Asura Emperor Venerable-Chapter 86 - : Granting a Title

Chapter 86: Chapter 86: Granting a Title

“Family head!” many in the Shi Family cried out.

Their tears were both for the loss of Shi Fengyun and the vanished glory of the Shi Family.

Such was the terrifying power of a Martial Venerable.

A single person could decide the fate of a whole clan; national machinery, wealth, and influence were like bubbles before absolute strength.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

In the midst of the mourning, members of the Shi Family took their own lives one by one, creating a scene of immense tragedy.

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Shi Hao felt neither joy nor sorrow. He had already sworn to take revenge for his foster father, so whatever the cost or infamy he must bear, he would spare no effort.

“From today on, the Shi Family is dissolved!”

With these words, he turned and left.

The fat man hastened to follow. To be honest, he was also greatly shocked, but as brothers are brothers, he would support whatever decision Shi Hao made and follow him to the death.

Outside the mansion, the crowd made way for them without fail, not even daring to meet Shi Hao’s gaze.

After all, he was a Martial Venerable!

And so, Shi Hao and the fat man walked away in solitude, returning to their dwellings.

Shi Hao sat cross-legged, needing to thoroughly plan his next move.

The vengeance for his foster father was now fulfilled.

However, at a great cost. The Shi Family’s experts were all gone, the clan was utterly dissolved. Those who had wronged and snubbed his foster father were punished severely. But his foster father was still of the Shi Family, and as his foster son, Shi Hao personally dissolved the family. He wondered if, beneath the nine springs, his foster father felt relief or sorrow.

“Even if I could do it over again, I would make the same choice.”

Shi Hao’s resolve was unshakeable.

If only someone had lent a helping hand when his foster father faced injustice, instead of accepting the status quo with cold indifference, would his foster father have had any reason to leave the Shi Family in anger and break all ties?

And if his foster father had not left, would Shi Fengyun have had the chance to strike him down?

With so many eyes and ears within his own clan, even he would have had to be cautious!

Therefore, all those indifferent individuals were accomplices in the murder of Shi Tianyang. Shi Hao couldn’t possibly go easy on them.

He weighed this problem briefly before decisively putting it aside, no longer to dwell on it.

Next, Shi Hao had two issues to resolve.

The first was cultivation.

How to break through to Soul Nurturing.

Even though Shi Hao learned from Liu Yixiao that martial arts were divided into three great realms, how could he, as a Primary Level martial master, or a martial artist who had broken through the Four Extremes, possibly know how to advance into Soul Nurturing?

Therefore, to reach the Soul Nurturing realm, Shi Hao still needed to go to the White Cloud Sect.

Of course, he couldn’t possibly go under his current identity—it would be like walking into a net. As for how to do it, he already had an idea.

Furthermore, even though Liu Yixiao confirmed that his previous idea of “breaking through” to become a Martial Venerable was wrong, Shi Hao did not abandon the notion of challenging the tenth extreme.

Why couldn’t it be done?

Why should he accept that nine extremes were the limit of Breaking the Extreme, just because the predecessors said so?

How could he know it was impossible if he didn’t try?

The things Shi Hao had in abundance were fighting spirit, resilience, and stubbornness that would not admit defeat even after crashing into the proverbial southern wall.

The second issue was his identity.

Shi Hao was found by Shi Tianyang by the river, unfortunately, he had no items on him that could prove his identity, but there was blood on him—and it wasn’t his.

That’s what Shi Tianyang had told him.

Thus, it wasn’t hard for Shi Hao to speculate that his biological parents might have been hunted by enemies and had no choice but to abandon him in the river.

This wasn’t an abandonment, but rather an attempt to win him a glimmer of hope.

If that was the case, then Shi Hao definitely had to unravel his own origins to avenge his parents.

— If his parents were killed by their enemies, that is.

The reason for putting this consideration later was because Shi Tianyang had single-handedly raised him, and Shi Hao had to first repay his adoptive father’s great kindness.

Now, he could start to investigate the mystery of his origins.

“First, a trip back to Mengyang City.”

But before Shi Hao had even set out, a messenger from the Imperial Palace had arrived.

The messenger was very polite, knowing well that the young man standing before him, despite his youth, was a pillar of the nation, a Martial Venerable, who had even killed as many as two other Martial Venerables with his own hands.

The Asura Death God, indeed!

“This is His Majesty’s decree bestowing a title upon you,” the messenger respectfully handed over an imperial edict, not daring to require Shi Hao to kneel and receive it.

Shi Hao took it, unfolded it to read, and saw that Chu Dingtian had appointed him as a Patriot Duke, a position even higher than that of a Commandery Prince. He was granted the right not to kneel before the Emperor, allowed to have private armed forces, provided with a maximum allocation of the Moon-Slaying Bow by the Ministry of War, and the number of personal guards could reach up to a thousand.

In addition, the former residence of the Martial Venerate Mansion was also bestowed upon him as his place of residence in the Imperial Capital.

Shi Hao chuckled. The title of Patriot Duke sounded impressive, but it came with no real power. And as for not kneeling before the Emperor… he was never one to kneel anyway.

Having private armed forces was a genuine privilege, but firstly, the numbers were too few, and secondly, Shi Hao was a Martial Venerable himself. Other than for show, this guard unit was essentially useless to him.

Regardless, now that he had achieved the status of Martial Venerable, the Royal Family had to show some recognition.

So be it.

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Shi Hao put away the imperial edict, casually tossing it aside, causing the messenger to tremble with fear.

That was an imperial edict, after all; who wouldn’t treasure it greatly?

But Shi Hao?

He simply treated it as waste paper, tossing it aside without a care.

Yet, what could he say?

“Fatty, let’s go claim the house,” Shi Hao called out.

“Alright!” Fatty responded with enthusiasm, hurriedly following.

The former Martial Venerate Mansion had been cleaned up once more, not only were the broken walls and damaged plaques repaired, but the servants were all changed, mostly charming young women, each as beautiful as the next, making Fatty feel itchy with desire, his peeping urge beyond control.

Shi Hao smiled inwardly. Did the Chu Family think him naive enough to be tied down by beauty because of his youth?

Being handsome himself resulted in one consequence… only beauties were smitten with him, and he didn’t care for them at all.

Those who could catch his eye had to be at least of the caliber of Lin Yueyu.

Unfortunately, so far he had only encountered one, and moreover, he and Lin Yueyu were partners in business, without any thoughts of a romantic relationship.

“Fatty, let’s head back to Mengyang City in a few days,” he said to Fatty.

“Sure,” Fatty nodded, not ready to think of home just yet.

That very night, a visitor suddenly arrived.

Jiang Zhong, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, the second-in-command in the ministry, holding a position of high authority.

Of course, even a high-ranking official from the Imperial Court had to act with the utmost respect before a pillar of the nation like a Martial Venerate, seeking an audience from outside the mansion, awaiting permission to enter.

“The Vice Minister of the Ministry of War?” Shi Hao was surprised. Could it be that the other party had come to discuss the matter of his private guard with him?

“Let him in,” Shi Hao nodded, instructing the servant to invite the visitor in.

Sometime later, a slender man in his forties strode forward, greeting Shi Hao with a bow: “This humble official, Jiang Zhong, pays respects to the Patriot Duke.”

“What’s the matter?” Shi Hao, who disliked red tape, asked straightforwardly.

“I would ask the honored one to dismiss his attendants, as I have important matters to report,” Jiang Zhong spoke.