The Enraged Emperor

The Enraged Emperor

Qin Shiyue had every meridian in her body sealed by An Bulang using a special technique.

Now, she was no different from an ordinary maidservant. Her soft, supple body even made her seem all the more delicate and fragile.

"Walk faster! Didn't you eat?" Ji Yinyin barked from the side, fiercely smacking Qin Shiyue's perky backside.

"You...!" Qin Shiyue's face darkened with fury as she glared viciously at the woman beside her, who had nearly become her mother.

"What do you mean, 'you'? Who isn't a princess here? You think you're worthy of giving me looks?"

Ji Yinyin held her head high and puffed out her chest, lifting that breathtakingly beautiful face that could make every woman feel ashamed of herself. With a soft snort, she said, "When it comes to status, we're evenly matched. When it comes to beauty, you've suffered a crushing defeat. And when it comes to fighting, this old lady... pfft! This fairy maiden can knock you flat with one hand!"

"So open your eyes to your situation and straighten out that attitude!"

Listening to Ji Yinyin's barrage of scolding, Qin Shiyue gritted her teeth in hatred, yet had no way to retort.

Watching her younger sister go at people like a rabid terrier, Ji Hongxue rubbed her brow in distress. She walked over to An Bulang and said softly, "Aren't you going to rein in your disciple? Look at Yinyin—she's getting more and more full of herself."

"Being a little full of herself is good. Only then can she fly to the heavens. Little fairy maidens are meant to fly to the heavens," An Bulang said indifferently.

"An Bulang! Does saying that do justice to your name?" Ji Hongxue shot An Bulang an indignant look.

An Bulang laughed heartily and brushed it off. "Alright, alright. Ji Yinyin hasn't had it easy these past ten-odd years. Let her vent for now. She may throw stones, curse people, fight, and look down on everyone, but I know she's a good girl."

Ji Hongxue clutched her chest, so stifled she felt pain in her liver.

"Master is so good..."

Ji Yinyin's clear eyes brimmed with fervor and dreamy adoration. Her slender hand rested against her flushed cheek as she gazed stupidly at the man beside her.

Before long, everyone returned to the Princess Hall.

An Bulang had Wu Wanyue hand over all the spirit stones on her, only to find a mere three.

"Your poverty has refreshed my imagination," An Bulang said speechlessly.

Wu Wanyue looked deeply aggrieved. "Carrying too many spirit stones makes it inconvenient to move about. How many do you want? This concubine can return to Incense Valley and fetch them for you."

"How many do you have?" An Bulang asked.

Wu Wanyue lightly stroked her fragrant hair and smiled faintly. "Not that many, but I do have five hundred."

"Good. Then I'll take four hundred and ninety-nine," An Bulang said.

Wu Wanyue: "???"

An Bulang grinned. "Leave a little leeway, and we'll meet again someday."

"Hehehe..." Wu Wanyue forced out a smile.

"Oh, right. Bring me however many spirit stones Cheng Yuzi has in Cloud Sword Sect too. As everyone knows, before his death, he entrusted all his inheritance to me. Now I'm going to claim it." An Bulang wore a look of righteous conviction.

Wu Wanyue had never seen anyone so brazenly shameless.

After a moment, she teased, "Should we leave him one spirit stone and not carry it away?"

An Bulang shook his head solemnly. "No need. He's already dead, and he and I will never meet again. Leaving a little leeway no longer applies to him. Take them all, take them all—don't leave behind a single spirit stone!"

Wu Wanyue: "..."

"As you command. This concubine will see to it at once." Wu Wanyue gracefully curtsied to An Bulang, then slowly withdrew.

An Bulang was not worried that she would harbor ulterior motives or pull any tricks. He had already planted a mutated Glazed Sun Fire within Wu Wanyue's body. The moment she betrayed him, the flames would erupt and purify her body.

Wu Wanyue had witnessed the terrifying power of An Bulang's flames, so naturally she did not dare harbor any disloyal thoughts. Unless her strength surpassed An Bulang's, she would be unable to remove the Glazed Sun Fire from within her.

As for the possibility of Wu Wanyue catching up to An Bulang in strength...

If she really did catch up, An Bulang would be so ashamed that he would kill himself before Wu Wanyue even needed to betray him.

After settling the matter of the spirit stones, An Bulang dismissed everyone and began absorbing the three spirit stones he had just obtained.

The absorption went quickly. In less than half an hour, he had completely absorbed the energy from all three spirit stones.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

Faint panting echoed through the room.

Sweat beaded on An Bulang's forehead, and his face was slightly pale. "Huff... I've finally caught my breath!"

His earlier calm and carefree appearance had actually been an act. Things had been nowhere near as easy as others imagined.

After fighting Tiger Demon Ancestor, the strength within his body had already been close to exhaustion. The advanced techniques he had used afterward to instantly kill the three elders of the Soaring Dragon Empire had been forcibly unleashed by overdrawing his own body.

Yet his long-standing habit of good self-restraint had kept him from giving anything away, making others believe that he had won the entire battle with effortless ease. This was an effective strategy for crushing the enemy's morale—not because he wanted to show off.

Unfathomable, bottomless, and radiating overwhelming swagger—this was the impression An Bulang gave everyone.

"It seems the limit of my strength is the Heavenly Origin Realm Fourth Layer..." An Bulang said somewhat wistfully.

Tiger Demon Ancestor was an old monster at the Heavenly Origin Realm Fourth Layer. Whether in physical qualities or the extent to which he could wield spiritual energy, he completely crushed An Bulang. An Bulang had only managed to gain the upper hand through combat experience, the quality of his spiritual energy, and the suppression of his divine abilities.

An Bulang felt that if he faced an enemy at the Heavenly Origin Realm Fifth Layer, he might not necessarily win.

I'm still very weak. I need to keep growing stronger!

I can't fool around during this period. Keeping my head down and developing steadily is the kingly path.

"Someone! Bring me a set of writing implements! I need to write a letter!!"

An Bulang shouted loudly.

Two days later.

Soaring Dragon Empire.

BOOM!!!

A table made of premium spiritwood exploded with a thunderous crash.

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!!"

A stern, imposing man clad in a black dragon robe rose to his feet in towering fury. Dark golden energy suddenly burst from his body, accompanied by the low, roaring growl of a ferocious dragon. The terrifying pressure he inadvertently released frightened all the surrounding officials and cultivators into dropping to their knees.

"Your Majesty, quell your anger!"

"Please quell your anger, Your Majesty..."

A group of officials pleaded in low voices.

If he did not calm down soon, the aftershock of the Emperor's rage would kill them all.

The officials of the Soaring Dragon Empire were divided into two groups: one consisted of cultivators who managed the cultivation world, while the other consisted of mortals who governed the mundane world.

Some of the mortal officials were already foaming at the mouth and had collapsed unconscious onto the floor.

"Hahaha... What a fine 'protecting the Grand Princess of the Soaring Dragon Empire, slaying the Tiger Demon Ancestor'... A protection fee of ten thousand spirit stones, and he won't release her unless it's paid..."

"He killed three Imperial Elders, ruined My good affairs, and he still has the nerve to demand protection money from Me?"

Qin Xuanyang, Emperor of the Soaring Dragon Empire, laughed in extreme rage. His eyes blazed with heaven-shaking flames as he looked toward the sky beyond the doors. "Good! Very good!! I want to see just what skills this An Bulang possesses, that he thinks himself worthy of protecting My daughter!"

"Your Majesty, please calm yourself." An Imperial Advisor dressed in a robe patterned with stars and moon stepped forward. His features were refined, his expression indifferent, as though the matter had nothing to do with him. "According to intelligence sent back by our agents at the scene, the Tiger Demon Ancestor was a Heavenly Origin Realm expert. Since An Bulang was capable of slaying the Tiger Demon Ancestor, he must be a great cultivator at the Heavenly Origin Realm. We need to deliberate carefully before making a decision."

"Deliberate carefully, deliberate carefully... He's already sent a letter to the court, openly extorting us! He's climbed right onto My face, and you still want to deliberate my ass!" Qin Xuanyang roared. "Someone! Prepare ten thousand spirit stones! We're going to the Azure Kingdom! I want to see whether An Bulang can swallow this ten-thousand-stone protection fee!"