novelapdf Chapter 84 The Immortal Master Breaks His Promise
Chapter 84 The Immortal Master Breaks His Promise
Chapter 84 The Immortal Master Breaks His Promise
Chu Xun did not get up; he simply stared intently at the Minister of Revenue.
Many people in the world try to commit suicide because of various reasons.
Very few people are willing to risk their own lives for the safety of others.
People like Tang Shijun, who hold high positions yet are willing to die for the country, are extremely rare.
Chu Xun felt a dryness in his throat, slowly stood up, and said, "If there had been a different emperor, would you have been spared from death?"
With his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation, killing the emperor might not be impossible.
However, since the City God of the capital is in charge here, things could get complicated afterward.
Tang Shijun shook his head and said, "After the late emperor passed away, the country was in chaos as people fought for the throne. If this happens again, given the current situation, we're afraid we'll fall into another period of great chaos and the rise of warlords."
"Isn't there any other way?" Chu Xun frowned. "Is it possible to fake my death and escape?"
"He will definitely use every method to verify the authenticity of the corpse; he can't escape it."
"Only death?"
"Only death."
Chu Xun sighed, "You've done so much, and now that you're dead, most of the credit will go to Huan'er. Don't you feel it's a waste?"
Tang Shijun straightened up and raised his head slightly.
"This national policy was not proposed by me. How could I, Tang Shijun, claim such an unparalleled achievement that would go down in history?"
"Not only must I die, but the guards and assassins in the manor must also die, only then can it be truly done."
"So, you've come at a really bad time."
Although he is old and his hair is white, his eyes are still the same as when he first came to Zhangnan County.
He was proud and aloof, with an unyielding spirit.
He looked down on even the most extraordinary achievements.
Yet they were willing to die for the sake of this world.
Chu Xun thought she knew Tang Shijun fairly well, but now she felt that she had never truly understood him.
Such arrogance and soaring spirit are unique in the world.
Looking at Tang Shijun's tall and upright figure, Chu Xun had so much to say, but found himself possessed by Zhang Sanchun.
After much thought, I managed to come up with two words.
"admire."
He didn't try to persuade him further, because he knew he couldn't change his mind.
Tang Shijun's words carried too much weight; the entire world and countless people were on his shoulders. Who could persuade him otherwise?
But Chu Xun showed no intention of leaving, saying, "You can die, but I cannot leave."
Tang Shijun raised an eyebrow, then heard Chu Xun say, "I want to see you die with dignity, buried intact, and no one is allowed to desecrate your corpse."
Tang Shijun raised an eyebrow again, then suddenly burst into laughter.
He turned around, picked up the wine glass and bottle, and poured a glass for himself and Chu Xun.
Then he threw the bottle aside, ignoring the sound of the shattered porcelain shards tumbling around.
He raised his glass with both hands and burst into laughter.
"I respect my honorable death!" Tang Shijun.
Chu Xun raised his glass in a gesture of respect: "A toast to your dignified burial."
Many years ago, Chu Xun had said this to Tang Shijun.
Of all the principles in the world, the most important is nothing more than life and death.
Now, facing life and death, he can laugh so heartily, without fear.
The guards and soldiers outside the door were terrified when they heard the sound of the wine bottle shattering.
As they approached the door, they heard loud laughter again, leaving them utterly confused.
What do you mean by a dignified death?
Chu Xun waved his sleeve, and the door was pushed open by the steam.
He extended his hand forward: "Lord Tang, please."
Tang Shijun said nothing and strode forward.
The guard bowed at the doorway: "My lord—"
Before anyone could ask, Chu De followed closely behind.
His white hair and otherworldly appearance gave him an air of otherworldly grace, leaving the guard momentarily unsure whether to lower his head or continue looking up.
Is this the extraordinary person?
What an old sage-like appearance!
Chu Xun glanced at the assassins who had been bound in the courtyard for a long time, and finally fixed his gaze on an old man with large, calloused hands.
With a thought, the old man moved through the soil and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Chu Xun looked down at him and asked, "Is there a way to kill Lord Tang with a single blow, without him feeling any pain, and with his body intact?"
The guards and soldiers standing nearby felt their scalps tingle. What kind of question was this?
The old martial artist being questioned was also completely taken aback.
You didn't come here to rescue people?
But he saw killing intent and impatience in Chu Xun's eyes, and dared not think too much about it. He quickly nodded and said, "Throughout my life, I have practiced Iron Palm Kung Fu. I can achieve internal strength that penetrates the body and shatters the internal organs, without showing any signs of it on the outside."
"If the heart meridian is severed, there will be no vitality, and there will be no pain."
Before he finished speaking, the water ropes on his body came loose, and the ground became loose.
Chu Xun nodded: "In that case, you kill him. Remember, if he sheds a single drop of blood, you die."
The old martial artist got up from the ground and hurriedly said, "No, no. The internal energy of the Iron Palm Kung Fu is fire-based; if the blood can't flow out, it will be burned away."
Chu Xun didn't look at him again, but cupped her hands to Tang Shijun and said, "Take care. I'll be watching what happens next."
"Thank you for your trouble." Tang Shijun cupped his hands in greeting, then took a step forward and stood in front of the old martial artist.
The guards and two first-rank martial arts assassins were horrified by what they saw.
What exactly are they doing?
It sounds like he's going to his death, so why is he so calm?
Seeing that the old warrior had actually raised his hands to gather his energy, the guard drew his sword, pulled Tang Shijun back with one hand, pointed the sword at Chu Xun, and shouted sternly, "What exactly did you do to Lord Tang!"
In the martial arts world, there are methods like bewitching, which can make people do some bizarre and inexplicable things.
Chu Xun remained unmoved; ordinary weapons could not harm a first-rank martial artist, so naturally they could not harm him either.
Tang Shijun scolded, "Don't be rude! Step back!"
"My lord!" The guards refused to back down, assuming that Tang Shijun had been bewitched.
Even knowing he was no match for him, he still stood there with his knife in hand.
Even if I die, I will surely die before Tang Shijun.
Chu Xun sighed softly, it would be a pity if such a loyal person died.
Several water ropes bound the guard, and no matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail.
Tang Shijun looked at the others and asked, "Are you all willing to follow me and exchange your lives for peace in the world?"
The guards and warriors replied without hesitation, "We swear to follow you to the death, sir!"
Tang Shijun nodded and said, "After my death, you must obey the master's instructions in all matters and must not disobey!"
He then looked at the old martial artist and said, "Let's do it."
The old warrior hesitated slightly; the whole thing seemed strange.
But he still didn't dare disobey Chu Xun's words, since he was there to kill someone.
He immediately gathered his strength and exhaled, striking Tang Shijun's left chest with his right palm.
It appears light and airy, yet it carries the iron palm skill honed over decades.
With a single palm strike, Tang Shijun's body trembled slightly.
A strong wind howled through the hall behind them, scattering chairs and sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.
Tang Shijun's eyes quickly dimmed, and his vitality vanished.
Only his body remained as upright as it had been in life.
The guard was furious and wanted to shout, but the steam blocked his throat.
His face turned red from holding his breath, but he couldn't utter a single word.
The old martial artist withdrew his right palm and humbly flattered Chu Xun, saying, "Immortal Master, I have shattered his internal organs. You see, not a single drop of blood has flowed."
Chu Xun's eyes were filled with sadness, and he didn't look at the old martial artist.
Only strands of water rope appeared out of thin air and wrapped around it.
The old warrior cried out in panic, "Immortal Master, you promised not to bleed, so you'd release me!"
Chu Xun was certain that he had never said that.
Tang Shijun was a close friend; how could he possibly let the person who killed him go?
Spikes of water pierced the old warrior's body, even penetrating his screaming mouth.
Even if a martial artist trains his skin and bones to make his body incredibly tough, he will still die if his internal organs are cut into 108 pieces.
The old warrior's eyes were bloodshot, blood was flowing from his seven orifices, and he stared intently at Chu Xun.
His tongue had been shredded by the water jet, rendering him speechless; all he felt was boundless hatred in his heart.
"So even the immortal doesn't keep his word! You beast!"
Chu Xun ignored them and looked only at the guards and assassins, saying, "Lord Tang's dying wish was for you to fight these assassins and die for your country."
Having said that, he released the assassin's restraints and added, "No one is allowed to leave this courtyard!"
The guards and assassins were stunned for a moment, and then someone roared, "Kill!"
They charged toward the assassin, and the others reacted.
They were heartbroken by Tang Shijun's passing, though they didn't know why Lord Tang had done such a thing.
But I heard it clearly just now, and no matter how many doubts I have now, I must first avenge the previous grudge!
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