Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 297 - 167, 168. Seeing the Emperor at 21 p.m., behin

That night, the people of the Imperial Capital were still imrsed in the illusion that "with the suppression of the Six Towns, peace might be restored in the world," the Emperor Ji Qin had chosen to dress in his ceremonial attire with red eyes after his hysterical breakdown during the day, and at 21 p.m., he secretly summoned King Zhao to the palace.

He was to welco the formidable King Zhao entering the Imperial Capital once again.

And King Zhao went.

Accompanied by his confidants and his trusted followers brought from the Northern Border, and led by Grand Tutor Qin, who was no longer in the shadows, he made his way to the Imperial Palace...

There were matters he had to confront.

The Emperor wished to challenge him, King to King. How could Zhao Hua shy away from it?

By tomorrow, it would either be a new world or his body would lie across the wilderness...

This was the last step, and it was the most sacred one.

Anyone who took this step could achieve the highest accomplishnt possible in this fleeting life.

Thus... a life with no regrets.

Therefore, he was impatient.

Horse hooves thundered, saddles jostled, and the torch-bearing cavalry passed through one gate after another of the Imperial Palace.

The palace gate guards dared not obstruct them, one by one the gates of the palace opened, illuminating the increasingly distant and sternly lit Iron Armor cavalry in the blazing firelight.

The aura of slaughter... was visible for miles, unarranged yet these cavalryn were undoubtedly the true demons and butchers of the battlefield.

The deep palace was protected by the Imperial Guard.

The Imperial Guard were originally the Four Symbols Guard.

The Four Symbols Guard were the guards of the founding Emperor of Dashang...

Now, they were only known as the Imperial Guard.

However, today’s chief commander of the Imperial Guard had beco Zhao Hua’s man in exchange for "stepping into Pseudo-Profound" to extend his life by thirty years.

Thus, Zhao Hua dared to co.

He was confident and unafraid.

And at this very special mont, Zhao Hua’s thoughts also wandered.

He... once had a younger brother.

Their father favored the younger brother, always giving the best to him, teaching him literature, and even spending a lot of money for the younger brother to learn military strategies under a famous family...

While he simply mixed with ruffians in the streets and bandits in the counties.

His father often loved to tell him, "In the future, you should support your younger brother, when he becos a general, you will be his chief guard."

He asked, "Why?"

Old Master Zhao said sothing he could never forget.

"Swans and sparrows do not belong together.

Your brother is a swan, and what are you?

However, you are not entirely without rit.

You are good at practicing martial arts and at making your way in the gray areas, but these are all lowly tasks. Your future, at most, will be to take over the family’s Martial Arts Hall, and my expectation of you is rely... not to bring disaster with your cunning."

But your brother is different... He is on the right path."

At that mont, Zhao Hua knew that "General" and "Martial Artist" were people from two different worlds.

Generals are noble, Martial Artists are lowly.

If his brother had been kinder to him, perhaps he would not have harbored much resentnt.

But it just so happened that his brother seed to also know their father’s assessnt and would occasionally use those words to mock him in front of friends, martial arts disciples, and even in front of brothel courtesans, adopting a superior attitude in judging him...

Zhao Hua always maintained a smile, seemingly harmless.

Until one day, he discovered through his extensive network of information that there might be monuntal changes happening outside the city. So... he lured his dear younger brother out of the city with lies about "new courtesans in the Brothel, a competition of blooming flowers in spring, perhaps a chance to experience spring."

Then, indeed... the evil spirits outside the city did not let him down.

The splendidly dressed Young Master Zhao died, and so did the courtesans who mocked him with Young Master Zhao.

They died horribly.

No one knew that it was his casual remark that had sent his own brother into the abyss.

Afterward, he acknowledged another as his big brother.

Already accustod to navigating the gray areas, in order to gain his big brother’s trust, he naturally started handling troubles for him.

The things big brother found inconvenient to do, Zhao Hua did them all.

And big brother reciprocated by teaching him martial arts and even helping him break through. Zhao Hua didn’t speak of it, but he was grateful... because this big brother was truly a striking and exceptional person.

Following big brother, he only worried about one thing: being left behind by him.

But what happened after?

Big brother not only did not abandon him, but even led him into the White Cal Estate, made him the son-in-law of the estate, elevating him into a high society he had never imagined before, and later... taught him to train troops and use them strategically.

He... ca into contact with the "military strategies" he had never thought he could access before.

Moreover, he faintly felt that big brother’s "military strategies" were like those of the God of Soldiers, elusive and undefeatable, victorious in every battle.

Under big brother’s patient instruction, his own ability in "strategic military command" also grew stronger until... he led the Tiger Leopard Cavalry to sweep through the Ghost Servants of the eighteen counties of Hanping Prefecture.

He was extrely excited and passionate.

He was willing to serve his big brother loyally, to be his vanguard.

However, big brother lacked ambition.

An unambitious big brother, utterly unguarded against him, handed over all the troops to him.

Whether it was the Tiger Leopard Cavalry or the Mountain Shield Armor Soldiers, he gave them all to him.

Such trust, to regard him as a brother in that way, how could he ever forget?

Today, he no longer needed to prove to his father "who is the swan, who is the sparrow"; he just wanted to end it all, to settle this Chaotic World, and then... if big brother wanted to be Emperor, he would let big brother be the Emperor.

Otherwise, he would do everything in his power to protect the peace big brother desired to have.

If peace required to be forged with bloody hands, then... let his hands turn red.