The Emperor of Qingzhou’s Descendant

In the city, people were frantically escaping into the distance. However, there were others who ran towards Qingzhou’s inner city. Among them were monstrous beings with wings on their backs and ordinary people who looked as though they had lost their minds. Most of these folks were young men and women, their eyes alight with excitement.

Meanwhile, at the Blue Sea Pavilion, the sect master gazed at the chaotic scene from his hilltop view.

“The weak run away, the strong come in,” he mused, “This is the future of Qingzhou.”

Behind him, a man in a long robe stood lazily. “Have we found those brats yet?”

“Not yet, but even if we do, they aren’t likely to cause much trouble, right?”

A sly grin appeared on the Blue Sea Pavilion Master’s face. “The more of them we get rid of, the stronger the survivors will become! Eventually, we will have a group of true prodigies, who have climbed up from being ordinary folks. We’ll bring down those who were born into greatness and send them into oblivion…”

…

Inside the tunnel, Fan Ziyu shared his story.

“Over thirty years ago, I met a middle-aged man who emerged from the bronze world. Like others, he had forgotten his experience there. But, he seemed to have lost his sanity. He’d spend his days telling tales of the so-called bronze world in the outer city’s restaurants.

“At first, many believed him, asking questions and indulging him. But eventually, everyone thought he was mad. I was no exception, until one day…” Fan Ziyu paused. “He came to my pill shop to buy pills with the money he’d earned as a storyteller. “I was intrigued and wanted to talk to this man who’d walked out of the bronze world. I saw him holding a bronze tablet near the shop entrance, mumbling something. He was talking about the Emperor of Qingzhou…

“I went in to chat with him. He told me he wanted to create and sell storybooks based on his tales. All the profits would be mine.”

Fan Ziyu looked conflicted as he continued, “I was curious, so I agreed. The story was indeed exciting. We sold those books in just over a month, making a lot of money.

“Years later, he returned to re-edit the story, which was originally strange and violent. The revised version became a moralistic tale of good versus evil, which was well-received and exciting…”

“Wait a minute. The storybook you’re talking about, could it be ‘The Emperor of Qingzhou’s Biography’?” Hua Yanli interrupted Fan Ziyu.

“Exactly. Have you seen it before?” Fan Ziyu asked, surprised.

“Is it really that?!” Xiang Mingfeng, Le Ji ‘an, and the others reacted with excitement.

“I’ve read more than just that. I’ve read Qingzhou’s Strange Events and Qingzhou’s Historical Records,” She Wanshan said, eyes gleaming with excitement. “We’ve even read all the works about the emperor.”

Their eyes reflected a nostalgic expression.

“I can vouch for them being hardcore fans,” Qin Huai said with a complex look.

Xiang Mingfeng and the others were definitely hardcore fans. Even in the bronze world, the idea that the bronze world was some sort of test left by the emperor was based on these people’s deep dive into the emperor’s tales and mythological books. Wait a second…

Qin Huai’s eyebrows furrowed slightly. If this was true, then all of this was likely not a coincidence.

Fan Ziyu was also surprised. He listened as She Wanshan and the others recited the stories from the myths as if they were sharing precious family heirlooms. He never imagined these top talents of Qingzhou would be so engrossed in such a book of myths.

“Wait a second. Are you saying all the mythology books we’ve read recently were written by you?” Xiang Mingfeng asked, noting something unusual.

“To be exact, they were written by the crazy man who came out of the bronze world,” Fan Ziyu clarified.

“That’s the man who told stories in the restaurant, right?” Qin Huai asked.

“Yes, that’s him,” Fan Ziyu confirmed. action

“Is his last name Yang?” Qin Huai tentatively inquired.

“How did you know?” Fan Ziyu was surprised. He didn’t expect Qin Huai to know the other man’s last name before he had even mentioned it.

“Oh, right. You seem to have received the emperor’s inheritance,” Fan Ziyu realized, slapping his forehead. “Yes, the man’s last name is Yang, but I can’t remember his first name.”

“That man must be a descendant of the emperor,” Gou Jie said, narrowing his eyes.

“Yes, that Yang Tianhan seems to be from the emperor’s lineage.” Fang Huo smirked. “But that fool appears to have sided with the Sacred Heart Sect and the demons. In the end, Brother Zhou killed him.”

“Both are descendants of the emperor, but they’re worlds apart,” everyone lamented, having figured out the truth.

“The madman from the restaurant might have received the emperor’s approval.”