Thanks to My Enemy, I Become Immortal Emperor - Chapter 88

Liu Shunyi had fled.

The crowd’s faces turned pale with fear.

Indeed, Liu Shunyi’s earlier move was profoundly terrifying.

“That was from the Blood Demon Scripture, one of the Heavenly God Cult’s secret arts!” someone exclaimed.

Everyone looked grim.

“Such means go against the natural order! How can the Heavenly God Cult still exist?!” another person expressed indignantly.

Yet, there were those who offered an explanation:

“With just Kometaro alone displaying such power, he could have annihilated all of us easily. Can you now understand why the Heavenly God Cult persists?”

The crowd fell silent.

In this moment of silence,

they turned their gaze towards Zhao Gou.

If not for him today,

they likely would have met their demise.

Collectively, they bowed to Zhao Gou once again,

their eyes filled with deep respect.

Unlike before, this time their reverence held no trace of fear.

Seeing this transformation, Zhao Gou’s eyes welled up with emotion.

At that instant, he felt an overwhelming urge to thank Liu Shunyi.

After this turmoil subsided,

Liu Shunyi refrained from further training.

Despite Qin Province’s vastness, there were only so many individuals to target repeatedly without raising suspicions over time.

However, Liu Shunyi began experimenting with combining his Blood Demon Scripture and the black gourd. He had nearly completed the list of names provided by Lin Wu Dao through systematic eliminations.

Yet, he discovered an intriguing issue: The black gourd could automatically extract spiritual power from his own blood, forming highly pure blood pills.

Additionally, whenever the gourd absorbed another’s divine soul, it became increasingly heavier. Although slightly cumbersome, as the gourd was Liu Shunyi’s Life Source Magic Treasure, controlling it felt effortless despite its weight. The only concern was the excessively dense black smoke emanating from it, carrying a menacing aura that could affect one’s mental state.

“If I reveal my true identity, I must not expose this gourd!” Liu Shunyi whispered to himself.

He then glanced at the several blood pills within the gourd, contemplating but deciding against using them for now.

The current situation posed a challenge for Liu Shunyi.

Despite defeating numerous Golden Core Cultivators over these past few days, it had provided minimal advancement to his fluctuating cultivation base.

With this realization, Liu Shunyi decided to seek out Lin Wudao once again.

Upon seeing Liu Shunyi, Lin Wudao couldn’t help but be taken aback.

“All… all killed?”

Liu Shunyi nodded affirmatively.

“However, this time, don’t give me a list of Golden Core Cultivators; instead, provide me with names of Initial Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators. I want to gauge the gap between myself and Nascent Soul-level opponents!”

Lin Wudao agreed, pondering for a moment before handing over just one name: Xu Chunli!

“She’s a notorious female demon known for consuming others’ brain marrow. Her divine abilities involve manipulating minds through demonic fire.”

“You should… hmm, never mind!” Lin Wudao initially wanted to caution Liu Shunyi to be careful, but halfway through, he felt it unnecessary. If Liu Shunyi was indeed as he suspected, even if not yet a match for Nascent Soul Cultivators, he likely wouldn’t perish either. Thus, he left the warning unspoken.

Smiling, Liu Shunyi turned to leave. Before departing, however, he handed all the blood pills from the gourd to Lin Wudao.

Lin Wudao, holding the blood pill, fell silent.

The shadow guard scratched his head hesitantly.

“Sir!”

Lin Wudao gave him a puzzled look.

The shadow guard posed a question.

“Sir, you mentioned earlier that he is a living Yama!”

Lin Wudao nodded.

“What’s the issue?”

The shadow guard glanced at the list with its crossed-out names, then looked back at his master.

“Don’t you feel like a Judge of Hell now?”

Lin Wudao blinked, taken aback.

“Perhaps we should rename the Shadow Pavilion to the Yama Palace, Sir? What do you think?”

A myriad of expressions flickered across Lin Wudao’s face. After some thought, he found merit in the suggestion.

“Go ahead and change the name. Oh, and make sure to inform our subordinates clearly who the two living Yamas of the Yama Palace are at all times.”

The shadow guard nodded, but before leaving, confusion arose once more.

“Sir, two living Yamas?”

Lin Wudao affirmed with a nod.

“Zhao Gou as well. While Big Boss Liu controls life and death, Zhao Gou can determine it with a single thought!”

The shadow guard took a deep breath, realizing the truth in his master’s words. He promptly set out to carry out the instructions.

The time for the secret realm’s opening drew ever closer.

Qin Province swarmed with more and more cultivators each day.

Naturally,

Zhao Gou remained unconcerned about these matters.

Recently, he had resumed his role as a doctor once again.

Every day, with his small medical bag slung over his shoulder, he walked among the crowd, treating ailments and illnesses.

Despite his now exceptional skills, he preferred to maintain the simplicity of his initial approach.

What was this called?

Staying true to one’s First Thought.

However, on this particular day, Zhao Gou was summoned to treat a peculiar patient. Initially, he didn’t think much of it.

But just as he approached the location of the patient, he found himself surrounded by individuals wearing ghost-faced masks.

Taken aback, Zhao Gou couldn’t react before the group swiftly turned their backs towards him, weapons held outward.

“Hmm? Are they…protecting me?” Zhao Gou felt bewildered.

One of them addressed him, “Master Yanluo, the person who requested your healing has been secretly observing you for quite some time. This invitation is actually a trap set to take your life.”

Zhao Gou blinked in confusion. “Wait, hold on. Did you just call me what I think you did?”

The masked individual glanced at Zhao Gou closely.

The masked figure then produced a wooden carving from his robes, compared it to Zhao Gou, and nodded.

“You truly are Master Yanluo of our Yama Palace, just as I suspected.”

Zhao Gou was taken aback.

“When did I… Wait! Be careful!”

Before Zhao Gou could finish speaking, a sudden burst of fishing line appeared.

Before any of the ghost-masked individuals could react, they were swiftly bound by the line.

A middle-aged man wearing a conical hat emerged from the shadows, holding a fishing rod.

“Members of the Shadow Pavilion, stand down. This matter has nothing to do with you.”

Those wearing ghost face masks tried to speak, but the fishing line tightened around their necks, rendering them unable to utter a word.

Strangely enough, amidst this chaos, Zhao Gou remained the calmest.

After all, he had faced countless storms in his life. Even now, he couldn’t fathom how he had become Yama.

Of course, that wasn’t the key issue.

What left Zhao Gou genuinely speechless was the sight before him – the fisherman standing there, having achieved Golden Core Great Perfection.

“So, you really want to kill me?” Zhao Gou asked.

The fisherman narrowed his eyes.

“Yes!”

Zhao Gou sighed.

“You know who I am, yet you still dare to kill me?”

The fisherman chuckled softly.

“I’ve thoroughly investigated your past killings; those people had no real connection to you. You’re merely seeking fame and reputation, while others may fear you, I…I…” As he spoke, his breathing suddenly became drawn out and labored.

In an instant, the fisherman knelt before Zhao Gou!