Bian Chunchou opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
Wen Xu-Xu had never gone back on his word, so Bian Chunchou chose to trust him.
"What are you going to do?" The emperor looked markedly weaker after coughing up blood. He was probably in the habit of taking medicinal pills; Wen Xu could smell a faint trace of medicine in the air. In the Mortal Realm, they would be worth a fortune.
No wonder he had kept his youthful looks despite never cultivating.
"You cannot kill me."
Wen Xu nodded. "I know. You are both my birth father and the ruler of Great Prosperity. Killing my father would defy the bonds of kinship, while killing my sovereign would bring calamity upon the people. Besides, you are capable at ruling the realm. If I kill you now, I will suffer a backlash."
The emperor clearly had not expected this wretched son to lay it out so plainly. "If you know that, are you still going to kill me?"
"Death would be far too easy on you." Wen Xu could not curse to his heart's content the way Chunchou could, but he no longer wanted to tangle with this madman who had no limits. He wanted to return to Yonglu Mountain, to Springless Peak, as soon as possible.
"Nine years ago, when my master first met me, he told me I bore an Imperial Destiny. Unfortunately, someone had suppressed my Destiny Pattern since childhood, leaving it almost no chance to rise. From the moment I learned that, I wondered who was so determined to target me."
"Lan Qiao said his master Yutan died from a backlash. You were adept at killing with a borrowed blade, yet the backlash was that severe. Clearly, you are