Inside the cabin of the fishing vessel was a slender, almost gaunt youth. Looking back at the now invisible islands of Sunzi, a mocking sneer flickered in his eyes.
"The rebels must still be searching for me," he thought. "None would guess that I've already secretly boarded this fishing vessel. If Sunzi has no place for me, then I will rise in the Han country! When I return, I will push them into the abyss and personally kill the great general who betrayed the imperial family."
In the youth's eyes flickered the flames of revenge. The damned general, once the most relied upon minister of the Sunzi royal family, had secretly become a ninth level superhuman.
Leveraging the royal family's trust, he seized power and stormed the palace overnight. That night was etched into the youth's memory forever—his father, mother, brothers, and sisters all fell to the sword and flames.
Whenever he recalled those scenes, his heart felt as though it was being ruthlessly squeezed by an invisible hand, a wrenching pain tearing through him.
Suddenly, exclamations erupted from the deck outside.
"The great general above! There's someone flying in the sky!"
"By the grace of the Sun! Could that be the legendary god?!"
"He's flying towards us!"
Startled, the youth looked through the cabin window toward the deck and saw a figure in black, standing atop a beam of blue light, hovering in the sky above the heads of the superhumans.
The youth's eyes widened. superhumans with the talent for flight were rare and usually limited to short, low-altitude flights. Here in the open sea, from where could this person have taken off? How could he sustain flight for so long?
One of the superhumans on deck pointed at the azure light, growling warily, "Which country's superhuman are you? Come down here!"
The figure in black hovering on the azure light was naturally Chu Xuan. Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh. "It seems I've found the right vessel; this is indeed a fishing boat from Sunzi."
The language spoken by that superhuman was not of the Han, but a tongue Chu Xuan had never heard before.
"He's from the Han country, shoot him down!"
"He's the enemy!"
Several government superhumans emitted low growls as they converged from all directions. Among them, one took advantage of Chu Xuan's back turned towards him and launched a sudden attack.
A peculiar talisman slipped from his grasp, hurtling towards Chu Xuan's back.
However, in an instant, Chu Xuan caught the talisman with a single hand. He glanced at it, a smile of interest playing on his lips. The talisman was marked with complex, vivid red patterns.
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At first glance, it bore a resemblance to traditional talismans, yet upon closer inspection, it was incredibly crude, akin to child's play. Presumably, this was a talisman used by the psychic medium of Sunzi.
"You… you…" The superhuman was visibly shocked, having not expected Chu Xuan to so effortlessly catch his long-planned sneak attack. His face was a picture of astonishment.
Startled, the youth's expression quickly turned ferocious. He abruptly pulled out his hands, launching two talismans through the air.
Mid-flight, the talismans burst into flames and instantly transformed into two ferocious, green-faced ghosts, one attacking from the left, the other from the right, lunging towards Chu Xuan.
Chu Xuan raised an eyebrow, amused. The talismans appeared to have effects similar to the Tiger Soul and Wolf Soul talismans.
Yet, such attacks hardly necessitated any magical defense from him. Before the ghosts could even reach him, a radiant halo of Buddhist light emerged spontaneously around him, and a wheel of merit slowly revolved behind his head, casting him in the semblance of a descending Buddha, a saintly figure suspended in the air.
The ghastly apparitions collided with him and immediately burned into wisps of blue smoke with a pitiful wail.
The youth watched, dumbfounded. Those talismans were his strongest assets for this journey, and yet they failed to penetrate Chu Xuan's defenses.
Sunzi had its share of Buddhist temples. So, he recognized at once that this was indeed the light of Buddha. How could such a deadly man possess such profound Buddhist radiance? Could Buddha truly bless such a person?
No more thoughts were necessary, nor could they form, as Chu Xuan had already employed a soul-searching technique.
Within minutes, he saw the entirety of the youth's life laid bare before him. The youth collapsed, his eyes vacant, his expression blank. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
Chu Xuan arched an eyebrow in surprise. He had inadvertently captured the eighth prince of Sunzi, the sole survivor of the imperial family after the general's rebellion and massacre. Had he unknowingly extinguished the last flicker of Sunzi's royal bloodline?
"Hss... it's no big deal, eradicated just like that," Chu Xuan murmured, stroking his chin nonchalantly.
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