Eternal Sacred King

This came as a strong blow to Su Zimo. It had totally changed how he looked at this world. It turned out there were indeed immortals in this world. With their powers, any immortal could be above the country, notwithstanding their backers, Iridescent Clouds Palace.

To Su Zimo, it was nothing to lose his scholarly honors. But Zhui Feng was his companion since a young age. It was more than a horse to him, it was his closest kin.

Not long after, Su Zimo reached his mansion.

This mansion was small and deserted. There were only a few rooms. His older brother Su Hong rewarded him with this mansion when he passed the college examination at 12 years old.

Su Zimo carried Zhui Feng’s ashes and buried them beside the peach blossom tree in the center of the courtyard.

“Zhui Feng, I planted the peach blossom tree by myself. It will keep you company in the future. There will be a day where I will pour the blood of Perfected Cang Lang on your ashes!”

Su Zimo’s eyes turned red. He stood by the peach blossom tree quietly for a long while before he turned to leave.

He treaded carefully and smelled the fragrance of strong wine. He swept his gaze across the courtyard and noticed that there was a broken jar of wine in front of one of the rooms.

“Haha.” Zhou Dingyun felt reassured. He grinned. “Indeed, you have not suffered any setbacks before and decided to drown one’s sorrows in wine. You must be dead drunk now. It is just nice. I will cut off the tendons of your hands and legs and take the time to torture you!”

Zhou Dingyun swaggered to the door of the room. The room was unlatched. He peeped through the door and saw that there seemed to be a person lying on the bed. But the light was weak, therefore he could not see clearly.

Zhou Dingyun did not stop to think but pushed the door open with a menacing look on his face, dashing into the room.

There was an even stronger smell of wine in the room. Zhou Dingyun frowned and walked stealthily toward the bed.

When he was about to reach the bed, a shadow came out from behind the door like a ghost.

Suddenly!

There was a cold light in the dark. Zhou Dingyun had yet to react and he could feel a cool touch to his neck. It was prickly and there was a cold voice next to his ears.

“Move and I’ll kill you!”

Zhou Dingyun felt a chill on his back. He had goosebumps all over his body.

He might be physically strong, but Zhou Dingyun was unable to exert any strength.

He knew very well that the thing that was on his neck was a sharp weapon, which could easily pierce through his throat.

“W-who are you?”

Zhou Dingyun panicked, feeling as if his throat had been punctured, and warm liquid flowed down from his neck to his chest.

The feeling was terrifying!

It was as if his life was draining bit by bit but there was nothing he could do.

All of a sudden, someone pulled Zhou Dingyun’s hair by force and jerked him to the back!

There was a tearing pain in his scalp. It felt as if it was close to being torn off from his head!

“Ah!”

Zhou Dingyun screamed in pain.

Zhou Dingyun’s legs went limp and he fell to his knees at the severe pain and life-threatening knife at his neck.

Zhou Dingyun never felt so close to death.

“Take a look at who I am.” The person behind him spoke up again. It was cold and eerie, as if the person was a ghost from hell, seeking his life.

Zhou Dingyun threw his head back in an odd posture, widening his eyes to look upward.

One glance at the person and Zhou Dingyun was terror-stricken.

In the dark, Su Zimo did not have the scholarly aura of a scholar. His expression was grim and menacing. His eyes were sharp and scary. The expression in his eyes was colder than the sharp knife in his hands!

At this moment, Zhou Dingyun could sense Su Zimo’s determination and strong intention to kill.

“Oh no! Now that Su Zimo had lost his scholarly honors and been reduced to an inferior commoner, he is serious about killing me!”

“No, I am joining the immortal sect. I can’t die!”

Thousands of thoughts fleeted through Zhou Dingyun’s mind in that split second. They all morphed into a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Dingyun quivered. “Y-you can’t kill me. If others know about it, y-you can’t escape death…”

“Hehe.”

Su Zimo smiled. “My life is worthless. I want to get someone to die with me. You are really down on your luck to come looking for me. You mustn’t blame me.”

To Zhou Dingyun, Su Zimo’s smile in the dark seemed particularly eerie.

Zhou Dingyun felt even more fear at his calm and indifferent tone.

“Crazy, Su Zimo is crazy!”

He had barely shouted when Zhou Dingyun felt the slight movement of the sharp knife at his throat.

Zhou Dingyun had a mental breakdown at the pulsating pain at his throat.

“S-Second Young Master Su, I beg you to spare my cheap life. I will never do evil in the future.”

“Second Young Master Su, I swear that even if I am lucky enough to join the immortal sect, I will never seek revenge on you. If not, I will suffer a painful death where countless of arrows pierce through my heart.”

Su Zimo was silent. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Dingyun.

Zhou Dingyun panicked further at the dead silence.

Zhou Dingyun could not tell what was on Su Zimo’s mind.

Time trickled by. Just when Zhou Dingyun was close to despair, the grip on his scalp was loosened and the sharp knife on his neck was being removed slowly.

“Scram.”

Su Zimo said coldly.

To Zhou Dingyun, the word sounded like an immortal’s voice. He felt as if he was being pardoned. He crawled and rolled, fleeing from the room.

Zhou Dingyun covered the wound on his neck with his hand and ran to the courtyard, panting heavily.

After the narrow escape from death, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth and had a malicious thought again.

“Su Zimo is after all a scholar. Previously he was prepared, but right now, he won’t have chances of survival.”

There was a murderous look in Zhou Dingyun’s eyes. He could not help but turn to look toward the room.

Su Zimo stood at the doorway. He was clad in green clothes, with a sharp knife that had a one-foot long handle in his right hand. His eyes were cold, he looked like a tiger that was capable of devouring humans. There was a murderous aura about him!

There was a sense of ridicule in his expression, he seemed to have seen through Zhou Dingyun.

Zhou Dingyun’s evil thought vanished instantly.

Zhou Dingyun had no idea about how deep the wound on his neck was, and he was clueless about whether Su Zimo had any other tricks up his sleeves. No matter what, he would not take the risk again.

“Revenge is a dish best served cold.”

With that, Zhou Dingyun fled the mansion hurriedly.