Fairy Yuechan Brutally Beats the Useless Yu Xiaogang; Imperial Preceptor Yu Xiaogang Instantly Becomes a Eunuch (Please Subscribe)

After the Soul Search Technique ended, Shi Hao withdrew his spiritual power from Emperor Xue Ye's consciousness, and his eyes refocused on the real world.

He stood on the eaves of the great hall. Sunlight streamed through the clouds onto him, and the golden patterns on his dragon robe gleamed brilliantly beneath the sun.

Emperor Xue Ye had long since lost his former majesty and bearing. His face was pale, his eyes tightly shut, as though he could leave this world at any moment. Yet when Shi Hao looked at him, he slowly opened his eyes. Those aged eyes no longer held their former vitality, only profound weariness and endless vicissitudes.

"Young man..." Emperor Xue Ye's voice was weak and trembling as he struggled to raise his aged face toward Shi Hao. "Although I do not know who you truly are, I can see that you are not from Spirit Hall. Over these years, the eldest prince, Xue Qinghe, and those people from Spirit Hall secretly poisoned me. My days have long been numbered. So... young man, as long as you treat the people of my Tiandou Empire well and lead the Empire to its peak, then you will be the true Stone Emperor of this Empire. Then I can leave in peace..."

Shi Hao quietly looked at Emperor Xue Ye and slowly said, "Rest assured. I will do it."

As soon as Shi Hao finished speaking, a trace of relief appeared on Emperor Xue Ye's aged face. Then he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of black poisonous fluid sprayed out, splattering across the eaves of the great hall.

The fluid gave off a foul stench and a highly toxic aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"Then that is good..."

After uttering his final words, Emperor Xue Ye slowly extended his hand and gently placed it on Shi Hao's dragon robe. Then, like a collapsing mountain, his body fell heavily onto the eaves of the great hall. He died completely.

Seeing that His Majesty, even in death, still had one hand resting on the youth in dragon robes, the many Tiandou Empire soldiers watching from afar first stood in silent stillness.

Suddenly, one soldier in the crowd dropped to his knees, clenched his hands into fists, and slammed them heavily against the ground. His action seemed to open the floodgates of some emotion.

Following that motion, thuds rang out one after another. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers followed suit, kneeling in perfect unison as the collision of armor against the ground merged into a single sound.

"The old emperor has passed, and the new emperor ascends. We are here to welcome the Stone Emperor..."

This was not the cry of a single person, but a torrent formed from the hopes and reverence in the hearts of every soldier in the square.

Their voices rolled and surged like ocean waves, conveying the soldiers' expectations for the future.

The cries that followed were even more stirring. "The old emperor has passed, and the new emperor ascends! Long live the Stone Emperor..."

The soldiers raised their spears and shields high above their heads. Sunlight reflected off the metal in dazzling brilliance, and those glimmers danced in the air with their movements, as though celebrating the new emperor's ascension.

Seeing the masses in the square cheering as one, Yu Xiaogang's doglike eyes widened. Rage and despair intertwined, twisting his already somewhat comical face.

Yu Xiaogang charged desperately toward the elevated platform above the square. His steps were unsteady, and he nearly fell several times. His expression was tense and panicked, like a clown who had lost his way.

At last, he struggled up onto the platform, his body swaying unstably. Yu Xiaogang breathed rapidly, his chest heaving as he tore at his throat in an attempt to suppress the cheers below. In the voice of a robber, he roared, "Don't believe him! None of you must believe this Stone Emperor! He must be one of Spirit Hall's people! His Majesty was coerced into saying those things just now! I am Imperial Preceptor Yu Xiaogang! Listen to me! We should seize them immediately!"

Yu Xiaogang tried to use his former status and reputation to sway the soldiers' judgment.

"I am Imperial Preceptor Yu Xiaogang..." he proudly declared his identity. "Listen to me! We should seize them immediately! I am Imperial Preceptor Yu Xiaogang, and I was once the Master renowned throughout the entire world of soul masters! You should all listen to me..."

The useless Yu Xiaogang's loud roars did have some effect. Some of the soldiers began to waver and discuss matters among themselves.

However, a large number of soldiers continued shouting their slogans welcoming the Stone Emperor. This was not merely because they had personally witnessed Emperor Xue Ye pass the throne to Shi Hao, but because they sensed the majesty of a Heavenly Emperor from the man in dragon robes.

It was as though, simply by standing there, he was the supreme ruler between heaven and earth.

"Long live the Stone Emperor!"

These soldiers continued shouting fervently. Though some people around them had been swayed by Yu Xiaogang, the conviction in their hearts was as unshakable as rock. The weapons in their hands reflected even more dazzling light beneath the sun. It was not only submission to the new emperor, but also unwavering faith in the Empire's future.

Seeing that the useless Yu Xiaogang was still shouting himself hoarse, Shi Hao gave a cold laugh and waved his hand at Fairy Yuechan beside him.

"Yuechan, bring that useless Imperial Preceptor Yu Xiaogang here and slap his face hard. I want him to go from Imperial Preceptor to eunuch before everyone's eyes."

Hearing Shi Hao's words, Fairy Yuechan's delicate body trembled. She wore a blue gauze dress, its hem fluttering gently to reveal her snow-white legs. Beneath her cool temperament lay an inviolable nobility.

A jade-green longsword hung at her waist, its blade seeming to emanate waves of chill. Her face was incomparably beautiful, like a fairy beneath moonlight, pure and ethereal.

Originally, Fairy Yuechan had wanted to refuse this order. As a fairy, she had never done anything so crude. Yet when she saw Shi Hao's handsome and majestic face after he put on the dragon robe, she unexpectedly felt as though she did not dare defy him.

It was as though the man before her truly was the future Heavenly Emperor, inspiring awe within her.

"Yes..."

After hesitating for a moment, Fairy Yuechan actually nodded lightly like an incomparably beautiful guard. Her movement was elegant and composed, as though confirming her resolve.

Immediately afterward, Fairy Yuechan moved, instantly transforming into a light breeze and vanishing from where she stood. When she reappeared, she was already beside Yu Xiaogang. Yu Xiaogang was still immersed in his shouting and did not notice her arrival.

"Don't believe him! Don't believe him! Everyone, stop..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice had already become hoarse and weak, like a dying candle in the wind that could go out at any moment. His aged face trembled, filled with panic and despair. He knew he had lost power, yet he was still unwilling to admit defeat so easily.

"Imperial Preceptor."

Fairy Yuechan called softly.

When Yu Xiaogang turned around, he was immediately stunned by Fairy Yuechan's beauty. But then he saw the coldness and unquestionable resolve in her eyes, and a sense of unease rose within him.

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang had just begun to question her when Fairy Yuechan's outstretched hand suddenly seized his throat. Her palm was as cold as jade, making Yu Xiaogang feel suffocated.

Yu Xiaogang only felt his vision blur, as though the entire world were spinning.

That force was powerful and merciless, flinging him high into the air before smashing him down heavily. He felt like a drifting fallen leaf, lost amid a violent gale.

The next instant, his body was hurled heavily before Shi Hao. The roof tiles were hard and cold, and Yu Xiaogang felt as though his internal organs had all been jolted out of place.

He curled into a ball in agony, staring wide-eyed at Shi Hao before him.

Shi Hao's face held no expression. Like an indifferent statue, he looked down at the miserable useless wretch on the ground.

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang instinctively wanted to rise and flee. He knew he had lost, utterly and completely. Yet he still clung to a trace of luck, hoping he could escape this place that filled him with humiliation and fear.

However, he had only just stood up and had not even turned around when an incomparably beautiful figure appeared before him in an instant.

It was Fairy Yuechan. Her face was exquisitely beautiful, as though she did not belong to the mortal world. She wore an elegant long dress whose hem fluttered gently, making her as graceful and captivating as a fairy beneath moonlight. Her eyes gleamed coldly, without the slightest trace of pity or sympathy.

Fairy Yuechan extended her slender jade-like hand and viciously slapped Yu Xiaogang across his aged face.

Bang...

A crisp, thunderous sound tore through the silence of the square.

Fairy Yuechan's slap split Yu Xiaogang's skin and flesh. His entire body spun through the air like a top, his tattered clothes flapping wildly. His facial features had already twisted out of shape, while blood gushed from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, drawing shocking streaks of red through the air.

Yu Xiaogang's screams intertwined with the wind, forming a shrill and despairing melody. He felt as though an invisible force were dragging him continuously upward. The dizzying sensation left him disoriented and unable to control his body.

Then he crashed heavily onto the eaves of the great hall again, smashing the roof tiles into scattered fragments as broken tiles and splinters of wood flew in every direction.

His body became embedded among the tiles, as though nailed there.

"Argh..."

After landing, Yu Xiaogang let out a miserable scream. His face had swollen completely, like an inflated ball. His eyes were squeezed into narrow slits, his nose crooked, and blood flowed from his nostrils, staining his aged face red.

His mouth was also dyed crimson with blood, and his teeth were covered in bloodstains. He tried to open his mouth and cry for help, but the blood pouring out prevented him from making any clear sound.

The surrounding soldiers were stunned by this sudden turn of events. Seeing the Imperial Preceptor Yu Xiaogang in such a horrific state, every one of them drew a sharp breath.

Fairy Yuechan stood to one side, coldly watching it all. Her face held no expression, as though none of it had anything to do with her.