What a joke! With such a thick golden thigh right in front of him, unless he'd been kicked in the head by a donkey, Li Zhilin would never let go. Who was Yi Tianxing? He was the ruler of the Great Yi Dynasty—the number one Destiny Dynasty in the world! With the contract they had previously signed, loyalty was not an issue. Not to mention, both of them came from before the Cataclysm—they were, in a sense, old acquaintances, from the same hometown.
With that connection, and considering that Li Zhilin was no ordinary man, carving out a place for himself within Great Yi wouldn't be difficult. If someone were to throw away such a golden opportunity, they might as well bash their head into tofu and die.
So many people wanted to latch onto this golden thigh but couldn't.
What's more, Li Zhilin had come well prepared—with an exceptional gift for Yi Tianxing.
"Good. Later, you'll return to White Crow City with Us. We'll discuss the arrangements then. For now, let's take care of this eyesore in front of us."
Yi Tianxing nodded.
His earlier questions had just been casual tests. Li Zhilin's response was not surprising—joining Great Yi was something many people only dreamed of.
"Yes, Emperor."
Li Zhilin immediately assumed his role, respectfully bowing in acknowledgement.
"What's going on? Tell Us everything."
Yi Tianxing turned his gaze to the 'Lu Bu' before him and asked calmly.
Lu Bu?
This was absolutely not Lu Bu.
Though the appearance, bloodline aura, even the wildness in the eyes seemed the same—so did the presence—it was still fake. No matter how perfect the imitation, it couldn't fool Yi Tianxing. Deep down, in his bones, he felt it—it was an imposter. There was something... just slightly off.
Li Zhilin wasted no time recounting what had happened.
At the end, he added solemnly, "Emperor, the Martial Ancestor's legacy is of great importance. I've always intended to offer it to Great Yi."
He had never intended to monopolize the inheritance. In truth, it was impossible to keep such a legacy hidden. Once exposed, it would bring not fortune, but disaster—without a powerful backing, only ruin awaited.
Handing it over to Great Yi was clearly the best option.
Not only would the inheritance be protected, but it could also serve as a stepping stone for his own rise—a show of loyalty, a gift of entry.
"Keep a copy for yourself. Deposit another in the Sutra Pavilion. It'll become one of Great Yi's official inheritance techniques. You'll receive merit points in return. You'll understand their value in time."
Yi Tianxing nodded.
He had no intention of taking everything from Li Zhilin. This legacy was, after all, his opportunity. Contributing it to Great Yi would bring merit points—currency more precious than Eternal Coins. With merit, there was nothing in Great Yi that couldn't be obtained—rare treasures, divine arts, cultivation resources, all of it.
"Thank you, Emperor."
Li Zhilin understood the meaning and accepted without hesitation.
"Who are you?"
Yi Tianxing now turned to the 'Lu Bu,' whose body faintly trembled under his gaze, nervously swallowing. Few could remain calm before Yi Tianxing.
"I am the Faceless Saint Son of Evernight. I did not expect to meet the Emperor himself. Since he is your subordinate, then I was clearly in the wrong just now. I shall take my leave. Farewell—for now."
The Faceless Saint Son's eyes flickered with shifting emotions. He hadn't expected the target he was pursuing to be connected to such a terrifying figure—clearly not a distant connection either. As for fighting Yi Tianxing, it was a thought he only dared entertain in passing. The dozens of geniuses he had crushed in the void arena were already proof enough—anyone caught by Yi Tianxing's attention would not fare well.
Of course, it wasn't that he wanted to stand here—he would've fled long ago if he could. But the moment Yi Tianxing appeared, an invisible force locked onto him. Any rash move would've triggered immediate retaliation. He didn't even dare to twitch.
This man was ruthless.
No one could walk away unscathed from facing him.
"You came, and now you want to leave? You're thinking far too simply. Faceless... Faceless. Able to assume myriad forms. You've become Lu Bu, and possess his divine abilities and combat skills. Is your talent to copy others? Or is that mask of yours responsible for this ability—transforming into others and wielding their full power?"
Yi Tianxing stared coldly at the Faceless Saint Son.
From Li Zhilin's description, he already understood some of the opponent's tricks. It was extremely strange. If it was a personal talent, it was terrifying. If it was from the mask—just as dangerous.
To copy the power and skills of others and change form at will... this was the perfect ability for assassinations and infiltration. It made one nearly impossible to guard against.
Yi Tianxing recalled ancient texts that mentioned a fearsome race within Evernight—the Wuxiang Demon Race. Members of this race were born faceless and genderless. Their cultivation method, the Wuxiang Demon Scripture, was bizarre and powerful, enhancing their innate bloodline and unlocking transformative abilities.
Indeed, that mask wasn't ordinary. It was the Innate Mask, a manifestation of their bloodline and the Wuxiang Life Aperture. As the bloodline grew stronger, the mask could be refined with heavenly treasures and eventually evolve into a true magic treasure—an Innate Demon Treasure.
The mask wasn't just a disguise—it was an embodiment of divine power. It could copy any face it had seen, and even capture the opponent's aura and Dao imprints.
And not just one.
At Yellow Rank, it could hold ten faces.
At Black Rank, one hundred.
Earth Rank, a thousand.
Heaven Rank, ten thousand.
The user could even change gender depending on the face they assumed. If the copied face was male, they'd become male. If female, then female.
Just thinking about this power sent chills down the spine.
"You want to kill me? Then let's see if you can! KILL!!"
The Faceless Saint Son's face twisted into a savage expression.
He had heard the killing intent in Yi Tianxing's voice and knew there would be no walking away. If that was the case—he'd go down fighting!
Ghost God Seven Styles – Blood Prison Fire Lotus!!
Without hesitation, he erupted with a surge of ferocious blood energy. A massive fire lotus bloomed, threatening to engulf Yi Tianxing. Its aura surged to the True Spirit realm—wild and overbearing. Golden blood essence suppressed all in its path, unstoppable.
He unleashed Lu Bu's full might as seen on the Void Arena.
Ding!!
Yi Tianxing stood on the Nine-Dragon War Chariot, lightly tapping his waist. A calm voice echoed:
"Golden Decrees – Disperse like Smoke and Mist!!"
With the words spoken, an invisible might surged forth, colliding head-on with the spear will inside the fire lotus. This wasn't like when Yi Tianxing faced lesser Evernight geniuses—this time, the divine ability resisted.
The Spear Will was Martial Dao True Intent, an indestructible force.
Imperial Divine Abilities relied on Emperor's Will to control Heaven and Earth. Especially spoken edicts, which wielded supreme power. But when faced with another equally powerful intent—like Martial Dao—violent clashes erupted.
Lu Bu's spear will was extremely pure and tyrannical. Empowered by unmatched divine techniques, it became even more formidable.
But the Emperor's Will behind Yi Tianxing's Decrees was stronger still—domineering and absolute.
A direct clash of wills.
Before long, the fire lotus began to rapidly dissolve—vanishing into nothingness.
"Golden Decrees – Freeze!!"
"Golden Decrees – Draw and Quarter!!"
Two more commands followed.
Immediately, the Faceless Saint Son froze, unable to move.
In the sky, five majestic dragon horses galloped forth. From each trailed a chain that wrapped around his head, arms, and legs.
The dragon horses charged in five directions.
Even their muscles bulged with terrifying strength.
"Damn it!!"
The Faceless Saint Son's face twisted in horror.
Never had he imagined he would face such a fate—drawn and quartered alive.