Chapter 143 Chapter 143 "Your Highness, your eyes——"...

"What do you want to say?"

Jiu Zhao's expression, which had been maintaining calm, suddenly became cold.

At some point, she also began to possess the dignity of a monarch.

As soon as he showed signs of anger, the immortal officials and maids serving in the hall immediately knelt on the ground in fear.

But Xingyao is different.

She was honest by nature and had the protection of the God Emperor, so she ignored etiquette and lived a free and undisciplined life for many years.

At this moment, the cold eyes of Jiu Zhao across from him, which seemed to be about to bring about a storm, still faced the challenge and said, "I want to say that I have carefully considered this these days. Containing the spread of the poison in the Emperor's body consumes a lot of divine power every day. The number of the Supreme Gods in the Three Pure Heavens is limited. If we take every one of them into account, at most we can only ensure the safety of the Emperor for a month without compromising their combat effectiveness."

"If the one-month deadline passes and the Divine Doctor Bureau remains helpless, we will have no choice but to reluctantly give up the throne in order to ensure the stable operation of Sanqingtian."

The words hit the ground like a needle.

The whole crowd was silent.

Jiu Zhao suddenly stood up, his face furious, and said, "How dare you! How dare you offend your superiors!"

"Even if Your Highness drags me out immediately and punishes me with thunder, I must still speak."

Jiu Zhao's questioning followed closely: "If we abandon the Father God, the Three Pure Heavens will fall into a situation of being leaderless. Who will take charge of the situation? You?!"

Xingyao bent her knees and knelt before the God Emperor's bed.

He folded his hands and raised them above his head, as if giving advice.

Only his back remained straight, like a bamboo that, despite the hurricane's force, refused to bend. "From the moment you were crowned Crown Prince, you should have anticipated this possibility. A nation can constantly change its monarchs, but it cannot allow its subjects to wither."

"Developing an antidote to this poison and saving the monarch from danger is the duty of your Divine Doctors' Department!"

Jiu Zhao pointed at her nose and shouted, "Now you are not ashamed of your own incompetence, and you dare to shirk your responsibility in front of me!"

Xingyao lowered her eyelashes and said, "It is my fault. Your Highness blames me, but I have nothing to say.

"After one month, if I am still helpless, Your Highness may kill me or chop me up, and I will submit to fate."

"Then why don't you go down quickly and speed up your research instead of saying such hurtful words to me?"

There is still time after all, and she doesn't have to make a decision immediately.

Jiu Zhao slowed down his rapid breathing and suppressed the anger and powerlessness surging in his heart.

Thanks to the friendship they had in the past as part of the same camp, she took the initiative to give Xingyao a way out.

However, the other party ignored the deputy doctor who kept winking at her, raised his face again, and said calmly:

"That's because, after observing from the sidelines for many days, I've noticed that Your Highness still considers me the heir, not the emperor. You always feel that no matter what happens, even if the sky falls, as long as the emperor wakes up, he will support you. I reveal this only to remind Your Highness that the responsibility on your shoulders is extremely heavy.

“Also, I heard that the defeat in the Taolin Battle that day was also due to Your Highness’s softness towards Lan Qi, who was disguised as Wu Shao.

"That's why the formation failed to restrain it, ultimately leading to the current situation where Sanqingtian is torn apart."

"Medical, medical, medical, medical, Xianling, please stop talking—"

From Xingyao's increasingly passionate words, the deputy medical officer caught a glimpse of the scene in which the entire Divine Doctor's Office was in a state of chaos.

Even though he knew there was no room for him to interrupt, he had to risk his life and speak out to ease the atmosphere.

"Let her speak!"

A voice as thin as a mosquito's sound rose and fell for a moment, only to be refuted by Jiu Zhao, whose anger was growing.

"A qualified monarch has no ego in his heart, and even the slightest personal emotion is unacceptable.

"The mistake has been made. I hope Your Highness will remember the lesson and only consider the people of Sanqingtian first."

Xingyao's voice was like a lingering dark cloud, enveloping Jiuzhao.

Thousands of words and sentences converge into one sentence.

Today's situation is all caused by her.

The betrayal of the two God Kings was caused by her.

It was she who caused Yingluo's death by blocking the sword with his own body.

The Father God was poisoned and fell into a coma, and the internal and external troubles in the Three Pure Ones were also caused by her.

…

But why?

If Father God and Mother God had not been together for love at all costs.

Will Wu Shao lead the Phoenix Clan to fall from heaven in anger?

If they had not cultivated Lan Qi as a vessel in order to recover the Phoenix's true blood.

She has deceived him for a thousand years under the pretext of her parents and relatives. Will he break off the engagement and go against his promise, secretly colluding with the two God Kings?

Going further back——

If the Three Pure Heavens were not so superficially ostentatious and rotten within—

Would Wu Zhu, who should have become a famous general and devoted himself to the immortals, continue to fight with his life?

Dark thoughts only need to tear open a corner.

It rushed out like a flood from a dam, and nothing could stop it.

In my ear, Xingyao was still talking to herself.

Shut up.

Shut up.

Shut up!

Countless frantic screams came from the bottom of my heart.

Jiu Zhao couldn't tell whether he wanted to get his negative thoughts under control or whether he wanted Xing Yao to stop his sanctimonious preaching.

When she regained consciousness, a divine whip had already formed in her palm.

He whipped the kneeling Xingyao away with a whip.

Bang!

The fairy's petite figure collided with the heavy palace door, and she fell down, covering her chest and vomiting blood.

The commanders and immortal soldiers stationed outside were also affected by this sudden movement.

He pushed open the palace door desperately and rushed in with weapons: "Your Highness, but the situation of the throne is different——"

Before he finished speaking, the leader's eyes changed.

As if he had seen some terrifying monster, he gripped the scabbard tightly and took a big step back.

"Your Highness, your eyes, your eyes——"

There was no bronze mirror at hand, and Jiu Zhao was confused by the commander's tone, which was a mixture of fear and surprise.

However, it didn't take long before his fear gradually spread to all the soldiers guarding behind him.

Jiu Zhao's heart sank.

"Ahem."

At this time, Xingyao, who was curled up on the ground, stood up with one hand.

She showed an icy calmness towards Jiu Zhao's strange behavior.

He turned around, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and as a senior official of the Three Pure Ones, he ordered, "The Emperor is not under threat. You should all put away your weapons and retreat. The noise just now was simply due to Your Highness and I discussing the Emperor's condition. He was worried and excited."

"……yes."

Realizing his own gaffe, the commander quickly lowered his head.

No longer looking directly at the future God-Emperor beside the bed with rudeness.

He raised his left hand and gestured to the immortal soldiers, indicating that they should withdraw.

Xing Yao called him back again, "Wait a minute. What happened in the Emperor's chambers today involves too much information. Although I believe in your loyalty to the Emperor, this matter is of great importance. To prevent it from being leaked, you must swear an oath of silence before His Highness and me."

The oaths of gods are not the same as those of humans.

If you make a promise but fail to fulfill it, you will suffer the consequences of your actions in the future.

The most important thing is the poisonous oath. Once you go back on your word, the promised retribution will be immediately inflicted on you.

Jiu Zhao vaguely guessed the truth from the reaction of the person who just entered.

Now that he saw Xingyao had put aside the past and was thoughtful about him, his emotions became even more complicated.

…

He personally supervised the commanders of the immortal soldiers present, as well as the medical officers and maids, to swear an oath one by one.

Xing Yao turned and said to Jiu Zhao, who had regained his composure and was sitting on the edge of the God Emperor's bed, his eyes lowered, lost in thought, "I personally witnessed the mark of the oath appear on each of their wrists. Your Highness can rest assured. You are also tired, so why not go back and rest early today?"

Jiu Zhao nodded slightly.

In order to conceal her tracks and also to verify her guess, she specially opened a teleportation array that led directly to Lihentian's bedroom.

There was a flash of brilliant light, and only Jiang Yu and Huang Bi, who were standing near the palace, knew of her return.

"Your Highness! Your Highness has been discussing matters for half a day, but are you tired?"

"I will have someone serve you refreshments right away."

Knowing that Jiu Zhao was in a bad mood, the two maids did not rush in.

They knocked on the door twice quietly, their concern obvious.

After Jiu Zhao came back, she sat in front of the dressing table.

Facing the mirror, she didn't look up immediately.

After a moment of silence, he said to the outside: "No need, I need to take a nap, please don't disturb me."

"Yes, Your Highness."

When everything was quiet, Jiu Zhao's long eyelashes trembled.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, starting with the outline of her jaw.

Slowly moving upwards, the lips appear slightly pale, no longer as charming as they used to be under the rose lip balm.

Passing over the tall and small nose tip and the lower eyelids covered with light blue and showing fatigue, Jiu Zhao finally saw the eyes that made the immortal soldiers feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Those are undoubtedly a pair of beautiful eyes.

The ratio of black to white eyes is just right.

The line ends at the end and is slightly upward.

When looking down from a high vantage point, he appears very imposing, and when he looks around, he reveals a lot of tenderness.

Jiu Zhao had seen this face too many times.

So much so that she can immediately notice if a fine line appears somewhere one day.

Therefore, he held his breath at the red color scattered in his pupils.

Red eyes.

It is a sign of possession.

The hair and eye colors of demons usually come in various forms.

Only when the fighting spirit is high and the mood is intense, will it appear bright red like blood.

No wonder.

No wonder——

They'd be scared to death of that.

Jiu Zhao sat cross-legged on a nearby wooden chair and entered into a state of meditation, delving deep into his sea of ​​consciousness to explore the state of his inner demons.

Sure enough, that small, shadowy black spot,

It also flows through the heart and veins, eager to try and show its presence.

Jiu Zhao has been busy lately and hasn't meditated to suppress his inner demons for a long time.

It grew a little bigger than she expected, but upon closer inspection, it possessed power several times greater than what was reasonable.

Jiu Zhao was suddenly surprised.

She didn't dare to be careless anymore, and she circulated her immortal power to penetrate every vein in her limbs and bones.

After a long time, he finally found something wrong in his dantian.

As her cultivation continued to improve, the shackles that sealed the divine power around her dantian had loosened a lot.

Otherwise, Jiu Zhao’s attack on the restriction of Taolin that day would not have been so smooth.

Strands of divine power stretched and swirled around the round-core dantian, and the blue-green light was brighter than the vast blue sea.

The purer the power, the more dreamy and beautiful the colors will be, just like the most perfect work carved by a craftsman.

However, once there is a tiny flaw in a perfect jade, it will appear extremely glaring.

Jiu Zhao caught a glimpse of a faint black aura in the divine power.

She had lived with the owner of the black energy for nearly a hundred years, and she recognized him at first sight.

The witch was expelled.

Based on the current situation, Jiu Zhao could only speculate one possibility.

That was on that day, inside the Phoenix Tree, when he had made a desperate move, causing Wu Zhu to be so emotionally moved that he risked his life, and used his last bit of strength to attack his Dantian.

As he broke free from the shackles and half of his divine power erupted, his demonic energy also mixed in.

Jiu Zhao has not yet comprehended the true meaning of becoming a god, and there are still many things he does not understand in the realm of divine arts.

She thought about it over and over again, but she couldn't figure out what secret method Wu Zhu used to pollute the divine power that should have been pure.

…

The mirror surface is clear and every detail is visible.

Jiu Zhao focused his gaze, slowly extended his fingertips, and stroked the eyes that were still red.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although some people died, it seemed as if they had never left her side for a moment.