Eternal Sacred King

“Brother Yan!”

Worried, Su Zimo arrived beside Yan Beichen in a flash and took out a few elixirs from his storage bag, stuffing them into Yan Beichen’s mouth forcefully.

The storyteller tapped his finger gently and a divine light entered Yan Beichen’s body.

Yan Beichen’s injuries stabilized rapidly.

“He’s fine, merely severely injured. Now that he got his revenge, the tension in his mind was released and thus he was temporarily knocked out,”

The storyteller said, “Given his bloodline, he only needs to recuperate for a few days and will recover mostly. Unless he commit suicide, it’s difficult for the successor of the Fiend Emperor Hatred to die.”

“His injuries are not external, but internal,”

The storyteller said meaningfully.

Su Zimo understood.

Yan Beichen’s true injury was in his heart.

Initially, he felt extremely guilty and remorseful. Living in pain everyday, the only thing that supported him to survive was revenge.

Now that Yan Beichen had taken his revenge and lost his obsession, there was a high chance that he would commit suicide like the Fiend Emperor Hatred!

“In a while, stay in Enigma Palace for a few days with him,”

The storyteller said, “You can try and talk sense into him when he’s awake.”

“Thank you, senior,”

Su Zimo expressed his thanks hurriedly.

Today, Yan Beichen charged into Enigma Palace and even killed Half-Martial Ancestors of Enigma Palace. However, instead of blaming Yan Beichen, the storyteller retained him.

His bearing and magnanimity was something that the other cultivators of Enigma Palace could not compare to!

Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze frowned and took a step forward, as though he wanted to say something.

Patriarch Qing Cheng glared at him and shook his head gently.

Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze was alarmed and retreated hurriedly.

Su Zimo supported Yan Beichen up first and handed him to Ming Zhen to take care of. He then came before the storyteller and bowed deeply. “I was rude today and barged into Enigma Palace, fighting all the cultivators here. Please forgive me, senior.”

“It’s nothing much. There’s a reason for it so you’re not to blame,”

The storyteller did not have any intention of blaming him. Instead, he smiled and said, “Furthermore, you’ve already been very restrained compared to the battle at Heaven and Earth Valley.”

Actually, not many people had truly died up till this point of the battle.

Even for some Half-Martial Ancestors of Enigma Palace who were severely injured, only their physical bodies were destroyed—their Essence Spirits managed to escape.

Given Su Zimo’s capabilities, it would be extremely easy for him to kill their Essence Spirits.

Although the storyteller was not present, he seemed to have seen through everything.

He knew in his heart that if Su Zimo were to truly start a massacre, there would be rivers of blood in front of Enigma Palace!

Su Zimo handed the Dharmic Breaking Bow over. “This is a treasure of Enigma Palace. Since today’s matter has been resolved, I’ll return it to its owner.”

The storyteller glanced at it indifferently and said, “Since you snatched this bow, take it.”

“Ah?

Su Zimo froze for a moment.

This Dharmic bow was one of the Unique Treasures and its terrifying might was revealed earlier on.

In his hands, the power was even more shocking!

The storyteller had given him such a great treasure casually!

“How can that do?!”

Finally, Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze could not help but say, “This Dharmic Breaking Bow is an ancient Unique Treasure and one of the great treasures of Enigma Palace. How can we give it to outsiders casually?”

“You still have the cheek to say that?”

The storyteller sneered, “Since you can’t even protect the Dharmic Breaking Bow and let someone snatch it away, it proves that the bow is nothing in your hands. You might as well give it to someone else.”

“Even if it’s given to others, it can’t be Desolate Martial!”

Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze’s face flushed red as he argued, “Desolate Martial just killed a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure of our palace and severely injured several Half-Martial Ancestor experts. If we give him the Dharmic Breaking Bow, wouldn’t the cultivators of the palace be disheartened?!”

“Disheartened?”

The storyteller sneered once more, “What’s more disheartening than having an incapable Palace Lord who can’t differentiate between right and wrong?”

Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze shuddered.

The storyteller’s gaze landed on Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze and the others as he said coldly, “You guys are truly promising. The outcome of a group of you discussing was to join forces with the primordial races! That’s akin to asking a tiger for its skin!”

“A primordial taboo is a reason for you guys to join forces with the primordial races?”

“You guys have truly forgotten about your roots! Damn it!”

The storyteller’s tone was extremely stern and his gaze eventually landed on Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze. “Qing Ze, you’re useless and can’t tell between right from wrong, twisting the facts. From this day forth, you shall relinquish your position as the Palace Lord and reflect on your mistakes on your own! Without my orders, you’re not to come out of seclusion!”

The crowd fell into an uproar.

Nobody expected that the position of the Palace Lord of Enigma Palace of Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze would be removed because of this battle!

That punishment was extremely severe!

“Isn’t this punishment a little overboard?”

Patriarch Qing Cheng frowned slightly and whispered.

“How can we blame this on Fellow Daoist Qing Ze?”

Half-Martial Ancestor Qian Tian stood out and looked at the storyteller. “Although you’re this generation’s storyteller of Enigma Palace and have an extraordinary status, you can’t be so unreasonable, right?”

Su Zimo’s heart stirred.

From the tone of Half-Martial Ancestor Qian Tian, it seemed like the status of being a storyteller was far from simple!

Half-Martial Ancestor Divine Turtle-Dove nodded as well. “Desolate Martial and the others attacked our sect today and demanded for one of ours. We had no choice but to fight! No matter what, for today’s matter, Desolate Martial and the others were the ones who were rude first!”

“Fufu,”

The storyteller sneered, “I’ve been playing with the mortal world and haven’t returned to the palace for a long time. I’ve got to thank Desolate Martial this time round. If not for their antics, I wouldn’t have known that Enigma Palace would have been reduced to such a state!”

“Enigma Palace sure is a motley place right now. All sorts of troublemakers have popped out for this battle,”

There was a cold killing intent in the storyteller’s tone!

Both Half-Martial Ancestor Qian Tian and Half-Martial Ancestor Divine Turtle-Dove felt guilty and their gazes flickered. They no longer argued and remained silent.

“That’s not all,”

The storyteller’s expression was cold and he no longer had the cheeky attitude from earlier on as he said slowly, “That girl is the successor of Founder Master Ling Long. Even I won’t hurt her. Yet, you guys tried to kill her?”

Half-Martial Ancestor Qing Ze, Half-Martial Ancestor Li Heng and the others lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

Indeed, they were in the wrong for this matter.

After obtaining Fairy Ling Long’s inheritance, Demoness Ji’s status was even nobler than the Palace Lord of Enigma Palace—nobody from Enigma Palace could hurt her!

Their attack was equivalent to the greatest disrespect to Founder Master Ling Long!

Demoness Ji had a ball of pent-up anger in her heart.

Now that she heard the storyteller’s words, her anger vanished instantly as she could not help but laugh. Bowing to the storyteller, she said, ‘Senior, thank you for helping me vent my anger.”

“It’s nothing,”

The storyteller waved it off.

“Senior, I’m fine. Let’s forget about today’s matter,”

Demoness Ji did not want to sow grudges with most of the experts of Enigma Palace over such a small matter either.

“No worries,”

The storyteller shook his head. “Today’s matter isn’t over yet!”

The old storyteller’s gaze landed on Half-Martial Ancestor Qian Tian and Half-Martial Ancestor Divine Turtle-Dove as he asked coldly, “When did you guys learn the Blood Refinement Fiend Sutra, huh?”