Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 47: Chapter 45

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The sound of footsteps echoed across the marble floors of the castle as Ling Xuan approached Xia Fugui, who sat upon his throne, a bored expression etched on his face. “What is it, Ling Xuan?” Xia Fugui asked, his voice flat, his gaze unwavering. “You should know why I’m here,” Ling Xuan replied, his tone cold and resolute. “Yeah, I know,” Xia Fugui said with apparent disinterest. “So tell me, O Dragon Emperor, you knew that Xia Longwei would attack and destroy the three cities, didn’t you?” “Knew it a while ago,” Xia Fugui revealed, his tone casual, almost dismissive. “Then tell me why you didn’t stop it!” Ling Xuan’s voice rose, frustration evident in his words. “Because I didn’t want to,” Xia Fugui responded bluntly, his demeanour unchanged. “Yeah, like I believe you,” Ling Xuan shot back, his disbelief clear. “You don’t have to. I am your Emperor and the strongest in the world, whereas your level of power has only reached about a tenth of a Dragon General’s. I am not affected by your comments,” Xia Fugui stated simply, raising his hand, preparing to send Ling Xuan away from the castle. “Even stronger than your son?” Ling Xuan’s words froze Xia Fugui’s hand mid-air. “Let me ask you another question, O Emperor: why didn’t you attack Xia Longwei when you had the chance? After all, as you’ve mentioned, you are the strongest, right?” Ling Xuan pressed on, his eyes narrowing as he awaited a response. Xia Fugui fell into a silence, a sigh escaping his lips. “You wanna hear a story?” Xia Fugui asked, and before Ling Xuan could respond, he continued. “Our Xia family originated, as you know, from a bastard of the Han Dynasty ruler. He was a weakling, destined to fail, die, and be forgotten in the annals of history. Yet, as Xia Longwei told you, that wasn’t the case. He found the corpse of the Dragon of Far Reaching Floods and used it to go against all odds, yada yada—you know the stuff. But I’m pretty sure Xia Longwei didn’t mention to you what happened after that, right? After Old Xia became Emperor, well, aside from the Shambhala Archipelago, did he?” Xia Fugui questioned, a knowing look in his eyes. “No, he didn’t,” Ling Xuan replied, curiosity piqued. “Alright then, I shall start from that point,” Xia Fugui nodded, settling into his tale. “So after Old Xia became King, he launched numerous expeditions far and wide, across the continent and into the seas, all in search of the remaining Dragon Corpses. These expeditions led to the discovery of the Shambhala Archipelago, but more importantly, Xia managed to find the remaining four Dragon Corpses and assimilate their remnant Qi into himself, significantly boosting his power. Yet, all this power with little to no drawback—it seems almost unfair, doesn’t it? Well, the world knew this, and so it limited the lifespan of Xia and all those who would wield such power in the future,” Xia Fugui explained, his tone steady. “Did the world really do that? Or is it simply because the mortal body is unable to handle the remnant Qi of the Dragons, considering they were the strongest beings in existence?” Ling Xuan questioned, a hint of scepticism in his voice. “That’s the more descriptive reason,” Xia Fugui replied, nodding. “The mortal body, as powerful as it can become, wasn't meant to contain the essence of beings as mighty as the Dragons. The Qi of the Dragons is too much for any mortal vessel, no matter how strong, to bear without consequence, even a GrandMaster is no exception.” “By how much was it reduced?” Ling Xuan asked. “By a lot,” Xia Fugui replied. “Did you know that back then, Grand Masters didn’t age and were virtually immortal? So imagine Old Xia’s shock when he discovered that after absorbing the remnant Qi of The Dragon of Everlasting Immortality , he only had a bit more than forty years left to live.” “Wait, Grand Masters were previously immortal!” Ling Xuan exclaimed. “What, you didn’t realise? Grand Masters, as you’ve probably heard hundreds of times, are the ultimate pinnacle