Changing the Sky and Sun

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Watching the two fight, Su Qingqiu's mouth twitched, his forehead covered in black lines. He then quietly put away the Demon Bone Diary beside him.

He couldn't help but shiver.

Spiritual Light transformation is truly terrifying...

Look at what Lingfa has become. I wonder who he takes after.

After a period of fighting, seeing that he couldn't kill Lingfa, Yuanming's expression turned ugly, and he instantly disengaged from the battle.

The surging magical power around him slowly retreated into his body, and the Water Dragon Chant dispersed from his hands.

Lingfa's strength far exceeded his imagination.

Could it be a gift from the Devil Master?

Yuanming was shocked.

Seeing this, Lingfa picked up his brush and began to write again: "Today, Yuanming and I fought, with neither gaining a decisive advantage. Seeing his embarrassed and angry demeanor, I suspect he is outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant towards Lord Devil Master!"

Yuanming: "???"

What is this nonsense? Is there any logical connection?

He's a lunatic among lunatics!

Yuanming gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Damn it, don't you dare frame me! I have always been loyal to the Devil Master and have never been outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant."

"I think you are the one trying to deliberately sow discord between me and the Devil Master. Your intentions are punishable!"

Lingfa actually nodded, seeming to agree, then picked up his brush and wrote: "Sharp-tongued, good at quibbling, and also likes to counter-attack. Confirmation of being outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant towards the Devil Master."

Yuanming laughed in anger: "Good, good, good... You've got guts! When the Devil Master's envoy arrives, I will explain myself. There's no need for you to worry."

"You'd better not leave the Dragon-Raising Temple, or if you die inexplicably, I'll have to clean up your corpse!"

Yuanming's sinister threat made Lingfa instinctively take a step back. He stared at Yuanming intently, gritted his teeth, and wrote again: "Today I have been threatened. If I die one day, it will be Yuanming's doing. Lord Devil Master, please make sure to kill him, even his ashes!"

Seeing this foolish Lingfa almost drive Yuanming insane, Su Qingqiu almost died laughing.

My heavens, Lingfa has truly become a talent after his Spiritual Light transformation. With him keeping an eye on Yuanming, Su Qingqiu felt much more at ease.

Now that Lingfa's strength has greatly increased, and with the intensification of his Spiritual Light transformation, Yuanming will soon not be his match. At that time, he can find an opportunity to round up this group of parasites in the Dragon-Raising Temple.

Thinking this, Su Qingqiu's gaze turned back to Xuan Ye.

At this moment, Xuan Ye and Yuanhui were sitting face to face on futons. After the attendants added some tea, they withdrew.

Even Fang Wenshan had left.

Xuan Ye raised the teapot in his hand and personally poured a cup of tea for Yuanhui. He said, "This is a spiritual tea I found overseas. It can only yield one tael every ten years. This tea has the effect of refreshing the mind, opening enlightenment, and tempering Daoism Cultivation and magical power. It is truly miraculous."

"Master, please!"

Yuanhui took a small sip, and her eyes brightened slightly. As the tea entered her abdomen, she felt her Daoism Cultivation and magical power flowing rapidly, and for a moment, her mind and body relaxed considerably.

She praised, "Amitabha, it is indeed good tea! This humble nun has never seen such spiritual tea in all these years. I am truly fortunate."

Xuan Ye smiled slightly and continued, "Although this spiritual tea is difficult to harvest, I still have some left. And I have many other spiritual items that can aid in cultivation."

"I can promise that as long as Master helps me, all these spiritual items will be given to you."

Yuanhui sighed inwardly upon hearing this.

She knew Xuan Ye wouldn't have invited her alone to discuss Buddhist dharma. Even though she knew this prince, who governed the imperial court, wouldn't visit without a reason, she still had to come.

Although the monks of the Dragon-Raising Temple are outsiders, they are still within the Zhaoyang Country and are managed by the imperial court. They absolutely cannot refuse the summons of the ruler of the imperial court.

"Your Highness, a person of faith does not speak falsehoods. The Dragon-Raising Temple truly does not have a True Dragon. While these spiritual items are good... I am afraid I cannot accept them."

Yuanhui said with a wry smile, then placed her teacup back down.

Her meaning was self-evident.

However, Xuan Ye did not get angry. Instead, he asked, "We will not discuss the True Dragon today. I merely have something I do not understand. Master, how do you view our Zhaoyang Country currently?"

Yuanhui frowned slightly and remained silent.

"If Master will not speak, then I shall. In this current era, the people are suffering, malevolent spirits are rampant, and it appears as if the nation's destiny is nearing its end, on the verge of collapse."

"Is what I say correct, Master?"

Xuan Ye's voice turned cold.

"This... Your Highness's words are too severe. Amitabha, one must not speak carelessly, must not speak carelessly." Yuanhui was startled by Xuan Ye's words, a chill running down her spine, and cold sweat broke out.

Xuan Ye shook his head, stood up from his seat, and walked to the window, gazing at the heavy rain outside. He continued, "Severe? Heh heh, not at all."

"Since Emperor Wenchang Xuan Jing secluded himself from worldly affairs, dedicating himself to the pursuit of immortality, ten years have passed. And during these ten years, I have witnessed how the people of Zhaoyang Country have lived."

"Take the Great Wasteland for example. Three years ago, a drought struck, and the harvest in the Great Wasteland region was almost nonexistent. Then, demons from beyond the heavens descended, and in that year, nine hundred and seventy-three thousand, eight hundred and sixty-five people died. That number is still deeply etched in my heart."

"Furthermore, two years ago, the northwest suffered from a prolonged drought, while the Luo River region was hit by floods, displacing the populace and causing three million deaths!"

"And this year, the drought, which has lasted for three years, has squeezed the Great Wasteland dry. Nearly a third of the population in the entire region, tens of millions of people, are at risk of starving to death."

"But what's laughable is that the Devil of the Giant Rats descended, not only stealing the relief food the people depended on for survival but also colluding with officials to pilfer grain. Giant Rats, Giant Rats, they starve us common folk. In their endless despair, the people could only cry out this pathetic slogan."

Bang!

Xuan Ye slammed his fist on the table, his expression filled with extreme anger, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"And our Emperor? What is he doing? He's researching immortality, searching for the True Dragon, wanting to bathe in its blood! He's constantly plundering rare treasures from all over, hoping to extend his thousand-year reign."

"Master, though he is my brother, I cannot agree with his actions. To me, his behavior is no different from that of a Demon!"

"The heavens of Zhaoyang Country are at a point where change is inevitable."

As these words fell, Yuanhui could no longer maintain her composure. She stood up abruptly, her face grim, and said, "Your Highness, this is a crime of treason. Though I am an outsider, I know that such thoughts are absolutely forbidden for Your Highness. You are cutting off your own future!"

Changing the heavens and overthrowing the earth, it sounds easy. Once it happens, it will surely lead to widespread destruction and suffering, further intensifying the hardships of the people.

The disaster of war is often more terrifying than natural disasters.

Xuan Ye remained noncommittal, his gaze still fixed on the dark clouds in the sky. After a long while, he continued, "No, it's not cutting off my future, but saving myself."

"Master, have you ever considered that if Zhaoyang Country is destroyed, what use would I, a prince, be? I must save myself, and the prerequisite for self-salvation is to depose the incompetent ruler and usher in a wise one!"

"And now, this is a golden opportunity! Master, I implore you to lend me your assistance."