The Steward Demonic Emperor

Chapter 1271, Disaster Knocking
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“Steward Zhuo, it here!”

“What is?”

At the break of dawn, Li Jingtian rushed into Zhuo Fan’s study. The latter looked up from the latest reports with a frown.

Li Jingtian grinned and bowed, “Like you predicted, the Emperors’ lands are in chaos once more. People are missing en masse now from largely the area once belonging to the Wraith Emperor, Sword Emperor and the others. They must’ve run out of materials and gone out for another hunt, he-he-he.”

“Although it’s easy to absorb thousands of people, the regrets of each person have to be removed one at a time to prevent the regrets from twisting one’s thoughts and causing insanity. Zhao Chen didn’t and neither did the Enchanting Empress. Ha-ha-ha, they have passed the point of no return. Do they think the pinnacle of demonic cultivation is so easy to train in?”

Zhuo Fan sneered. Li Jingtian nodded with a mocking smile, “They were quite careful the first time around, covering their tracks in their abductions and leaving no trace behind. Now they just kill and train in the open. They have already lost it, and didn’t even bother to think, ha-ha-ha…”

“What about the people in those areas?”

“In panic. The sudden appearance of those lunatics spread panic and terror. The people are fleeing all over the place.”

“The time for the Luo clan to step up has come.”

Zhuo Fan’s eyes shone, “Elder Li, call Old Dan and the other top experts. We’re splitting up and removing the last of the Eight Emperors for good. It will make the lands hum as the people shout out the Luo clan’s name for days on end!”

Li Jingtian nodded, looking excited.

[Awesome, we’re finally doing it!]

The top Luo clan experts split into groups for their designated mission to take down the last four of the Eight Emperors.

They might be Saints, but the ex Sword Kings were no average peak Emperors either. Zhuo Fan had complete confidence in them.

At the same time, in a lavish pavilion, the three Sacred Mountains’ disciples lay back in their chairs to enjoy the bright sun. The gentle breeze brought fresh air that soothed their relaxed minds.

Xu Tianchuan sneered at the two, “Being one of the Eight Emperors is so damn easy, we’re practically on holiday, ha-ha-ha…”

“Yeah, just delegate all matters to others. Why bother doing anything ourselves? We were too green when we arrived and all our hard work was only met with dissatisfaction.”

Qu Xiangfeng grinned, “Elder brother, it’s even better than on the Sacred Mountains. No one bothers us about cultivation, we are free to be our own masters, ha-ha-ha…”

Wu Qianqiu agreed, “The best part of all, we can just forget about the monthly reports to the Sacred Mountains and just enjoy a life of bliss and freedom. I bet our fellow brothers and sisters would seethe with jealousy if they knew how good we had it.”

The three laughed together.

Xu Tianchuan sat straight just then, “I must say, that Zhuo knows his stuff. We tried all we could to solve the problems but he did it like it was nothing. I can see why the Demonic Emperor had him take over his lands. It’s so much easier with him around. With him having a handle on everything, we can just kick back and enjoy life.”

“Right? It’s amazing how someone of his low cultivation can order so many experts around. They’re so quick to listen too; a real talent.”

Qu Xiangfeng sat straight as well, laughing, “Leave the Emperor lands in his hands and we’ll get endless holidays. Better than on the Sacred Mountains, right guys?”

The others laughed along.

A thunderous roar had the two shivering, “Brats, did the Sacred Mountains send you here on vacation? Humph, nothing but garbage!”

Whoosh!

The three scrambled out of their chairs in fear, bowing, “Greeting 6th Sacred Mountain Lord. How may we be of assistance?”

“You dare ask me that? You don’t even know how bad you messed up?”

Ugh!

The trio looked lost, with Xu Tianchuan gathering his courage to say, “Mountain Lord, we don’t understand what you mean. We have low talents, but we never neglected our duty in the Emperors’ lands. With the Sacred Mountains’ blessings, the lands are safe and prosperous. We dare not take such credit. Whatever mistake we might’ve made, it’s unknown to us.”

“Oh, nice excuse you got there.’

He Haodong mocked, “Then I should be showering you with rewards for a job well done, right?”

“No, how could we…” The three shook their heads with wide smiles.

He Haodong’s face twitched, “Heh, you really want a reward. Now ask yourselves this. Were you the ones who pacified the lands, or you had not the slightest involvement?”

The trio shook, exclaiming.

[Mountain Lord He knows the truth. But what’s so bad about it? Why the hissy fit?]

“Mountain Lord He, we didn’t do everything ourselves, but we found the right man for the job. How is that any different?”

Xu Tianchuan explained, “We three alone had to recruit helpers. Master has also warned and trained us to recognize talent. Haven’t we done just that? Why so angry?”

He Haodong glared at their gullible faces, “Humph, you found a mighty helper alright. So great that you’ve made all of the Emperors’ lands oblivious of your existence. Everyone only knows of the Luo clan leading and not the Sacred Mountains. The mere mention of you had them spouting curses and looks of scorn. Is this the great credit you earned the Sacred Mountains?”

“What? B-but how?”

The trio were stunned, “Steward Zhuo gave us the reports for a preview the past year. How could the world not know we’re the ones ruling the Eight Emperors’ lands?”

He Haodong barked, “You worthless fools, that’s just for show. Have you ever taken a walk outside and seen whose name they’re shouting? The Luo clan and Zhuo Fan. They don’t even know you’re his puppets. That’s worse than a puppet emperor, who at least the people see and are aware of. Is this why we sent you down here, to be lost in obscurity?”

“What? That…”

The trio were floored now, then were filled with righteous rage. Xu Tianchuan slammed the table, breaking it into pieces this time, “That son of she-dog played us for fools! We’ll peel his skin and tear his flesh from his bones!”

The trio shot to their feet to make good on their threats.

He Haodong’s expression was dark as he flared his nostrils, “I’m coming along, since this is why I’m here. You have been an utter disappointment so far. You had no idea the other had used you for the entire year, disgracing the Sacred Mountains. We can no longer trust you with anything. I’m here to make sure the job is done and not let you mess it up further!”

He Haodong flew away.

The other three gnashed their teeth.

[Curse that Zhuo Fan, toying with us and ruining our good name. We’ll have your head for this. You and your Luo clan…]

Crack!

The trio’s power exploded with their fury…

In a dark forest, the ground was filled with dust and pieces of cloth.

As two people appeared, Sword Child said, “Dad, just like the other four cities, he cultivated here as well. The cities, having been so large, still had some remains, but there’s nothing here. That means…”

“This is his hideout where he brings back everything he got outside.”

Zhuo Fan snickered and roared, “The Sword Emperor, stop hiding. We know you’re there. The once great head of the Eight Emperors, who reduced his own men to dust and butchered innocents, hasn’t got the nerve to show himself?”

“Shut your pie hole!”

An angry roar came and the world shook. An old man with messy hair flew in the air, staring down at them. His figure looked demonic with the black energy swirling around…