Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Demonic Divine Concubine saw the name of Li Qingshan, ranked tenth, and for a moment, she vaguely remembered the young man from the past.
However, she didnât connect the two together at all, considering it merely a coincidence, given the vast difference between the Immortal Plane and the Human World.
It wasnât until just now when she looked up at the starry sky and witnessed this great battle, that she saw the appearance of Li Qingshan.
The Demonic Divine Concubine was shocked on the spot.
The current Li Qingshan was not much different from the Li Qingshan in her memory. It was just that he was more calm and composed, and his strength was terrifying.
In fact, he even recovered faster than her and was more powerful.
âHow is this possible?â The Demonic Divine Concubine couldnât understand what had happened to make an ordinary talent from the Human World skyrocket in cultivation speed, even surpassing her, a reincarnation of an Emperor.
She was a reincarnation of an Emperor, continuously practicing without stagnation, but now she had just recovered to the third level of the Immortal King, the Everlasting Immortal Realm.
She was still far from the fourth level, the Crimson Immortal.
However, Li Qingshan was already in the Crimson Immortal Realm, and he easily defeated the Emperorâs blood essence in the battle.
Their identities seemed to have been reversed.
It was as if Li Qingshan was the reincarnation of the Emperor and she was the one who was cultivating hard.
âUnbelievable. Li Qingshan is still alive. Doesnât that mean I owe him my life?â The Demonic Divine Concubine suddenly thought of something even more terrifying.
She owed Li Qingshan her life.
This was unchangeable.
When Li Qingshan sacrificed himself to save her back then, it was because of him that the Demonic Divine Concubine had her current strength. If Li
Qingshan hadnât been tempted and hadnât opened the formation, the Demonic Divine Concubine would have died, unable to live for a second life.
Whether Li Qingshan was deceived or voluntarily, the Demonic Divine Concubine owed him this favor.
âOh no, when I break through the Emperor, Li Qingshan will be a fatal loophole for me.â The Demonic Divine Concubine thought like this, feeling extremely regretful. With Li Qingshanâs current strength and status, how could she repay this debt of gratitude?
âMy head hurts, my head hurts.â The Demonic Divine Concubine held her head, feeling a headache coming on.
How could she repay a lifeâs favor?
At this moment, the Demonic Divine Concubine somewhat hoped that Li Qingshan would die at the hands of the Emperor. That way, she wouldnât have to worry about how to repay the debt of gratitude.
Immortal Plane, Celestial Court Academy.
Li Qingshan came back with a heart full of sorrow. He hadnât expected that this time, the trip to the Changsheng Emperor Clan would sacrifice Taoist Dragon to save Little Nine and the others.
At the moment when Taoist Dragon ascended to his peak, Li Qingshanâs eyes turned red, and he couldnât help but shed tears.
For Li Qingshan, after coming to the Immortal Plane, the two people who were the best to him had passed away one after another.
The first one was General Bai. He saw Li Qingshan as his Big Brotherâs shadow. He loved him and would help Li Qingshan unconditionally.
The second was Taoist Dragon.
He regarded Li Qingshan as the savior of the Celestial Court. Every once in a while, he would tell Li Qingshan some strange stories about the Celestial Court. He wanted to move Li Qingshan so that he could save the Celestial Court in the future.
Or perhaps to prevent the collapse of the great building and to reverse the desperate situation.
To rebuild the glory of the Celestial Court, our generation must not shirk our responsibilities.
But now, Big Brother Bai died in the battle at the Emperorâs Pass, and Taoist Dragon perished in the starry sky.
Li Qingshan was extremely saddened. He returned to the Celestial Court Academy and went to Taoist Dragonâs usual residence. His eyes were slightly red. and his heart was filled with grief.
Taoist Dragon knew his place like the back of his hand, but it was Li Qingshanâs first time here.
The place was very clean. Taoist Dragon lived alone, so it was very clean.
Everything was neatly arranged, and most of the things here were books.
All kinds of interesting books.
Li Qingshan silently opened one and found that it was written by Taoist Dragon himself. It contained his insights into the Great Paths, his understanding of cultivation realms, and some of his insights into breaking through to the Emperor.
Li Qingshan found that tens of thousands of years ago, Taoist Dragon was in high spirits, and most of the books here were written during that period.
âTaoist Dragon, this is⦠Heâs writing the Emperor Scripture!â Li Qingshan looked through it carefully and came to a conclusion.
Early on, Taoist Dragon broke through to the Crimson Immortal Realm, envisioning himself as an Emperor. In the Crimson Immortal Realm, he began writing his Emperor Scripture, believing he would inevitably become an Emperor.
In several books, Li Qingshan saw Taoist Dragon express his love for the Celestial Court.
His love for the Celestial Court was truly ingrained in his bones.
âSir Li Qingshan.â Suddenly, a shout interrupted Li Qingshan. He turned around and saw a white-haired old man.
Saint Plane, Lifespan Immortal Realm.
Li Qingshan looked at him strangely and asked, âYou are?â
âI am Mu Ran, the dean of the Celestial Court Academy,â Mu Ran introduced himself.
âTaoist Dragon is my master,â He added.
Li Qingshan suddenly understood. It was funny that he had entered the Celestial Court Academy for almost twenty years, but he had never even met the dean.
âWhy are you here?â Li Qingshan asked.
âTo tidy up Masterâs belongings,â Dean Mu Ran said.
Li Qingshanâs expression dimmed. He took a step back and made way for him.
âSir Li Qingshan, you donât have to be too sad. Master died with a smile. He definitely doesnât want you to be too sad.â Dean Mu Ran looked at Li Qingshan and tried to persuade him.
Li Qingshan didnât say anything. He sat in front of Taoist Dragonâs room, watching Mu Ran tidy up inside.
After a long while, Mu Ran carefully packed up all of Taoist Dragonâs lifelong efforts, then walked out.
âTell me about Taoist Dragon,â Li Qingshan asked in a deep voice. He suddenly realized that he knew nothing about Taoist Dragon..