According to the legend, there is a life-and-death formation buried in the Northern Palace. The formation is activated by the royal bloodline and can decide life and death. Since the unification of the Northern Continent and the construction of the Imperial Palace, this formation has never been used, and its power cannot be precisely estimated, and has gradually been forgotten by the world.

And tonight, thousands of brilliant golden rays of light intertwined, passing through the snow and wind, forming an overwhelming net that strangled the rebels who broke into the palace.

The light, as thin as a hair, carried an ancient and solemn aura. Wherever it passed, the hard armor was cut into irregular pieces, along with the flesh and bones wrapped inside.

Without even the time to wail, the living person turned into a pile of broken pieces of meat in the blink of an eye. The scene was bloody and cruel, and it was terrifying to look at.

The palace was covered in blood and flesh. Screams and chaos began, and the people who had previously rushed into the palace fled out of the palace desperately.

Duan Chongxuan stood on the terrace, taking in all the tragic scenes, his face slightly pale.

The virtuous king's carriage fell apart. He flew up and stood on the broken shaft without any injury. He said proudly, "I am also of royal blood."

A mysterious aura emanated from him, which was of the same origin as the formation, blending into one. The golden light retreated, the wind and snow were shaken away by the energy, and he flew towards the terrace with his sword in hand.

The situation outside the palace has been decided. As long as he kills Duan Sheng'an in the palace, he will become the master of the palace and the Majesty of Beilu.

In the past, killing a sub-saint was something he dared not think about. But tonight was different. He knew the shocking loss of opening the life-killing formation. Duan Sheng'an was now at his weakest moment in a hundred years, and he was at his peak. There was no better time.

The sword intent of the perfect Mahayana realm is extremely domineering and unstoppable.

However, a long spear pierced through the night, stabbing out diagonally and blocking the sword in mid-air. Sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the night sky for a moment.

After the blow, the wise king fell back to where he was, his pupils shrinking slightly.

The general in full armor who was guarding the front of the Taihe Palace came here at some point. Holding the beacon spear, he stood under the terrace like a rock.

When in Yecheng, Wang Xi said that His Majesty was seriously ill and asked the Crown Prince to return to the palace. The first and only question Duan Chongxuan asked was "Where is the white gun feather?"

Because when it comes to who he trusts in the palace, Duan Chongxuan only trusts Bai Chongling.

Duan Sheng'an saw the 'beacon fire' in Bai Chongling's hand, and did not blame his son for acting on his own. Instead, he said, "You can lend him something, and you can trust him, just for the next ten years."

In other words, the general situation will be different ten years later and people's hearts will be fickle, so we need to make different considerations.

Duan Chongxuan replied, "I have known Chong Ling for twenty years."

"I have known your uncle for two hundred years."

Duan Chongxuan had only one uncle, the virtuous king.

So he stopped talking and looked at the palace and the city in silence.

Seeing that the situation outside the palace was under control of the wise king, it began to undergo earth-shaking changes.

Who could have imagined that the entire imperial capital was a huge formation?

There was fire mixed in with the golden light, and hot blood mixed in with the cold wind and snow. This rebellion finally turned into a one-sided massacre.

The rebels fled towards the city wall like a tide, but the city gates had long been closed, so who could get out? What awaited them were only arrows shot from the arrow towers on the city wall, like a dark cloud covering the sky.

Duan Chongxuan suddenly remembered that when his second senior sister sent him back to Beilu, he had to deal with more than ten assassinations along the way, went through many dangerous situations, and finally arrived outside the gate of the imperial capital.

He bowed deeply to his senior sister and said, "Let's stop here. I have to walk the rest of the way by myself."

This was his own choice. Cangya shouldn't be involved.

No one can protect him for his entire life, not his senior brothers and sisters, and not his father.

Many years later, this bloody night was recorded in the history books of the Northern Continent as the "Winter Incident". The rebels entered the imperial capital and were completely annihilated.

And now, the royal father and son stood on the terrace, looking at the snow curtain and the gradually fading golden light, and finished the last conversation, "I prefer to go to the battlefield rather than using formations to kill my brothers."

The wise king died under the terrace, his eyes open, staring in the direction of the throne, his bright red blood soaking the snow beneath him.

"It's a pity that I can't go. You have to go with my 'Golden Horse' and 'War Fire and Wolf Smoke'!"

'Beacon Fire' is a magical weapon, and 'Golden Swords and Iron Horses' are the most elite troops in the North.

He left the secure throne to his son, and also left the chaotic world behind.

The old emperor asked, "Can it be done?"

Duan Chongxuan replied, "I have never been afraid."

In every street and alley of the imperial capital, soldiers wearing golden armor and carrying the imperial emblem emerged from nowhere and dripped dark green liquid on the corpses scattered all over the field. The corpses then melted like ice and snow, without even a trace of blood left.

Some people even loaded the bodies onto wooden carts that came in one after another and transported them out of the city along a predetermined route. A huge corpse pit had already been dug in the suburbs.

The lights were turned on in the palace, and more than a thousand palace servants began to sweep the place swiftly. The north wind blew away the thick smell of blood, leaving only the fragrance of winter plums in the imperial garden.

The wind stopped and the snow stopped, the sky in the east was pale, the sky and the earth were clean after the snow, and the streets were bright and dazzling.

If it weren't for the dark red bloodstains in the cracks between the bricks of the city wall, it would be almost impossible to tell that there was a river of blood at night.

Duan Chongxuan ascended the throne and became emperor today.

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The dean stood up and went back to his room. Sometimes he even needed the support of the deputy dean when he walked around.

He saw the light in the northern sky, gleaming like broken gold in the night, it was the light of the formation. Even if he never felt that he had any friends, he would still feel lonely.

Wei Jingfeng, Qu Jiang, Zhou Yuandao, Duan Shengan, they lived with him in this world. In the long life and the ever-changing situation, they had cooperated in transactions and inevitably calculated against each other.

But now he is alone.

The school was quiet and peaceful at night, but the lights on the tall buildings not far away were particularly eye-catching.

He looked sideways and asked, "Have all the students gone home? Let's close the school in three days."

The deputy dean answered seriously, "Some of them went back last month, but there were also some who were reluctant to leave. They stayed to attend classes and study in the Night Study Building at night."

"Attend class?"

"Yes, the teachers will not leave. The lesson has not been finished yet, and the class cannot be suspended as long as there is a student listening."

The deputy dean added, "I won't leave either."

The gentleman sighed, "Things are different now. I can't protect you."

It is very sad to hear a sub-sage say such words.

But this is the fact. In the past, the academy was outside the Three Sects of the Mountain, absolutely neutral, and not disturbed by disputes. Now it is very different. The position of the dean is the position of the academy.

The academy is not full of practitioners, but mostly scholars.

A scholar is good for nothing.

The deputy dean finally said, "We can also do something for the school here."

A scholar is one who remains unyielding in character.

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When Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan crossed the mountains and ridges to return to Cangya, the first light snow fell in the West Land. The slightly cold air was filled with the fresh scent of the first snow.

There are martial law checkpoints set up one after another a hundred miles away from the foot of Cangya Mountain. Along the way, disciples who were met coming and going to take turns on duty all had solemn expressions and showed their domineering power. There was no trace of the ease and relaxation of gathering and chatting in front of the Law Enforcement Hall in the past.

Someone recognized them and came forward to greet them, feeling relieved as if they had taken a tranquilizer, especially after seeing Luo Mingchuan.

The patrol arrangements of Cangya Mountain were all arranged by Luo Mingchuan. When he went up the mountain, he asked questions along the way. Yin Biyue listened and felt that the situation had become increasingly serious. Every day, there were traces of demon cultivators outside the mountain. There were very few of them, but they were very skilled. They seemed to be spying on the situation. A few of them were locked up in the dungeon for interrogation.

In the Qinghe Hall of the main peak, the headmaster and the masters of each peak were discussing the deployment of an alliance with Qinglu and Lianjian Sect.

Liu Qishuang and Yan Xing both went down the mountain, and Jun Yu was the only one left at Xihua Peak. But he was enough to be the head of the family.

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue were directly invited into the hall. In terms of cultivation and combat power, the two have now surpassed several peak masters. It is hard not to sigh that fortune is unpredictable and incredible.

After finishing the business, everyone dispersed. Only the head of the sect, Jun Yu, and the two of them were left in the hall.

Currently, there are only these four people who know about Luo Mingchuan’s situation in Cangya.

Zheng Yangzi asked, "How is it?"

Luo Mingchuan replied, "It's stable now."

Zheng Yangzi breathed a sigh of relief. He knew how reliable his own disciple was. If he said it was okay, it must be okay.

"But I have one more thing..."

Luo Mingchuan was interrupted by Yin Biyue before he finished speaking, "We still have something to say. Senior Brother Luo and I are in love and have already decided to spend our lives together. I know this is inappropriate..."

He actually knelt down and looked at Jun Yu.

"But now that Master is away, I'll leave it to Senior Brother to make the decision."

Luo Mingchuan knelt down immediately. He didn't expect his junior brother to speak so quickly. He couldn't help but feel excited. "My junior brother and I have admired each other for a long time. Please help us, Master."

Zheng Yangzi showed a look that said "I expected it". Jun Yu raised his eyebrows slightly but did not say anything against it.

Zheng Yangzi pondered and said, "It is a happy event, but it is not convenient to invite guests or hold a ceremony at this time."

Luo Mingchuan is the next headmaster, and Yin Biyue is the disciple of the Sword Saint. Regardless of their status or cultivation, the two must make a big move according to the rules.

"I don't mind empty formalities, but it's a pity that I've wronged my junior brother."

"It's a pity that I have wronged you. I will make it up to you when things are settled."

They both said this at the same time, looked at each other and laughed softly.

Zheng Yangzi couldn't bear to watch and turned his head away, thinking that you two should get together now, don't waste a moment.

He coughed lightly, "Then there's no need for the ceremony. The third day of next month is an auspicious day. We can go to the ancestral hall to burn incense and worship our ancestors, and sign the registration book. Then the matter will be settled."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Jun Yu and asked for his opinion.

Jun Yu nodded.

Yin Biyue was originally worried. Although there were already male and female practitioners in this world, the union of yin and yang was the right path after all. It was he who led his senior brother astray, and he never thought that this would be so easy to accomplish.

It is truly touching how enlightened the parents are.

Then Jun Yu's cold voice sounded, "Come with me."

Yin Biyue hurriedly followed, and looked back at his senior brother, and saw Luo Mingchuan showing a gentle smile.

Feel at ease immediately.