Thanks to My Enemy, I Become Immortal Emperor - Chapter 48

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The reason Liu Shunyi agreed to enter the River of Forgetfulness Secret Realm with Chen Qiaoli had two primary motivations.

Firstly, it was to hone his skills and strive for an early breakthrough in his cultivation base.

Secondly, he sought new adversaries as fuel for his progress.

As his cultivation base grew stronger, his need for increasingly potent enemies also increased.

At this stage, during his Cultivation Technique practice, anything less than purple-quality opponents would likely succumb instantly to his Blood Ignition Divine Fist.

Even Shi Changxin, being a purple-quality adversary, nearly vanished from existence when Liu Shunyi reached Foundation Establishment.

If not for Shi Changxin’s extraordinary fortune, he might have been completely consumed.

Thus, Liu Shunyi felt that his pool of suitable enemies was dwindling, necessitating him to seek fresh targets.

Considering how effortlessly this crow managed to abduct Shi Changxin without anyone noticing, Liu Shunyi surmised that its true strength must be incredibly terrifying.

The crow before him, it likely served as just a substitute.

Of course, whether a substitute or not didn’t matter.

Strong beings have their own dignity.

Even if Liu Shunyi killed a mere substitute,

it would be perceived as an insult to its true self.

That being would undoubtedly develop a killing intent towards him.

And that’s precisely what he sought.

Liu Shunyi had extensively studied this phenomenon:

Whenever someone harbors a desire to kill him, their name gets inscribed in the Grand Dao Golden Book.

“Snap…”

Liu Shunyi swiftly broke the crow’s wing.

“Caw… Caw! You insolent ant, seeking your own demise!”

Liu Shunyi laughed heartily.

Then, with a swift slap, he struck the crow’s head.

Due to the immense force, the crow’s neck snapped instantly.

Its head drooped down, blood continuously seeping from its mouth.

“Whomever you may be, boy, I’ll ensure you die without even a grave!”

Feeling utterly satisfied, Liu Shunyi reveled in his triumph.

“Hum~”

The Grand Dao Golden Book vibrated once more.

The golden brush descended again.

Swiftly, he inscribed another name on the golden scroll:

“Nalang Buzhu, Mid-Grade (Pink!)”

Liu Shunyi burst out laughing.

“Delightful! This is a major win!”

Originally, Liu Shunyi’s disguise had a somewhat rugged appearance. With this uproarious laughter, he looked like a complete madman.

“Ding~”

At that moment, Shi Changxin swiftly drew a dagger and aimed it at Liu Shunyi’s stomach. However, embarrassingly, when the dagger met Liu Shunyi’s body, there was a metallic clink as if striking metal.

Shi Changxin gulped nervously.

“Erm, would you believe I slipped?”

“Slap!”

Liu Shunyi delivered a hard slap across Shi Changxin’s face, sending him crashing against the rock wall. Then, Liu Shunyi grabbed Shi Changxin once more.

“I initially planned to spare your life, but now it seems unnecessary!”

With those words, Liu Shunyi tightened his grip around Shi Changxin’s neck, lifting him effortlessly. As Shi Changxin tried to resist, he suddenly realized with horror…

To his surprise, Shi Changxin found his magical energy barely responsive.

“W-What have you done to me?” he asked fearfully.

Liu Shunyi didn’t explain; instead, he gradually tightened his grip. The thought of this man using an entire city’s population to concoct blood pills filled Liu Shunyi with an intense desire to kill him immediately.

However, there was no rush. Even if Shi Changxin were to die, it must be after extracting every last bit of value from him first.

“Swish…swish…”

Just then, countless vines extended rapidly into the cave from outside. With astonishing speed, they snatched Shi Changxin away from Liu Shunyi’s grasp within the blink of an eye. Without lingering, the vines swiftly retreated.

Liu Shunyi did not pursue them but calmly watched the direction in which Shi Changxin had been taken.

“It seems I need to learn a divine ability or spell involving my life source origin spirit combustion!” He pondered, “Yes, mastering Second Rank Foundation Establishment Magic Spells is also essential.”

With hands clasped behind his back, Liu Shunyi headed straight to meet Chen Qiaoli.

“You’re here?”

When Liu Shunyi approached Chen Qiaoli,

she was holding her Feng Shui compass and long spear, surveying the terrain.

Occasionally, she would adjust elements of a nearby formation.

Liu Shunyi couldn’t help but feel envious of such Formation Masters.

In truth,

he had initially wanted to learn formations himself.

However, upon seeing the complexity involved – with techniques like the Circulation of Zhou Tian, combined with Four Symbols, Two Concepts, Yin-Yang principles, all interwoven together – he realized it required precise calculations for proper execution.

Anything involving numbers gave Liu Shunyi a headache.

Thus, he decided against learning formations.

Indeed, aside from dealing with money, he felt overly sensitive to numerical details.

His poor aptitude for mathematics made studying formations unbearable; it would only torment him.

Despite setting up the formation, Chen Qiaoli continued conversing with Liu Shunyi.

“Although I’m not sure if Senior Sister’s occasional ramblings are true or just nonsense, I’ve often seen her wandering alone, troubled.”

“She frequently murmurs things like, ‘What if those beings truly arrive one day, how will we resist them?'”

“Even if victorious by some miracle, what then? The spirit veins could be severed, draining life essence from heaven and earth!”

“The Dharma End Age!”

Liu Shunyi furrowed his brow.

“How long has this been going on with Senior Sister Ji?”

Chen Qiaoli pondered for a moment before shaking her head.

“I’m not entirely sure, as I only heard these concerns occasionally.”

“However, considering this year’s Returning Moon Palace Sect Competition, I believe Senior Sister’s words might be true!”

Liu Shunyi looked down at a line of ants on the ground.

Picking up a twig, he drew a circle around them. As he observed the ants constantly probing at the edge of the circle, he asked, “Why do you say that?”

Chen Qiaoli inserted the last Formation Flag in her hand and then massaged her shoulders briefly.

“In truth, the Sect Competition usually occurs once every hundred years, but this time it was held after less than thirty.”

With these words, Chen Qiaoli glanced again at her Feng Shui compass to confirm their location, even cross-referencing with a map.

She continued, “Think about it – all major sects simultaneously changed the timing of their competitions without any public explanation. Moreover, the number of Inner Sect disciples participating is significantly higher than usual, reportedly more than ten times the typical quota.”

“Isn’t there something suspicious going on here?”

Connecting these events with Senior Sister Ji’s words seemed to make everything fall into place.

At this moment, Liu Shunyi was somewhat speechless. He had realized something:

Damn it!

In stories where characters transmigrate through time, either they arrive during a golden age filled with fierce competition among geniuses vying for imperial power, or the world faces imminent catastrophe, constantly teetering on the brink of continent-wide or global destruction.

Liu Shunyi rubbed his face.

“Is it possible you’re overthinking things?”

Chen Qiaoli put away her Feng Shui compass and map.

She tilted her head towards Liu Shunyi, signaling that it was time to leave.

Liu Shunyi immediately stepped closer to Chen Qiaoli.

With both hands, Chen Qiaoli swiftly performed a mystical gesture.

“Click, click, click…”

The formation lit up, resembling gears in motion.

Moments later, Liu Shunyi and Chen Qiaoli were enveloped by two glowing orbs.

Instantly, Liu Shunyi felt a sensation of weightlessness.

Their figures vanished from the spot without a trace.