
Yongchun's departure could not be said yet but this was related to the power of the God's Eye. What he had previously understood was why his blind self could still see. Now, Yongchun could see it perfectly just as he had before he lost both eyes.
And before his departure, Yongchun met Wang Xian the Emperor in the new Dynasty. Sitting like an Emperor and a ruler of the region, he might be waiting for Yongchun's arrival today.
“Wang Xian, our deal will end if you have returned my cultivation by sending what my residents in the middle east region need.”
Wang Xian nodded then said, “I will keep my promise. Thank you for your help the cursed Eye of the Gods.”
“You insulted me, huh?” yongchun thought he felt that his name sounded mocking.
“Ashura, I want to say one thing to you. About the purpose of Ming Guo, the second Emperor you have defeated. He had the intention to kill you knowing you were a threat. You are the arch-enemy of Ming Guo as the Commander of Hell,” Wang Xian said without regard to the Yongchun protests.
“Hm, yes. I-i know. But why is he that weak?” yongchun asked with a face that did not care.
“Indeed he is the Commander of Hell. Maybe you've met Niao, so you know who Ming Guo really is. This obscure black power also comes from hell itself.”
“So ..You mean that if Ming Guo comes to the human world, he will weaken unlike in hell where it is?” yongchun thought logically. Because Ming Guo could be easily defeated by him.
“Yes, that's it. Foolish enough to rule this world while his own strength was ineffective than when he was in hell,” Wang Xian humbled Ming Guo.
“Simply he's looking for his minions. It turns out that he can't fight me directly. That's interesting, but why did you tell Ming Guo's purpose? While I myself can guess it,” said Yongchun.
“In other regions, there are some people like you. Not only has the power in, some of these people also have a part of the body of the god who is cursed,” he explained about the power.
“Eh? Seriously? I thought it was just me..” Yongchun wouldn't be that easy to believe. But if you look at the coastline, the world is quite wide. So something strange must be there somewhere.
“I'm not kidding. That is why Ming Guo intends to get rid of you. Instead, you will rule the world before him.”
“I have no such ambition. But about the body of the damned god, I began to believe because I felt another great power in another region,” Yongchun said as he turned his gaze outward.
Wang Xian glanced in the same direction but could not feel what Yongchun was really feeling.
“Hey, is that all you told me?” ask Yongchun.
“Iya.”
Yongchun then smiled, turning to him he threw a small bag of grain in it. Wang Xian was somewhat surprised when he saw the contents of the pouch.
“Why did you give this?” Wang Xian asked with a bit of suspicion.
“That seed. It will grow if you plant it in the ground and then water it with water. That way the seeds will grow into a plant that you will understand later,” explained Yongchun.
“Lalu—”
Wush! The wind turned back on Wang Xian's body as Yongchun slightly pulled the blade of his sword for a few seconds.
“Then, don't forget the agreement. Then, the plague that has happened here will be helped by my first wife, Relia. Suppose he managed to make them recover to the ready, do not forget the rewards that deserve,”, Yongchun said once again confirmed.
From his words it sounded like he was a merchant. Wang Xian simply fell silent by recalling everything said by him after turning around and leaving just like that.
The seed of the plant has reached the hands of those in need. Because the traces of damage from all places, although it is not entirely wrong Yongchun, he still thinks how the residents of the northeast will live later if all the fields are damaged.
Therefore, Yongchun gave the seeds in one small bag. And then Wang Xian gave it to the people who grew crops. Until one of the farmers remembered something about the seed.
He seemed to have guessed that this seed came from someone he knew. He met Wang Xian in a hurry and hoped to be found by the seedgiver. But Wang Xian only shook his head in a sign that the person was most likely long gone.
Disappointed, he could only take a deep breath while stepping foot out of Wulan Palace. If he had met the seed-giver, he would have been quite happy.
Until one day, he met a man in shabby clothes while covering his vision with a palm. He seems to be looking for something.
“What are you looking for?” ask the farmer.
“Oh, no. I was just trying to find a piece of cloth to close my eyes,” he replied.
The farmer gave him a piece of cloth he had from the one he had tied to his waist. Give the cloth to her and hope it won't be a problem.
“Thank you.”
Soon the man tied him up and the farmer began to think of something else. This man is Ashura. He turned his gaze to the waist and saw two swords, adding to the certainty that this person was Ashura.
“Asyura, King Swordsman?”
Suddenly surprised. Yongchun momentarily fell silent before finally leaving. He looked to the side and asked who he was.
“Sorry before that do you know where the person who gave this seed to the northeast region?”
“That's what I gave him. What's up?” Yongchun turned around to ask.
“Then where is Gupta? Is she okay? I've been looking for it for years but because I get lost so I'm stuck here,” he said with a sad face.
Yongchun could not open his mouth to speak. Shut up and think what he should have told this person in front of him.
“Hey, say!” The farmer asked him to answer.
“I'm sorry. Gupta was gone 5 years ago. He left us all when the civil war ended.”
This farmer was a colleague of Gupta who was also in the same region. The Indian Sea, that's the place that became their homeland before deciding to go to another region.
However, fate no longer brought the two of them together. Gupta was long gone, so surprised he fell to his knees helplessly crying sobbing. Yongchun only kept silent after telling the truth, while enduring the bitter taste on the tongue. Because the mistake was to make Gupta, their friend must be gone.