Investing in the Reborn Empress, She Actually Calls Me ‘Husband’

Chapter 637: Shi Sujun Only Bears a Slight Resemblance to Her

"Yes, Ying Bing has been missing since the beginning."

"Where did she go?"

At this moment, probably after Jingtai Emperor's contemplation, the jiangshan sheji map changed.

The channel switched.

As soon as the screen cut over, Dijin, both inside and out, fell into an eerie silence, just like You Shuo now.

You Shuo, which had already experienced a great war, was now frozen for a thousand li, with ice sculptures standing everywhere.

A figure stood at the edge of the abyss, his dark robes fluttering in the inky frost, the sword in his hand reflecting both splendor and coldness.

Moon Phoenix was behind her, overlooking the abyss.

Behind her, a twisted shadow suddenly appeared; it seemed to be a short sword, as fast as a ghostly lightning bolt, reaching a point beyond the reach of sight, only drawing a faint ripple in the Void Realm.

This sword, integrated into the shadows, had no earth-shattering Qi, no world-shaking phenomena.

Instead, it was fast, extremely fast.

So fast that many swordsmen of Tianshan Sword Manor all slammed their tables in admiration.

From the moment this sword appeared, everyone felt a chill, even their Yi Soul seemed to be pinned in the abyss, swallowed by endless darkness.

What a terrifying sword.

"It's Seven Kill."

Someone recognized the identity of the active Dead Man; he was once a very famous Heavenly Clan.

Legend has it that the second Heavenly Kill, who created the Wu Chang Post, was inspired by Seven Kill and thus entered the Inner Scenery.

Who would have thought that such a powerful Heavenly Clan would also become a Dead Man.

Everyone was worried about how Ying Bing would cope, when they suddenly saw a bright sword light, as clear as the bright moon.

It couldn't be described as fast, nor could it be described as slow.

To say this sword was slow, yet it struck later but arrived first; to say it was fast, yet it seemed to have been swung a long time ago, only revealing its sharpness today.

Even the Dead Man couldn't help but feel a trance.

He saw a stubborn young man in Earth City, almost obsessively drawing and sheathing his sword, practicing only this one move, because the young man's family was poor and couldn't afford martial arts, but to avenge his family who died at the hands of demons, he knelt in front of a swordsman's door for three days and three nights.

Finally, the swordsman, pitying him, only taught him one move.

So the young man only knew this one move, and could only practice the incomplete move he knew thousands of times every day.

"Demons, die!"

The young man hidden in the corpse erupted, his sword edge as bright as ~Novelight~ his eyes.

And now.

That sword crossed time, heading towards his glabella.

No matter how fast his sword was, it couldn't compare to his own later but first strike from a hundred years ago. "Did I... kill... myself?"

The Dead Man's body swayed, freezing into an ice sculpture, his eyes filled with relief, gazing at the eternal night that couldn't be dispelled in You Shuo's sky.

Perhaps he finally saw a ray of light in the eternal night.

"Forty-eight."

Ying Bing shook off the silver dust from her sword, and Moon Phoenix's gaze swept across the land with her, seemingly checking for any stragglers.

After finding none, she furrowed her delicate brows and looked towards the direction of Heavenly Human City. "Forty-eight? What does that mean?"

"I counted, it seems to be the number of ice sculptures."

"Ah?"

"So, while Blood God was in Heavenly City, Ying Bing took out You Shuo?"

Hearing this fact spoken by others, both those who practiced martial arts and those who didn't fell silent.

Seven Kill might have been the best at hiding among the Dead Men, but not necessarily the strongest.

To be favored by Blood God and become a Dead Man also had a threshold; that Ancestral God clearly didn't want trash.

But even if they teamed up, they all eventually became ice sculptures before Ying Bing ran out of strength.

And it also turned the people inside and outside Dijin into stone statues... "What kind of swordsmanship is this? I've never seen or even heard of such swordsmanship."

Xie Xuan, whose knowledge blind spot was touched, turned to look at Xie Yiding:

"You are called the Sword Diagram, you must know, right? Please teach me."

Xie Yiding's title had a history.

It is said that his Dao of the Sword talent was second only to Junior Martial Uncle Su Jun; although he couldn't create sword techniques with a distinct personal style like other Geniuses, his craftsmanship was unparalleled in the world.

Craftsmanship reaching a certain level was also very terrifying.

His personal style was to have no style, but he could learn seventy to eighty percent of others' sword techniques just by watching them once, and with a little more time, he could even surpass them.

Therefore, Xie Yiding was known as the living Sword Manor.

After a long silence, Xie Yiding slowly spoke:

"I really can't learn this one."

...In the Myriad Spirit Palace.

Crack-

The exquisite plum kiln blue porcelain teacup shattered into fragments, cutting multiple wounds on the woman's delicate hand, yet no blood dripped.

Empress Chu Ge also seemed not to feel a trace of pain.

She stared intently at Moon Phoenix in the jiangshan sheji map, and the figure surrounded by Moon Phoenix, her exquisite face, like a white porcelain jade pot, faintly showed ferocity.

"It's her, it must be her..."

"I shouldn't have been so lucky back then..."

If Empress Chu Ge previously seemed to be wearing human skin.

Now, just by looking at Ying Bing, that human skin seemed to be on the verge of shattering.

"Your Majesty, you..."

The palace maid who had just entered was startled and knelt on the ground in fear.

After a long while, a voice came from above:

"Prepare the imperial carriage for Nurturing Dragon Temple."

"Yes."

Ignoring the palace maid who felt as if she had been granted a great pardon, she boarded the soft sedan, and

ཕྱ་་༅་་་ཕྱུ་པPཡ་“ཅས་

u your pu

soon arrived at the imperial city's ancestral temple, the residence of the imperial clan.

An ancient, small Daoist temple, out of place with the surrounding vermilion walls and green tiles.

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

"Shi Sujun, even a fraction of her resemblance, almost led to a great mistake. Now she has returned in person."

Empress Chu Ge stared at the pale-faced young Munemasa wearing a tall hat and said:

"Still playing dumb? Do you want her to personally strip off your skin?"

..."I was wondering why Han Xianzi didn't follow Li Shaoxia to Heavenly City. So they split up."

"So, are these two playing along with the plan?"

"No, Blood God first learned of Li Mo's plan and decided to play along, and Li Mo, after learning that the other side was playing along, played along by playing along again."

"Wait, I'm a little dizzy..."

"Now, if Han Xianzi returns to Heavenly City and kills the Demon Summoning Sect Ancestral God with Li Shaoxia,

will the Heavenly Human Trial end early?"

Everyone was now thinking the same thing.

Ying Bing had dealt with the Dead Men around Blood God and still had strength to spare.

Although Li Mo was not an emperor, his control over Heavenly Human surpassed that of an emperor.

If the two of them reunited at this point, how would Blood God cope?

But the problem was... why wasn't Han Xianzi moving?

"Heavenly Human City... which way was it?"

Ying Bing pursed her lips, realizing that the 'Heavenly Human City direction' she was looking at seemed to be

wrong.

She had come towards where the demons were getting stronger and stronger.

No one would have thought that the Fairy, as pure as an immortal, as cold as a god, who swept away all demons... was lost.