Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 635 The Supreme Ruler of the Nine Provinces, the Martial Emperor! (Two Chapters Combined)

As times change, it's like a cycle, with tides rising and falling, and similar scenes always repeating themselves.

It is like a calamity, and every living being in this era is a victim of this calamity, either becoming the backdrop of the era or the master of it.

Fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Kyushu has ushered in a new era and a new look.

In Yunzhou, along the Cuibai Road, within the main city, a magnificent golden hall has been completed and its plaque unveiled.

At the same time, a majestic voice, as loud as a bell, resounded throughout the main city, and everyone could hear it clearly.

"Now that the nine provinces are unified and the human race is thriving, we have specially erected an imperial temple to worship Emperor Wu for ten thousand years!"

Inside the city, people in all the districts stopped what they were doing and looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

They naturally recognized that the majestic voice came from their king, and only the King of Emerald was qualified to make such a public announcement in the main city.

His voice is familiar to the public.

In front of a steamed bun shop, a boy dressed simply and old, with a few strands of dry grass stuck in his hair, took a steaming bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Hey kid, be careful, it's hot," the steamed bun shop owner kindly reminded him upon seeing the child's condition.

"No problem, no problem, it's delicious, even better than the sweet potatoes from the mountains." The boy's eyes shone, and he waved his hand with a smile, his breath steaming from the steamed buns.

Seeing this, the steamed bun shop owner shook his head and said nothing more.

The boy quickly devoured several meat buns, then asked somewhat puzzled, "Was that the voice of the local king just now? Who is this Martial Emperor he mentioned, and how dare he call himself emperor?"

Upon hearing this, not only did the steamed bun shop owner look strange, but even the diners eating breakfast nearby frowned and glanced at the young man.

"Where did this country bumpkin come from, daring to be so disrespectful to Emperor Wu?" A burly man slammed his hand on the table and shouted, glaring at the crowd.

“I do come from the mountains and have been unaware of worldly affairs for a long time. I only knew of Emperor Yuan in the past, but I didn’t know about Emperor Wu. If you know, please tell me more.” The young man was not annoyed, but just smiled and asked.

Seeing that the boy didn't seem to be doing it on purpose, the big man's tone softened, and he snorted, "In this world, there are few as ignorant as you."

"Do you know who is the one who has made the greatest contribution by unifying the nine provinces of the human race and rebuilding the ancient abyss?"

"Could it be that Martial Emperor?" The young man wasn't stupid; a look of realization crossed his face, and he continued.

"The King of Men back then is now the Martial Emperor?"

“That’s right.” The burly man was also a martial artist, and he understood the young man’s words to some extent.

"You know the King of Men from back then, but not the Emperor Wu. You must have lived in seclusion in the mountains for at least twenty years, detached from worldly affairs. Nowadays, few people mention the King of Men, but many talk about the Emperor Wu."

“That’s true.” The boy chuckled and asked the steamed bun shop owner for a lot more steamed buns.

"That's right. Under heaven, only that King of Men is truly worthy of the title of Martial Emperor."

The young man clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Thank you for informing me."

At this time, many people on the street were already heading towards the city center to see the newly built imperial temple.

"It's really magnificent, like a palace made of pure gold."

"Nonsense, this is an imperial temple, meant to last for ten thousand years!"

"It's wonderful. With this imperial temple here, it's as if Emperor Wu is always by my side. I feel inexplicably at ease. Next year will surely bring favorable weather and good harvests, and we will be able to get rid of disasters and difficulties."

"Back in the day, Emperor Wu came from here," an old man with white hair said with his hands behind his back, looking at the imperial temple with a reverent expression.

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In the air, Cui Wang Hu Zhong, Hu Fanyi, and other grandmaster-level experts from the military were also watching the unveiling of the imperial temple plaque.

"It's been a long time since I drank with Changming. I wonder when Changming will return," Hu Zhong suddenly sighed.

The Prince Cui stood silently with his hands behind his back, but his gaze inadvertently swept towards the Song Mansion in the core urban area.

This Song Mansion, the former residence of the current Emperor Wu, has a history of over a hundred years and its foundation is quite solid.

In recent years, many martial arts heroes have emerged, and they have begun to show their talents among the younger generation.

Although they were not direct descendants of Emperor Wu, they all shared the surname Song and were mostly talented individuals who had been adopted into the Song family from among the common people.

Before entering the Song family mansion, all of these people had tragic fates, and some were even children who had no way out but to die.

But after entering the Song family mansion and bearing the Song family name, their fates were completely different; soaring to great heights was no different.

At this moment, the Prince Cui looked towards the Song residence. For no other reason than he knew that the Martial Emperor was in that residence at this very moment.

However, Song Changming's arrival today was not due to the unveiling of the plaque for the imperial temple he built, but rather because of something more important.

At that moment, apart from him, no one knew that the Emperor Wu, revered by hundreds of millions, was right here.

Of course, he would not reveal Song Changming's whereabouts to anyone, so as not to disturb the affairs of the Song family.

Inside the Song residence, the atmosphere was somber, punctuated by occasional sobs.

A touch of sorrow, a touch of heartbreak
On the bed, Song Ping'an, with his full head of white hair, lay quietly. His eyes, those of a martial artist, could not withstand the passage of time; they were no longer as bright as fire, but gradually became cloudy and lifeless.

His martial spirit had dissipated, and his life force was like the last flicker of a candle.

Everyone knew that the old man had reached the end of his life.

The deadline has arrived.
"Jinmei, take the children out," Song Ping'an said hoarsely, stroking his wife who had been serving him for a long time.

Lan Jin nodded and stood up.

Unlike Song Ping'an, who was old and frail, his wife's martial arts talent was even greater than his. With the abundant resources provided by the Song family, she had already successfully entered the realm of a grandmaster.

The martial artist's body, which was originally destined to grow old, was given a second spring, his white hair turned black, and his lifespan was extended by two hundred years.

Therefore, Lan Jin looks youthful and not old at all, and is far from reaching the end of his life.

"Jin-mei, you've worked so hard all these years. In the future, we'll need you to take good care of the Song family." Song Ping'an forced a smile onto his stiff face, his eyes full of gentle tenderness.

Lan Jin's eyes reddened, and she nodded, "Okay, husband."

Once, when she was at the Grandmaster level and had to choose between Song Ping'an and herself, she chose to grow old with Song Ping'an.

However, Song Ping'an knew Lan Jin and that she still had aspirations for martial arts. He was very insistent on her reaching the Grandmaster level, and he did not want to become a reason to hold his wife back.

After Lan Jin left with all the children, Song Ping'an turned his gaze to Song Changming, Su Qingqing, and Xiao Huang.

"Young master, accompany me on my final journey," Song Ping'an said softly.

“Okay.” Song Changming agreed and sat down next to Song Ping’an. He noticed that Song Ping’an’s aged face had regained some ruddy glow, and even his voice sounded stronger.

"I still remember that time, in Da Han, on that old street, it was the young master who took me away, gave me a surname, a given name, and a home."

A look of reminiscence appeared in Song Ping'an's eyes, and scenes from his past life became clearer and clearer in his mind.

He always remembered that his life was given to him by the young master, and everything he had was given to him by the young master.

Therefore, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to becoming a supporter of the young master. Now, his wish has been fulfilled. The young master has gone from Da Han to Da Lai, from Da Lai to Gu Yuan Kingdom, and has now become another emperor of Gu Yuan Kingdom, the ruler of all nine provinces!

This was the absolute pinnacle he could imagine.

He heard the voice of the Jade King and felt very satisfied, having witnessed Song Changming's growth and rise to the highest position!

"Young master, I am so lucky. My life has been without any regrets; it's like a beautiful dream."

Song Changming listened quietly from the side without interrupting.

Behind her, Su Qingqing pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes.

During her childhood, Song Changming was the closest person to Su Qingqing, and Song Ping'an was the second.

To her, Song Ping'an was like an older brother who took great care of her.

She also knew that she would never see this older brother again.

She had witnessed many deaths and injuries, but she had experienced few separations from those around her.

This is the first time I've felt this sad.

Gradually, Song Ping'an's voice grew weaker and weaker, and his eyes slowly closed.

"It's a pity that I can only participate in your life up to this point, and cannot continue."

With a smile, Song Ping'an closed his eyes completely.

Song Changming felt a deep sense of loss. He had actually been mentally prepared that the people around him would eventually leave him.

But he still couldn't let it all go.

He did his best to extend Song Ping'an's lifespan, raising his lifespan to its current length, but this was the limit.

He could make himself immortal, but he couldn't make others around him the same way.

Song Ping'an, who had followed him since the beginning of his humble beginnings in the Great Han Dynasty, was just a down-on-his-luck fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy when they first met.

Song Ping'an followed him all the way, and in a way, he witnessed Song Ping'an's entire life!
"May you have a safe journey," Song Changming murmured.

Song Ping'an's funeral was not too grand, which was also his own wish before his death.

He just wanted to leave peacefully, with his young master and relatives by his side.

As for the burial site, it was located in a place where wildflowers bloomed outside the main city of Cuibai.

It is said that this was also the final resting place that Song Ping'an had chosen before his death, and he had already bought the entire mountain long ago.

At the mountaintop, Song Changming casually sat on the edge of the cliff, enjoying the gentle breeze, warm sunshine, and the fragrance of flowers and grass.

The dandelions drifted freely, carried further and further away by the wind.

It must be said that although this place is not a truly sacred and blessed land, the environment is indeed beautiful enough, and it is certainly comfortable to sleep here.

"It's a good place." Song Changming sighed, gazing at the dandelions drifting away, his expression somewhat dazed and lost in thought.

"If only Uncle Ping An were a demon," Little Phoenix muttered to herself.

She didn't mean anything by it; she just felt that if Song Ping'an were a demon like her, he wouldn't have only lived for two hundred years, and there wouldn't have been this separation of life and death.

Su Qingqing suddenly became resolute and called out, "Young Master."

When Song Changming turned to look at her, she spoke with utmost seriousness.

"Young master, I will continue to cultivate, for five hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, I will accompany you in your cultivation!"

Even she herself didn't know why she suddenly said these things. She just felt that her young master had been exuding an extreme sense of loneliness these days.

She didn't want her young master to be lonely and sad; these were her true feelings that came out without her noticing.

Song Changming was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Alright, let's continue our cultivation together."

Xiao Huang blinked her bright, fiery eyes twice, then suddenly said, "Me too, I will stay with you and cultivate forever, and I will never die."

With the bloodline and heritage of the Heavenly Phoenix, she certainly has the right to say this.

"Then it's settled, Qingqing, Xiaohuang."

In the end, Song Changming didn't even visit the temple dedicated to him. He only met his old friend in the main city of Cuibai, drank and chatted for half a day, and then left Cuibai Road.

He rarely returns here nowadays.

The Song Mansion in the core area was also bestowed upon Song Ping'an by him long ago, as the ancestral land of his branch of the Song family.

He spent most of his time cultivating in places like Yuanzhou or Shuangzhou, where spiritual energy was abundant and high-level energy was plentiful.

Occasionally, he would take Su Qingqing and Xiao Huang on trips, traveling around the Nine Provinces, exploring secret realms, and searching for ancient martial arts techniques or some unseen treasures.

Fifty years seemed to pass in the blink of an eye to him.

When one truly cultivates oneself, time seems to stand still. The longer one lives, the less sensitive one becomes to the passage of time.

As for Emperor Wu's title, it was through reasoning and persuasion from Emperor Yun and others that he was given the position.

It is only because the human race dominates the nine provinces that there is a need for a ruler of the nine provinces to suppress the world.

Apart from Song Changming, whose strength and achievements are unparalleled, there is no other person in the world who meets the criteria to become the ruler of the Nine Provinces.

Even the Cloud Emperor and others couldn't do it.

Song Changming was not really willing to become the Martial Emperor. It was a supreme status and position, but it was also a burden and a responsibility.

Emperor Yun also saw Song Changming's reluctance, so he only asked for Song Changming's name. If he did not want to manage the court and govern the world, then they could form the Nine Provinces Council and elect nine people to discuss governance together.

Emperor Wu of Song Changming held power above the council, but rarely sought his advice on matters.

Song Changming is like a guardian deity of the human race. He will be another human faith after Emperor Yuan!
That's why, after Emperor Yun had put it so clearly, Song Changming no longer refused.

Normally, he didn't need to pay attention to the identity of Emperor Wu. In his view, there was not much difference between him and the previous emperors, only the names were different.

Anything that the Kyushu Council can handle will not bother him, allowing him to continue his cultivation in peace and focus on himself.

Frost Province, the far north.

On that solid ice surface, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the frame with a whoosh, then slammed into the ice, crashing in at an angle and getting stuck at a depth of over a thousand meters.

The object that was smashed in was the black box that sealed the original body of Yuan San.

Yuan San landed, stomped on the ice, and the black box below was shaken out.

It is quite obvious that the surface of the black box is no longer smooth, but rather full of pits and bumps, with many fist and footprint marks left on it.

(End of this chapter)