After they sat down, Chen Changsheng asked Shang Lu about the events of these years.
Shang Lu slowly explained his experiences since leaving the mountain.
Back then, after leaving the mountain, he hadnât stayed in Autumn Moon Market. He and his Junior Sister had settled in Liangzhong County, two hundred miles west of Yan County. At that time, they had taken jobs at a merchant guild and later traveled with a trading caravan, transporting goods.
âThe Proprietor had powerful backers and started doing business in cattle, sheep, and ores between Great Jing and the Northern Desert. Junior Sister and I followed the caravan to the Northern Desert.â
âNo one expected that once we went, weâd end up stuck there for good.â
At first, the situation wasnât so tense. But after the Northern Desert planned to march south with its army, things got out of hand.
The entire caravan was detained within the Northern Desert.
But the Northern Desert was anything but peaceful. The caravan abandoned all the cattle and sheep theyâd collected, keeping only some jewelry and ores to load onto the carts. Even then, disaster still struck.
The whole caravan was killed. Shang Lu only managed to save himself and his Junior Sister by risking his life.
As he spoke, he pulled open his robe, revealing a deep scar running from his shoulder down to his chest.
Zi Su dragged him for dozens of miles. Finally, due to excessive blood loss, Shang Lu passed out.
âThis scar was left from back then. I almost died. Fortunately, a woman from the Northern Desert rescued me. She applied some herbs to my wounds, and I pulled through.â
âHowever⊠I lost touch with Junior Sister.â
When he said this, Shang Luâs expression turned gloomy.
âAnd because my wounds hadnât healed, I stayed in her tent. At first, I thought she was one of the Northern Desert Tribes. I only learned later she was originally one of the Jing people. Her family had been falsely accused and exiled to the Borderlands. She later fled to the Northern Desert.â
âShe was following a small nomadic tribe of the Northern Desert at the time. She found me when fetching water by the river.â
âShe taught me the Northern Desert language. Since the fighting was intense and I couldnât go back anymore, I decided to pose as one of them and join the small tribe. Usually, I pretended to be mute to avoid being recognized.â
The Northern Desert tribes admired strength. However, they didnât truly understand Qi and Blood martial arts. Their fighting style relied mainly on physical hardening â pure raw strength without any real skill.
Because of this, Shang Lu had an advantage. He earned the tribeâs deep respect after several times successfully defending their herds, making their livestock plentiful and their strength grow.
âAbout a year later, the original chieftain died of illness. All I wanted then was to return home early. But unexpectedly, the people in the tribe wanted me to be their new leader!â
âSoâŠâ
Shang Lu reluctantly took that position.
âRoughly another half year later, our tribeâs power started expanding. That drew the attention of the Heâer Khan Tribe, who were raiding south against Great Jing.â
âBack then, their tribe was formidable. I was outmatched. I figured since I got this tribe by pure fortune anyway, I could just run if things went badly. So when they came to negotiate, I surrendered immediately. My entire tribe got absorbed into the Heâer Khan Tribe.â
âA few more years passed. Great Jing was defeated. My original tribe achieved the highest credit during the war. By the will of the tribal people, I inexplicably got promoted to a Ten-Thousand-Man Commander.â
âThen, Heâer Khan contracted smallpox after heading south. He didnât have long to live. Various tribes grew restless, ready to make their moves.â
âAnd thenâŠâ
Shang Lu looked up at the Great Master and said, âI started a rebellion!â
Chen Changsheng sorted out these events, feeling astonished.
He simply didnât know what to say.
It was likeâŠ
Getting handed an empire for free?
Shang Lu coughed and said, âTo this day, none of them know Iâm one of the Jing people.â
âYou said earlier you pretended to be mute. Wouldnât that invite suspicion?â
âBy then, Iâd learned the Northern Desert language well enough. Later, I found a shaman. After a Sacrificial Ceremony and some magical fussing, I was able to speak again. I explained it as the âShaman Ancestorâs miraculous blessing.â These Northern Desert folk didnât doubt it at all. They firmly believed it was divine portent.â
Chen Changsheng smiled helplessly and said, âYouâŠâ
âEven I feel itâs unbelievable, Great Master.â
Shang Lu said, âI can hardly believe it myself. I quite unexpectedly became an emperor.â
Chen Changsheng said, âNo wonder the streets and the Imperial Palace of Western Xiao seem so similar to Great Jing.â
Shang Lu sighed. âGreat Master, this gives me such headaches. Fighting in martial contests? I excel! But being emperor? Itâs truly beyond me.â
âAnd I donât have many capable subordinates. Worse, I canât use Jing people. If they got suspicious, everything would be over.â
Chen Changsheng chuckled and asked, âDo you mean to say you want to give up being emperor?â
Shang Lu looked at the Great Master. âWell, Iâve thought about it. I plan to search for Junior Sister afterward. I havenât had any news of her for all these years.â
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng said, âYou will not be able to find her.â
Shang Lu hesitated, âGreat Master, do you⊠know where my Junior Sister is?â
Chen Changsheng said, âThink about that time. Were you really able to survive such a heavy knife wound and lose so much blood solely through physical resilience?â
âIâŠâ
Shang Lu thought back. He had always questioned it even then. He had believed he was beyond saving, yet somehow lived through it as if by a miracle.
âZi Su now walks the Immortal Path. While you were unconscious in that state, a Celestial Immortal took notice of her. Thatâs the true reason why you survived.â
âThatâŠthatâs wonderful!â
Shang Lu exclaimed.
But immediately after, he froze. Several times, he tried to speak but swallowed the words back.
His gaze wandered restlessly around the room. Finally, after a long silence, he spoke again.
âGreat Master⊠Junior Sister⊠she wasnât pressured into it, right?â
Chen Changsheng looked back. âThe Immortal hadnât coerced her. She made that choice herself. The price for it was saving your life.â
Shang Luâs lips parted. He dropped his head, eyes vacant and unfocused.
Chen Changsheng watched him and said, âAll men speak of Immortal Fate being so rare. Zi Su had this blessing.â
âIâŠâ
Shang Lu hung his head low. âGreat Master, I know itâs a fine thing. But I wonder⊠perhaps Zi Su wasnât that eager for Immortal Fate.â
Chen Changsheng smiled a little. âWhy do you feel so?â
Shang Lu replied, âJunior Sisterâs single greatest lifelong dream was for the shidi Shixiong brothers to go back up the mountain together someday. To just⊠be as we once were. What a pity⊠Clearly itâs too late for that!â
Then he looked up at the Great Master.
âGreat Master, you know the workings of the world beyond knowing. Would you let Shang Lu know? Does Zi Su⊠live well now? Is she happy? If she is happy, then I, her Senior Brother, would naturally rejoice for her. But if she is unhappyâŠâ
Chen Changsheng stared back. âAnd if she is unhappy⊠then what?â
âWhat do you feel, Great MasterâŠâ
Shang Luâs gaze suddenly hardened with resolve. He met Chen Changshengâs fixed sight and stated slowly, firmly:
âIf I raised an entire world⊠could it withstand the Immortals above?â