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IMT Chapter 75: Xiao Mo! Don't You Care About Your Posthumous Reputation?!
🕑 Added 2025-08-16 09:49:06 +0000 UTCXiao Mo's voice echoed over the Chunsong River.
Standing on the embankment, the Chunsong County magistrate watched everything happening before him and wondered if he was seeing things wrong.
The county magistrate could understand snake clans walking the river to transform into dragons causing heavy rain.
He could also understand the Chunsong River god and Mount Changqing mountain god going to stop this snake clan's tribulation but he never expected that the world-renowned Prime Minister Xiao would actually help a snake clan undergo tribulation!
He was even fighting with the Chunsong River god and Mount Changqing mountain god!
Bai Ruxue raised her snake head to look at Xiao Mo, her eyes filled with bewilderment.
She never would have thought that Xiao Mo would follow her.
"Xiao Mo, don't worry about me. I can handle it myself." Bai Ruxue called out to Xiao Mo in the air, her eyes full of concern.
Xiao Mo looked back at Bai Ruxue and smiled, "It's just a small matter. You just swim forward, no need to look back. Leave this to me."
"Want to leave? It's not that easy!"
Gai Sanqiu snorted coldly, his Dragon-Slaying Sword transforming into a golden rainbow, slashing directly at the white python's head!
The brilliant sword light illuminated the river surface, and the surging waves were actually split open by this unmatched edge, creating a deep chasm.
"The waterfall plunges straight down three thousand feet, like the Milky Way falling from the nine heavens."
At this critical moment, Xiao Mo recited poetry.
Words followed by law.
Water droplets throughout the sky gathered at his call, instantly condensing into a suspended waterfall that crashed down, blocking that deadly sword light.
"Xiao Mo, you're about to die. What is your relationship with this snake demon? Don't you even care about your posthumous reputation?" Wei Yuan stood to the side, looking coldly at Xiao Mo.
Actually, Wei Yuan greatly admired Xiao Mo in his heart.
As a minister, he had reached the position of prime minister, below one person and above ten thousand.
As an official, he had done many things for the people of the world. One book, "Northern and Southern Agricultural Manual," and another, "Qi Kingdom Water Conservancy Techniques," could be said to benefit countless generations.
Xiao Mo was already called a sage in the mortal world.
Such a mortal sage would actually help the demon clan walk the river and transform into dragons.
Did he not know that the human race and demon race had long-standing grudges and were already at the point of irreconcilable conflict?
His entire life had been without a single blemish. On the verge of death, why would he stain his own feathers?
"Posthumous reputation?" Xiao Mo folded his sleeves, like an ordinary old scholar. "Mountain God Wei, compared to posthumous reputation, this old man cares more about the person before my eyes."
"Fine! Prime Minister Xiao! Then don't blame me for being impolite!"
Wei Yuan knew he couldn't persuade him, so he said no more.
Gai Sanqiu stepped forward, suddenly swinging the Dragon-Binding Locks in his hand.
Those chains, like awakened weapon spirits, shot swiftly along the river, breaking through layer upon layer of angry waves, directly targeting the white python's waist.
However, Xiao Mo's figure was already there. His toe seemed to casually step down, but precisely stepped on the chains.
That fierce chain, like a mad python whose vital point had been grasped, futilely twisted and struggled frantically on the river surface, unable to advance another inch!
At the same time, Bai Ruxue swam toward Xiao Mo, trying to help him but Xiao Mo didn't turn back, only waved his large sleeve.
Instantly, the river water behind him surged up with a roar, transforming into a crystal-clear water barrier, blocking her path.
"Ruxue, while there's time, go quickly."
Xiao Mo transmitted his voice to Bai Ruxue but she didn't want to leave at all.
"Ruxue, have you forgotten what I told you?" Xiao Mo's tone was gentle.
Bai Ruxue was stunned for a moment, recalling the lessons Xiao Mo had given her.
After some hesitation, Bai Ruxue turned and dove into the river surface, swimming toward the distance.
Despite the countercurrent river water crashing against her snake body, Bai Ruxue only wanted to go faster, and faster still!
As long as she passed this Chunsong River, these two mountain and river gods would have no way to deal with her.
Then Xiao Mo wouldn't have to fight them.
Then Xiao Mo wouldn't get hurt.
Watching Bai Ruxue swimming "against the current downstream," Xiao Mo's lips curved up.
With a thought, the ink-colored dragon formed from mountain and river fortune, people's incense offerings, and literary dao fortune bit firmly onto the Dragon-Binding Locks under Xiao Mo's feet, then pulled forcefully, splashing waves several meters high.
Gai Sanqiu still wanted to hold his sword and stop the white snake, to slay it on the spot but the ink-colored dragon broke through the waves and crashed into him, its ink-colored claws firmly pressing down on his wrist.
Gai Sanqiu used his mind to control the river.
The river water condensed into water dragons that pounced toward Bai Ruxue.
Bai Ruxue didn't care at all.
She swept her long tail to shatter one water dragon, then charged head-on to smash another, continuing to swim forward.
Although Gai Sanqiu was the river god and could control the Chunsong River to a certain degree, there were indeed certain limits.
Otherwise, the human mortal dynasties would have long since had no floods or disasters.
After Gai Sanqiu consumed considerable mountain and river fortune, he still couldn't stop that white python, so he could only give up and let her swim forward.
"Sigh, Xiao Mo..."
Wei Yuan sighed, not knowing whether he was lamenting the white python's escape or sighing about Xiao Mo's collusion with the demon race, staining decades of reputation.
"Forget it, forget it. Let His Majesty decide."
Wei Yuan shook his head, waved his large hand, and a memorial transformed into a golden light, flying toward the imperial capital.
Two incense sticks later.
In the imperial palace, Chang Kui, the director of the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau, sensed something and looked north, where a golden light was flying toward the palace.
Chang Kui pointed with his hand, intercepting that golden light, and a memorial fell into his hands.
Chang Kui didn't dare delay and hurried to the imperial study.
"Your Majesty, there is a memorial from Mountain God Wei Yuan of Mount Changqing." Chang Kui bowed and presented the memorial with both hands.
The Qi ruler gestured to the eunuch beside him.
Eunuch Zhao quickly took the memorial and handed it to His Majesty.
The Qi ruler unfolded the memorial and read it, his brow involuntarily furrowing.
Those complex eyes seemed surprised, yet also disbelieving.
"You two take a look." The Qi ruler tossed the memorial into Eunuch Zhao's arms.
Eunuch Zhao quickly caught it and read the memorial together with Chang Kui.
After reading it, both men's expressions became complex.
"What are your opinions, you two?" the Qi ruler asked.
"This old slave dares not rashly discuss court politics." Eunuch Zhao quickly knelt down.
"Chang Kui, what do you think?" the Qi ruler looked at the Director of the Heavenly Surveillance Bureau.
Chang Kui thought for a moment, "The human race and demon race are naturally irreconcilable. The old prime minister's actions are indeed somewhat inappropriate."
"Indeed inappropriate. If I do nothing, I'm afraid the realm and the other nine great dynasties will have opinions." The Qi ruler nodded.
"Transmit my decree: have Qingzhou Prefect Wang Wei, Behai Province Prefect Xu Shangao, and Jizhou Prefect Zhuge Qing go to kill the white snake!"
When the Qi ruler's words fell, Eunuch Zhao and Chang Kui couldn't help but exchange glances.
Wang Wei, Xu Shangao, and Zhuge Qing were all proud disciples of old Prime Minister Xiao.
His Majesty having these three go...
The Qi ruler sighed and looked toward the direction of the Chunsong River.
"Foster father has been strict with himself his entire life, devoting his heart and blood to the Qi Kingdom. Now foster father will return to dust."
"Let foster father be willful this once, and let his three most proud disciples go to see him off on his final journey..."
