Am I the Kind of Emperor Who Breaks His Word

As the phantom shot into him, Ian Song's face changed dramatically, then twisted with pain and ferocity.

Seeing this, Tessa Heavenreach gripped her long sword tighter, hesitation flashing in her eyes. She'd wanted to warn Ian when he reached for the Godhead Crystal, but hesitated—and that brief delay let Ian grab the crystal, which allowed Marcus Mistveil's god-soul (divine soul: a Martial God's condensed spirit, able to possess new bodies) to invade his body.

After reaching the Martial God realm, a cultivator condenses a god-soul within. If their body is destroyed, that soul can seize a new vessel to continue living.

But after possession, regaining the Martial God realm is basically impossible.

Ian's situation, though, is different. His true cultivation is only mid-Great Grandmaster, not Martial God, but he carries a massive amount of qi-luck. With that power, he can still fight on par with a Martial God.

So, the moment his body was destroyed, Marcus Mistveil hid his god-soul inside the Godhead Crystal, waiting to possess Ian.

"Die!"

Tessa Heavenreach suddenly soared into the air, her sword erupting with thunder as she struck at him.

But right now was the perfect chance—if she struck, Ian absolutely wouldn't be able to fight back.

The earth trembled violently. Her sword light gouged a ravine hundreds of meters long into the ground, but it missed Ian—he had already shifted aside just as the blade landed.

"Forget it!"

In the end, she lowered her sword. Even if Marcus Mistveil did win and seize control, he'd barely be able to use Ian's body—she could probably finish him off right then.

After a long moment, Ian's expression returned to calm.

But Tessa Heavenreach kept her sword raised, staring at him warily.

"Junior sister!"

Ian smiled.

"Die!"

Tessa suddenly leapt into the air, her sword flashing like thunder as she slashed at him.

Boom!

The earth shook violently. Her sword light carved a ravine hundreds of meters long into the ground, but it missed Ian—he'd already shifted aside just as the attack landed.

"Senior, I was just joking around—no need to get so worked up!" Ian teased.

"Who are you, really?" Tessa Heavenreach still didn't lower her guard.

"Of course, I'm the Great Martial Emperor!"

"Any proof?" Tessa pressed him.

"Senior, your wrist is so soft—like a young girl's!" Ian said with a cheeky grin.

Tessa's expression turned icy as she shot Ian a fierce glare, but she didn't attack again.

But Ian's face suddenly darkened. "Senior, why didn't you warn me before I grabbed that Godhead Crystal? I almost let Marcus Mistveil take over my body!"

"You moved too fast—I didn't have time to warn you," Tessa said, a little guilty.

"I'll let it go this time. But if it happens again, I won't be so forgiving!"

Ian's voice carried a hint of threat. Truthfully, he was still satisfied with Tessa—yes, she hadn't warned him, letting Marcus Mistveil's god-soul invade his sea of consciousness, but she could've attacked and didn't.

So, she was still trustworthy.

Of course, that chance to attack was just what Tessa thought—if she had really tried, she might not have been able to kill Ian.

Ian's cultivation was lower than Marcus Mistveil's, but his qi-luck protected him. Qi-luck is pure yang, while god-souls are yin. So when Marcus's soul entered Ian's body, it was like throwing ice into a raging fire—most of it was instantly burned away.

As for the struggle for control, that was just Ian putting on a show for Tessa. If she really thought she had an opening and attacked, he'd kill her without hesitation.

Still, because Tessa didn't warn him, Ian ended up benefitting—Marcus Mistveil's god-soul was incredibly pure soul energy. After refining it, Ian's spiritual sea expanded by a tenth and his mental power increased by over 300 points.

Honestly, Marcus Mistveil was quite generous, gifting him all those mental points.

As for the Godhead Crystal, it contained ninety percent of Marcus Mistveil's cultivation essence. If someone refines it, they can instantly become a Martial God—but they'll never surpass Marcus Mistveil, unless they find an even greater Godhead Crystal to refine.

"Let's go—time to kill the Forgetful Martial God!"

Ian tossed the Godhead Crystal into his storage ring. With a casual wave, he and Tessa appeared above the ocean.

At that moment, the Forgetful Martial God was blasting away at the spatial barrier, searching for a weak spot in the formation.

But his efforts were wasted—the whole formation was seamless, with no weak points at all. Searching for one was pointless.

When Ian and Tessa appeared together, the Forgetful Martial God stopped his assault. Unlike Marcus Mistveil, he didn't flee; instead, he looked at Ian with deep worry.

"Huang Liang, why are you with that woman? Don't be fooled by her—come to Grandmaster's side! We'll kill her together, and her Godhead Crystal will be yours. Just refine it and you'll become a Martial God instantly!"

Tessa's expression turned extremely ugly at his words.

"Oh really?" Ian looked at him with a half-smile.

"What, you don't trust Grandmaster?" The Forgetful Martial God's face darkened. "Don't forget—your parents are still on Forgetful Peak."

"So what?" Ian replied blandly.

The Forgetful Martial God gave a sinister smile. "I've planted soul seeds in their bodies. With a single thought, I can destroy their souls and kill them. If I die, they'll die too. If you want to save them, you have to cooperate with me. Then we, as grandfather and grandson, can share the qi-luck of humanity!"

Ian frowned, falling silent as he considered.

"Do you really have any other choice? Cooperating with me is your best option!" The Forgetful Martial God looked smug.

After a long moment, Ian said, "I need to think about it."

"Fine. I'll give you one hour!" the Forgetful Martial God said grandly, waving his hand.

Ian's eyes turned cold. He and Tessa vanished instantly.

"Why didn't you just agree to his terms?" Tessa asked Ian.

"Do you think I'm someone who breaks my word?" Ian replied coldly, looking righteous.

"Aren't you afraid he'll kill your parents?" Tessa pressed.

"I have an hour, don't I? I'll think of something!" Ian said. Truthfully, he didn't trust the Forgetful Martial God—after absorbing Marcus Mistveil's god-soul, he'd inherited some of his memories.

He now knew that the civil strife among humans, plus the seven battlefields under attack by demons and monsters, were all this old man's schemes. If Ian agreed, he'd be under the old man's control at every turn.

"Come on, let's go to Forgetful Peak!"

Ian grabbed Tessa's wrist, and with a flash, they teleported thousands of miles away. Tessa's face reddened slightly from his touch, but soon vanished from sight.