Chapter 390: Blood Bead
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Su Chen!”
A hoarse voice rang out. Everyone looked over to see a ball of blood mist churning where the Imperial City of Dashang had been, with Shang Zhou’s voice sounding from within.
However, compared to before, this voice was far too weak. Although he could be reborn, after taking a strike from an imperial weapon, his whole body was grievously wounded, his strength plummeting to an extreme low.
At this moment, not to mention a Saint Realm powerhouse, even if several Quasi-Saint Realm experts joined forces, Shang Zhou would have great difficulty dealing with them.
“Oh? I didn’t expect you to still be alive,” Su Chen said, looking at Shang Zhou rebuilding his body, then at Shang Zimo with her complicated expression. His eyes flickered slightly.
He did not continue to kill but instead formed a seal with one hand. Countless rays of light fell from all directions, sealing the newly returned Shang Zhou.
After sealing Shang Zhou, Su Chen continued moving. Under everyone’s gaze, he clenched his palm and grabbed a blood bead the size of a baby’s fist from the dust.
The bead was as red as blood, as if formed from blood itself. Yet oddly, it did not smell of blood but rather carried a strange fragrance.
Light circulated over its surface. With just a casual glance, one could see endless power hidden within this blood bead, enough to transform someone completely.
This was none other than the object refined by Shang Zhou through the Heavenly Bloodshed Formation. It contained the blood essence of countless lives. It had not been destroyed by the imperial weapon’s strike just now.
Now with Su Chen finding it again, countless people looked at the blood bead in his hand with fiery eyes. They understood this bead was a tremendous opportunity. Even giving it to an ordinary person would likely quickly help produce a Saint Realm or Great Saint Realm powerhouse.
The main reason was that most refined by Shang Zhou’s Heavenly Bloodshed Formation were ordinary people. There weren’t even many saints among them. If it had been the work of the Profound Heaven Emperor, this bead’s value would probably be several times greater.
Su Chen looked at the bead, raising his eyebrows slightly. His gaze slowly swept the surrounding people, eventually landing on Shang Zimo.
Shang Zimo stood there awkwardly. Facing Su Chen, she felt somewhat ashamed of her inferior status. Although she really wanted to step forward, she didn’t know what to say.
The difference in their status was far too great, leaving her at a loss for words temporarily.
Shang Zimo’s previous status was not as low as the Dashang princess. But unfortunately, Dashang had far too many princesses and princes – one Shang Zimo meant little.
Moreover, Dashang had been completely destroyed for colluding with dark creatures.
As for her other identity as a Profound Heaven Emperor’s descendant, she did not dare speak it aloud. Once known, it would attract countless ambitious people. After all, the Profound Heaven Emperor’s reputation was far too notorious.
Countless years ago, his descendants had been hunted down miserably. Exposing herself now would court death without any benefit.
“Miss Zimo, after so many years we meet again,” Su Chen said gently, walking down from the sky.
The Profound Heaven Seal in his hand seemed to sense something, retracting its divine light. Its originally vast aura quickly dissipated. Soon it reverted to an ordinary jade pendant.
After a buzz, the Profound Heaven Seal broke free of Su Chen’s hand, returning to hover before Shang Zimo.
Su Chen was unsurprised by this. This imperial weapon did not belong to him, Shang Zimo had only lent it to him. If he had been greedy, trying to forcefully keep it, the outcome would likely be the same as Shang Zhou – not obtaining the weapon, but heavily injured by it instead.
“Um… Benefactor!”
Shang Zimo had a slender figure and long straight legs. Dressed in an unsullied white palace gown, she stood there at a loss hearing Su Chen’s voice, stammering for a while before slowly uttering two words.
“There’s no need to be so formal. Didn’t you call me Big Brother Su Chen earlier?” Su Chen chuckled and spoke slowly.
“Big… Brother Su Chen…” Shang Zimo stole a glance at Su Chen and said carefully.
Just now, because the situation was extremely urgent with Shang Zhou having the absolute advantage, she had anxiously called him so since she was worried that Su Chen might encounter danger. But now, having to address him that way again would be somewhat awkward.
Without her halo as Dashang’s princess and the Profound Heaven Emperor’s descendant, she was just an ordinary woman, perhaps even inferior to some common girls. Her aptitude was unremarkable.
If that was all, probably few would value her since she would never amount to much. But with Su Chen’s connection, countless people would be willing to give him face.
However, things would differ with an imperial weapon. Although the imperial weapon was sentient, no one could control it. Once its remaining power was exhausted, it would just be a slightly stronger dead object. Many covetously wanted to claim it for themselves. An insignificant Qi Sea Realm girl protecting an imperial weapon was laughable.
Now, calling Su Chen “Big Brother” helped resolve countless difficulties for her. Many with ulterior motives would have to weigh Su Chen before touching Shang Zimo.
Although not yet a great emperor, who could guarantee Su Chen would not become one in the future? With his displayed potential, it was likely just a matter of time. This world was nothing but a pond to him. His true stage was not even the Central Plains, but the legendary Immortal Realm!
Shang Zimo was meticulous enough to understand Su Chen’s thoughts. After considering cause and effect, her gratitude was boundless. Without Su Chen, she would have died at her father’s hand. And now, for her future, he had even defended her before so many people.
One had to know that she was a huge problem now. Even Su Chen would face great pressure sheltering her because an imperial weapon might attract the prying eyes of a saint king or even quasi-emperor!
“Miss Zimo, since you called me Big Brother, I can’t just sit by idly.” Su Chen smiled at Shang Zimo and spoke gently..