Chapter 2463: Buying a Life at the Cost of a Family

As the Eight Jia Commander, Kuang Ming naturally knows the current emptiness of Tianjing City. So, upon hearing about the True Dao’s attempted assassination of the Son of Heaven, even though his primordial spirit's life and death are in the Dao Head's hands, he couldn't help but feel anxious for the Dao Kingdom. At such a critical moment, if the heaven collapses in an instant, the eternally flourishing Central Empire could very well collapse today!

But hearing the True Dao Head's undisguised words, the fire of his primordial spirit calmed down a bit. If it were the True Dao Lord during his prime, assassinating the current Emperor Jing would have been almost guaranteed to succeed. That was, after all, a Middle Ancient Human Emperor, the strongest transcendent acknowledged by all sides, a great being who directly pursued the Middle Ancient Human Emperor!

But the True Dao Lord's residual shell... A dead transcendent, can he kill a living transcendent?

"No matter what, Kuang Fengzhou is a heroic lord who directly rivals Taizu and Taizong." It must be said that these brothers, who are two lives in one body, are indeed worthy of the name. Kuang Min asked precisely at this moment, but from a slightly different angle than Kuang Ming's concern: "If he dies, and with Shenxiao imminent and a great struggle in the world, the Dao Kingdom will likely have difficulty finding peace." He, on the other hand, seemed to have confidence in the True Dao Head's ability to wield the True Dao Lord's residual shell!

"The state and the altars do not exist for Kuang Fengzhou," the Dao Head's voice slowly spread. "If he dies, there will naturally be a new ruler."

What does this mean? Among the existing heirs to the throne, is there someone supported by the True Dao? Or does it mean that the current lineage might be overthrown? In any case, the imperial family cannot be surnamed anything but Ji... Emperor Wen is still alive! He is an eternal transcendent!

Kuang Ming's primordial spirit flame swayed again, connecting everything of the Dao Kingdom, as if wanting to ignite this bright fire to drive away the shadows for the Dao Kingdom. But the hand that represented the True Dao Head pushed it forward again, offering it to Kuang Min's mouth, the meaning of the voice within unclear: "Just now I heard you and Kuang Ming say so much, and I thought you had wavered in your true nature, pitying illusory things."

At this moment, the double-headed, four-armed body was truly miserable to the extreme. The head representing Kuang Ming hung low, and the half-body representing Kuang Min had a blind eye, a broken heart, and a broken hand. He used the intact hand to casually take the primordial spirit flame, saying carelessly: "Deceiving him. Saying those things was to shake his spirit. Keeping his life for so many years was only to better hide my identity and control the strong army — illusory things, not worth caring about, but he is indeed cruel enough."

He clenched his five fingers, just about to extinguish the primordial spirit flame, but stopped: "Wait a bit, my current state is too poor, I cannot perfectly swallow him." His tone was so indifferent, like temporarily storing food. He sent the primordial spirit fire into his body to seal it.

The Dao Head did not show any indication for this. The True Dao executioners have enough freedom to do anything without reason. That hand merely probed over, pulling out the wooden hairpin nailed in Kuang Min's eye. This process was very fast but very concrete. The substantial wooden hairpin was held in hand, while the real injury turned into an illusion. Kuang Min's eyes shone with divine light, without even a trace of blood!

"Three Difficulties Divine Tribulation Flying Immortal Needle?" The Dao Head's voice had a slight ripple.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a dangerous eye... penetrating the nine heavenly curtains, overlooking the human world, staring at Qian Chou with unclear meaning: "This... Hundred Treasures True Monarch, you learn very broadly!"

"All things in the world have a price, Qian does not dare to cheapen even a cent, all are cherished..." Qian Chou still smiled: "You overpraise — overpraise!"

*Hua la!* His figure shattered! On the spot, a cracked dressing mirror appeared, its treasure light stirring and breaking in the mirror fragments.

*Hua la! Hua la! Hua la!* One after another, a total of forty-nine dressing mirrors shattered in the void. Countless mirror pieces wound far away, like a winding heavenly road. Finally, Qian Chou's reflection rapidly flickered and continuously extinguished, being endlessly cut by the fragments. Those pursuing dangers were also thus divided off.

In the void, there was a huge dressing mirror, horizontally suspended like a floating continent. He passed through the light and gap, slightly embarrassed, suspended above this mirror, both hands slightly drooping.

*Da, da, da.* Fresh blood dripped from his fingertips, smashing on the mirror surface and stirring into various strange shapes, like drops of blood-colored flowers.

And at this moment, a wisp of red flashed past in front of Kuang Min, precisely reflected in Kuang Min's other just-recovered eye. That was Sun Yin's burning red hair!

"I almost thought you were a transcendent!" Sun Yin's hand, as if a river of fate surged over, like dragon fish leaping out of the water. His fist, like a mountain, instantly turned into a palm, the palm flipped into a finger, the finger ignited a flying white flame, burning lifespan and moving forward, instantly burning through Kuang Min's line of sight, colliding towards the True Dao Head's hand.

Eternal Tribulation Profound Art, One Finger Leaving Hate Heaven Outside Heaven! "What dog shit True Dao Head. Also within the limits of this world, what are you pretending to be!"

The True Dao Head was too strong! Almost presenting a posture of crushing everything. And his words were not secretive; he even spoke about the assassination of the Jing Country Son of Heaven, seemingly having absolutely no intention of leaving anyone alive. Sun Yin himself was not lacking in courage to fight for his life; he could not watch with open eyes as the True Dao Head defeated everyone one by one. So he instead actively attacked towards the True Dao Head, and with the strongest killing momentum. His words were vastly different from his past style, exactly his extremely unprepared performance. But just as he always laughed at You Yan for having no talent for scolding, he himself was not too effective in speech. His fist and finger were his weapons; his flesh body carried through his killing intent.

Faint, almost traceless power, like a page of the sky curtain flipped over. This hate arises in the heart, one finger comes from outside heaven. It reached the power limit of the present world, shuttling in the void. All that appeared before this finger was without a doubt destroyed!

Kuang Min witnessed all this, only using the intact hand to dust off the corner of his clothes. And the hand belonging to the True Dao Head lightly flipped over —

It seemed as if nothing happened. But in the line of sight, there was already nothing. The double-headed, four-armed body, even Qian Chou, Zhao Zi, all did not exist.

Sun Yin, while pushing the Eternal Tribulation killing momentum, lifted his eyes in extreme horror. He saw — The hand representing the True Dao Head had already replaced the sky dome. The sky crack valley seen by looking up was precisely the palm lines of this hand! Such a terrifying giant hand; the birth and death of all things, the rotation of the sun and moon, insignificant bases or vast waves, all happened within it.

Sun Yin gazed at the infinite possibilities of the contemporary absolute peak. But infinite possibilities were all within one palm.

*Hong long long.* This palm flipped down, and everything ended.

Zhao Zi, hidden in the shadow of the Shadow Sundial, only saw the hand representing the True Dao Head lightly flipping back. In the center of the palm — the Sun Yin, shrunk countless times, was flying, rushing, and tumbling within it, continuously attacking, but like a pitiful flea, no longer able to jump out of the palm. With her Cave True Eye, she fundamentally could not clearly see how the confrontation occurred. But the result of the battle was clear.

Such terrifying means! Sun Yin had, after all, already ascended to the peak. Although he had enormous consumption at first, he should not have been crushed so easily. An absolute world prodigy, covered by one palm. Five fingers like mountains, unbreakable. Such a power level, could it still not be transcendent?

No one in the field could be more clear about the True Dao Head's strength than Kuang Min. Throughout Sun Yin's entire battle process, this True Dao executioner always dialogued with the True Dao Head, not disturbed in the slightest. "For the assassination of Ji Fengzhou, can it succeed?"

The True Dao Head fundamentally did not express anything to Sun Yin, just as if he was only chatting while eating a meal, casually crushing a fly. He casually said: "The Dao Lord's residual shell has been nurtured for many years; in this war, it has transcendent power. Ji Fengzhou, borrowing the momentum of Great Jing Country, also has transcendent power. Both sides are not eternally free, and both are not stable enough."

"But Jing Country is not the Jing Country of the Ji surname family, but the Dao Kingdom of the world's Dao cultivators. We True Dao are the orthodox Dao Gate, and we have decisive influence on the Dao Kingdom. We only need one opportunity, as long as we shake it at the key moment, it is sufficient to pull Ji Fengzhou down from the dragon throne."

"My using divine intent to push the Dao Lord's residual shell can in fact be seen as me confronting Ji Fengzhou — we'll just see if Ji Fengzhou has been hiding and tucking things away all these years, whether under his splendid robe are lice or a sharp sword. We'll also see if I can grasp that instant."

The True Dao Head spoke cautiously, but between the lines, he had invincible confidence. He had the qualification to examine Ji Fengzhou, test Ji Fengzhou, and he certainly could grasp the key opportunity.

"I am saying — in addition to this power." Kuang Min pondered: "I'm just afraid of interference from others."

"The Central Empire was originally an eternal hegemon. The Dao pulse does not need an emperor of a splitting Dao Kingdom; what it needs is a monarch who can unite various forces. Ji Fengzhou has overstepped this time; no one will save him." The True Dao Head's voice rolled like thunder, traveling in the high sky, as if delineating everything: "Moreover, everyone is too late."

No matter how notorious the True Dao is, the true Dao Gate people cannot deny the True Dao's contribution to the Dao Gate, and they are all clear about the True Dao's maintenance of the Dao Gate's honor. Who can say the True Dao is not the Dao Gate? Who has the qualification to say the True Dao is not orthodox? Ji Fengzhou purging the True Dao so fiercely, no matter the reason, is considered self-mutilation! And exerting force so suddenly, borrowing the external force of the Equality Country to start, with the eyes and ears of the True Dao spread to every corner of the Dao Kingdom, they were actually unable to get news beforehand. Not only did the three Dao Gate脉 not receive trust in this matter, the entire Jing Country court, even specifically within the Emperor's Party, those who knew were necessarily few — but as long as a few more knew, the True Dao could react in advance, as they did many times in the past, and like Ji Yan Yue's death.

What kind of behavior is this? To put it lightly, it is the Son of Heaven's suspicion, harshness, and ingratitude. To put it heavily, this is Ji Fengzhou's dictatorial move, simply suppressing the country by himself! Today he can exterminate the True Dao like this; tomorrow Great Luo Mountain, Jade Capital Mountain, Penglai Island, can they still be whole? Can the three Dao Gate脉 truly be self-secured?

He is certain that various sides will not intervene, and indeed it is too late. And the several True Monarchs guarding Tianjing City, added together, do not have the ability to intervene in a transcendent-level struggle. So he will resolutely activate the True Dao residual shell! All hidden for so many years, it should have been used at the time of channeling water to finalize the sound. But the world is a chess game, everyone makes moves, even the former True Dao Lord could not completely have his way and failed to escape the disaster of falling, let alone the current True Dao. Since he has already smelled unprecedented danger, he has also paid unprecedented determination. He is flipping out the biggest trump card, staking everything in this game, gambling on this situation!

"Since you are personally controlling the residual shell with divine intent, if the matter does not succeed —" Kuang Min was not afraid to show his worry; even with the greatest confidence, he had to make the worst plan. Compared to temporary ups and downs, the continuation of the True Dao was the most important thing: "Dao Head's identity..."

The True Dao Head was very calm: "These years I have often practiced sitting in meditation, and I have cut many shares of the rootless meaning. Even if it doesn't succeed, they must not catch me."

"How does Dao Head plan to handle him?" Kuang Min only asked about Sun Yin at this point. Because the battle had just ended at this time. The shocking absolute peak battle, only one palm flip. That grand voice was suspended like the sun and moon, without waves: "Not bad material, make him into a Dao soldier."

"A bit of a pity," Kuang Min said. Once made into a Dao soldier, it is absolutely impossible to maintain the power of Derivation Dao and forever lose the possibility of ascension. Someone like You Que, his future was originally infinite. If he joined the True Dao, he might not necessarily be unable to grasp the eternal truth. Afterwards, he would be like a walking corpse, fixed at a certain instant, and his spirit would indeed be wiped out.

"Better to have one drop of true source than ten thousand acres of false nature," the Dao Head's voice said.

*Dang!!* Then such a loud sound was heard, cutting off their conversation. Looking up, there was a bronze-colored blade edge, fiercely chopping on the True Dao Head's palm, emitting a shaking sound. It was Qian Chou's imperial law coming to aid Sun Yin. The hand that caught Sun Yin suddenly bloomed open, instantly covering the sky and earth again, infinitely broad. And that bronze-colored blade edge circled and turned, flying rapidly, continuously colliding with the five-finger mountain, clearly a huge blade wheel, giving this palm world almost infinite chops!

"It's good that you don't want even one acre of false nature," Qian Chou's voice, under such an offensive, also showed a few points of fierceness and sharpness: "Furthermore, let me ask you, can true gold and silver be counted as true?!"

"I say... not counted," the True Dao Head's voice boomed like heaven's thunder. That majestic sky-supporting five-finger peak moved slightly, and then the heaven and earth shook! And in Zhao Zi's vision, clearly the True Dao Head bent a finger and flicked it, precisely flicking on that madly rotating blade wheel, stopping it on the spot.

The bronze-colored cold light suddenly stopped, staying in the air. All over the sky, whistling blade light fell like snowflakes. Looking closely, what was suspended there was not a blade wheel? Clearly a huge ring coin! Outer round, inner round, central square. All things have a price, the world circulates.

"Dao Kingdom ring money, ah," the True Dao Head's voice, with a few points of unclear smiling intent. Among which was undisguised pride for the Dao Kingdom! "The world's business path has never not respected ring money. Because the Central Empire is eternally first."

The sky-supporting five-finger peak opened with a *hong long long* sound, and the hand that only represented the True Dao Head probed out again, making all things in the world small because of it. The huge ring coin turned into a small piece; the treasure light on it was also crushed! "But you use the edge like this, do you know that money is too sharp and not good for walking?"

"Go!" This ring coin slipped and flew back, rolling up terrifying flowing wind, like a dragon volume howling, actually killing towards Qian Chou! The True Dao Head's voice rang again: "Spying on my truth? Who permitted you to come?"

His hand opened and closed, and the entire world flipped with it. Thumb and index finger lightly pinched together, actually penetrating the shadow of the Shadow Sundial, just pinching Zhao Zi in his fingers! At such a moment, Zhao Zi's blood-stained fingers were still pressed on her brow, still spreading — she wanted to spy on the True Dao Head's true face, know his truth, and find his true gap. This was also the only thing she could possibly do in this battle.

Pity she was not permitted. The True Dao Head did not directly pinch her to death; he only lightly loosened his fingers, letting her fall into the palm — another Dao soldier. He did not need her answer, nor did he ask her story, because she was too weak! Even if she had hatred, she did not possess power.

Yet, that ring coin rolled up the roaring flowing wind, like a mix of ten thousand sword blades, instantly killing to Qian Chou's front. Qian Chou stood there, his entire person already turned into a golden figure. Not the "golden body" of a cultivator's divine arrival, nor the "golden body" in the sense of a Buddha cultivator. But a naked pure gold body. Red dust wealth qi, vulgar luxury. This body was made of a pile of money, this *zun* was ten thousand gold fur. Coupled with Qian Chou's wealth-bringing smiling face, it was very hard not to feel the true taste of the so-called "copper stench." This fragrance was precisely a soul-bewitching fragrance; no one in the world does not love money!

Qian Chou lifted a hand, and countless gold ingots fell from his sleeve, falling one by one into the void, as if redeeming or buying something. He just reached out with these two gold-shining fingers, and in the long sound of gold and iron intersecting, he heavily clamped down on the copper coin that was killing back towards him! His gold-stained robe just flipped up. Endless wind blades chopped at the gold body.

*Ding ding clang clang clang!* The sound was like blades cutting ears. The money in his fingers also cried loudly.

Qian Chou lightly shouted: "Buy and fix your leaving hand."

In a flash, the wind and clouds quieted; the True Dao Head's casual strike had ended. On Qian Chou's face, there was a deep blade mark, cut by the copper coin, but he still had his wealth-bringing smile. And the copper coin in his fingers, nurtured by the surging wealth qi, was undergoing drastic change. The inner round turned into a square. The merchant's smoothness had sharp edges, enough to wound its own heart and make people see the truth! Outer round, inner square, this was also his heart.

The Hundred Treasures True Monarch pointed this money towards the True Dao Head's hand: "I do not know your face, do not know your name, do not know your origin — but to fix your destination, to write your tomb inscription, I want to buy your life!"

What person in the world sells this kind of goods? Willing to throw a thousand gold, ten thousand gold, infinite gold. This money pointed, and the heaven and earth illusions changed. Red dust rolled, and suddenly the human world appeared.

"Come, come, come, take a look, take a look, ah."

"Sharpening scissors loh!"

"Steamed buns! Steamed buns! Hot steamed buns!"

"Guest officer, are you staying at the inn?"

The heaven and earth had countless dressing mirror fragments, all left behind by Qian Chou when he escaped earlier. Countless mirror surface fragments refracted a hundred kinds and a thousand sorts of light and shadow. When Qian Chou pointed the front of the copper coin, these light and shadow jumped out, responding to a thousand calls and ten thousand responses, weaving the dust qi. There were peddlers carrying burdens, people shouting outside doors to welcome guests, enthusiastic shop assistants... Dense golden human shadows, in the noisy hustle and bustle, all moved towards the hand representing the True Dao Head. Money comes and money goes, money ties red dust.

People in the world, a hundred thousand kinds, who can escape the character "money"? Money is the hero's gallbladder, money is a good man's heart. With reason, no one asks; without money, an inch is difficult to walk.

Hundred Treasures · All Living Beings! This was the true power of the business path True Monarch! Even with Kuang Min's power, and his confidence in the True Dao Head, at this moment, his shock was hard to hide. Since the beginning when Lian Cheng True Monarch Jin Qiu Ming was exterminated by the last generation of the Yang Emperor clan, leaving the hateful words "the business path is like livestock, cut my yearly pig," the business path True Monarch has long been absent from the world. He did not expect that one was quietly hiding inside the Equality Country.

And what kind of terrifying accumulation of red dust was this before his eyes! He did not know how much effort was spent, how many business paths were opened, how long the copper coins were ground back and forth. One cent of money, one cent of goods, one cent of life and fortune, dripping into a sea, gathering sand into a tower, yet all paid for this one strike. A family of ten thousand wealth tilted the entire bet. Clearly a gambler, where was the merchant?

A business path True Monarch's past accumulated wealth qi and dust qi were all thrown into this one finger, pushing its power to an unimaginable degree. Tilting the family to buy a life! Rolling red dust, endless wealth qi, almost grasped into a paintbrush. Drawing the human world, writing the emotions of the world.

In the void, a human form was outlined just like this. The hand belonging to the True Dao Head finally had a more detailed description. Trunk, four limbs, head. The true body representing the True Dao Head, at this moment, had a complete form. The battle had been conducted for so many rounds, Kuang Ming, Sun Yin, and Zhao Zi were successively captured, and only now did the True Dao Head allow people to see a complete human shadow. Worthy of the contemporary era flowing with desires, an era where wealth qi rampages in the human world. With money, one can make ghosts push mill; with money, one can also buy... the complete descent of the True Dao Head!

That was a difficult-to-describe person, wearing a piece of black clothing that covered everything. One could not distinguish male or female, nor could one distinguish tall or short, fat or thin. At least he had appeared there, captured by people's line of sight, so he only had a bit of a must-embody respect. His head was probably wearing a crown, the shadow of the crown seemed to hide the remnant trace of the Dao.

"Impressive!" he said. He praised sincerely. Because this actually made him feel a bit tricky, tricky but still not dangerous, so he still had the leisure mood to appreciate it. And he had a pair of eyes like black amber embedded on his face, murky yet full of oppressive sensation looking over — all viewed without emptiness, all seen only true. Where did Qian Chou's wealth qi come from? What side did Qian Chou's dust qi tie to?

The True Dao Head stood before the double-headed, four-armed Kuang Min, remotely facing Qian Chou, one hand virtually lifted, one hand stretched forward, just lightly sketching a wipe like this. That rolling red dust, endless wealth qi, the bustling all living beings. Segment by segment, they disappeared. Just like that, they were wiped off! Like a pool of filth, like a painting made with chopsticks dipped in wine and water, being lightly wiped off with a cloth!

If Jiang Wang were here, he could certainly recognize it. That year in the Cloud Top Immortal Palace, he encountered that scene, that which he remembered so shockingly — He saw on the ruined wall the two blood words carved as "Dao thief," how they disappeared stroke by stroke. His original prisoner chains, how they were wiped away segment by segment. Nay, even the welcome guest pavilion that disappeared south of Chi Yun Mountain, that woman named Zhong Qin! All disappeared in the same way.

And this picture in fact represented... Nay, it was a supreme Dao law, a true ultimate Dao! The beginning of all things is called "yuan," the micro of all things is called "one." This technique resolves the yuan and returns to the one, erasing everything in the most thorough way, letting the target return to the eternal source sea. Of all the killing techniques in the world, none are so profound. If it were not for the True Dao Lord, that proud existence in the world, where would such a true law that directly returns to the source sea come from?

Sun Yin and Zhao Zi both fell into the True Dao Head's virtually lifted palm. At this moment, gazing at the world outside the palm, they personally saw this one wipe, and they were both horrified on the spot, unable to speak. Kuang Min had seen it before, even he himself was trying to master it, but seeing it again personally, he still couldn't help but be convinced by this power. He felt deep awe for the True Dao Lord who swept across various heavens and suppressed all sides in those years.

Only Qian Chou. He did not smile. The smile that hung on his face all year round was like a scab being torn off. Underneath it was a wound that had not yet healed; how many years later, fresh blood still dripped. He stood there blankly, blankly looking at everything that had disappeared. Clearly nothing was left, but he looked blankly. Those eyes were so sad. As if looking at a blazing fire, the flame tongues swallowing the ruins. That was his home, never to return again.

Asking for a bit at the end of the month.