Chapter 143 Backlash "It's not your turn yet."

Emperor of Yong Kingdom... Which Emperor of Yong Kingdom?

The kneeling eunuch felt a sudden lightness all over his body as he was lifted up.

"Who is the Emperor of Yong you're talking about?"

The man who questioned him had a piercing gaze, as if he wanted to burn a hole through him. The ferocity in his tone made him tremble uncontrollably, feeling as if he would die at this man's hands at any moment. The person who had grabbed him was none other than the eldest princess, who had returned to the palace with the little princess not long ago and was supposed to be frail and sickly.

“There was only one… one Emperor of Yong, the one from before,” the eunuch answered tremblingly.

The newcomer gripped him even tighter, "Nonsense! Isn't the Emperor of Yong Kingdom dead?"

The eunuch looked up at the emperor and empress above him for help.

The emperor then snapped out of his shock and quickly stopped him, saying, "Hongyu, put the person down first, and then ask him whatever you want."

Jiang Yuhuo put the man down and turned to face the emperor. "I ask you, isn't Qin Yuqi already dead?"

The emperor was taken aback, not understanding how she knew the name of the Yong Kingdom emperor and even called him by his name. What puzzled him even more was why she insisted that the Yong Kingdom emperor was dead. Although this was what the people of the Great Zhou wished for, it was obviously nonsense.

"No, the Emperor of Yong is still young, and we have never heard of his death."

He spoke with certainty.

"impossible."

Jiang Yuhu shook his head, refusing to believe it. His whole body was tense like a beast as he resolutely turned and walked outside.

She had clearly killed Qin Yuqi that night, and even slit his neck in fear that he wasn't quite dead. With so much blood on her, how could Qin Yuqi not be dead?

She didn't believe it; she had to see for herself.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Yuhuo had already taken to the air, forgetting even to summon the birds, and simply rode the wind away.

Inside the palace walls, a figure hurriedly chased after them.

"Jiang Xianjun, are you going back to Kunlun? I... I'll go with you."

Jiang Yuhuo heard Ji Qiu'an's voice behind her. Tormented, she had no time to pay attention to him and only said, "Don't follow me." Then she headed towards Jiuyou Mountain, the border between Yong and Zhou.

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At the foot of Mount Jiuyao, the encampment of the Da Yong Xuanjia Cavalry.

It was early morning, and everyone in the camp was busy. His Majesty ordered the camp to be broken up and the army to continue its journey northwest.

On a hillside not far from the camp, someone was holding a sniper rifle and peering into the distance.

Standing here, he can already see another country behind the mountains, a land he should have conquered long ago.

Having lingered on for a century, the Great Yong Dynasty had tolerated it long enough.

"Send the order to General Cheng to strengthen the surrounding patrols. The mountains and forests are easy for scouts to hide in, so the marching route must be cleared." The fully armed emperor handed the sniper's sniper rifle to his subordinate. He had handsome features, a resolute look in his eyes, and thin lips. "This time, we must catch the Zhou army off guard."

The subordinate took the sniper's bag, but his steps toward the camp at the foot of the mountain suddenly stopped.

A hint of impatience flashed in Qin Yuqi's eyes. "What are you waiting for?"

"Your Majesty, it's that person." The subordinate's gaze fell in astonishment on the woman behind the emperor. She was clearly the same person in the portrait of His Majesty.

The words were mumbled, but Qin Yuqi understood them instantly and turned around abruptly.

Jiang Yuhuo stood not far behind him, her gaze deep and her clear eyes filled with shock and anger.

Looking at that unfamiliar yet familiar face, Qin Yuqi smiled, "You've come to find me."

She was clearly furious, her eyes practically spitting fire, yet her voice was surprisingly calm: "How could you not be dead?"

Upon hearing this, his subordinates drew their swords in response.

Those who have been through many battles can sense the intense killing intent in the eyes of this suddenly appearing woman.

The emperor smiled, his gaze full of affection, "I've already let you kill me once, can't you forgive me yet? Little Jiang."

As Qin Yuqi spoke, he walked closer to her.

"His Majesty!"

His subordinates made a gesture to stand in front of him. There weren't many subordinates present, but they were all his trusted confidants.

"Get out of the way."

Qin Yuqi frowned unconsciously. No one could prevent them from seeing each other, not even for the sake of protecting him.

Something streaked across the sky, and another figure fell down.

He was a fair-skinned and handsome young man.

As soon as the boy landed, he was met with several flashes of light. He cautiously looked at the slender figure behind him. "Immortal Lord, have we gone to the wrong place? This doesn't seem to be Kunlun."

The figure didn't turn around, but coldly said, "Ji Qiu'an, this is none of your business, leave."

Ji Qiu'an had made up his mind to follow her. He had no intention of leaving after hearing this, but the man opposite her suddenly glanced at him, his eyes full of intimidation and warning.

Now he was even more worried.

How dare these mortals be so domineering in front of cultivators?

The man slowly walked towards Jiang Yuhuo, forcing her to draw her sword.

Jiang Yuhuo's voice was furious, "Qin Yuqi, answer me! Why aren't you dead?"

He laughed, his gaze tender and greedy as he looked at her. "I told you long ago that I'm different now, but you simply didn't listen to me that day." He shook his head at her. "I've never lied to you, but unfortunately, you can never see my true feelings."

Qin Yuqi ignored her sword and walked straight ahead, saying, "Xiao Jiang, I've been waiting for you to come back to me."

"So, you are a cultivator now?" She pushed her sword forward a few inches, and a few more inches, and it was about to pierce Qin Yuqi's heart.

The sword exuded a chilling frost, and even through the armor, the blade faintly stung the skin.

"He only used some pills; he can't be considered a cultivator."

He removed his helmet, revealing his neck, which had been covered, with a thick, red scar. He pressed his hand to his chest, then touched the scar. "Here, and here, every wound you inflicted was real. If I hadn't used elixirs and hadn't developed a constitution that was stronger than most..." His eyes were filled with hatred. "Xiao Jiang, you would have really killed me."

The scar ran almost across his entire neck, which shows how much the person who did it wanted him dead.

Jiang Yuhu gritted her teeth, barely managing to resist the urge to slash him with her sword.

"You still want to kill me?" Qin Yuqi shook his head. He knew some of the rules of cultivators. "You can't kill me. I am already an emperor, protected by the Heavenly Dao. It will only cause you to suffer a backlash."

He brushed aside her sword, seemingly wanting to take her hand. "Will you come back to the palace with me? If you hate me, just slash me twice. I'll be right beside you, I won't hide. If you can't do it yourself, then have someone you trust do it."

"If you stay by my side, you can always vent your hatred on me whenever you want."

A flash of light appeared between his fingers, clearly indicating that he had summoned some kind of magical artifact. Ji Qiu'an, who had been watching the two intently, realized his intention almost as soon as the artifact appeared.

Ji Qiu'an shouted, "Immortal Lord, be careful!"

At the same time, a sword aura was swung out, attempting to shatter the magical artifact.

But a sword intent was even faster, and the white rainbow instantly shredded the magic weapon.

"I want your life!"

The murderous intent that Jiang Yuhuo desperately suppressed burst forth like a river bursting its banks. With a slight movement of his fingers, another white rainbow shot straight toward the emperor's heart, swift as lightning and powerful as thunder.

The sword's edge barely touched the emperor's body before stopping, as if some enormous and invisible force was blocking it, preventing it from advancing even an inch further.

The next moment, the spirit sword fell to the ground.

The woman holding the sword seemed to have all her strength drained away in an instant, and she fell like a piece of paper.

The emperor fared no better. Even though the immortal's sword hadn't pierced his heart, the frosty sword intent was enough to severely injure him. He collapsed to the ground, his entire body slashed by the sword intent, blood gushing out. The meridians in his left hand, closest to his heart, were severed, leaving him unable to lift it.

In his final moments before losing consciousness, he mustered the strength to command the guards, "Grab her..."

Everything happened too fast. Ji Qiu'an was shocked and hadn't even caught Jiang Yuhuo when she saw a group of guards surrounding her.

"Don't touch her!"

The guards naturally didn't take his words seriously. He was fair-skinned and looked like a young scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken. When he rushed up, the guards just pointed their knives at him to keep him away.

A guard sneered, "Young man, you're so young, and you already have designs on women? Get lost, she's His Majesty's woman."

He then proceeded to take the woman from the ground away.

Before the guard could even touch her, a sword that seemed to appear out of nowhere suddenly pierced his body. He stared in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest, and then saw the sword move through the air, piercing through everyone surrounding the woman.

As he lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, the guard saw the boy's eyes, red with anger. "She's no one's woman; she's just herself."

They suddenly forgot that this seemingly immature boy was also a celestial being who had descended from the heavens.

Ji Qiu'an knelt beside Jiang Yuhuo, and just as he was about to pick her up, he felt a metallic taste in his throat. He only had time to turn his body to the side to prevent the blood he choked on from splashing onto Jiang Yuhuo.

He killed dozens of people in a row. Although it was not as defying the heavens as killing the emperor, it still affected the order of the human world. Naturally, the backlash from the heavens would not let him go.

Ji Qiu'an fell to the ground, feeling as if all the bones in his body were about to shatter, experiencing excruciating pain, and was unable to move.

But he was still conscious. He stared at the woman beside him, silently circulating his spiritual energy to repair his joints. Although he could not speak, he silently prayed in his heart, "It will be alright soon... You will be fine. I will take you back to Kunlun."

The once numerous and powerful group was reduced to only two guards. They had been standing by the emperor's side the whole time, and seeing so many people lying dead, they cautiously approached the man and woman on the ground, swords in hand. These were the people His Majesty had been thinking of before he lost consciousness; they wanted to take them back.

But they couldn't get through. It was as if an invisible wall appeared in the void, dividing this mountain into two spaces, separating the world of immortals and the world of mortals.

The two guards tried to push and hack at the wall, but it didn't budge.

A person completely shrouded in a cloak suddenly appeared on the opposite side, as if a human form had materialized from the void.

The man, clutching the hem of his clothes, walked through the corpses scattered on the ground, as if afraid of getting dirty. When he reached the woman, he picked her up from the ground without any hesitation.

The cloaked man held the woman in his arms, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, and sighed softly.

"Sigh, you're always working so hard, just so you can come see him for a moment, why are you in such a hurry?"

He carefully put away her sword, then lifted her up in his arms. "This can't go on. You have to live well. We're going to be together forever."

Ji Qiu'an saw the handsome face under the cloak. He never expected to see Li Mengbai here. His eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to stop Li Mengbai, but his whole body felt like it was broken. He could only reach out his hand with trembling hands and watch helplessly as Li Mengbai carried him away from him.

Li Mengbai didn't glance at Ji Qiu'an once; his gaze remained fixed intently on Jiang Yuhuo.

The Dharma seal unfolded on the ground, and he disappeared from the spot in an instant while holding Jiang Yuhuo.

Ji Qiu'an was so angry that he choked on another mouthful of blood. In his dazed state, he seemed to see a red sword tassel falling where Jiang Yuhuo had just collapsed.

He endured the excruciating pain as he reached for it, finally managing to pull it back into his arms. At least, he would keep this thing safe for her.

But a short while later, a dark shadow blocked out the sunlight and loomed over Ji Qiu'an's head.

The person in Li Mengbai's arms was gone, and he kicked Ji Qiu'an over with a smile.

The moment he saw the sword tassel in Ji Qiu'an's hand, his face suddenly darkened.

"It's not your turn yet."

With her fingers hooked around the sword tassel, she slowly pulled it back under Ji Qiu'an's resentful gaze.

A cruel smile crept across Li Mengbai's handsome face, his eyes filled with contempt. "Useless trash."