Eternal Sacred King

Lin Xuanji’s tears were earthshaking and those who did not know better would have thought that something bad had happened.

The storyteller’s face darkened. The moment Lin Xuanji arrived, he raised his leg and kicked the latter back!

This action did not have the slightest bit of the demeanor of an expert and it was like a fight between mortals in the marketplace. No matter what, there was nothing strange about the storyteller.

That kick gave Little Fatty and Shi Jian a shock.

“F*ck!”

Lin Xuanji staggered from the kick and nearly fell from midair. He could not help but grumble, “Old man, why did you kick me?”

“Stop pretending,”

The storyteller pouted his lips—he had completely seen through Lin Xuanji’s poor acting skills.

With an embarrassed expression, Lin Xuanji wiped away the tear droplets on his face and coughed gently. “Although those tears were fake, my longing for you truly extends to the depths of heaven and earth!”

“Hmph!”

The storyteller sneered and glanced askance at Lin Xuanji, saying in disdain, “Without even having to divine, I can tell from your sorry state that you were set up by others just by thinking with my bum!”

Little Fatty and Shi Jian were dumbfounded at the side.

“This old man truly has no boundaries with his words and he’s even more incredible than Lin Xuanji! He compared his brains to his bum?”

“That’s the help that Lin Xuanji sought for? No matter how I look at it, he doesn’t seem like an expert!”

The two of them exchanged glances and muttered internally.

“Look at you!”

The storyteller did not seem like he was going to let things go as he scolded, “You must have forgotten everything I taught you! The only thing you know to do when you’re bullied is to ask me to come back and clean up your mess. I even feel ashamed for you!”

No matter how thick Lin Xuanji’s skin was, he could not withstand the lecture of the storyteller and his face flushed red.

“Old man, stop it!”

The veins on Lin Xuanji’s neck popped out as he could not help but argue, “I’ve been locked up for many years and had no intention of asking you for help! If this matter wasn’t so serious, I wouldn’t have called you back!”

“My, how dare you talk back?!”

As though he had not heard Lin Xuanji mention that something serious was going on, the storyteller mocked instead, “You sure are a f*cking embarrassment to be locked up by others for many years!”

“F*ck!”

Lin Xuanji was at a loss and his face turned purple, wanting nothing more than to dig a hole and hide in it.

None of the cultivators present dared to interrupt.

This old man did not look decent at all.

However, everyone could clearly see that when the old man appeared, he merely harrumphed casually and blocked the attack of Patriarch Qing Cheng!

Furthermore, although the old man was spouting nonsense, Patriarch Qing Cheng did not express anything. Naturally, nobody would jump out foolishly instead.

Initially, there was a tense situation in front of Enigma Palace.

After the storyteller appeared, the tension in the air eased significantly as he scolded Lin Xuanji continuously with a spectrum of terms.

Lin Xuanji frowned and shivered in anger.

He did not even dare to retort now.

Every single sentence he refuted was met by ten replies from the storyteller!

At the side, Demoness Ji covered her mouth and chuckled. She could not take it anymore and smiled. “Senior, there’s so many people watching. Give him some face.”

Demoness Ji’s words were also a reminder for the storyteller to settle the situation before him.

“Hmph!”

The storyteller harrumphed and said reluctantly, “Since Founder Master Ling Long’s successor is pleading for mercy, I’ll let you off temporarily this time round.”

“Oh, my dear benefactor!”

Lin Xuanji felt as though he had been pardoned. This time round, he was truly moved to tears as tears streamed down his face. He wanted nothing more than to run to Demoness Ji and kowtow to her!

Su Zimo heaved a sigh of relief as well.

In that short period of time, his head throbbed in pain.

“Greetings, senior. I’m Desolate Martial.”

Su Zimo hurried before the storyteller and bowed.

“Fufu, we meet again,”

Earlier on, the storyteller had a disdainful expression towards Lin Xuanji. However, in the blink of an eye, his expression changed as he nodded towards Su Zimo with a pleasant expression.

Creak! Creak!

Lin Xuanji clenched his fists and ground his teeth in anger!

The attitude of the storyteller towards Su Zimo caused the hearts of everyone from Enigma Palace to skip a beat.

Half-Martial Ancestor Qian Tian and Half-Martial Ancestor Divine Turtle-Dove had ugly expressions and looked at Heavenly Secrets instinctively.

Heavenly Secrets was expressionless.

Right then, Patriarch Qing Cheng advanced and bowed to the storyteller, causing an uproar!

Not many cultivators of Enigma Palace knew of the storyteller’s identity, let alone outsiders.

But now that even Patriarch Qing Cheng had to bow down, just who was this storyteller?

Or rather, what was his cultivation realm?

Could he be an Emperor?!

Su Zimo was secretly alarmed as well.

He had met the storyteller twice but he did not expect the latter to have such a powerful background!

“Greetings…”

The moment Patriarch Qing Cheng spoke, the storyteller waved it off and interrupted, “Rise.”

The old storyteller had a disdainful expression towards Lin Xuanji and was delighted towards Su Zimo. Now that he turned to face Patriarch Qing Cheng, he had a new expression again.

“You were the one who wanted to cripple his cultivation earlier on?”

The storyteller asked indifferently with a calm tone and no one could guess his emotions.

“Yes,”

In front of the storyteller, Patriarch Qing Cheng clearly became a little cautious and no longer had his dominance from earlier on. “This Desolate Martial fought in front of Enigma Palace…”

“You know that he’s Desolate Martial?”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the storyteller’s question.

Although Patriarch Qing Cheng was interrupted twice in a row, there was no displeasure on his face.

“I know,”

Patriarch Qing Cheng replied honestly.

“I don’t care what Desolate Martial did in front of Enigma Palace,”

The storyteller said slowly, “He once established the Martial Dao and imparted martial arts to all living beings, allowing everyone in the world to cultivate and bring blessings to the world! Aren’t you afraid of divine retribution for crippling someone with such merit?”

The storyteller’s tone turned increasingly stern and towards the end, he was already lecturing!

Patriarch Qing Cheng lowered his head slightly with a terrible expression.

He was different from Lin Xuanji.

He was a Mahayana Patriarch after all. It was truly embarrassing for him to be scolded like this in public.

“Actually, it’s not Patriarch Qing Cheng’s fault,”

The Palace Lord of Enigma Palace could not help but say, “Desolate Martial and the others have truly gone too far. They arrived at the entrance of Enigma Palace and destroyed the stele with the Human Emperor’s handwriting, killing a few Mighty Figures and injuring many Half-Martial Ancestors. They even declared that they wanted to kill our young master of Enigma Palace!”

“If Patriarch Qing Cheng did not attack and allowed Desolate Martial and the others to charge into Enigma Palace, they would probably start a massacre given their natures!”

Half-Martial Ancestor Qian Tian added hurriedly, “The Palace Lord is right. Patriarch Qing Cheng already gave Desolate Martial a chance for him to retreat, but he still pushed his luck. The Patriarch had no choice but to cripple his cultivation.”

“Nonsense, we’re not here to make Enigma Palace our enemy. We’re only here to settle scores with Heavenly Secrets!” Demoness Ji hollered.

“Hmph! Heavenly Secrets is our young master of Enigma Palace. He’s not someone you can provoke casually!”

Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze sneered.

“The young master of Enigma Palace?”

The storyteller raised his brow and shifted his gaze slowly towards Heavenly Secrets, asking faintly, “When did you become the young master of Enigma Palace?”