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Chapter 163 - 0160: Is There Anything More Anticipated Than My Arrival?

Chapter 163: Chapter 0160: Is There Anything More Anticipated Than My Arrival?

Outside the Imperial Court.

"This is the entrance to the Imperial Court. Let’s go. Follow me inside—we must settle the score properly with the Imperial Court and see how this matter can be resolved."

Lin Fan looked up. The Imperial Court was grand and imposing, shrouded in auspicious energy overhead, with a thick air of destiny coalescing into the form of a Golden Dragon curling and resting.

The Golden Dragon lay dormant with its eyes closed, then suddenly opened its golden eyes wide.

It seemed to sense someone observing it.

But despite searching, it could not identify the observer.

In every place, there is talk of destiny. The stronger the destiny, the more dominant the place.

If a great power were to smash the Golden Dragon of destiny tethered to the Imperial Court—or devour it—then the Imperial Court would inevitably face catastrophe: natural disasters, human tragedies, and widespread chaos from vile creatures.

Thus,

the Imperial Court was gifted treasures by the Immortal Sect to stabilize its destiny while gathering destiny from all directions, ensuring the Imperial Court’s rule grew increasingly stronger.

"Lin Fan, are we really going inside?" Wang Zhou asked, his heart filled with worry. The Imperial Court was not a place one could enter easily. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Lin Fan—it was just that the idea felt too overbearing, something hard to accept in such a short time.

Lin Fan replied, "Of course we’re going in. How else are we supposed to meet that old Emperor? And without meeting him, how can we resolve this issue?"

"Come, follow me. Don’t worry."

Wang Zhou and the others had nothing else to say.

They had already come this far; they might as well have no reservations.

The Imperial Court was heavily guarded. Usually, soldiers manned the walls and gates of the Imperial Court. Today, with it being the Emperor’s birthday, security was naturally even tighter.

Before they could even approach the gates, soldiers standing atop the walls had spotted Lin Fan and his group.

Whoosh!

An arrow shot through the air, its tail emitting a light hum. It then struck the ground with a clear "ding".

"This is the sacred ground of the Imperial Court. Leave at once, or you will be killed without mercy."

The soldiers in the distance were on high alert. Today was the Emperor’s birthday—any disruption would result in severe punishment for negligence in their duties.

Lin Fan didn’t stop, continuing forward with his group. He left the soldiers’ warnings unheeded.

At this moment, a military officer in armor stood atop the city wall. Seeing the approaching figures in the distance, he furrowed his brows deeply. He couldn’t discern who these people were or what their intent was, but this was the gate to the Imperial Court—how could he allow anyone to approach it freely?

"Kill them. Leave no survivors."

With a wave of his hand, he gave the order. There had already been warnings, and the group hadn’t identified themselves—they were to be treated as assassins.

"Understood."

One soldier passed the command to another, and so forth.

"Kill them."

"Kill them."

The soldiers stationed on the wall were all masters of Martial Arts. After all, to be tasked with safeguarding the Imperial Court meant no ordinary individuals could hold the position. Even a multitude of ordinary men would be ants before martial masters.

In an instant,

each soldier took hold of bows that could shoot heavy stone arrows, drawing them to full tension. Their presence surged furiously, inner strength continuously gathering upon the arrows. Even opponents clad in solid iron armor would be pierced.

The officer raised his hand, his gaze locked on Lin Fan and his people. His palm suddenly pressed downward as he shouted,

"Fire!"

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

A barrage of arrows glimmered brightly, blotting out the sky as they sped toward Lin Fan’s group, their trajectory swift enough to arrive in the blink of an eye.

Such a terrifying assault was something even a master of the Innate Realm couldn’t endure. These arrows were specifically designed to break through the inner strength and gang qi of Innate experts. If anyone had the audacity to fight such an offense head-on, the outcome would undoubtedly be their body riddled like a honeycomb.

"Oh heavens! This is way too overwhelming!"

Wang Baoliu’s eyes widened. He had never seen such a scene before—it was enormously frightening.

Nervous, he shrank his body back.

But he still courageously stood behind Lin Fan. He didn’t need to say anything—following the leader was always the safest option. Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

And then,

An astounding moment unfolded.

The speeding arrows that closed in on Lin Fan’s group suddenly seemed as though obstructed by an unseen barrier. They all froze mid-air, unable to advance a single inch.

"This..."

"How can this be possible?"

The soldiers on the city wall were stunned, their eyes widening as if they had seen ghosts. They had never imagined encountering such a phenomenon.

The military officer, experienced and discerning, immediately understood.

There was no way this could be the work of ordinary Martial Artists. His expression shifted dramatically as he shouted,

"I humbly ask what business this esteemed Immortal Master has at the Imperial Court today."

The opponent must be a cultivator.

Otherwise, such abilities were beyond imagining.

Lin Fan did not respond. Instead, he clenched his fist. The gathered arrows clustered into a singular mass under his control. With a slight push of his palm, the arrows surged forward at an even faster speed, heading straight for the gates of the Imperial Court.

Whoosh.

In the blink of an eye.

Boom!

The arrows shattered the gates of the Imperial Court into fragments.

Wang Zhou stared in horror at the scene before him. It was too shocking. He had never expected Lin Fan’s power to be so formidable. Was this what happened after cultivating immortality—becoming so overwhelmingly strong?

He once wanted to pursue cultivation himself, to become one of those immortals who roamed freely through heaven and earth.

But ever since confirming he lacked a Spirit Root, he had abandoned such unrealistic dreams.

Witnessing Lin Fan’s progress in just a few short months, advancing to such a degree, was truly awe-inspiring.

The soldiers below the broken city wall turned stiffly, their gaze falling upon the shattered gates of the Imperial Court. A gate that had stood intact was now reduced to rubble—it felt utterly surreal.

The military officer saw that there were soldiers still readying their bows and quickly intervened, "Stop! Everyone, stop! No one is permitted to make a move!"

Others might not understand.

But he knew very well what was happening now.

They were likely facing an immortal cultivator.

What fool would think a group of mortal Martial Artists could stand against a cultivator? That notion was sheer lunacy.

Descending swiftly from the city wall, the officer boldly approached Lin Fan. It wasn’t that he wasn’t afraid—it was clear to him that if a cultivator wished to kill him, even staying atop the wall would be pointless.

"May I inquire which sect and school this esteemed Immortal Master belongs to?" The officer asked, his tone respectful.

"Taiwu Immortal Sect," Lin Fan replied calmly.

The officer breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing those words. The Imperial Court was under the protection of Taiwu Immortal Sect, so this should not lead to trouble. Then he immediately followed up, "Immortal Master, may I know the purpose of your visit to the Imperial Court? I will go deliver your message at once."

"This matter is none of your business. Do not bother me. I will handle it myself," Lin Fan said dismissively. With a subtle push of his palm, the officer felt an overwhelming force crushing down on him, sending him flying backward.

The officer realized the Immortal Master had spared his life, but he knew he couldn’t simply walk away from this. Hurrying away from the scene, he resolved to seek reinforcements. Matters involving the Imperial Court were never trivial.

"Don’t worry. Rest assured and follow me to meet this Emperor for a proper conversation. No one in this Imperial Court can harm us," Lin Fan declared.

Wang Zhou had long begun trusting Lin Fan’s words implicitly.

What he had just witnessed—so domineering and awe-inspiring—left him in utter shock, unable to find the words to describe it. Such methods were indeed the acts of a true immortal.

Inside the Imperial Court.

The Emperor’s birthday was a grand event celebrated throughout the realm. The most prominent figures of Great Zhou City had been invited to offer their congratulations.

Atop the high platform, the Emperor sat at the center, flanked by his closest kin on both sides—Queen, children, and others.

Below on either side were Imperial Court officials, the Serpent Gang’s leader, and various luminaries.

Emperor Renhe had ruled for thirty years. At the age of twenty, he had been granted sovereignty by Taiwu Immortal Sect. To this day, he had many children, yet still no appointed Crown Prince.

With the Immortal Sect’s support and the use of elixirs, the Emperor’s health remained impeccable, immune to all illnesses.

Though Emperor Renhe was a master of Martial Arts, possessing the potential for immortality cultivation, Taiwu Immortal Sect had decreed that no emperor could cultivate immortality—if one cultivated, they must relinquish the throne.

Unwilling to let go of power, Emperor Renhe decided to enjoy the pleasures of ruling as the monarch of a dynasty. As for immortality, he would consider it after stepping down from the throne.

"Your Majesty, I bring to you a Divine Tree as my tribute, hoping it pleases you," the Serpent Gang’s leader, King Zhou Zhen, said with a respectful bow. With a light clap, two soldiers entered bearing an object covered in golden cloth. The object, from its shape, appeared to be a small sapling.

"Oh? What kind of Divine Tree is this?" Emperor Renhe asked curiously, leaning forward slightly as though eager to see.

He knew that anything King Zhou Zhen gifted would surely be extraordinary.

The Serpent Gang’s vast influence and tremendous wealth were well-known.

If not for the protection of the Immortal Sect, the Serpent Gang might have long overthrown the Imperial Court.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to unveil it." King Zhou Zhen lifted the golden cloth, revealing the half-man-tall tree underneath. Its leaves shimmered with a fiery red glow, bearing one singular fruit adorned with intertwining golden-red patterns.

"Your Majesty, this is the Fire Dragon Tree. It grows within volcanic craters and is said to be guarded by a fire dragon, absorbing its essence to flourish. By chance, I acquired it and specially present it to Your Majesty."

"Consuming this fruit can increase one’s lifespan by thirty years and bestow other extraordinary effects."

King Zhou Zhen had paid a great price to obtain this Spirit Tree. Of the three fruits it bore, he had consumed two himself, leaving one to gift the Emperor—an act of generosity.

The Serpent Gang’s sustained dominance wasn’t solely due to ties with the Immortal Sect; the Imperial Court’s favor was also crucial. Should hostility arise between the two forces, problems would abound. Thus, appeasement was sometimes necessary.

The surrounding dignitaries, upon hearing about the fruit’s ability to extend life by thirty years, had eyes sparkling with envy.

Who wouldn’t want an additional thirty years of life?

Even immortals would covet it.

Yet treasures capable of increasing longevity were exceedingly rare. Many would never encounter them in their lifetimes. Even the Emperor only received a single lifespan-extending elixir from the Immortal Sect upon his coronation, granting fifty years.

Hence, the gift King Zhou Zhen presented was enough to make everyone’s hearts burn with greed.

"Excellent, excellent! This is truly marvelous!" Emperor Renhe exclaimed joyfully, his face illuminating with a radiant smile. "King Zhou Zhen, you are a man of great merit. The Great Zhou Dynasty is fortunate to have an unrivaled talent like you to resolve many of my troubles."

King Zhou Zhen smiled lightly, withdrawing slowly.

His offering was complete; his role here had ended.

This was nothing more than a formality.

"Father Emperor, your daughter wishes to offer a dance in celebration of your birthday," said a young woman seated next to the Emperor sweetly. She was Emperor Renhe’s most favored youngest daughter, born with exceptional beauty akin to a flower—like a true fairy.

"Wonderful! My little princess wishes to offer a birthday dance for her Father Emperor—I eagerly look forward to it," Emperor Renhe replied.

Creaaak!

Just then,

The red doors of the grand hall were pushed open.

A voice echoed coolly across the chamber.

"Looking forward? Is there anything more worth anticipating than my arrival?"

Immediately,

All eyes turned toward the entrance.

They were eager to see who had arrived.

PS: My cousin’s wedding had me busy as part of the bridal party. Started at 9 a.m., traveled out of town, and only returned by midnight. I’ll make up for the missed updates. Sorry, everyone.

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