Chapter 350

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Chapter 350: The Punishment of Piercing

The emperor departed.

Kokonohana Reiko immediately sat down on the grass, pressing her chest as her heart raced.

“Having such experiences multiple times isn’t good for the heart. Can you please let me know in advance if something like this happens again?”

Kurosawa Yaka also squatted, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

“I didn’t expect… it’s actually… His Majesty.”

They had witnessed the legend with their own eyes. Their feelings were akin to ordinary people stumbling upon the origin of myth and legend in history—overwhelming and surreal.

It was as if the people of the Ming Country had seen Nüwa herself. Imagine her gentle hand healing incurable diseases and, with a serene smile, saying, “If you have any dissatisfaction with your appearance, I can change it for you right now.”

“What more is there to say!” someone exclaimed. “From this day forth, I shall be the number one loyal servant of Goddess Nüwa.”

For a human lifetime, five hundred years might seem like a fleeting moment. But for those who lived barely a century, it was an era that transformed the world. The emperor, majestic in presence even before his birth, was noble in demeanor. Yet his speech, gentle and courteous, diminished his divinity but made him more lovable and admirable.

Kokonohana Reiko sighed softly.

“Sadly, I am no longer in my teenage years.”

Kokonohana Nori glanced at her.

“Don’t dwell on trivialities. Instead of lamenting, be grateful you’re not in your teenage years. Otherwise, meeting the emperor might have misled you for a lifetime.”

Reiko spoke unaffectedly.

“I’ve been single for over forty years, but so what? Look at me now—I’ve grown younger. Introduce someone to me! My requirements are simple—just one percent as great as His Majesty.”

Nori, uninterested in her cousin’s whimsical fantasies, looked elsewhere. Meanwhile, Kurosawa Yaka wore a puzzled expression.

“It’s unbelievable. Someone who died five hundred years ago reappears. The witches of old searched for him endlessly but never found even a trace of his lingering spirit. How could this happen? Coincidence? Or something else entirely?”

Reiko chuckled lightly, gazing at the golden tree.

“All I can say is death and surprises come unexpectedly. Our God remains with us, and that is the greatest blessing.”

“But didn’t he say he wouldn’t see us again?” Kurosawa asked softly.

“Maybe…” Nori frowned. “Did you notice his final gesture?”

“What gesture?” Reiko asked, confused.

Kurosawa Yaka chimed in, “The clasped fists—like a farewell salute. Now that you mention it, it’s odd. His Majesty is from Europe, so why use Ming Country’s customs? And clasping fists—it’s a warrior’s etiquette.”

Nori pondered aloud.

“The Ming Country, warriors, and the clasped fists…”

Reiko frowned.

“Are you implying His Majesty isn’t genuine? That’s impossible! Look at the golden tree—only the real one could plant it. He asked for nothing and left. Even the Holy Relic was willingly handed over to us.”

Nori shook her head.

“No, I don’t doubt his authenticity. It’s not that. I was thinking… perhaps His Majesty didn’t die but was reborn? Or…”

“Reincarnated,” Kurosawa Yaka interjected. “He must have died once. Returning to life must mean reincarnation. And given his past achievements, his reincarnation must be none other than that of a heroic spirit.”

Reiko’s eyes lit up.

“A person from the Ming Country?”

Kurosawa immediately thought of someone familiar.

“Bai Wei?”

“No, he isn’t a heroic spirit,” Nori countered. “He’s merely a warrior.”

“Not a match, then?”

“To be called a Heroic Spirit, one must have the Heroic Spirit Principle. While reincarnation doesn’t guarantee heroic status, emperors who reincarnate are sure to become high-ranking Heroic Spirits.”

Bai Wei, despite his prowess, lacked any trace of a Heroic Spirit’s essence. Memories of his past missteps, including a humiliating defeat, tarnished his reputation.

“This embarrassing heroic spirit,” Reiko mused, “isn’t even second-rate.”

Yagyū’s Residence

“Everything is ready,” Bai Wei stretched lazily. “Time to test my abilities.”

Closing his eyes, he entered a meditative state.

Before him stood a golden gate adorned with intricate runes. As the mist lifted, he entered the solemn [Golden Tomb].

[Golden Tomb]

Level: 30–50

Choose your opponent: Blood Skull Gallon, Headhunter Tok, Captain Kusa of the Third Guard, Golden Apostle, Flame Archon, Judgment Knight, Devil Spawn…

Bai Wei’s gaze sharpened as memories surfaced. Each name represented a fallen foe—a testament to his triumphs.

“This isn’t suitable for others,” he muttered. “But for me, it’s perfect training.”

Selecting Captain Kusa of the Third Guard, he watched as a golden coffin ascended.

With a deafening roar, the knight emerged—a towering figure clad in silver armor with golden accents, his lance a symbol of raw power.

Without moving, Bai Wei gathered his Golden Power. Chains of light erupted, binding the knight. One by one, golden spears pierced through the knight’s body in a macabre symphony.

The punishment was swift and merciless: nineteen spears delivered a fatal sentence.

Standing amidst the carnage, Bai Wei smirked.

“Not a trace of unfamiliarity… as expected of me—the top tyrant in history.”