"Heh. I didn't recognize you at first, but your bloodline was so powerful that it even woke His Majesty." Daoist Chen glanced at the dragon throne inside the tomb. "You are the one chance of survival amid nine chances of death, because only your golden destiny, noble beyond words, can withstand the baptism of the Netherworld River and let you harvest Life-and-Death Grass from it!"
"Really?"
Shen Lang was doubtful, but he also knew that Daoist Chen had correctly identified him. The man was clearly no ordinary person.
"What a load of bullshit, you old bastard!" Ye Qianfan snapped. "If you want to die, go die yourself! Why drag my brother into it?"
Whoosh!
With that!
Ye Qianfan slashed at Daoist Chen without the slightest hesitation.
Daoist Chen gave a cold laugh and easily parried Ye Qianfan's steel saber with his peachwood sword. "Whether I'm telling the truth or spouting nonsense, your brother can judge for himself!"
"Whatever you do, don't listen to him."
Just then.
The blind old man from the Mortuary suddenly emerged from the imperial audience hall. "Chen Daorong of the former dynasty's Astronomical Bureau, just what are you trying to do?"
"Eunuch Wang, after all these years, I never imagined I would meet you here." Seeing the old man, Daoist Chen sneered repeatedly. "Naturally, I intend to restore the rightful ruler. The current emperor is descended from a treacherous rebel. How can he be allowed to rule the realm?"
"The rise and fall of dynasties is inevitable. Why disturb His Majesty's eternal rest over a lingering obsession?" Eunuch Wang countered.
"And you call yourself someone who served at His Majesty's side! You would willingly watch treacherous rebels ruin His Majesty's realm!" Daoist Chen raged. "If today's rebel truly deserved the imperial throne, why would war erupt