A common man's wrath (8000)
Moving back in time, about 25 minutes earlier, at the Nightwatchers's office.
Thump, thump, thump. Xu Qi'an, dressed in a blue robe, slowly descended the stairs, surrounded by a group of officials with complex expressions.
The Haoqi Tower was essentially Wei Yuan's office, housing many clerks and strategists who relayed messages and analyzed intelligence.
Yuan Xiong, a new official, made his first three moves, but they only managed to affect the Nightwatchers. The officials in Haoqi Tower were not affected for the time being. If Yuan Xiong had not died, these moves would have eventually reached them.
Because they were all Wei Yuan's trusted team members.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Xiong, who had just taken over the position of Duke Wei and entered the Haoqi Tower yesterday, died at the hands of Xu Qi'an today.
The officials stood at every corner of the stairwell, silently watching him as the man in blue robes slowly descended the stairs.
In each pair of eyes, there was reverence, sorrow, emotion, and glistening tears.
They had seen and understood the changes in the court these past few days, and what happened at the Nightwatchers's office yesterday.
Although they didn't say anything openly, they must have harbored resentment in their hearts.
However, those who can hold a pen cannot hold a knife. And those who can hold a knife cannot hold onto that fleeting courage.
For twenty-one years, Duke Wei had been in charge of the night Nightwatchers's duties, and countless people had benefited from his kindness. Now that he is dead, his cronies have scattered like monkeys after a tree falls, and all factions are watching with indifference.
In the end, it was this young man, who had been working as a night Nightwatchers for less than a year, who stood up for him in a fit of rage.
The officials looked at him, their silence a testament to their growing sorrow.
Xu Qi'an left Haoqi Tower, came to Yuan Xiong's corpse, drew his knife, cut off his head, and held it in his hand.
You want to ruin Duke Wei's reputation? I won't allow it!
The officials rushed out of Haoqi Tower and crowded outside.
As Xu Qi'an turned to leave, a choked voice came from behind him. "Xu Yinluo, run away."
It's that little guard on duty in front of Haoqi Tower.
"Xu Yinluo, go, you should go."
"Xu Yinluo, you've already lost your head, you'd better get out of here."
Please.
They seemed to have foreseen something, each voicing their own opinion.
The noise was deafening, yet every word came from the heart.
Xu Qi'an paused for a moment, then walked straight away.
He walked silently out of the yamen, and along the way, the eyes of the Nightwatchers were all focused on him. No one spoke, and no one dared to stop him.
A series of gazes lingered behind him, then turned to the head being held up.
Everyone's expression changed.
The woman in green quickly left the Nightwatchers's office and headed towards the palace along the long street.
In the silence, a trembling voice rang out, "This can't be done!"
He broke into the government office and killed someone. Afterwards, he didn't retreat immediately but instead carried the head out and headed towards the imperial city.
Suddenly someone screamed, "He's going to cause trouble at the palace!"
"This won't do. Duke Wei is gone. No one can protect him like last time. He killed Yuan Xiong, which is a capital offense punishable by confiscation of property and extermination of the entire family. We can't afford to cause any more trouble. We have to escape quickly."
"Who can stop him? No one can stop him."
He was too impulsive. Last time, he was able to kill the Duke because of the Duke Wei and the other officials who risked their lives to remonstrate. With these civil and military officials standing in front of him and bearing the pressure, he was able to escape unscathed.
This time the situation is different. If he dares to cause trouble, he will definitely be suppressed by the army and experts.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao, carrying knives, were the first to give chase.
The other Nightwatchers exchanged glances, unsure of what to do.
"We have wives, children, and elderly parents to support; we cannot act impulsively."
"I'll just go take a look, just a look."
"In short, we can't do nothing."
As for how to deal with it, they haven't figured it out yet.
Having found a reason for themselves, some people took a step forward and rushed out of the government office.
Then, one by one, two by two, they swarmed out.
At 5:15 AM, the autumn chill and frost were heavy, and most people had not yet risen.
At a breakfast stall on the street, a vendor holds a steaming bowl of soy milk in both hands and walks towards a customer at the table.
At one point, he looked out at the street, his eyes widened, and the large bowl in his hand fell to the ground and shattered, scalding hot soy milk splashing all over the ground.
The diners followed his gaze and saw, in the dim morning light, a figure in green robes walking with a knife in hand and a severed head in his left hand.
Behind him followed nearly a hundred Nightwatchers.
The stall owner slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the customer. "Isn't that Xu Yinluo?"
"Ah, is he Xu Yinluo?"
Some people have never seen Xu Yinluo's true face.
"No, that's right, it's him, it's Xu Yinluo. What does he want?"
"Holding a head in his hand, oh my, is Xu Yinluo going to kill another corrupt official?"
"So many Nightwatchers followed behind him"
Street vendors, peddlers who had entered the city early in the morning, and some people who were going out to work were fortunate enough to witness this scene.
When they discovered Xu Yinluo walking along the main road towards the imperial city, the onlookers couldn't help but exchange words.
Whose head is Xu Yinluo carrying?
"Who knows? He's definitely not a good person, otherwise Xu Yinluo wouldn't have killed him. The last time I remember such a large-scale operation was the execution of two dukes at Caishikou, but unfortunately I didn't witness it myself."
The sound suddenly stopped.
A few seconds later, someone screamed, "Follow them! Follow them and see!"
The initially astonished people suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation. They immediately called their friends and scurried far behind the Nightwatchers.
As we walked, passersby pointed and whispered among themselves, asking each other questions.
"What's going on here?"
"What are you doing following this group of Nightwatchers?"
The people in the procession said, "That's Xu Yinluo leading the way, didn't you recognize him? Are you all blind?"
"Stop talking nonsense, we don't know either. Just watch the show. Don't forget, the last time Xu Yinluo made such a big fuss was the Chuzhou massacre."
The unsuspecting people were terrified and joined the group.
The imperial city, on the city wall.
The Imperial Guards stationed at the South Gate could see the wide main road in the distance, with crowds surging in, and looking down, all they could see were heads.
First came a man in a blue robe, followed by a hundred Nightwatchers, and finally, a scattered group of commoners.
The procession numbered nearly a thousand. The capital city was prosperous and wealthy, and the people were generally lazy and got up late. Especially as autumn deepened and the weather turned cold, most families, unless forced to make a living, were still asleep, entwined in their warm beds.
Therefore, being able to gather a large group of nearly a thousand people was already quite remarkable at this time.
The Imperial Guards quickly ignored the common people, lingered for a moment among the hundred Nightwatchers, and then locked their gaze on the leader in blue.
Xu Qi'an, the former silver gong player, had human heads hanging from his waist.
The commander of the Imperial Guards in the southern city, his face stern, ordered, "Preheat the cannons, prepare the crossbows, and await my command."
No amount of attention is too much in the face of this formidable figure, especially given the recent tense situation and the court's intention to punish Wei Yuan. At this critical juncture, Xu Qi'an is not a friendly visitor.
The commander of the Imperial Guards stood atop the city wall and shouted, "This is the imperial city; unauthorized personnel are prohibited from entering."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the Imperial Guards on the city wall adjusted their cannons, making a demonstrative aiming motion.
Or raise the crossbow and draw the hard bow.
They were just waiting for their commander's order to launch the attack.
The woman in blue indeed stopped.
Seeing this, the commander of the Imperial Guards breathed a sigh of relief. With the death of Duke Wei, this arrogant young man had no choice but to rein in his lawless nature.
At this moment, he saw Xu Qi'an remove the severed head from his waist, raise it high, and shout:
"Twenty-one years ago, Wei Yuan led his army to Shanhai Pass, where he fought a decisive battle against the demon barbarians, the southern barbarians, and the Witch God Shanhai Pass, returning victorious. Without Wei Yuan, there would be no Great Feng. However, his achievements overshadowed the emperor, who could not tolerate him. He was forced to relinquish his cultivation, strip him of his military power, and confine him to the court."
The Nightwatchers behind him looked indignant, feeling indignant on behalf of Duke Wei.
Among the common people, the young didn't feel much, but the older ones knew that Xu Yinluo was telling the truth.
The commander of the Imperial Guards narrowed his eyes, his hand still raised.
"Twenty-one years later, Wei Yuan led his army to attack the Witch God Sect. The foolish emperor, fearing that Wei Yuan would return victorious and be difficult to suppress, colluded with treacherous officials to cut off the food supply of 100,000 troops. In Jingshan City, he joined forces with the Witch God Sect to kill Wei Yuan and annihilate the army."
"Later, he conspired with the treacherous minister Yuan Xiong to smear his name and ruin his reputation, trampling on the victory won by 100,000 soldiers who had risked their lives."
The sound was loud and clear, reaching the ears of the people.
This caused an uproar and commotion among them.
The army that went to war against the Witch God Sect suffered heavy casualties, which has been the talk of the town lately. Even the common people, when they take a break and get together for tea, will angrily denounce the eunuchs for ruining the country.
However, when Xu Yinluo said the same thing, it was a completely different story.
The emperor colluded with treacherous officials, cut off the army's food supplies, and joined forces with the witch god cult to kill the commander-in-chief. The people who heard these words were in complete disarray.
The Nightwatchers's eyes instantly welled up with tears, not from sadness, but from anger.
If Xu Ningyan's words are true, then for them, this is an intolerable and unforgivable crime.
"Release the arrows!"
The commander of the Imperial Guards shouted sternly.
The sounds of bowstrings vibrating and cannonballs firing filled the air.
Whistling cannonballs and crossbow bolts flashing white light rained down on Xu Qi'an, disregarding the lives of ordinary civilians.
The people screamed and scattered, fleeing for cover.
Boom boom boom!
The cannonballs and crossbow bolts exploded in mid-air, as if they had encountered an invisible barrier.
"I am heartbroken that our ancestors' six-hundred-year-old legacy has been destroyed by a foolish and treacherous ruler."
Xu Qi'an stood unmoved, hurling the severed head with a thunderous roar, "Therefore today, a commoner's rage can spill blood five steps away, and the world will be shrouded in mourning!"
On the city wall, cannons and crossbows exploded in response.
Throwing heads across the imperial city, a figure in blue robes smashed through the city gates and charged towards the palace.
"Dog--Emperor--"
Inside the Golden Palace, with this deafening roar, the Taiping Blade whistled through the air, aiming to nail the man in the yellow robe to the dragon throne.
The gazes of the officials followed the flash of the sword, turning toward the monarch who had been overlooking the court for nearly forty years.
Emperor Yuanjing reached out and, with his own flesh and blood, grasped the edge of the peerless divine weapon.
The Taiping Blade spewed out blade energy, humming and vibrating, yet it could not break free from the shackles of this jade-white palm.
"Do you really think that I, after twenty-one years of cultivation, am so incompetent?"
Emperor Yuanjing looked at Xu Qi'an with a half-smile, his tone calm, like a high and mighty god who ruled over everything.
The two met eyes across the main hall, and Xu Qi'an knew that Zhen De and Yuan Jing had merged.
One Qi transforms into Three Pure Ones, the three are one person, one person and the three, capable of separation and union.
"You think I came to kill you just because of a moment of anger?"
Xu Qi'an responded calmly, saying each word clearly, "The late Emperor's virtue!"
You actually know my identity!
Emperor Yuanjing frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised.
Buzz!
The Taiping Blade vibrated, unleashing bursts of blade energy that caused the large table covered with yellow silk to crumble and left blade marks on the golden steps. One of the blade shattered a small octagonal bronze plaque.
The Bagua bronze plaque transformed into a blinding, clear light, and the next moment, Emperor Yuanjing and the Taiping Blade vanished from the Golden Palace.
Teleportation Law Artifact!
The regicide involved not only Yuan Jing, but also Zhen De.
Joan of Arc is a master of the Tribulation Transcending Realm, and Xu Qi'an himself is also a third-rank expert; the battle cannot take place in the capital.
Otherwise, millions of lives would be wiped out.
Xu Qi'an glanced at the officials in the hall; their expressions were stiff, and their eyes were blank.
"The emperor is tyrannical, and I, Xu, will punish him today. Gentlemen, please remain in the palace and await the outcome."
After saying that, he took out a small bronze Bagua (Eight Trigrams) plaque and crushed it.
Kiyomitsu encompassed him and vanished.
Chaos erupted at the Meridian Gate Square, with horns and drums echoing throughout the palace as imperial guards swarmed toward the Meridian Gate.
Taking advantage of the weak defenses in the palace, Huaiqing led his trusted guards straight to Jingyang Palace, where Emperor Yuanjing resided.
"Tie him up!"
The aloof and dignified eldest princess waved her hand.
Twenty highly skilled guards effortlessly subdued the imperial guards outside the palace.
Holding a stack of handwritten letters in her arms, Huaiqing moved swiftly, her skirts fluttering, and entered Emperor Yuanjing's bedroom alone.
Huaiqing, who had crossed the high threshold and was heading straight for the imperial study, suddenly stopped in his tracks, as if sensing something. He turned back towards his bedroom and saw the array drawn on the ground and the floating beads.
I saw the golden dragon struggling in agony, being slowly sucked out.
A golden dragon vein beneath the earth? Is this Father's scheme? What does he want to do?
Many questions flashed through Huaiqing's mind. Just as she was about to approach, she saw the eyeball inside the bead move and stare at her intently.
Staring at him by that eyeball, Huaiqing felt a chill run down his spine. At the same time, his martial artist instincts, honed by the Spirit Refining Realm, triggered a frantic warning.
Huaiqing was a wise and decisive woman. Without looking back, she turned and left, returning to the imperial study. She spread out the handwritten letters on the large table and stamped them with the imperial seal.
The handwritten messages fall into two categories: the first is orders to close the city gates; the second is orders to deploy the imperial guards.
The handwritten document had already been stamped with the Grand Secretariat's seal. Once the Emperor's jade seal was affixed, all the city gates of the capital could be closed, effectively trapping the troops inside.
On the day of the Earth Book Group meeting, the members of the Heaven and Earth Society unanimously agreed that regicide must meet two prerequisites.
First, battles cannot take place within the city.
Second, the five battalions of the Imperial Guards directly commanded by Emperor Yuanjing were not allowed to participate in the battle.
The Imperial Guard consisted of five battalions: the Divine Machine Battalion, which controlled advanced artillery, crossbows, and ballistae; the well-equipped and swift cavalry battalion; the assault battalion, composed of heavy cavalry; the Hundred Battles Battalion, composed of heavy infantry; and the navy.
This is the most elite force of the Great Feng. Whether it is combat capability, equipment, or the best soldiers, they are all top-notch.
If this army were to launch a full-scale attack, not only within the Great Feng territory, but even throughout the Nine Provinces, there would be very few armies capable of standing against it.
Their purpose was to protect the capital and ensure that the nation's capital would not fall.
After affixing the imperial seal, Huaiqing rushed out of the palace, summoned the head guard, and said:
"Go immediately to the Imperial Guard camp and deliver these five handwritten letters to the respective camp commanders."
"The rest of the handwritten letters were sent to the Cabinet and given to Chief Minister Wang."
She issued orders methodically.
Nanyuan, on the outskirts of Beijing.
The array engraved outside the forest lit up, revealing Emperor Yuanjing in a yellow robe, holding the Taiping Blade in his hand, calmly surveying his surroundings.
"Nanyuan!"
With just a glance, he recognized this as the royal hunting grounds, a vast forest stretching for two hundred and sixty miles, indeed very suitable as a battlefield.
Emperor Yuanjing looked in a certain direction, his eyes filled with deep malice, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw out the Taiping Blade.
A clear light flashed there, revealing Xu Qi'an's figure. The Taiping Blade shot towards him just then, as if he himself had run into the blade.
Bite!
Golden light burst forth, the Taiping Blade was deflected, and then happily fell into its master's hand.
Emperor Yuanjing couldn't help but narrow his eyes, his brows furrowing:
"Third rank? I understand now. No wonder Wei Yuan's Qi and Blood were only at the second rank that day; he had a backup plan. Tsk, if I weren't so familiar with him, I would have suspected that you are his illegitimate son."
Having been corrupted by the leader of the Earth Sect, he made no attempt to conceal his jealousy, and his malice turned into murderous intent.
Jealousy is one of the worst emotions in human nature. This emperor, who had spent twenty years cultivating in seclusion, rising from an ordinary person to the second rank of Tribulation Transcending, and becoming one of the few at the pinnacle of the Nine Provinces, felt genuinely jealous of this young man.
Compared to his forbearance and humiliation, his opponent went all out and gained fame and fortune, with even Wei Yuan willing to pave the way for him.
In just one year, he rose from a mere ant to a third-rank martial artist.
Xu Qi'an sheathed his sword, gathering his strength as he sneered, "If I told you that Huaiqing and the Fourth Prince are his bloodlines, would you believe me?"
Emperor Yuanjing slowly composed himself and said coldly, "You are provoking me."
His response was a swift and decisive strike from Xu Qi'an.
A stunning flash of blade light appeared.
Taiping Blade + Heaven and Earth One-Slash Slash + Heart Sword + Nourishing Intent + Buddhist School Lion's Roar!
Jade shattered!
Accompanying the flash of the blade was a deafening roar of a lion, chilling to the bone.
Emperor Yuanjing sensed the power of this strike. His figure vanished abruptly and reappeared with incredible speed. One after another, bright yellow figures appeared and disappeared in a flash, but no matter what he did, he could not dodge this strike.
He stretched out his hands, his palms shimmering with golden and dark light, and grasped the gleaming blade.
laugh.
Amidst the sound of dissolving energy, the glint of the blade vanished.
The Daoist School Yang Shen, also known as the Immortal Dharma Body, is a sublimation of the Golden Core Elixir's invulnerability to all magic.
Once one reaches the first-grade terrestrial immortal realm, the Yang spirit and physical body merge, and one can even engage in hand-to-hand combat with martial artists.
Of course, their attack power and endurance are definitely inferior to those of a martial artist.
Xu Qi'an appeared behind Emperor Yuanjing and slashed down with his sword. He didn't expect that a fourth-grade "intention" could harm a second-grade tribulation expert.
Intention, too, needs to be cultivated.
A martial artist's will can only be sublimated at the second rank. The third rank is immortality, which has nothing to do with the will of the fourth rank.
Just like the Confucian School fourth and third ranks, they have no relation whatsoever.
Xu Qi'an wanted to use this attack to bring the two sides closer, and then use a series of combos to severely injure the opponent.
Emperor Yuanjing looked up and let out a silent roar.
Xu Qi'an's mind went blank for a moment, and he felt dizzy and lightheaded. Within a radius of dozens of miles, creatures as small as insects and as large as deer and wild boars all died, but their bodies remained intact.
Seizing the moment when his Primordial Spirit was in turmoil, Emperor Yuanjing unleashed beams of light from his sleeves.
The Divine Mirror captures the opponent's Primordial Spirit, extending the period of control.
The summoning banner unleashed streaks of eerie light, attacking the Primordial Spirit.
Three Soul-Devouring Nails shot out, attempting to pierce various acupoints in the opponent's head, but were helplessly deflected by the martial artist's physique.
Two copper rings locked Xu Qi'an's wrists.
The seventh rank in Daoist School is called Qi Absorption, which allows one to control Law Artifact, including flying swords. At the level of Emperor Yuanjing, one can easily control multiple Law Treasure at once.
In addition, the Daoist School is one of the very few systems besides Warlock that possesses the ability to craft magical Law Artifact. It's just that they are not as proficient as Warlock, who can craft almost any kind of Law Artifact.
While wielding his Law Artifact to attack, Emperor Yuanjing summoned a green sword and thrust it out, its dazzling sword light covering the sky.
He follows the cultivation method of the Human Sect, and is also a second-grade Human Sect cultivator, so his attack power is no less than Luo Yuheng's.
Among Daoist School three major schools of Daoism, the Human School is the most aggressive.
Even among martial artists, the Human Sect Sword Technique stands out in terms of offensive power, and it is particularly adept at breaking through the tough skin and iron bones of martial artists.
Under the sword's light, the Vajra Divine Skill held out for a few breaths, but couldn't withstand it, and was pierced through the heart by the sword.
Crimson blood splattered behind Xu Qi'an.
Emperor Yuanjing frantically unleashed his Sword Qi, obliterating the life force of this newly promoted third-rank cultivator. His eyes flashed with the same malice as the demonic cultivators of the Earth Sect, and he sneered:
"A mere martial artist who has just entered the third rank dares to contend with me?"
He has been a second-rank cultivator for many years, cultivating with the nation's resources; how could this mere third-rank youth possibly contend with him?
"Got you!"
Xu Qi'an revealed a smug smile and roared, "Divine Power!!"
A deep, vast, and terrifying aura revived within Xu Qi'an's body.
A demonic pattern resembling a flame appeared between his brows, his skin quickly turned pitch black, and a halo of flames appeared behind his head.
Xu Qi'an's aura surged, instantly rising from the Subordinate Third Rank to the peak of the third rank.
This is not the power of Shen Shu alone, but the power of both combined.
Bang!
The Law Artifact bronze mirror shattered.
The summoning flag exploded.
The copper ring shattered.
"I'll take the lead!" Xu Qi'an said.
Now a true high-level martial artist, he has mastered the ability to transform into internal energy, and can kill experts from other systems in one fell swoop, no longer needing to be controlled by Shen Shu.
"Good!"
A deep, divine voice emanated from within him.
Shen Shu was awakened by force; only another supreme expert could awaken a supreme expert from slumber.
Upon waking up that day, Xu Qi'an said he had only one request for the supervisor: to help him awaken Shen Shu.
However, the supervisor refused without giving a reason, only telling him to go to the Cloud Deer Academy first.
Only after receiving the blood pill left to him by Wei Yuan from the dean did Xu Qi'an realize the supervisor's intention.
Shen Shu is an insatiable bottomless pit. If he were awake, Wei Yuan's blood pills would have been given to Shen Shu for nothing.
The next moment, a storm of blows descended upon Yuan Jing, with layers of shockwaves exploding outwards.
Emperor Yuanjing felt as if he were surrounded by enemies on all sides, both in the sky and on the ground. The attacks came from different angles, as dense as rain, making it impossible to dodge or resist.
This is a high-class martial artist.
Puff!
Xu Qi'an joined his hands together, pierced through Emperor Yuanjing's chest, and tore it open with force.
Dismemberment!
Blood splattered on the dark, tangled body, making it appear even more ferocious and demonic.
At this moment, Emperor Yuanjing officially died, truly died.
The figure, whose golden and dark light intertwined, vanished, then stood suspended in mid-air, looking down at Xu Qi'an with a gloomy expression.
The late Emperor Zhende.
Xu Qi'an stared silently at the corpse on the ground, memories flashing through his mind, including the majestic and aloof image of Emperor Yuanjing.
A fleeting image flashes before my eyes of the emperor sitting high on his dragon throne.
Although he had long been replaced by Joan of Arc, and although the former emperor had always been the late Joan of Arc, he still felt a strong sense of exhilaration.
He personally killed this scoundrel emperor, and from that moment on, Yuan Jing became history, ceasing to exist.
Joan of Arc's face twitched slightly. Although Yuan Jing's body had limited cultivation, it was, in fact, a life for him.
One breath transforms into three pure beings; one person possesses three lives.
He lost his life after only fifteen minutes of fighting.
As she cautiously examined the figure that resembled both god and demon, Empress Joan of Arc suddenly realized something, pointed at Xu Qi'an, and roared:
"So it was you! It was you! You're the mysterious figure who appeared in Chuzhou that day! The sealed artifact beneath Sangbo is on you!"
He was filled with resentment and hatred.
It was him all along; the one who killed the Prince of Zhenbei was Xu Qi'an.
"If I had known it was you, I should have torn you to pieces the day you returned to the capital. I regret it; how many opportunities I missed to kill you. You were able to deceive me because the Imperial Censor shielded you from the secrets of heaven, preventing me from sensing their existence."
Joan of Arc was furious. She had watched this nobody grow up, nurturing a potential threat, and tolerating his gradual rise to power.
Only now do I realize that the person who killed my other self was right beside me.
Xu Qi'an not only killed his clone, but also took the corpse back to the capital, running around causing trouble, killing the Duke, and publicly denouncing him in front of the people.
This is outrageous! This is outrageous!!
Empress Joan of Arc was both shocked and furious, her heart filled with turmoil. She gritted her teeth and said, "I will not give you another chance."
Xu Qi'an said calmly, "Yuan Jing is dead. After today, the throne of the Great Feng Dynasty will change hands."
Upon hearing this, Empress Joan of Arc revealed a smug and arrogant smile, "You're right. After today, the Great Feng will indeed change hands, and it will become a vassal state of the Witch God Cult."
As expected, the late emperor's goal was to make Great Feng a vassal state of the Witch God Cult; he wanted to emulate Salun Agu. Xu Qi'an frowned:
What are you planning to do?
Joan of Arc, absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi to recover, opened his arms as if to display his greatness, and said:
"Do you know about dragon veins? When dynasties ruled the Central Plains, they ruled not only the people but also the land. The people's hearts gather their fortune, and dragon veins are the essence of fortune and land."
"If I extract the spirit of the dragon vein and offer it to the Witch God, the Central Plains will suffer endless natural and man-made disasters. However, because the dragon vein is not destroyed, uprisings often fail. The Witch God Cult controls the dragon vein of the Central Plains, is destined by heaven, and can easily take over the Central Plains."
"So you're going to help the Witch God Cult kill Duke Wei?"
Xu Qi'an didn't understand dragon veins, but he did understand fortune. After the Great Feng lost half of its fortune, its national strength had declined in recent years, with droughts and floods occurring in various places.
Years of bad luck.
Having gained good fortune, he always managed to turn misfortune into good fortune and had one extraordinary encounter after another. In just one year, he was promoted to the third rank. On the surface, it seemed that he had received favors from some powerful figures, but in fact, this was a manifestation of good fortune bestowed upon him.
If the dragon vein were to fall into the hands of the Witch God Cult, the consequences would be predictable.
"Wei Yuan must die. If he lives, he's the one I'll be facing today. And a second-rank martial artist is far stronger than you."
Emperor Joan of Arc continued to inhale and exhale Spiritual Qi; the violent attack had caused him some minor injuries.
"Wei Yuan is a military genius that is rare to see in hundreds of years. If he doesn't die, Salun Agu will never have peace of mind. Even if the Witch God Sect holds the dragon vein, it may not be able to easily take over the Central Plains. Of course, I have a third reason for killing Wei Yuan, which you will know soon."
"By the way, I activated the formation to sever the dragon vein during court. Do you want to rush back and stop it? I don't mind fighting in the city."
"I mind. Duke Wei must have foreseen this, right? The battle of Jingshan City was also a trap set by the Witch God Cult, but Duke Wei had no choice. If he watched the Witch God break free of the seal, even with Duke Wei exceptional military skills, he couldn't defeat a Super Rank cultivator, "Xu Qi'an asked.
"You want to remove the dragon vein? Will the Supervisor agree?"
As a first-rank Warlock, no one understands destiny better than him. Empress Joan of Arc's attempt to extract the dragon vein right under the nose of the Grand Master was nothing but wishful thinking.
Although the Imperial Censor could not kill Joan of Arc, he could prevent the dragon vein from being drained away.
Empress Joan of Arc laughed loudly, "The Imperial Censor is the greatest enemy in my plan for immortality. If I couldn't hold him back, why would I need to extract the Dragon Vein?"
Xu Qi'an frowned deeply.
Lingbao Temple.
Luo Yuheng stepped out of the quiet room and into the courtyard, reaching out her fair hand toward the small pond in the yard.
A rusty iron sword emerged from the water and delivered itself into her hands.
Luo Yuheng took a step and disappeared into the courtyard.
Star-Gazing Tower.
A ripple came from the void, and a figure wrapped in a wizard's robe stepped out from it.
This was an old man holding a sheep-driving whip, his hair and beard all white, his gaze calm and gentle. But this old man, who was no different from any other old man, caused dark clouds to gather Star-Gazing Tower his appearance.
Dark clouds rolled in, very close to the Star-Gazing Tower, so close it seemed to be right overhead, and streaks of bright lightning flashed through the clouds.
The moment the old man appeared, array patterns lit up on the Eight Trigrams Platform, attempting to strangle him.
But the old man seemed to be outside of this world, and no attack on him had any effect.
"Grand-disciple, if you possess Wei Yuan's ability to break formations, your grandmaster will depart right now," Salun Agu said with a smile.
The supervisor held his wine cup and leisurely took a sip.
"The Great Feng Kingdom has been weakened for so long, how much strength do you still have?" Salun Agu sat down at the table.
The supervisor sneered, "Warlock use their brains, while warriors only know how to use brute force."
As they spoke, a chessboard appeared on the table.
"Let's play the next game."
"Determining the winner through chess?"
The supervisor said calmly, "No, once this round is over, the matter is also over."
P. S.: I'll write this part of the story slowly, so please don't rush me. Writing too fast will actually make it worse. Speed and quality are inversely proportional. I hope you won't rush me.