Tokyo, Imperial Palace.
Showa Tamahiro stood inside the Imperial Palace, looking at the mummified corpses scattered on the ground, sweat beading on his forehead.
Meanwhile, the figure at the foot of Mount Fuji was sitting on the throne, feasting on a delicious meal.
His food was the young woman in his hand.
Xu Fu bit down on the girl's neck, his face full of enjoyment.
The woman was convulsing as he moved.
Before long, the woman's movements became smaller and smaller, and her voluptuous body gradually became withered.
Once the woman had completely stopped breathing, Xu Fu released his grip and casually tossed the dried corpse aside.
After draining the life out of twenty girls, his withered face became rosy.
"Ah, what a sweet scent!"
As he tasted the blood in his mouth, Xu Fu felt his mind become incredibly clear.
In order to survive, in order to escape the natural cycle of birth, aging, sickness and death.
He has been sealing himself under Mount Fuji, using the volcano's high temperature to conceal his life force.
Aside from the sacrificial rites every ten years, he only awakens when the island nation faces a crisis of national annihilation.
Xu Fu also forgot how many years he had lived.
At the foot of Mount Fuji, most people live in a daze.
Aside from the once-a-decade sacrifice, he rarely goes out.
Even when he does come out, it's merely to inspect the island nation and see what has become of the empire he built.
The last time he woke up was the last time.
At that time, the entire island nation was thriving, and the people lived in peace and contentment. By plundering the coast of the Ming Dynasty, the people of the island nation also lived a good life.
After reading it, he praised Showa Tamahin with satisfaction.
As a result, the island nation's sky collapsed within a few years.
Half of the population was wiped out, and most of the men died. The entire island nation was almost turned into a matriarchal society.
After hearing Yu Ren's description, Xu Fu felt like cursing.
He had always warned each of the Heavenly Emperors that they could provoke China behind its back, but they could not openly attack it.
As a qualified Han Chinese and the most outstanding disciple of Guiguzi, Xu Fu understood the Huaxia race very well.
No matter how weak this race is, or how critical the moment.
There will always be a few chosen ones who can turn the tide, save China from disaster, and eliminate all enemies like chickens and dogs.
Then let China stand at the top of the world again and regain its position as the world's number one.
The First Emperor, the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, Liu Bang, the King of Han, Liu Xiu, the chosen one, Li Shimin, Emperor Taizong of Tang, and Emperor Taizu of Ming—which one wasn't a chosen one, which one wasn't blessed with extraordinary fortune?
Anyone in their presence is no different from a clay chicken or a clay dog.
Throughout history, the Chinese nation has never yielded.
Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?
This is a sentence etched into the bones of the Chinese people.
The Chinese people will always be number one in the world; this is ingrained in their very genes.
If you're not number one in the world, you're not good enough.
Therefore, Xu Fu never considered returning to China, because he felt that if he went back, his body might be lost forever.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Xu Fu looked at the trembling Yu Ren and spoke.
"Yu Ren, you're saying that the Regent of the Ming Dynasty is the chosen one, able to command heavenly thunder and earthly fire, and control some steel behemoths, right?"
"Yes, Ancestor, and this time, the Confucian sage Zhang Xianzong also came with the Regent of the Ming Dynasty."
Xu Fu was initially conflicted about whether or not to confront this all-powerful regent.
Hearing Showa Tamahin's answer, he felt that this regent of the Ming Dynasty must be a chosen one, just like Liu Xiu.
But when he heard the name Zhang Xianzong, Xu Fu's eyes lit up instantly.
Back then, he led five hundred boys and girls to search for the immortal mountain and refine the elixir of immortality.
After decades of searching, he finally obtained the recipe for the elixir of immortality.
However, by this time, the Qin Dynasty had become the Han Dynasty.
Therefore, Xu Fu did not choose to return to China, but instead took five hundred boys and girls to the island nation.
Then he concocted his own elixir of immortality and consumed it.
After all, not everyone can resist the allure of immortality.
After eating, Xu Fu's power increased greatly, and he felt that he was now immortal.
It was only later discovered that the universe does not allow for the existence of immortality.
Every year, lightning strikes to punish and destroy such defying nature.
To avoid divine punishment, Xu Fu had no choice but to use Mount Fuji to build a grand array that concealed the secrets of heaven, trying his best to hide his own life force and deceive the heavens.
During this period, Xu Fu thought of the Confucian philosophy of "sitting in oblivion".
It is a formation that conceals one's own aura, created by Peng Zu. It uses one's body as a formation to obscure the Dao of Heaven.
It transcends life and death, and is not bound by the Five Elements.
Theoretically, one can live forever as long as one's vital energy and blood remain intact.
The elixir of immortality can replenish qi and blood, ensuring continuous life; the Dao of meditation can conceal the secrets of heaven and transcend life and death.
If he could obtain the mental cultivation method of the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion, then Xu Fu could walk openly and legitimately in the human world.
No more sneaking around inside volcanoes and enduring the agonizing heat every day.
However, this method of practice is a tradition passed down among Confucian sages, passed down orally from generation to generation.
To think that one could still inherit Confucianism under divine punishment is simply wishful thinking.
But Xu Fu never expected that this Confucian sage would actually come to the island nation on his own.
This gave him some new ideas.
He felt this was his only chance to escape his suffering and live like a normal person.
In Xu Fu's eyes, his current life was far from being immortal; it was more like an endless hell.
Only by living a truly upright and honorable life, traveling between heaven and earth, enjoying the scenery, and savoring life, can one achieve immortality.
After a moment's thought, Xu Fu made a decision.
Let's give it a shot!
Using the sky-covering array beneath Mount Fuji, which is enough to sever the Heavenly Dao's protection of the Chosen One, plus his own internal strength cultivated over so many years.
That's enough to deal with Confucian sages and the chosen one.
He looked at Showa Tamahin and asked.
"How many experts at the Land Immortal Realm do we have left?"
"The only remaining land-based deities of the island nation are the siblings Yu and Sora from the Yosuga no Sora family, Takako from the Yoshida family, and Airi from the Oni-father-Goddess clan."
"There are only a few of them left."
Xu Fu thought for a moment and then spoke.
"Have the soldiers lure that Ming regent and that Confucian sage to the foot of Mount Fuji."
“Once I get there, I’m confident I can handle them.”
"Remember, we must lure the enemy deep into our territory. Only when we reach Mount Fuji will I be confident that they will never return."
Xu Fu's eyes were sharp and his expression fierce.
He always believed that his fate was in his own hands, not in the hands of heaven.
How could a mere chosen one of destiny possibly stand against his millennia-long scheme?
What Xu Fu didn't know was that he might not be facing the chosen one.
Li Chang'an is someone even God himself would call "Big Brother".
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