145: Chapter 85 I’ve Opened My Meridians 145: Chapter 85 I’ve Opened My Meridians It was the eunuch outside the Taihe Palace who noticed something unusual.

As the stars rose in Central Heaven, he was dozing against a red pillar outside the Taihe Palace door when a surprising chill awoke him, bristling his hair; then he heard the high-pitched sword sound, and frosty Sword Qi filled the entire palace.

The Emperor, now thirty years old, hurried here in panic, his heart lifted by the sound of his ancestors’ swords.

Three hundred years ago, on the eve of great chaos, the Emperor of that generation could still wield his sword, command the war chariot and the army, and fight against the heroes of the world.

He was a tyrant, yet not a foolish one, still courageous enough to lift his sword.

However, he died in chaotic battle, and the realm fragmented.

Among the initial allies who overthrew that era of peace, there was the founding monarch of Liang Country, the first overlord of Tuyuhun, the Stargazer from the East Continent Star Observation School, and young prodigies from the All Schools.

They tore apart the decaying state that had privileged the aristocratic families above the common people, who wept blood, desiring to recreate clarity and brightness.

Yet even so, not one among them could lift that sword.

In the end, they could only seal the Red Emperor Sword with a red cord soaked in the blood of that great Emperor.

Rumors spread unchecked.

It was said that when this Chi Xiao Sword would be drawn again, all the countless traitors of the past would be purged, and blood of the heroes would flow beneath the sword’s edge.

Since three hundred years ago, no one had been able to wield the sword, and the legend had gradually faded.

The Grand Emperor’s face was feverish as he prayed to his ancestors and then reached out to grasp the sword hilt.

The sword sound was stark.

When the Grand Emperor grasped the sword, he felt only a sharp pain in his palm; instinctively, he flung his hand out, a sharp gash bleeding continuously, and his fervor turned rigid as he stared intently at the Chi Xiao Sword before him.

The Chi Xiao Sword had rejected him.

The eunuch bowed and said, “Your Majesty, shall we inform the six Palace Masters from the Academy?”

The Grand Emperor took a deep breath and responded, “No need, I will speak to them myself.”

“You found something strange about this sword today; you will be rewarded.”

The look on the eunuch’s face turned joyful, the next moment his head was severed from his body.

The Grand Emperor, wrapped in the red energy of the Divine Dragon, held his own sword, looking at the tranquil Chi Xiao Sword.

The kneeling eunuch, still bowing with his hands, caught his own head, his face still wearing a jubilant smile, possibly thinking about sending money back to his parents.

The Grand Emperor clenched his fist, his eyes fixed on the sword, his teeth clenched so hard that blood seeped through:

“Chi Xiao…”

“Would you say you are not my ancestor’s sword, is there anyone else in this world who could match your grandeur?!”

“Don’t you want to slay those traitors, those villains?!”

The world’s Academy was founded by the Emperor who, after the Red Emperor, was the second to lift this sword.

Each generation from All Schools would select six of the strongest to assist the Emperor in civil and martial administration.

But the Grand Emperor was well aware that what they recognized was the “common folk of the world,” not his family.

The initial heroes gathered under the Red Emperor, recognizing him as an unparalleled rural hero.

If the change in the Chi Xiao Sword was discovered and he could not lift it,

The six Sect Masters from the Academy would stay here, but the Thirty-Six Sages and Seventy-two Essence from the Academy would spread like stars’ fire across the skies, the Academy lying dormant, yet among them were strategists like clouds and fierce generals like rain, and the world would truly change.

The Emperor bit his lip, blood seeping from his teeth:

“Eight hundred years have passed since my ancestor’s era, eight hundred years prior.

If each generation is twenty years, that’s forty generations; even the benevolence of a gentleman, cut after three generations, most have become commoners by now, yet many still have a trace of blood connection with the Red Emperor.”

“Chi Xiao, are you saying you would recognize anyone with even a trace of that lineage?”

“Or are you saying…”

“Another hero like the Red Emperor has appeared in this world.”

“So, you think he has returned?”

“Why is that hero not me?”

“Why won’t you help me?”

The Great Emperor, left with only the region of Central State, staggeringly sat here, in front of him, the Chi Xiao, which trembled the world each time it was unsheathed, lay calmly placed there.

And in the distant Jiangnan, within the capital of Chen Country, someone looked up, noticing the strong wind in the sky.

“…The Dharma form of the Green Bird?

Reflecting starlight.”

“…That damned abomination!”

“A troublemaker of the world, destined to be butchered, that mud-legged bastard!”

“He’s still alive?!”

……

Li Guanyi composed himself, watching the water flow past outside, slowly calming down, then he squatted by the water’s edge, washed his face, looked at his reflection on the surface and slapped his cheeks before going to find his Aunt.

He now possessed the abnormal Dharma Form of the Green Bird.

Although the Green Bird and the Mystic Turtle had no corresponding cultivation or Divine Skills, the Dharma Forms themselves had unique properties, like the Mystic Turtle finding opportunities, like the unending vitality of the Green Bird.

Murong Qiushui did not care, merely teasing the young man treating her wounds, extending her hand to him with a playful smile.

Murong Qiushui joked:

“Li Nu’er, treating your aunt’s injuries every day, you care about me this much?”

Li Guanyi rested his palm on Murong Qiushui’s wrist.

His gaze slightly lowered, the Four Symbols Skills circulated, according to Elder Zu’s directions in the “Imperial Pole Worldly Scripture”; the Red Dragon Dharma Form transformed into a blue long wind, Li Guanyi’s black hair at the temples lifted slightly, and behind him, the Dharma Form of the Green Bird, much stronger than the others, emerged.