Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 264 - 265: Two Conditions (5th Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

Chapter 264: Chapter 265: Two Conditions (5th Update) (Please Bookmark, Tip, and Recommend)

"Chu Fengmian, acting too rigidly can lead to your downfall, and while youthful arrogance is tolerable, pride will only lead to your destruction,"

the Ink Sage said sternly upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s words.

"Our Wusheng Academy is in an alliance with the four major sects; I cannot possibly accept this condition."

"Alliance? Ink Sage, when you say that, it sounds rather false coming from you."

A hint of a smile appeared on Chu Fengmian’s lips as he spoke confidently.

"Between Wusheng Academy and the four major sects, there’s always been open rivalry and hidden conflicts. By taking this opportunity to kill these people, I’ll be doing Wusheng Academy a favor by removing a major threat."

"Surely you understand what to consider, Ink Sage."

"Very well, I agree to your terms. You may kill these people from the Candleflame Sect; I will not stop you,"

the Ink Sage said after pondering deeply, taking a step back and willingly agreeing to Chu Fengmian’s demand.

Indeed, as Chu Fengmian had said, there was no real fellowship between Wusheng Academy and the four major sects; they were all engaged in constant struggle, each wishing to annihilate the other.

He truly had no reason to offend Chu Fengmian to protect these people from the Candleflame Sect. Killing them would weaken the Candleflame Sect, which would benefit them as well.

Upon hearing the Ink Sage’s response, the faces of the disciples from the Candleflame Sect changed drastically, as if their end was near.

As for Yan Mang, after hearing the Ink Sage’s reply, he suddenly turned and transformed into a streak of light, attempting to flee.

"Thinking of escaping?"

Chu Fengmian scoffed coldly, looking at Yan Mang. He again activated the Riches Stele in his hand, which swiftly turned into a beam of light and blasted towards Yan Mang at a speed a million times faster.

In an instant, Yan Mang was annihilated by Chu Fengmian.

All of his vitality was completely devoured by Chu Fengmian, and those Candleflame Sect disciples who tried to flee could not escape his grasp.

"Boom! Boom!"

With a single palm strike, Chu Fengmian obliterated all the Candleflame Sect disciples, devouring all of their vitality.

"I have agreed to your first condition. Chu Fengmian, you also have responsibility for today’s chaos at the Wusheng Academy, so you must make amends for the academy,"

the Ink Sage said, looking at Chu Fengmian.

"The new round of the Six-Nation Campaign is about to begin, and our Wusheng Academy will also join Wusheng Country’s forces. You must go and slay warriors from the other five countries."

"Today, you’ve killed three Sages; you must slay three Sages from the other five countries and one hundred Innate Realm Martial Artists as compensation."

The Six-Nation Campaign is a grand battle occurring every thirty years among the six nations surrounding Wusheng, where warriors clash and vie for resources.

Each campaign sees a multitude of warriors emerging from countless seas of blood, cultivating strong fighters and contesting for dominance.

Only through countless battles can a true warrior grow, and the Six-Nation Campaign provides the perfect crucible.

Warriors at the Body Refining Realm, the Divine Sea Realm, the Riding Wind Realm, and even Sages—all of these are combat forces in the Six-Nation Campaign. Today, Chu Fengmian has slain three Sages, which means Wusheng Country has lost a significant portion of its fighting power. Hence, Chu Fengmian must fight in the campaign today.

"Participate in the Six-Nation Campaign, slay three Sages, one hundred Riding Wind Realm Martial Artists? No problem,"

Chu Fengmian smiled and said, as the condition was of no concern to him.

He had heard of the Six-Nation Campaign and originally planned to participate, not to battle for Wusheng Country’s sake, but because he knew he could gain numerous benefits and freely plunder resources of enemy nations during the campaign.

This fact did captivate him. Currently, Chu Fengmian had exhausted all his resources and pills for breakthroughs and was in need of replenishment, also to continue accumulating for his future cultivation.

"As long as you agree to my second condition, I will assist in slaying five saints."

Chu Fengmian burst into laughter, raising the number by two.

"Is that the truth?"

The Ink Saint’s eyes lit up upon hearing this.

The Martial Victorious Nation was already at a disadvantage among the six nations, and to slay the saints of the opposing side generally required rare high-order saints to accomplish.

How many high-order saints did the Martial Victorious Nation have? They could be counted on one hand.

People like Chu Fengmian, not high in realm, but possessing the strength to annihilate saints, were truly terrifying; they did not attract attention, yet they were more than capable of slaying saints.

The Ink Saint spoke again.

"What other conditions do you have? Speak."

"My second condition is simple, that is, to kill him."

Chu Fengmian’s eyes turned cold as he pointed to Zhi Lingtian, who was kneeling on the ground, and spoke.

Chu Fengmian was not one to spare the roots when cutting down the weeds. Zhi Lingtian too was a talented individual blessed with great fate; to allow him to flourish would be foolishness, something Chu Fengmian was certainly not.

To delay or to fail to act would mean death today for Zhi Lingtian.

"Impossible!"

"Chu Fengmian, you are delusional!"

Lei Che and Cheng Xiantian raised their voices in anger immediately.

"The Crown Prince is the successor we have chosen for our next sect leader; we will not let you kill him!"

"Chu Fengmian, don’t overstep!"

"There is only this one condition, and it is non-negotiable."

Chu Fengmian’s eyes were resolute, determined that today Zhi Lingtian must die; nothing could change his mind.

"Ancestral Founder, save me!"

Zhi Lingtian pleaded pitifully on the ground.

"If anyone saves me today, I am willing to dedicate myself to the Martial Victorious Academy forever, even as a slave."

Zhi Lingtian did not want to die. As a peerless genius, he was extremely afraid of death; he had countless achievements and was just one step away from breaking through to the realm of Divine Power and becoming a saint.

For this reason, he would rather be a slave than die, and amidst his desperate pleas, the Ink Saint fell into deep thought before speaking after a moment of contemplation.

"Chu Fengmian, propose another condition."

The Ink Saint raised an eyebrow, glanced at Zhi Lingtian, then looked at Chu Fengmian and said.

"He is a talent nurtured by our Martial Victorious Academy; you cannot simply dispose of him as you like—propose another condition."

Under the current circumstances, saving Zhi Lingtian would ensure his complete and devoted service to the Martial Victorious Academy. A saint willing to become a slave was far more valuable than someone like Chu Fengmian who could not be controlled.

The cost of fulfilling Chu Fengmian’s condition by sacrificing Zhi Lingtian was simply too great.

"Then there is nothing to discuss anymore. Today he must die, and even if you try to stop it, you won’t be able to!"

Chu Fengmian’s eyes flashed coldly as his killing intent erupted once again. His face turned in an instant, showing that he had no relations with this Ink Saint.

Since there were no conditions to discuss, there was nothing left to talk about.