Chapter 513
Chapter 513
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 513
>Chapter Title: To the Capital
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“Ugh, first it’s the Dharma Sect rebelling, now it’s the purge of the Sitting Oblivion Dao. Nothing but trouble, and everyone’s been deployed.”
Nangong sounded a bit impatient about the current situation.
Hearing this, Li Huowang’s mind stirred at once. “How’s the purge of the Sitting Oblivion Dao going?”
“See for yourself. I’m busy here.”
As the thick book was flipped open, Li Huowang looked at the wanted notices for Sitting Oblivion Dao members, all marked with huge “EXECUTED” stamps in bold strokes.
The sight eased the heavy pressure weighing on his heart quite a bit. The Supervisory Division was doing a stellar job against the Sitting Oblivion Dao.
Combined with the records in this ledger and the battle in the capital earlier, Li Huowang figured that this branch of the Zibingzi Wannizi had mostly been wiped clean.
Even among the Three Origins and Four Joys, the Supervisory Division had scored big: all four North Winds eliminated, three East Winds dead, two Red Dragons down, one White Dragon killed, and one Fortune Tile gone.
And one of the Dice had already died before. Which meant the last Dice was practically on their own now.
“To take down the Sitting Oblivion Dao, our Supervisory Division has gone all out,” Li Huowang said to Nangong behind the wooden cabinet as he flipped through the pages.
“It’s more than that. I heard they didn’t just team up with the Supervisory Divisions from other countries—they even roped in a bunch of righteous sects. And to convince them, the inner treasury shelled out a fortune.”
“Righteous sects?” Unpleasant memories surfaced in Li Huowang’s mind.
“But now the Sitting Oblivion Dao’s gone to ground. Facing this kind of heat, they’re all hiding, not daring to show their faces. We haven’t caught anyone in the last month.”
Li Huowang nodded silently at this.
He was in a tough spot, threatened by Dice, but Dice wasn’t faring much better. His own odds of winning weren’t as slim as he’d thought.
The tricky part now was that Bai Lingmiao was in Dice’s hands. Even if he won, it wouldn’t matter if he couldn’t ensure her safety.
Li Huowang closed the ledger in his hand and turned to Nangong again. “Why isn’t there a wanted notice for the Sitting Oblivion Dao’s Dice?”
“Oh? You know quite a bit, huh? Even about Dice. Dice is handled by Supervisor Yuan personally—that’s one of their leaders. No ordinary person could deal with them.”
Supervisor Yuan. Li Huowang recalled the three pairs of hands with unnaturally long nails under that cloak.
It didn’t surprise him that Supervisor Yuan could handle Dice. But even he, a Red Dragon of the Sitting Oblivion Dao, had no idea where Dice was now. Could they really track them down?
“Hang on—could those Great Qi Sitting Oblivion Dao members still be around? What if they team up and ambush Supervisor Yuan?” The thought sent a chill down Li Huowang’s spine.
“Don’t worry, Brother Li. They’re not Heartbound like you, and they’re Great Qi folk after all—they can’t stay in Great Liang this long,” Zhuge Yuan replied, and Li Huowang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
True. Supervisor Yuan had spotted the Great Qi Sitting Oblivion Dao arriving, so he’d surely accounted for that.
“By the way, Brother Nangong, with all the unrest in the capital lately, any internal word from the Supervisory Division?”
At this, Nangong, who had been nonchalant before, grew serious. His voice took on a formal edge.
“Erjiu, you know the Supervisory Division’s rules: we never meddle in royal power struggles. If you want inside info, don’t come to us—we’ve got none. The Four Libraries won’t record a single word on it either.”
“For old times’ sake, I’ll give you a heads-up. Sure, you’re under the Geng Banner, but you haven’t been formally instated. You’re just a loose affiliate here. If you stick your nose in, the Division won’t drag you back out.”
“But if something happens—if you get killed or carved up alive—no one in the Division will even collect your corpse. Think it over carefully.”
“The change of Great Liang’s emperor is such a huge deal, and the Division truly won’t intervene at all?”
“Intervene in what? Yeah, the Supervisory Division has to coordinate some things with the emperor, but the throne’s not settled yet, right? Let ’em fight. Whoever wins is emperor.”
“You might not know this, but history’s full of this stuff—way wilder than this. The Division’s seen it all.”
“Relax. The civil and military officials aren’t blind. At worst, some people die—it won’t shake the kingdom’s foundation. If it gets out of hand, someone will step in.”
The Supervisory Division’s indifference far exceeded Li Huowang’s expectations. They only cared about when that most venomous, strongest king would emerge, not even glancing at how many bugs died in the breeding pit.
“Thanks for the reminder, Brother Nangong.” With nothing more to learn, Li Huowang left the underground hall and returned to his quarters.
He arrived at the small courtyard that Ji Xiang had given him before and sat on the bench under the dwarf tree, silently piecing together all the information he’d gathered in the capital so far.
Li Huowang reaffirmed his goals: rescue Bai Lingmiao, and ideally team up with the Supervisory Division to kill Dice.
Fool him once, shame on them; fool him twice, not again. Cut the grass, remove the roots—only the dead pose no threat.
But accomplishing both goals right now was incredibly tough.
He didn’t know where Dice was, or where Bai Lingmiao was trapped. He had no direction to even start pushing.
As he pondered, Li Huowang’s gaze hardened, and he clenched his fist tighter. “I’m still too weak. I can’t stop cultivating!”
“This isn’t just about reviving Zhuge Yuan—it’s about whether I can protect myself and those I care about in this chaotic world.”
“In a situation like this, who knows if the Sitting Oblivion Dao has spies in the capital. I’ll follow Dice’s plan for now, while secretly building up resources and waiting for an opportunity.”
“In this capital, I’m not the only one Dice has crossed. With the Divine Mountain Ghost Eye stolen by Fighting Matron, both the Great Liang royals and the Supervisory Division must hate Dice to the bone.”
“But in this mess, how do I play them against each other—stir the pot so they clash and I get what I want?”
“Red Dragon boss, watch out for one more thing. Dice knows who you are. If they go down swinging and spill to the world that you’re a Heart Spirit and a Sitting Oblivion Dao member, that’ll be a show.”
“I’m not Sitting Oblivion Dao!” Li Huowang’s voice suddenly spiked.
“Hahaha! Come off it, Red Dragon boss.”
Li Huowang shot to his feet and glared furiously at the Sitting Oblivion Dao hallucination. In the next instant, he balled his fist and smashed it right into the hallucination’s face.
The Sitting Oblivion Dao hallucination sat stunned on the ground for a moment before realizing what happened. “Hahaha!! I’m alive! I’m alive!”
But the next second, Li Sui’s tentacles reached out from the side, wrapping around its body—only to pass straight through.
“Hahaha! You’re dead again! The Daoist played you.” Seeing the dejection on its face, the monk beside them burst into delighted laughter.
(End of chapter)