We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: A Beautiful Girl in a Golden House

“I was so desperate to snatch that concubine away that my body nearly lost control.”

“In desperation, I had no other choice but to beat myself up and use the pain to wake myself up.”

Jiang Li’s smile faded, his expression growing serious.

When it was mentioned that Emperor Wei and Emperor Mengjiang had fought over a concubine, Jiang Li hadn’t thought much of it. In his opinion, these two men’s access to the throne was pure dwarfism. The imperial family had no one capable of shouldering the responsibility, and they were far inferior to Emperor Zhou. Even the most upright monarchs were showing them respect. It wasn’t impossible for them to risk the fate of the nation for their beauty.

But Zhang Konghu was different. To become the leader of the Human Emperor Palace, his cultivation aside, his character was undoubtedly top-notch. For a concubine so beautiful to captivate a rough man like Zhang Konghu and make him lose control of himself, there was definitely something fishy going on.

“I already know about this. How many days are left until the agreed date for war?”

Zhang Konghu said bitterly. “Originally, they agreed to meet on the banks of the Earth Mother River in a month, but their arguments have intensified, and now they’ve agreed to fight on the 25th.”

Zhang Konghu tilted his head slightly, as if hearing something. “Oh, now they’ve changed the date to a fight to the death in 20 days.”

Jiang Li exclaimed, “Wow! Not only has the time been shortened, but now it’s gone straight from a fight to the death.”

He had originally planned to have Zhang Konghu contact the former Human Emperor candidate and ask them to check if their relatives or friends had encountered the men in black. Now, it seemed better to leave the matter of the men in black to other commanders and go to the Mengjiang Dynasty to investigate.

As for the system’s task, it would be postponed for now.

“I’ll be there right away,”

Jiang Li said, immediately terminating contact with Zhang Konghu. On his way to the Mengjiang Dynasty, he contacted another commander and asked him to notify the former Human Emperor candidate.

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At this time, the Mengjiang Dynasty’s palace lay in ruins, evidence of the battle between the Mengjiang Emperor and the Wei Emperor. Had Zhang Konghu not intervened in time to save them, countless casualties would have occurred.

Amidst the ruins, only one glittering golden house stood out, unscathed. It was obvious that the Mengjiang Emperor and the Wei Emperor had deliberately avoided the Golden House during their clash. Zhang Konghu drove away their guards, leaving him alone near the Golden House.

Hearing the increasingly heated argument within the Golden House, Zhang Konghu suspected that before Jiang Li arrived, the two men could have brought the battle forward ten days.

A war involving the lives of millions was not something to be trifled with!

He gritted his teeth, determined to dissuade the two emperors. He slapped himself twice before forcing his way into the Golden House.

“Listen to my advice! Stop arguing. You’re both rulers of a nation. How can you let beauty ruin your nation’s destiny? Leave this beauty to me!”

At

full speed, Jiang Li crossed most of Kyushu in just half a day, rushing from the eastern Great Zhou Dynasty to the western Mengjiang Dynasty.

This speed was astonishing!

Before Jiang Li even reached the Mengjiang Dynasty’s capital, he could hear a rumbling sound like muffled thunder. From afar, he could see three figures soaring over the capital, engaging in a fierce battle.

It was Zhang Konghu versus the Mengjiang Emperor and the Wei Emperor!

Neither the Mengjiang Emperor nor the Wei Emperor was particularly gifted in the immortal cultivation realm; their true cultivation was probably only at the Nascent Soul stage. However, with the blessing of national destiny, the two of them combined were more than enough to rival Zhang Konghu, often even showing signs of surpassing him. If it weren’t for Zhang Konghu’s vast combat experience, he would have been defeated long ago.

This was also because the Wei Emperor was too far away from the Great Wei, and the blessing of national destiny wasn’t working to its full potential!

Zhang Konghu fought with unbridled passion, his witch bloodline ignited to its fullest. The tattoos of the Twelve Ancestral Witches on his back glowed faintly, and an ancient, profound aura filled him.

The stars shimmered in the sky, countless starlight showering the Mengjiang Emperor, making each of his punches feel like a meteorite, pounding Zhang Konghu painfully.

The Wei Emperor held the imperial seal, the eight characters “Received the Mandate from Heaven, May You Live Long and Prosper” etched in the air, like divine providence, obscuring the sky and calling the wind and rain.

“Beauty is only for the strong!” Zhang Konghu roared.

“Get out of here, you roughnecks!” the Wei Emperor bellowed.

“This is the Mengjiang Dynasty, and you will all obey me!” The Mengjiang Emperor refused to give in.

“Calm down!”

Jiang Li instantly appeared above the three men and slapped them into the dust.

The tattoos of the Twelve Ancestral Witches dimmed, the stars faded into the sea of stars, and the characters “Received the Mandate from Heaven, May You Live Long and Prosper” were wiped clean.

It took the three men a long time to climb out of the human-shaped pit.

“Brother Jiang, you were pretty rough with that! You nearly broke my bones apart,” Zhang Konghu chuckled. Jiang Li’s slap had woken him.

Jiang Li scolded him mercilessly, “Thank goodness you still had your wits about you, knowing that fighting shouldn’t involve others. You took to the skies to fight. If you dared to fight in the capital, I’d slap you into hell!”

Zhang Konghu didn’t dare say anything, only chuckling.

Anything he said at this point would be wrong.

Zhang Konghu prided himself on being the best under the Tribulation Crossing stage. He’d have the guts to fight even a Tribulation Crossing master, but facing Jiang Li, he wouldn’t dare to say anything like, “Let’s have a showdown.”

A single slap had dimmed the Twelve Ancestral Witches tattoo, his most proud achievement. This slap could render him utterly bewildered.

“Human Emperor Jiang.”

“Human Emperor Jiang.”

Upon seeing Jiang Li, Emperor Meng Jiang and Emperor Wei, seemingly oblivious to the slap, saluted. Jiang Li politely returned the salute.

“Can I see that extraordinary woman?”

“Emperor Jiang Ren invites you.” Jiang Li had made a request, and Emperor Meng Jiang naturally did not dare to refuse.

The palace was in ruins, and it was difficult to find a place to step, let alone the corridors and paths.

The four of them flew three feet above the ground and flew towards the golden house. Emperor Meng Jiang saw the miserable state of his palace, which was caused by his own hands, and sighed: “Beauty has led me astray!”

“To have such a beauty, let alone destroying a palace, I would be willing to rebuild it ten times and then destroy it ten times.” Emperor Wei shook his head, disapproving.

“Tyrant!”

“Incompetent ruler!”

The two monarchs exchanged insults, threatening to come to blows. Jiang Li coughed softly, and they finally settled down.

The golden house was the most luxurious Jiang Li had ever seen. The exterior was paved with golden bricks of merit, the interior paved with top-grade spiritual stones, and dozens of spiritual treasures adorned the walls. Golden springs gushed, and green lotuses took root.

Jiang Li suspected that Emperor Meng Jiang had emptied the treasury and used it all for this golden house.

Beauty can drive people crazy, nothing can be more maddening.

A beautiful woman in red lay peacefully on the golden bed, her petite body slightly bent, her lips parted and closed, like a sleeping kitten, utterly adorable.

The woman’s features were delicate, a beauty beyond human form. Her snow-white neck was slender, her figure was captivating, and her feet were so delicate they made one want to hold them in one hand and play with them.

Jiang Li’s calm composure wavered at the sight of her.

He had seen this person before! To be more precise, he had seen her portrait!

The portrait, painted on ordinary paper and ink, was forbidden precisely because it depicted this woman!

A woman who should have died!

(End of this chapter)