Veiling Heavenly Secrets

The white-robed Warlock's words confirmed some of Xu Qi'an's guesses. The third rank of the Warlock System is called "Heavenly Mystery Master," but no one knows what the second and first ranks are called.

In the present day, apart from the first generation who created the Warlock System, and the current generation of traitors, no one else knows what the first and second ranks of Warlock are.

Even Yang Qianhuan, a direct disciple of the "King of Pretense," knew nothing about this.

It's easy to imagine that the first and second ranks of the Warlock System hold enormous secrets.

When the Buddhist School delegation arrived in the capital, he learned during a casual conversation with Wei Yuan that the Buddhist School and the current eunuch played a crucial role in Emperor Wuzong's usurpation of the throne.

He was instrumental in the downfall of the first Director of the Imperial Household Agency.

Later, after rescuing Lina from the underground palace, they met a wild Warlock named Gongyang Su, from whom they learned that the first and second ranks of Warlock held a great secret.

From that time on, Xu Qi'an suspected that the murder of his master by Jian Zheng was most likely related to his rank.

"It seems you had this idea in mind all along."

The white-robed Warlock stared at Xu Qi'an for a moment, then said leisurely.

My idea is that a second-rank Warlock should be called "traitorous disciple," and a first-rank warlock should be called "master slayer." Xu Qi'an thought to himself, but didn't dare to say it aloud.

He remained silent.

The white-robed Warlock observed Zhao Shou, who was struggling to break through the formation, and said:

"A second-rank Warlock is called a ' Qi Refinement cultivator'."

A big question mark flashed through Xu Qi'an's mind. This was a bit unexpected. To be honest, the name of Qi Refinement Refiner was really mediocre and didn't seem to match the status of a second-grade Warlock.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the white-robed Warlock laugh and say, "The 'qi' in 'luck'."

Qi Refinement train their own destiny?!

Xu Qi'an's pupils contracted slightly, a sense of sudden enlightenment washing over him, but new doubts also arose.

The sudden realization came when he understood why the first Supervisor was able to steal the fate of the Great Feng Kingdom and refine it into his own body—this was the power of a second-rank Qi Refinement.

The confusion stemmed from not understanding how this had anything to do with the supervisor's murder of his master.

"What does this have to do with the Supervisor betraying you?"

He frankly voiced his doubts.

The white-robed Warlock did not answer him, but opened the sachet again. At the same time, Xu Qi'an heard Zhao Shou say in a deep voice:

"Deploying troops is prohibited here."

The deep voice seemed to contain a terrifying power, causing the rules of heaven and earth to change.

Those formations that drew upon the power of heaven and earth and used the energy of the five elements to strangle Zhao Shou vanished without a trace.

"Beautiful! "Xu Qi'an secretly cheered.

With the two sides locked in a stalemate, Zhao Shou had perfectly stalled the first supervisor, waiting only for the senior first-rank official, Salun Agu, to be driven away by the traitor, at which point he would be saved.

Seeing that the formation had been broken, the white-robed Warlock remained calm and summoned a Law Treasure from his open sachet: a small, exquisite bronze Bagua plate.

The Bagua copper plate spun and soared into the sky, condensing above Zhao Shou's head. A hazy, clear light shone down, and a Bagua formation enveloped him, trapping Zhao Shou once again.

"You might try prohibiting the use of Law Artifact here."

The white-robed Warlock laughed, "This way, you can't use your Quasi-Sage Confucian Crown, and I can take the opportunity to kill you."

Zhao Shou remained silent, for the backlash from his Law Follows Speech did not allow him to alter the rules of heaven and earth again and again.

"Pay-to-win players deserve to die a horrible death, "Xu Qi'an cursed inwardly. The glimmer of hope that had just appeared vanished instantly.

At first glance, the Warlock class doesn't seem to have strong offensive capabilities, but given enough time and resources, they are skilled in formations and weapon crafting and can make money through pay-to-win tactics.

If your combat strength is insufficient, use Law Artifact to make up for it.

Absolutely disgusting.

After tossing out the Bagua bronze plate, the white-robed Warlock leisurely said, "A first-rank Warlock is called 'Heavenly Mandate'."

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "Know your destiny!"

"The supervisor plans and schemes in secret, all based on the authority of 'Heaven's Mandate.' However, Heaven's Mandate has a major drawback: the supervisor can only scheme in secret and cannot directly intervene or reveal the secrets of Heaven."

"Let me give you an example. If he knows I'm going to launch a sneak attack today, he can't tell you or help you directly. He can only help you through some indirect means, such as sealing the demonic monk Shen Shu inside your body."

"In fact, that's exactly what he did. But everything in the world has its counterpart; I can't do anything about Shen Shu, but someone else can."

Xu Qi'an nodded. "This reminds me of a wizard's divination."

The white-robed Warlock smiled and nodded, "Warlock are originally derived from the Sorcerer System."

"But what does this have to do with the supervisor murdering his master?" Xu Qi'an asked.

Upon hearing this, the white-robed Warlock sighed, "The condition for Qi Refinement cultivator to advance to the Heavenly Mandate realm is: to refine the Qi and destiny of a nation. You might not understand what I mean by that."

Who the hell are you looking down on? Xu Qi'an nodded. "It's indeed hard to understand."

The white-robed Warlock patiently explained, "To put it another way, which is easier to understand, supporting a chosen one to ascend the throne, establish a nation, and become emperor is the key to a second-rank Qi Refinement advancing to a first-rank Heavenly Fate cultivator."

Boom!

It was like a thunderclap exploding in his ears, making Xu Qi'an's scalp tingle.

All the mysteries have been solved.

Therefore, the Imperial Censor chose to help Emperor Wuzong, join forces with Buddhist School, and betray his teacher.

By supporting Emperor Wuzong, the supervisor successfully rose to the first rank.

The first generation of supervisors was demoted from the Subordinate First Rank to the second rank because they lost the "state".

No wonder Warlock need to attach themselves to the imperial court, because a dynasty that rules the Central Plains is the foundation of Warlock.

Therefore, the first generation said that if the Supervisor killed Joan of Arc, he would be destroying his own foundation. But if he killed me, he would only have to suffer the backlash of fate, and would not destroy his own foundation.

"Couldn't we choose a prince from the existing dynasty and support him to ascend the throne?" Xu Qi'an probed.

The white-robed Warlock shook his head. "This is not enough for Qi Refinement cultivator to advance."

Xu Qi'an remained silent for a long time, but finally couldn't help asking, "Were you out of your mind back then? Why did you take on a disciple?"

Is all the hard work of teaching a disciple just to have him betray you?

The white-robed Warlock remained silent, then pierced the eighth and ninth golden nails into Xu Qi'an's body. With that, all the nails were in place.

Shen Shu was completely sealed away.

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Xu Qi'an wished he could slap himself, if only he could move his hand.

The white-robed Warlock sighed, "Because the change of dynasties is a natural law that no one can stop. The destruction of a dynasty is inevitably accompanied by the fall of a supervisor."

"That's why we need to take on disciples. If we don't, the Warlock System will become dust in history. Speaking of which, it was fortunate that Emperor Wuzong rebelled back then. Although the royal family changed, the Great Feng was still the Great Feng."

Therefore, I have only fallen into a lower realm, not died or perished.

So, being constantly betrayed by one's apprentice is the fate that the Warlock System must bear? Xu Qi'an said with a strange expression:

"You're trying to revive that old faction and reclaim the throne so you can return to your first-rank position?"

"That's obvious."

The white-robed Warlock nodded.

Xu Qi'an spoke slowly and deliberately, "Then, the current Supervisor fell back to the second rank and began his new plan to kill his master?"

Is a nesting doll arrangement being formed between master and apprentice?

The white-robed Warlock glanced at him, his tone suddenly turning cold. "Do you have any last words?"

Xu Qi'an remained silent.

The white-robed Warlock reached out and took the fragment of the Earth Book from Xu Qi'an's arms, gently wiping it away.

Xu Qi'an felt a sharp pain in his head, realizing that his "master-servant relationship" with the fragment of the Earth Book had been severed.

My heart sank.

The white-robed Warlock tilted the jade mirror, revealing a longsword that emitted a faint glow and was as clear as water.

Then, he stuffed the fragments of the Earth Book back into Xu Qi'an's arms.

They gave it back to me?!

Xu Qi'an stared blankly at him. So, he simply took out his Moon Shadow Sword?

This sword was a trophy obtained after killing Ji Qian.

Its quality is no worse than his Taiping Blade, but it lacks a weapon spirit and therefore cannot be considered a peerless divine weapon.

Do you know the true essence of a fourth-grade formation master?

The white-robed Warlock, holding the Moon Shadow Sword, turned his head and smiled at Xu Qi'an.

Before Xu Qi'an could speak, he continued:

"Formations are actually the rules of heaven and earth; otherwise, how could they summon wind, rain, thunder, and lightning? How could they borrow the power of heaven and earth? Therefore, given time, I can decipher the Confucian School- modified rules of heaven and earth and thus break them."

As he spoke, he swept his hand across the Moon Shadow Sword, creating a series of twisted and mysterious incantations.

Xu Qi'an subconsciously closed his eyes. Looking directly at these incantations would cause him headaches and dizziness, just like looking directly at the dragon tooth.

The white-robed Warlock raised his Moonshadow Sword and gently slashed down, instantly shattering Dean Zhao Shou's "drawing a circle on the ground as a prison".

He wasn't wasting time talking to me all this time; he was trying to understand the rules of this world. Xu Qi'an suddenly felt immense pressure.

The first Superintendent was just as terrifying as the current one.

Fighting against someone like that has too little room for error and too much pressure.

Compared to that, the half-mad Joan of Arc was far too easy to deal with.

The white-robed Warlock leisurely sheathed his Moonshadow Sword, not even glancing at Zhao Shou's slightly changed expression, and said in his usual calm and collected tone:

"Oh, I almost forgot something. I still need to shield you from the secrets of heaven."

With Xu Qi'an's pale face, he slowly said:

"Back in Jianzhou, you got involved with that old ancestor of the Martial Alliance, didn't you? A half-step second-rank martial artist, yet his combat strength is stronger than Zhao Shou's."

"But a warrior is a warrior; he's not difficult to deal with. I just need to block you out, and he'll forget you exist."

Xu Qi'an's face was pale, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He opened his mouth silently, but could not utter a word.

The white-robed Warlock raised his hand and gently touched him.

the Unseen was as if something was being obscured.

The white-robed Warlock grabbed Xu Qi'an's shoulder and said, "Let's go!"

The two disappeared immediately.

He has also broken the rule against teleportation.

On the official road, Xu Pingzhi, who was galloping wildly on his horse, suddenly looked confused. He reined in his horse, looked around, and didn't know what he was going to do.

Why am I here? What am I supposed to do?

He muttered to himself.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, a voice called out from behind me, "Lord Xu, where are you going?"

Xu Pingzhi turned around and saw Zhang Shen from the Cloud Deer Academy riding the wind.

"I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

Xu Pingzhi answered blankly.

Zhang Shen said helplessly, "Why did you suddenly go crazy? Your wife and daughters are still waiting for you to come back to the academy."

Xu Pingzhi frowned, then suddenly realized, "That's right, because his nephew died in battle in Yunzhou, he has been depressed all day long, and his daughter Lingyue is even more heartbroken and spends her days in tears."

The young girl, Xu Lingyin, often woke up crying at night, calling for her older brother. Sometimes, when she thought of her older brother at a meal, she would turn her sadness into gluttony and eat five large bowls of food.

Therefore, he resigned from his position as centurion of the Imperial Saber Guard and planned to settle in Jianzhou with his wife and daughter.

Thinking of this, Xu Pingzhi looked depressed and sighed:

"I'm sorry, ever since Ningyan died in Yunzhou, I've been mentally unstable and doing inexplicable things."

Ningyan? Who is that?

Zhang Shen was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Who is Ningyan?"

Xu Pingzhi looked sorrowful. "He was my nephew, who died young in battle in Yunzhou."

Zhang Shen nodded.

Although Xu Xinnian was his student, he did not have much interaction with the Xu Household. This time, he was entrusted by his student Xu Cijiu to send the Xu Household to settle in Jianzhou.

Suburbs of Beijing.

Chu Yuanzhen sat cross-legged on the spine of the sword, tears streaming down his face, and said:

"The emperor was tyrannical, bringing disaster to the country and its people. Fortunately, a wise man emerged to eliminate evil and uphold justice; otherwise, the six-hundred-year-old foundation of our Great Feng Dynasty would have been destroyed by a foolish ruler."

Master Hengyuan clasped his hands together and said, "Excellent, excellent. It's a pity that such a master came and went without a trace, leaving no name behind, before leaving in a huff, concealing his merits and fame."

Standing on the flying sword, Li Miaozhen's spirited brows were furrowed. She felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of dread, as if she had lost something important.

Lina touched her belly and said, "It's all over now, I should go back to the Cloud Deer Academy. The Xu Household is waiting for me."

At this point, she suddenly frowned, momentarily unable to recall why she had stayed at the Xu Household.

A few seconds later, she suddenly realized, that's right, after she came to the capital, she met Xu Lingyin, the young lady of the Xu Household, and discovered this peerless little genius from the vast sea of people, so she took her as her disciple and taught her cultivation.

The Imperial Palace, Shaoyin Palace.

Lin'an frantically searched for something in the study, his movements rough, books scattered haphazardly, and vases shattering on the floor with a "crash."

"Your Highness, Your Highness, what are you looking for?"

The personal maid was in a great hurry.

Lin'an stopped, standing there blankly, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, and choked out:

"I... I forgot something important."

The two palace maids looked at each other, completely unable to understand what the second princess was saying.

At one point, Lin'an saw a chessboard and scattered chess pieces among the scattered books.

She still couldn't recall what she had forgotten, but instinctively felt that this game of chess was very important. She squatted down, hugged the chessboard tightly, and tears streamed down her face.

On the chessboard, black ink marks read:

The Chu River and Han Border!

Another part of the palace.

The fourth prince said in a deep voice, "Huaiqing, Father has passed away. The Crown Prince has finally made it through, but... but I am not reconciled."

After Wei Yuan's death, he lost his greatest support and had no chance of defeating the rightful crown prince.

The mysterious master's killing of the emperor will inevitably cause turmoil in the court. At this critical juncture, the officials will certainly support the crown prince's ascension to the throne immediately in order to stabilize the situation.

The fourth prince felt that his future was bleak.

At this moment, he noticed that his usually resourceful younger sister, Huaiqing, looked dazed and sad.

"Huaiqing, I know your father's death has saddened you greatly, but... but your father's tyranny provoked that peerless master to take action in anger."

The fourth prince said in a deep voice, "Now is not the time to grieve. As long as the crown prince does not ascend the throne, we still have a chance. You must help your brother."

Huaiqing gently cupped her heart in her hands.

It hurts so much, my heart aches so much, it feels like a piece of it is missing.

A small courtyard somewhere.

Mu Nanzhi sat on the rooftop, resting her chin on her hand, contemplating life.

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and Aunt Zhang rushed in, shouting:

"Madam Mu, what are you doing sitting on the roof?"

Mu Nanzhi didn't answer, but looked down at her and said softly, "Aunt Zhang, what's wrong?"

As soon as she spoke, she realized her voice was off; it sounded very nasal.

Aunt Zhang said anxiously, "The neighbors are all saying that the capital is doomed. The emperor has been killed, and they're planning to flee the capital. Are you coming or not? Take your husband with you."

Aunt Zhang suddenly stopped talking and looked at her strangely. "Madam Mu, why are you crying?"

Mu Nanzhi was stunned, touched her face, and found her hands were covered in tears.

"My husband is dead," she said sadly.

"Huh? When did this happen?"

Aunt Zhang was taken aback.

She cried, "I don't know, I... I forgot."

Somewhere in the outskirts of Beijing.

Luo Yuheng held a sword in one hand and rubbed her forehead with the other, her face showing slight pain.

"Xu, Xu Qi'an, Xu Qi'an"

She struggled desperately against something, but still couldn't stop the forgetting of certain information.