Chapter 107: Emperor’s Blood

Chapter 107: Chapter 107: Emperor’s Blood

Seeing the man in the Dragon Robe suddenly make the suicidal decision to grab Su Yi as a hostage, Su Han couldn’t help but cover his face with his hand.

’Just...how much of a death wish does he have?’

However, just as his hand met his face, Su Han remembered he still had questions for the man. He quickly pulled his hand away and shouted to Miss Su, "Keep him alive."

Miss Su nodded slightly but didn’t appear to make any other move.

The middle-aged man’s lunging figure, which had been pouncing toward her, suddenly vanished. The next moment... he abruptly appeared right beside Su Han.

THUMP.

His forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. By the time the middle-aged man reached Su Han, his entire body collapsed powerlessly at his side.

"..."

Su Han looked at the man collapsed before him, who now seemed completely powerless to resist. Then he glanced at Miss Su. She acted as if nothing had happened, as if it had nothing to do with her. A wave of emotion washed over Su Han.

’This powerful backer who, for some reason, just delivered herself to my doorstep... she’s the real deal!’

’If I just hang on tight to her, I can probably save myself the trouble of learning any more skills in the future, right?’

As these thoughts ran through his mind, Su Han walked over to the middle-aged man and slowly squatted down.

He looked down, towering over him.

"Who... are you?"

"Spare me! Spare my life! I’ve been in this Imperial Mausoleum for over a thousand years, and I’ve never harmed a soul!"

Seeing this middle-aged man—who wore a face nearly identical to his own ancestor and was dressed in that ancestor’s Dragon Robe—groveling for mercy, Su Han couldn’t help but frown.

"One more word of nonsense and I’ll end you right now."

"I... I wouldn’t dare."

Su Han stared at him. "I’ll ask, you’ll answer."

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

"I... My name is Su Xiaoqi."

"Su Xiaoqi?"

Su Han subconsciously glanced at Su Xiao’Er, who had been temporarily renamed Su Xiaowu. "Your father has a real talent for names."

"Thank you for the compliment, but..."

Su Xiaoqi raised his head, glanced at Su Han, and said weakly, "My father didn’t give me my name. My master did."

Su Han raised an eyebrow. "Master?"

"Yes... the Imperial Ancestor."

"Oh? The old ancestor gave it to you?"

Su Han nodded in satisfaction. "Of course. The old ancestor might have been a bit of a rascal, but his talent for naming is right up there with mine!"

After this remark, Su Han looked at Su Xiaoqi. "Go on, then. Your identity, your origins."

"I am Su Xiaoqi. I... I was originally just an ordinary farmer in the Jing Country.

Once, bandits raided my village, and I was mortally wounded. My master was passing by and saved me. Seeing that I bore a slight resemblance to him, he kept me by his side.

My master reforged my constitution and taught me how to cultivate. I was incredibly grateful..."

Su Han sneered, "So, to show your gratitude, you lay down in the old ancestor’s coffin and decided to impersonate him?"

Su Xiaoqi: "..."

He looked up at Su Han for a moment, then lowered his head in shame. "I... I didn’t want to do it either."

Su Han looked at him with a cold smile. "Tell me the truth. What happened to the old ancestor? And why are you in his Imperial Mausoleum?"

"Master... My master passed away over a thousand years ago."

Su Han’s brow furrowed. "For real?"

"I... I saw it with my own two eyes."

Su Han’s expression turned cold. If the old ancestor had already passed away, then this Imperial Mausoleum should be his final resting place.

And yet... the one lying in his coffin was a mere servant.

Suppressing the urge to kill, Su Han stared coldly at Su Xiaoqi.

"Where is the old ancestor’s body?"

"Master... My master’s soul was obliterated right before my eyes. He... he didn’t leave a body behind."

Su Han: "..."

’The old ancestor’s... soul was obliterated?’

’How is that possible? I just saw the old ancestor’s Residual Soul pop out and act up earlier today.’

"You... you dare lie to me?"

THUMP.

Su Xiaoqi fell to his knees. "I wouldn’t dare! Every word I’ve said is the truth."

Su Han watched him, silent and contemplative.

"Back then, my master knew his time was short, so he brought me into this Imperial Mausoleum.

I owed my life to my master, so of course, I was willing to guard his tomb.

But... what I didn’t expect was that less than a month after we entered the mausoleum, my master came to me one day, his face weary. Before I could even speak, he suddenly knocked me unconscious.

When I woke up, I found that my master was forcibly pouring his entire cultivation base into me.

I was frantic and begged him to stop. Without his cultivation to sustain him, he might not have survived even a day before his life force was exhausted.

However, my master told me that only by transferring all of his cultivation to me could he gain a slim chance of survival.

I didn’t understand, but I could only let him continue the infusion.

Unexpectedly, before he could finish transferring all his cultivation, a wave of celestial might suddenly descended.

Under that celestial might, my master was utterly annihilated, body and soul. Not even a corpse or a Residual Soul remained..."

Su Han looked into Su Xiaoqi’s eyes. He didn’t see the shifty evasiveness of a liar.

On the contrary, deep within Su Xiaoqi’s eyes, he saw a trace of deeply hidden hatred.

’Hatred?’

’If it’s really as he says, that the old ancestor saved his life, why would he feel hatred?’

’Besides... his story and his actions don’t seem to line up at all.’

’If the old ancestor truly saved his life and he was willing to guard the tomb... then why would he later occupy the old ancestor’s coffin, usurping his place to impersonate him?’

’So...’

As Su Han was pondering this, a sudden, inexplicable chill ran through him.

He looked down and saw Su Xiaoqi suddenly wreathed in a black mist. A bizarre power began to spread through the air, creeping towards him.

Alarmed, Su Han subconsciously activated his Spatial Power—teleportation.

However, even though he had instantly teleported dozens of meters away, the black substance clung to him like a shadow, crossing space to follow him.

With a frown, Su Han summoned a flicker of lightning into his hand.

Celestial Thunder was the ultimate expression of pure, yang energy, capable of destroying all evil.

This black mist felt sinister and cold. If anything in the world could restrain this dark, evil power, Celestial Thunder was surely one of them.

If the lightning wasn’t enough, Su Han would have to try one of his ultimate trump cards—Celestial Punishment.

However...

Just as the lightning flared in his hand and the black mist was about to touch him...

HUMMM—

A surge of purple light burst from within Su Han’s body. The moment the black mist met this light, it dissipated without a trace.

"Huh?"

Su Han was stunned. ’That purple light just now... it wasn’t the power of the lightning I summoned.’

’So where... did that purple light come from?’

PFFT!

In the main tomb chamber, Su Xiaoqi, who was lying on the floor, shuddered violently and began to spew mouthfuls of black blood.

He struggled to lift his head and look at Su Han, his eyes filled with a disbelieving madness.

"Emperor’s Blood!"

Squeezing those two words through his teeth, Su Xiaoqi’s eyes blazed with hysterical madness.

"Old Su... I... I hate you!"