Mission: Seduce the Master!-Chapter 300: Transcendence

Please.

"Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please."

Madness.

It was driving him insane, stripping away the last remnants of his reason, turning him into a madman. Xie Qing blinked and looked around. Everything around him was frozen.

He stood beside Yao Yao, who was staring angrily at the Heavens.

"…"

The man quietly turned his head toward the Heavenly Emperor. He was still standing there, proudly—as if time itself had stopped him. Everything around was motionless, and the only living being with any color was Xie Qing.

"What… madness…" muttered Xie Qing, his voice sounding as though he hadn't eaten or drunk for millions of years. Nothing reflected in his dark eyes.

Kh-h-h… A pained groan escaped him.

Xie Qing clutched his heart. It ached fiercely, as though it was tearing apart from the inside. But this wasn't a physical pain.

"Yao Yao… how… how could I forget you?" a voice resounded in his head.

Slowly turning his head toward the beautiful girl with golden hair, he could feel the pain in his heart becoming uncontrollable, as if it were trying to break free.

"Yao Yao? Who… who is she?" thought Xie Qing.

His feelings toward her were undefined. He couldn't remember much, but he was certain of one thing.

"This place… I don't belong here."

Everything felt so realistic that Xie Qing was losing himself. He would glance at Yao Yao, then at the Heavenly Emperor. No distinct emotions showed in his black eyes.

Not because he felt nothing. No, quite the opposite.

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"Kh… kh! Kh! Kh!"

…there were too many emotions. And all these emotions…

They were devouring him from the inside.

***

"Hm?"

Mei Feng frowned in puzzlement, touching her heart.

"What? It… it's beating so fast…" the woman murmured, and the confusion in her voice was unmistakable.

Thump. Thump. Thump!

A heart that had once been frozen in time began to beat wildly again. It was as incredible as if the heart of a dead person had resumed beating.

And Mei Feng, who felt her heart beating again for the first time in so long, wasn't glad but only frowned.

"What the hell… when I transcended to the level of Transcendence, I had to sacrifice my own heart, and since then, it hasn't beaten. What's happening now?!" she thought to herself and stood up. Her gaze turned toward the pavilion, or more precisely… to the floor where Xie Qing lived.

And suddenly…

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

"What…"

Her heart began pounding even harder. As if it wanted to break free from her chest. Mei Feng clutched her clothes over her chest, shock filling her eyes.

"Why… what's going on? Did something happen to him?"

Her first reaction was shock, and the second… worry.

So it was no surprise that right after her heart began racing, Mei Feng used spatial technique and arrived in Xie Qing's room. What she saw shocked her.

"What?!"

Her gaze was fixed on the one and only person in this room—Xie Qing.

Boom! Boom!

Mei Feng frowned. She ran to Xie Qing, who was sitting in a lotus position with his eyes closed, while a whirlwind of Qi swirled around him.

And this wasn't ordinary Qi; it was Superior Qi!

"How is this possible… I thought that Superior Qi had become so rare in this world…" Mei Feng murmured in astonishment.

A vortex of Superior Qi swirled around Xie Qing, as if trying to protect him. And most terrifying of all…

"For some reason…" Mei Feng muttered, placing her hand on her sword, which, as always, was strapped to her belt. The woman's eyes widened, and her pupils, shaped like crosshairs, gleamed: "I'm afraid of him? How is that possible? Moreover, his aura… it's so strange. As if I'm facing not a human, but…"

The woman swallowed her words when Xie Qing suddenly opened his eyes. She was about to check his condition, but…

Boom!

"Ugh…"

Everything around shook. Even the pavilion, whose construction was so perfect that a cultivator at the first stage of Transcendence would struggle with it.

And right now, because of this single guy who hadn't even reached that stage…

"Hold on…"

Mei Feng gathered herself and took a closer look. Xie Qing's cultivation level…

"What… is… this?" Mei Feng murmured, her voice trembling. Today, she had experienced more shock than in her entire life.

For…

"The peak of Divine Transformation! And… he doesn't seem to be stopping!"

The woman waved her hand, activating a formation. Soon, the Qi swirling around Xie Qing became even denser. And in Mei Feng's eyes…

"Monster!"

There was fear and… madness.

"Damn monster!"

***

In fact, not only the pavilion trembled. The entire outer world was in chaos. Although the earthquake wasn't so large as to cause massive destruction, it…

It definitely rattled the nerves of the unprepared. There was no avoiding casualties, nor could the cause of the earthquake be identified.

But most intriguingly…

"Hm?"

It wasn't only the Mortal World that was trembling. This also affected…

The World of the Immortals.

***

High in the Heavens, in a place where even Immortals cannot easily tread… stood a magnificent court.

The imperial palace, set upon the clouds, was silent, as though no one resided there. Yet, in reality, this was far from the truth. On ordinary days, it was a bustling place, for it was known as the Heavenly Court. And it was here that the Sovereign of the Heavens lived.

The Heavenly Emperor.

"Hm…"

A quiet, hoarse voice echoed in the lonely throne hall. Behind a curtain that revealed only a silhouette sat a man with an unremarkable face. He looked like an ordinary, kind neighbor in his middle years, yet his luxurious garments and his inexplicably majestic aura made it clear that the word "ordinary" was a grave insult to this man.

"Heavenly Laws… I cannot access them. For forty years now, I have lost my right. Could it be that the Heavens have turned away from me?" he murmured.

In stark contrast, his voice was imposing—it sounded so deep and grand that it could make even the most vile criminals confess and strike fear into the bravest of hearts.

And this voice belonged to the Heavenly Emperor.

"How strange. Could it be that the Heavens have turned away from me? But that cannot be. The Heavens cannot have a mind," the Heavenly Emperor muttered and shifted his gaze to the ceiling, where a grand scene of the great war between his forces and the dragon race was depicted. Looking at these illustrations, the Emperor frowned, "If the Heavens were to gain a mind…"

The Heavenly Emperor was a great benefactor, but also a great murderer. Who under the Heavens was unaware of his heinous deeds committed to strengthen his influence?

The genocide of the Golden Dragon race alone had caused many to hide their claws and not dare to sharpen them.

But because his Karma remained stable—neither positive nor negative—his fate was clear.

"And… lately, I feel a tremor. As though misfortune awaits me," thought the Heavenly Emperor as he glanced at his right hand. "The Executioner…"

No matter how he pondered, all his thoughts returned to the Executioner… perhaps the greatest sinner under the Heavens.

"Even a billion of my finest soldiers could not leave a scratch on him, while he, on the other hand, managed to sever my hand," the Heavenly Emperor recalled and suddenly slumped back into the cold throne, exhausted. "My eternal nightmare. Perhaps he is the only one who could be a threat to me. And I cannot even locate his reincarnation, as the Heavenly Laws are closed to me."

The Heavenly Emperor cast his gaze toward his sword in its sheath, lying on a soft red cushion near the throne. He stood up and took it in his hands.

"The Celestial Sword. My proud weapon, with which I overthrew the Divine race. And…"

The Emperor calmly unsheathed the sword, but…

"…a testament to my shame and defeat."

The scabbard held only the hilt—no more, no less. Once, this weapon had felled hundreds of billions of beings, but now it was only an ornament.

"You destroyed my sword, severed my hand, and executed me during the war," the Heavenly Emperor remembered aloud. His face twisted, and his voice turned colder, "If it weren't for the Heavenly Protection…"

The Emperor trembled as he brought his hands to his neck. No scars were visible. Yet he felt pain each time.

"My greatest enemy. The Golden Empress possessed a terrifying ally…" murmured the Heavenly Emperor, looking again at the ceiling.

In a corner, almost inconspicuously, there stood a man with a rusty sword, dressed in rags. His stance was straight—one hand held a sword, and in the other…

The head of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Damn…"

The Emperor couldn't bear to look at the painting for long and averted his eyes. His hands trembled, and his teeth clenched.

Hundreds of millions of years had passed since that war, yet the memories were still fresh.

And each time, the Heavenly Emperor returned to that place. The wasteland where the battle took place.

And each time. Every, every, every time!

He saw the glint of the sword, his headless body, and… the Executioner's voice.

"Remember my name, pathetic coward. For I will haunt you each time you feel peace. Whether it takes a million, hundreds of millions, or billions of years…"

A shadow covered the Executioner's face, and darkness clouded the Heavenly Emperor's vision. Yet the killer's voice echoed clearly in his mind.

"I will avenge Yao Yao. For I am…"

"The Executioner."

The Executioner's lips twisted, and his voice grew thunderous.

"Xie Qing."