivation speed truly soared, creating countless myths and miracles, astonishing numerous Sons of the Emperor and high-level members of the Imperial Academy.
Even his master Fu Qianjiu sighed, saying Ke Wuxin was heaven’s blessing to the Imperial Academy.
In less than five hundred years, he broke through three or four great realms, forty minor realms!
His cultivation speed was faster than eating and drinking.
He thought, surely, he had left Su Chen far behind?
Su Chen and he must exist in entirely different worlds, right?
But what about the reality before his eyes?
What he pursued, desired, fought for, worked hard for, was proud of, believed in — it was all void, shattered by Su Chen’s single punch!
His Martial Dao Heart and his state of mind both crumbled into fragments in an instant.
"Hahahahahaha..." Suddenly, Ke Wuxin laughed out loud, blood continually spurting from his mouth, feeling indignation!!! Truly indignant! Even though he cheated, had heaven-defying fortuitous encounters, received heaven’s favor, got the Imperial Academy’s destiny bonus, and had everything, he still couldn’t keep up with Su Chen?
Unyielding!
He is unyielding!
In the silent Imperial Heart Plaza, Ke Wuxin seemed like a madman, bloody and blurred, his blood-red eyes swelling as if they could burst like stones.
His laughter was filled with collapse and madness; he appeared disheveled, his face so distorted it was unrecognizable, like a demon smeared with blood.
"Heartless! Heartless!! Heartless!!!" Fu Qianjiu shouted loudly, wanting Ke Wuxin to calm down; he could sense Ke Wuxin’s mental breakdown, becoming extremely anxious.
Truth be told, he hadn’t anticipated Ke Wuxin would be defeated.
Defeated by a kid who hadn’t even reached the Divine Lord Realm.
Defeated by a kid not even five hundred years old.
This is simply the greatest impossibility in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds...
It completely shattered his martial cultivation worldview.
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, even if they killed him or shattered his divine soul, he wouldn’t dare believe it!
In that instant, he realized that back then, the Sixth Dean’s proud and supposedly divine stroke was absolute folly, downright brainless.
Su Chen was originally first.
Ke Wuxin being second was only right.
He was never better than Su Chen.
Nowhere near.
A difference of tens of thousands of miles!
Even if Su Chen hadn’t joined the Imperial Academy, hadn’t received the horrifying cultivation resources of the Academy, hadn’t had Fu Qianjiu as his master, hadn’t had so many fortuitous encounters, after hundreds of years, he could still disgrace Ke Wuxin terribly.
Can you imagine the disparity between the two?
The Sixth Dean is truly the greatest sinner in the history of the Imperial Academy!
And he, Fu Qianjiu, is a self-righteous fool who thought he’d gotten an extraordinarily pure monster, but hadn’t...
Indeed, lacked insight.
Ke Wuxin is far from being the greatest genius in history, nowhere close, not to be scolded?
There are geniuses even greater than Ke Wuxin, indeed!!! They exist!
The key is.
The Imperial Academy once had a chance to obtain Su Chen, missing it by just a sliver!
Missed by the arrogant Sixth Dean, the arrogant self, the arrogant Imperial Academy—missed alive.
What kind of regret is this? Pain? It makes the heart bleed!
Imagine if Su Chen were a part of the Imperial Academy, not yet five hundred years old, crushing the likes of the sixth level of Divine Lord Realm; what world-shaking glory would the Academy attain?!
But at this moment, no matter how shocked Fu Qianjiu is, no matter how regretful, no matter how much he wants to desecrate the Sixth Dean’s corpse or curse loudly, it’s too late!
If he expresses regret now, would Su Chen join the Academy? Would he no longer be hostile to the Academy? Impossible.
It’s destined—the Academy has reached an opposing stance with Su Chen.
And Ke Wuxin, although far from matching Su Chen, is still an extraordinary monster, an unprecedented genius in Imperial Academy history who held boundless hope and invested countless efforts.
Therefore, Fu Qianjiu certainly couldn’t bear to see Ke Wuxin ruined.
He’s not worried Su Chen could kill Ke Wuxin now, because Fu Qianjiu is present, and now Ke Wuxin is heavily injured, defeated already. If Su Chen were to strike to finish him off, Fu Qianjiu would stop him.
He would shamelessly intervene, personally.
He’s worried that Ke Wuxin, easily beaten by Su Chen, might lose his martial heart, his state of mind shattered, and consequently have no chance to advance again.
So, at this moment, Fu Qianjiu is incredibly anxious, wanting Ke Wuxin to calm down; defeat!!! Is not terrifying! The true fear is losing the confidence to fight again!
"Hahahahaha..." Unfortunately, no matter how Fu Qianjiu shouted, Ke Wuxin seemed oblivious, laughing while crying blood, maniacally laughing.
"Ke Wuxin!!! Calm down for me!" Fu Qianjiu’s face turned ashen; his voice became much heavier, even his aura surging towards Ke Wuxin.
Fu Qianjiu is someone of the eighth layer of Divine Lord Realm.
His strength is vastly superior to Ke Wuxin.
Under the pressure of the aura, Ke Wuxin, already heavily injured, trembled, and his body, already limp, nearly lay prostrate.
In that instant, he regained some rational thought.
He crawled on the ground, using all his strength to lift his head, tears of blood rolling down: "Master! I’ve lost!!! I, Ke Wuxin, have lost! Lost!"
Ke Wuxin roared, his voice incredibly hoarse.
"Lost, there will be opportunities in the future." Fu Qianjiu enunciated each word slowly.
Ke Wuxin fell silent.
Fu Qianjiu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Ke Wuxin had come to his senses.