Eternal Bonds: A Journey with the Fated Immortal
Chapter 33 - Seeking Brother Changsheng's Help?

Chapter 33: The Weeping Bai Yuege, Seeking Brother Changsheng’s Help?

“What’s happening?” Su Changsheng furrowed his brows, scanning his surroundings. Logically, given his proposed conditions and current strength, the Lingxu Sword Sect shouldn’t have refused. That would only provoke his anger. Could the Saint Ancestor of the Lingxu Sword Sect lack foresight? While the Heavenly Tribulation Lotus was rare, its potency wasn’t significantly stronger than other eighth-grade saintly medicines. Its value was limited, so it didn’t seem worth antagonizing a Saint Ancestor for it, right?

“It’s the Sect Master, Ling Jian, who declined your terms. His stance was unwavering!” reported the pinnacle expert of the Eternal Ancient Realm.

“Ling Jian? I see!” Su Changsheng’s brows relaxed. He recalled this individual, who had disparaged him at the wedding. Yet, at the time, he hadn’t paid much heed. He saw that person as a jealous nuisance and hadn’t bothered to give them more thought. However, the situation now made sense if it was indeed Ling Jian.

“Lingxu Sword Sect… intriguing. It seems I need to visit them in person!” Su Changsheng said softly.

Indeed, the Lingxu Sword Sect was quite formidable, once rivaling the ancient clans in power. Although its might had waned, it possessed enough strength to competently face a Seventh Heaven of the Saint Realm. It would be a challenge even for a regular Ninth Heaven of the Saint Realm to dismantle it! However, did that concern him? Since they obstructed his path, he would merely remove them!

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With these reflections in mind, Su Changsheng stood up. His gaze roamed, withholding his saintly aura. Yet, his presence filled the air, making it hard for the pinnacle expert of the Eternal Ancient Realm to breathe.

Boom!

Without hesitation, Su Changsheng advanced a step. He materialized directly above the Northern Wasteland, his grand aura radiating like a brilliant sun. Just as he was about to head toward the Lingxu Sword Sect… his gaze abruptly halted, directed towards the Baiyun Dynasty’s direction.

“Something’s amiss?” Su Yun raised an eyebrow in astonishment. The Baiyun Dynasty’s capital lay two to three hundred thousand miles from the Su family. For an ordinary Eternal Ancient Realm expert, it was a monumental distance. A common Saint Realm expert would struggle to sense anything from such a vast expanse. However, Su Changsheng was unique. His Divine Soul surpassed others of his level, enabling him to instantly detect the signs of a fierce battle erupting in the imperial capital. The Baiyun Dynasty faced danger.

“Bai Yuege is my future second wife. She can’t be endangered!” Su Changsheng murmured. The next instant, he took a stride and vanished from his prior location.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Simultaneously, the once glorious heavenly palace lay in ruins within the Baiyun Dynasty’s imperial capital. Limbs and shattered bodies littered the surroundings while blood stained the ground. Many influential members of the royal clan had met their end.

“Ah!”

Baiyun Ancestor clashed against three enigmatic half-saints in the skies, expending the last vestiges of his original power. He bellowed angrily, his white hair dancing wildly, encircled by a dazzling golden glow as fearsome divine might surged forth.

“Are you agents of the Lingxu Sword Sect? Don’t you realize my Baiyun Dynasty has already formed a marriage pact with Saint Changsheng? Aren’t you concerned about confronting Saint Changsheng?” Baiyun Ancestor angrily shouted, his heart seething with immense wrath. His cloudy eyes radiated an intense, blinding luminescence as potent as the sun.

Yet, even so, he remained outmatched by the three half-saints. He endured a beating, coughing up blood, his half-saint-level form nearing collapse.

“Humph, a feeble half-saint insect, dares to provoke our Sect Master. He deserves death!” one of the Lingxu Sword Sect’s half-saints retorted icily, his tone aloof.

“Enough chatter, slay him and then seize the young girl!” another impatient half-saint demanded.

Clang!

As the words echoed, another half-saint unsheathed his sword. His half-saint-level blade’s power surged, emitting a splendid sword radiance. The sword’s potency erupted, and a brilliant sword light cleaved, severing one of Baiyun Ancestor’s arms, causing blood to spurt.

“Ah!”

Baiyun Ancestor emitted a furious roar. He yearned to retaliate with all his might, but his advanced age and waning vitality prevented him from matching the formidable trio of half-saints. He was outmatched.

“You’re naught but an ineffectual old fool!” taunted the Lingxu Sword Sect’s initial half-saint, who had spoken earlier. Advancing through the void, his gaze turned frigid, a fearsome sword qi emanating from his being.

Step by step, he descended as if adhering to a certain course. With each stride, a horrifying sword radiance was unleashed. Nine strands of sword light, possessing edges capable of sundering divine moons and cleaving land for thousands of miles, assailed Baiyun Ancestor, inducing blood-spurting wounds.

Boom!

Across the heavens, dreadful auras surged and collided, shaking the entire Baiyun Dynasty’s capital. Innumerable cultivators and mortals scattered in fear and chaos.

The capital teemed with opportunistic individuals exploiting the unrest to steal resources. Some reveled in wanton slaughter, indulging their desires. The once-mighty dynasty’s army had crumbled, its kings and nobles defeated, plunging the realm into utter disarray.

“Grandfather!” Bai Yuege was shielded inside the imperial palace by a hidden artifact, escaping the aftermath of the battle. However, she watched tearfully as Baiyun Ancestor suffered severe injuries and coughed up blood.

“Why is this happening… sob… sob…” Bai Yuege cried inconsolably. She was just a young girl, so she couldn’t understand why things had turned out this way. Not long ago, Grandfather was brimming with joy, announcing that Saint Changsheng had agreed to the marriage alliance. The Emperor, the Princess, and a group of senior elders were equally thrilled, foreseeing the rise of the Baiyun Dynasty and her future marriage to Saint Changsheng.

Before the celebrations began, three enigmatic figures stormed in and effortlessly destroyed the newly restored palace. They gravely wounded the Old Ancestor and slew the Emperor, the Elder Grandfather, and others. The royal family had been almost entirely wiped out, leaving even the familiar White Cloud Patriarch on the brink of death.

“Sob… Someone, please help Grandfather!” White Yuege cried, her tear-streaked face showing her desperation. “Changsheng, save the Old Ancestor, please!”

At that moment, she recalled Su Changsheng, the extraordinarily handsome and incredibly powerful Saint who surpassed the Old Ancestor. A glimmer of hope ignited as she pleaded, “Please, Changsheng, come to our help!”

“What a ludicrous thought!”

“Su Changsheng? He’s merely a Saint, miles away. Do you truly believe he possesses god-like knowledge of this place?”

“Humph, don’t waste time. This old man is quite a bother!”

In the sky, the three semi-saints from the Sword Sect sneered contemptuously upon hearing those words. However, they decided to swiftly end the battle to avoid prolonged conflict.

Boom!

One of the semi-saints from the Sword Sect swung their sword, releasing a brilliant sword light, showcasing a profound sword technique to kill the White Cloud Patriarch in a single strike.

“Sob… Old Ancestor, be careful!”

Seeing this unfold, White Yuege cried out anxiously, her body emanating a divine light as the essence of moonlight surged forth, exuding a magnificent aura as if it would transform into a divine moon.

“Don’t worry, I’m here!”

At that moment, a large hand reached out and gently stroked her hair, as Su Changsheng’s soothing voice reassured her in a calm tone.

He was Su Changsheng. He had hastened from the Su Clan to this location, but regrettably, he had arrived too late.

“Chang… Changsheng, brother…”

Feeling warmth on her forehead, White Yuege lifted her tear-filled, captivating face, looking stunned at Su Changsheng before her, almost as if she were in a daze.

Could it be a dream?

Su Changsheng, for whom she had lost hope, had unexpectedly appeared right before her!

Boom!

Su Changsheng raised his head, his gaze icy and indifferent as he locked onto the three semi-saints. A killing intent befitting a Saint emanated, instantly filling the hearts of the three with fear, prompting them to shriek in terror.

“Su Changsheng!”

“How is this possible? Why are you here?”

“We are elders of the Lingxu Sword Sect. Please, spare us, Saint Changsheng, for the sake of the Old Ancestor…”

Bang!

Before they could explain, Su Changsheng raised his hand, obliterating them from a distance, causing them to burst like fireworks, showering the area with blood. Then, with a wave of his hand, he grasped three fragmented souls, remnants of the three semi-saints.

“Saint Changsheng!”

The White Cloud Patriarch, who had narrowly survived in the face of death, displayed a look of joy upon witnessing this scene.

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