Zichuan Yuanxing Was Outmaneuvered, the Imperial Capital in Chaos, and His Old Father Lin Junyu

"The Chief Executive led the clan's Central Army and Imperial Guard out of the city to fight the enemy, never expecting to fall into an ambush."

"The entire army suffered heavy losses, and the Chief Executive was seriously wounded on the battlefield!"

"Under the escort of his personal guards, he fled back to the Imperial Capital City!"

"Now the Chief Executive is gravely wounded and unconscious, with his life or death unknown. The Imperial Capital City's defenses are weak, and it may be in danger of falling!"

The messenger's words were like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, crashing into everyone's minds.

"What!"

Ge Yingxing had considered that the outcome might be terrible, but he had never expected it to be this bad.

Under the intense shock, Ge Yingxing collapsed to the ground.

"My lord!"

Such terrible news had come from the Imperial Capital, and now their lord had fainted too. What were they supposed to do?

The messenger withdrew, and it was some time before Ge Yingxing regained consciousness.

After thinking for a moment, he summoned one of his personal guards.

He handed the guard a letter and ordered him to find Zichuan Xiu.

The Far East Army was already locked in battle with the Demons' main force and could not withdraw easily.

If they retreated recklessly, the Demons' army would surely pursue and slaughter them, making the situation even worse.

Thus, he placed all his hopes on this eleven-year-old boy.

He hoped the boy could create a miracle.

He also hoped that the people behind the boy, for Zichuan Xiu's sake, would step in and protect the clan.

The prince galloped away, carrying all of Ge Yingxing's hopes with him.

At that moment, the people of the Imperial Capital had already received word that the Chief Executive had been ambushed and seriously wounded.

The entire Imperial Capital fell into chaos, and everyone began worrying that the Flowing Wind Clan would storm the city and burn, kill, and loot.

Flowing Wind Xishan did not rush to attack the Imperial Capital City, which was already within his grasp. Instead, he sent fifty thousand infantrymen to surround it.

He then assembled the bulk of his forces and concentrated on wiping out the remaining Imperial Guard and Central Army.

It was at this critical moment.

An eleven-year-old boy led eight hundred academy cavalrymen into the chaotic Imperial Capital.

After entering the city, the first thing Zichuan Xiu did was arrange for people to seize control of the Imperial Capital's four gates and stabilize the situation.

Afterward, he hurried straight to the Chief Executive's Residence.

There, he saw Zichuan Yuanxing lying on the bed, his breath faint and feeble.

"Godfather!"

Eleven-year-old Zichuan Xiu was still a child, after all.

Seeing that his godfather, who had always treated him so well, was about to pass away, panic, grief, and helplessness instantly brought him to tears. He rushed straight to the bedside.

When little Ning saw her brother arrive, she immediately found someone to rely on.

She ran into Zichuan Xiu's arms and burst into tears with him.

Perhaps sensing that both of his children had arrived, Zichuan Yuanxing forced his eyes open with his last remaining strength.

"An Ning, A-Xiu, you're here? Cough, cough..."

Zichuan Yuanxing struggled to sit up and looked at the two children before him.

"Father!"

"Godfather!"

Seeing Zichuan Yuanxing wake up, Zichuan Xiu and Zichuan Ning both cried out in surprise.

"Cough, cough. I'm afraid I won't last much longer. A-Xiu, An Ning, listen carefully to what I'm about to say!"

"Father, you'll be fine!"

"Godfather!"

"A-Xiu, after I die, you must take good care of your little sister. You must swear to me that you'll protect your sister and the Zichuan Clan to the death!"

Zichuan Yuanxing knew that his body would not hold out much longer.

The only things he could not let go of were the clan and his daughter.

Zichuan Xiu was not his biological son, after all, so he still had some worries.

Zichuan Xiu resolutely raised his hand and solemnly swore.

"I, Zichuan Xiu, swear allegiance to Zichuan Ning and the Zichuan Clan. I am willing to give everything for Her Highness Zichuan Ning, heir to the clan!"

Hearing Zichuan Xiu's oath, Zichuan Yuanxing finally smiled and nodded in relief before turning to his daughter.

"An Ning, I won't last much longer. From now on, you must shoulder the future of the clan. You are the clan's sole heir."

"But you're still too young. Before you come of age, I'll have my younger brother Canxing temporarily serve as the clan's acting Chief Executive and stabilize the situation."

"When you grow up, he'll return power to you. He has always listened to me, his elder brother."

"Finally, remember this: you must be wary of Yang Minghua. His ambitions are greater than I imagined."

"You must be wary of him!"

After saying this, Zichuan Yuanxing's breath stopped. On the verge of death, he had finally seen through Yang Minghua's true nature.

Only the three of them knew the army's route, yet the Flowing Wind Clan had been able to set up an ambush there in advance.

That meant either Zichuan Canxing or Yang Minghua had betrayed them.

Compared with his younger brother, whom he trusted, he was more inclined to suspect Yang Minghua.

Unfortunately, he had no evidence and no time left to expose him.

Carrying endless regret and worry,

a generation's hero and Chief Executive of the Zichuan Clan, Zichuan Yuanxing, passed away.

After Zichuan Yuanxing's death, the only people in the entire Imperial Capital capable of presiding over the overall situation

were Vice Chief Executive Zichuan Canxing and Commander-in-Chief Yang Minghua.

They convened an emergency meeting and announced the death of the clan's Chief Executive, Zichuan Yuanxing.

Zichuan Canxing received his elder brother's dying commission and became the new Chief Executive of the Zichuan Clan.

To stabilize the situation and placate Yang Minghua, who had already begun harboring thoughts of seizing power,

the clan decided to appoint him Commander-in-Chief and place all the clan's commanding officers under his authority.

They also handed him the task of dealing with the Flowing Wind Clan's army at the city gates.

After accepting the appointment, Yang Minghua thought long and hard before deciding to cede territory and seek peace with the Flowing Wind Clan.

The news sent the entire Imperial Capital into an uproar.

This was the first time the Zichuan Clan had ever suffered such humiliation—being forced to cede territory to others.

When Zichuan Xiu heard about it, he flew into a rage.

With his blood boiling, he immediately led eight hundred academy cavalrymen to the Command Office, drew his sword, and pointed it at Yang Minghua, who was preparing to cede territory.

Zichuan Xiu's actions immediately won the approval and support of the entire Imperial Capital's people and officers.

Yang Minghua stared grimly at the young Zichuan Xiu.

Although Zichuan Xiu had stopped Yang Minghua from ceding territory and seeking peace, he had also thoroughly offended him.

After returning to his residence, Zichuan Xiu found himself at a loss as to how to resolve the crisis before him.

He went to Manor No. 9527. The quiet and peaceful surroundings instantly soothed the agitation and unease he had felt outside.

Zichuan Xiu walked through the garden, where the flowers, plants, and trees had been meticulously trimmed, and arrived before a Gothic-style building.

A handsome young man was squatting in a horse stance on the lawn in front of the building, practicing a style of boxing that Zichuan Xiu could not understand.

The entire Imperial Capital was rioting and in chaos. Only this place seemed cut off from the rest of the world.

It was as though nothing outside could shake the peace here in the slightest.

"Godfather!"

Now, Zichuan Xiu had only one godfather left—and that was Lin Junyu.

"Oh, you're back? Do you want something to eat? I'll make you something!"

"Perfect timing. There are still ingredients in the kitchen. I'll make your favorite braised pork ribs!"

Lin Junyu was practicing tai chi. He had discovered that practicing tai chi increased his absorption speed of the world's spiritual energy.

So he was analyzing the principles governing the flow of spiritual energy within it.

He had found that some things from his previous life seemed quite useful now that he could sense spiritual energy.