Chapter 723: The Arrival of the Immortal Emperor

“Swap to another immortal artifact and try again!”
Faced with Zong Yi’s doubts, Su Che didn’t panic or try to explain anything. Instead, he activated another teleportation portal.
Judging from Su Che’s expression, Zong Yi felt he wasn’t playing tricks, so he took out another immortal artifact from his storage rings and entered it, ending up in Su Che’s hands.
This action showed his full confidence in his own strength—he was certain he could break through the immortal artifact’s space in an instant and take down Su Che before the latter could use any other tactics.
Su Che indeed had no intention of playing tricks; he truly wanted to send him to the Immortal-Demon Battlefield. His only ulterior motive was to get him inside first—whether he could get out was another matter.
Entering the Immortal-Demon Battlefield wasn’t easy, and escaping was even harder!
Yet, this attempt yielded the same result. It seemed the portal’s capacity had been exceeded, and it exploded with a bang, causing Su Che’s teleportation to fail as well.
Zong Yi reappeared and watched Su Che quietly. Clearly, he needed a reasonable explanation—or else…
After a brief thought, Su Che analyzed calmly, “The Immortal-Demon Battlefield was created by several great immortals. Its purpose is to wait for one person—the one with innate abilities to completely suppress the Origin Demons. He is the hope for the entire immortal realm to rid itself of the demon threat…”
While seemingly explaining the battlefield’s purpose, Su Che was actually indirectly warning Zong Yi: I am that person. If you intend to harm me, have you considered the consequences?
Zong Yi’s lips twitched slightly, almost like a faint sneer, or it could be interpreted as him wanting to say something but holding back… No one else could guess what he was thinking.
Su Che continued, “Inside the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, those Golden-Winged Demon Kings have existed for tens of millions of years, all at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level. None of them have managed to reach the Immortal Emperor level. Does that mean the battlefield simply doesn’t allow Immortal Emperor-level power to enter? That’s why all the previous teleportations failed.”
Faced with Su Che’s reasoning, Zong Yi remained silent, but his expression clearly softened—he seemed to accept Su Che’s explanation.

However, this person was cunning and inscrutable; no one could predict what he might do next. That’s why Su Che warned him in advance: It’s very likely that the several great immortals have been watching me silently. Please think carefully before acting…

After a brief silence, Zong Yi finally spoke up. He said, “Alright, I can trust you, but…”

He didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he suddenly stopped and turned oddly to look up at the sky behind him.

Following his gaze, Su Che and Zhuo Feng also looked in that direction and saw a figure gradually taking shape in the air—dressed in flowing silk robes and long skirts, a woman!

At such a height, right above the Haoyuan Heavenly Market, who would dare to fly?

There was only one person— the sole ruler of this realm, Emperor Feng Lin the Immortal.

When the Immortal Emperor arrived, all immortals submitted to him.

“Welcome, Emperor Feng Lin the Immortal!”

At least ten thousand people inside the Heavenly Market witnessed this scene. As if they had rehearsed countless times, they bowed in unison and chanted in harmony.

The old monkey and the Black Widow also rushed out of their shops and paid their respects to Emperor Feng Lin the Immortal above.

In the sky, Emperor Feng Lin the Immortal waved his hand lightly before descending into the backyard of Tianxuan Treasure Shop.

Although he was an Immortal Emperor, he didn’t seem much different on the surface, almost similar to a female immortal like Fei Yun.

To be honest, true immortals in the immortal realm were already transcendent beings with noble temperaments. To what extent could his nobility extend? To what degree could his authority be formidable?

On the surface, everyone could appear perfect. The only real difference— and the most important one— was inner strength!

With the Immortal Emperor’s arrival, Su Che and Zhuo Feng surely had to bow in respect. Only Zong Yi remained unchanged in expression and posture, though his gaze shifted slightly.

He simply said calmly, “Feng Lin Daoist arrived quite quickly.”

“It’s my domain. I can arrive whenever I want.”

Emperor Feng Lin the Immortal’s voice was slightly hoarse but highly magnetic, with a unique charm. “May I ask your name, Daoist?”

“Just call me Zong Yi,” he replied with a smile. “Feng Lin Daoist, please don’t misunderstand. I’m not trying to be mysterious. In fact, I’ve never had a fixed name, which is quite different from most immortals.”

Emperor Feng Lin the Immortal nodded gently. It was just a name; since he didn’t care, why should others?

Zong Yi glanced at Su Che and asked Emperor Feng Lin Xian: “Is it for this young man that you’ve come?”
“More or less,” Emperor Feng Lin Xian replied truthfully. “It’s my first time seeing him too. Before this, I only heard that he might be able to help my sister with something.”
“Then we’re the same.”
Zong Yi still spoke at that slow pace, as if he had endless time to spare: “I’m here too because I need his help with something.”
Emperor Feng Lin Xian’s gaze shifted to Su Che’s face, his expression meaningful, as if to say: A mere mortal immortal, yet with such great appeal…
Su Che stood there, appearing calm on the surface, but inwardly he wondered suddenly: “As a great shaman, Tian Yin’s strength should be on par with an emperor like Feng Lin, right?”
Lao He interjected, “I think Tian Yin is stronger than these emperors.”
“Why do you say that?” Su Che asked casually.
“Tian Yin is one of the top great shamans of the shaman race, the most trusted and capable ally of the Shaman God,” Lao He replied. “But these emperors—there are so many of them in the immortal realm, right?”
“Maybe,” Su Che murmured to himself.
“What’s wrong?” Lao He asked oddly. “Missing her?”
“Mm,” Su Che admitted inwardly. “Especially right now…”
“Go find her!” Lao He immediately became excited. “And then live off her!”
Ignoring such nonsense, Su Che’s attention returned to the situation at hand.
At that moment, Emperor Feng Lin Xian was saying to Zong Yi, “If you need his help, of course I have no reason to stop you. But even without considering the principle of who arrives first, I hope you’ll use gentle methods and not really hurt him. Because he holds a hope for my sister. She’s been waiting for hundreds of millions of years for this.”
“Hundreds of millions of years?”
Zong Yi shook his head slowly. “Much longer than me…”
He had only waited seventy million years…
In the immortal realm, only three things matter: strength, rules, and reason.
At this moment, both of them were emperors, equally strong. Since it didn’t involve rules, reason was the only option left.
Emperor Feng Lin Xian was reasoning with him.
Zong Yi nodded, turned to Su Che, and asked softly, “Now that an emperor is here to back you up, what do you say?”
Su Che showed neither fear nor hesitation. Instead, he replied calmly, “As long as it’s within my ability, I’ll do my utmost. But the condition is that I need enough time and trust.”
“There’s plenty of time. But in this immortal realm, does true trust even exist?”

Zong Yi seemed to speak these words to himself, then turned to Emperor Feng Lin Xian and asked in a low voice, “I want to take him away. I promise I won’t hurt him. By saying this, can I gain the trust of Fellow Daoist Feng Lin?”
These words carried an obvious provocative tone. Emperor Feng Lin Xian’s expression turned cold, and his magnetic voice also became much lower: “I once trusted seven people. As time passed and tested them, I killed them all. It made me very sad… So I told myself that I would never suffer sadness a eighth time for the same reason.”
Zong Yi laughed. “You had as many as seven times? I only had one, and it nearly drove me mad!”
Their conversation appeared to be casual, but in reality, the atmosphere in the courtyard had already turned tense. Su Che, Zhuo Feng, Yuan Yuan, and even the Old Monkey with the strength of a Great Luo Golden Immortal all felt a suffocating pressure, as if their skin was stretched tight and they could hardly breathe.
As immortals, they wouldn’t die from suffocation even if they didn’t breathe for ten thousand years, but here, it seemed possible to truly be strangled to death…