The Swordsman of the Gods

034. Yongchun Being One of the 7 Celestials?

After Relia and Nia came to the origin of the sound, Yongchun laid himself down on a pile of snow. He fell asleep and Relia immediately took him to a safe place.

The Wang residence.

With Wang Xian, Zhao and Yongchun in the same room. They all looked exhausted.

“What happened to Wang Xian?” zhao asked curiously.

“I don't know either. Who are you anyway?” Nia turned around to ask. He had only seen the first time that there was a man who was almost as big as this room. There are wounds everywhere but they still look fresh from the outside and inside.

“I'm Zhao Yun, Miss. I heard Yongchun has two wives. Is that you guys?” thought Zhao Yun. And that's absolutely true.

“Iya. Right you are.”

Cousin Wang also fell asleep there. No one would hear this conversation other than those who were still awake.

The Discussion of the Cursed Eye of God.

“But this is so strange. Wang Xian was not usually injured. But I understand that this is because of Yongchun. Because Yongchun's aura was now fused with his. Am I wrong?”

“Stop scraping something from us. We had just come to that place and found out they had been this way first. What do you mean, Master Zhao Yun? As if you understood what had happened,” said Nia.

“How will I tell you, huh? It's kind of complicated. But it doesn't matter. Because maybe you will quickly understand it. This is demonic art. It was demonic art that injured both of them. The worst Wang Xian. His arm was cut off, in part of his chest was injured quite badly.” Zhao Yun spoke as he examined Wang Xian's other wounds.

No other injuries than those mentioned. But luckily, Wang Xian was still able to be saved thanks to Relia, who was now taking care of him. Including Zhao Yun, he might look fine for being able to talk as usual but his injuries remained as severe as the others.

Zhao Yun initially refused because he did not like drugs, including incense made by Wang's cousins, Zhao Yun threw it into the outer yard.

***

The dawn has gone. The residents who had come out somewhere had returned. Likewise with the people who are still in their homes.

Seeing corpses scattered everywhere. The smell of blood, instantly made them nauseous. The former war with the rebels is still there, no one has cleared this up.

The residents are complaining too. One by one they began to speak harsh words, they chided the irresponsible about this.

“Yes, geez. What are they doing exactly?”

“True, deh ..”

Without knowing what the warriors did to death in the middle of winter.

Emperor Ming called the cult leaders to talk about the rebellion that happened last night.

Many of them were reluctant to go there because they were already very tired. But what can be done, this is an order from the ruler of the northeast region.

“Where is Leader Wang?” ask Li Bai.

“He is still unconscious. By the way why does it seem like only Leader Wang is injured? Did you really help her? I feel sorry for our leader,” Zhao Yun chirped with a big smile.

“Don't say that,” said Li Bai covering half of his face with a fan.

“That's absolutely right. Leader Wang attempted to strike alone the rebels inside the cave. I'm sure you're a little disappointed not to go there, Leader Zhao.” Xie Xie chuckled.

“You both are okay. But I got the sap,” Yang Jian said.

“Omong empty. I was also slightly injured because my strength was suffocating myself to know. Didn't see that day, huh? If only there were no Yongchun, maybe I would die silly,” Xie Xie said.

“Can't you wear footwear? I'm sure both of your feet must have hurt while stepping on the pebbles in the park earlier,” Yang Jian said.

“Your Majesty has never protested against me. Why are you protesting?”

Everyone is heading to the throne room. Except for Luo who was dead and Wang Xian who was still unconscious.

They all looked lethargic, but tried to stay as firm as they usually did. Moreover, Emperor Ming summoned them.

Not long after, Yongchun came. The cult leaders were shocked by his existence. Remember what happened that night.

Wang Xian and Yang Jian were injured by it. But something changed from the atmosphere felt by Yongchun.

Warmth, not the slightest lie appeared. They welcomed Yongchun.

“I thought you were going to die, Yongchun.” Yang Jian spoke then smiled faintly.

Yongchun returned a smile and said, “Ya, thank you. Having warned this naive me,” he said then passed them.

“You were called by him?” li Bai asked Yongchun.

“Yes. Maybe because last night I finished off the rebel leader,” he replied in an arrogant tone.

“Do not get it wrong. There are thousands of rebels. What you felt yesterday turned out to be just their demon arts are big, not because they have a lot, right?” sahut Yang Jian followed Yongchun's footsteps.

“As I will escort you voluntarily to the place where the rebel is. I don't want them slaughtered. Because those thousands of people are more than enough to help me later.” Yongchun only bathes. He chuckled at Yang Jian's disheveled face.

“Ah ..I so add do not understand. What the hell were you guys doing last night? I couldn't sleep yesterday, and again cousin Wang became noisy. Either now they could wake up or not,” Zhao Yun grumbled.

“What are you doing cousin Wang?” Li Bai asked.

“Ah, I don't know? As I recall yesterday, I was at Wang's residence and they were there to take care of this wounded me.”

“Hoi, that's not what I asked.”

In the throne room. Emperor Ming welcomed the arrival of all of them who later prostrated.

Emperor Ming was still clearly visible with that look of arrogance. He sat down and smiled widely while glancing at his subordinates.

“I congratulate all of you who bravely fought the rebels. I felt the tension up here. That Devil Art, you defeated it, didn't you?” Emperor Ming spoke.

“What a great, Your Majesty! May you be healthy always and the empire prosper. As His Majesty said, the Demon Art reappeared. We have already eliminated such a person thanks to the help of Wang Yongchun, a newcomer.” Li Bai stayed down and reported everything he knew that day.

Then Leader Xie came to report. “Your Majesty, before that Demon Art reappears. The rebels seemed to have no intention of doing anything bad to the population. I'm sure, last night they headed to Wulan's Palace.”

Emperor Ming nodded before saying, “Ya. They came here. Then what about Leader Wang?”

“He's hurt, Your Honor. Until now has not been aware,” said Zhao Yun.

That smile never escaped his arrogant face. He looked at Yongchun, the aura he gave off was bright, sparks burning.

There's something to tell.

“You know very well, what happened to Leader Luo. He committed suicide trying to use the Devil Art.”

The cult leaders were shocked, as was Yongchun. He only learned of Luo's reason for killing himself that day.

“Then, considering Wang Yongchun's services by helping you and him return unharmed, I intend to appoint Wang Yongchun as the leader of the 7 Heavenly Cult! Do any of you mind my decision?” the Emperor Ming.

Makes the room feel shaky. It is clear from their emotions that are not shown openly, that they are not surprised to be very happy with the news.

But Yongchun is not.

“Crazy, huh? I am the ruler of the Middle East. He could have thought this trivial thing ..”

Also, no one spoke up about Yongchun's true identity! They agreed to hide this in silence.

“I consider this good news.”