Chapter 47: Crisis in the Imperial Capital

Qi Yuan took note of the invitation.

However, three hundred years later, the Demon-Slaying Conference?

How could he afford to wait? In three hundred years, the Qing Dynasty would have perished, right?

He ignored it and logged off at the speed of light.

When the annoying wooden cat puppet meowed again, Qi Yuan did not throw the dried wooden fish into its mouth this time.

He stood up, patted the wooden cat puppet's head, and looked at the bright morning light outside: "A day's plan begins in the morning!"

He pulled himself together and looked into the storage bag.

When he saw the mountains of books and jade slips containing martial arts techniques, his face suddenly fell.

"I came to another world and still have to work 996!"

In the Black Mountain Sect, Qi Yuan took great pains to empty the library of books and the jade slips containing the martial arts techniques.

For Qi Yuan, the technique is the most important thing.

After all, most of the skills in this world are not suitable for me.

He needs to read other books, and then use the information he sees with his own eyes to accumulate knowledge, and finally perfect his own skills.

Last time, he used Junior Sister Jiang Lingsu's jade slips of martial arts techniques, which contained more than 600 techniques. Qi Yuan just took a quick look at it and it took him two days.

But now, there are more than 600 kinds of martial arts to read, and books are much more difficult to accept than the jade slips of martial arts.

In addition, last time he only saw the Qi Refining Stage's exercises, so he only needed to take a quick look at them. But now, in order to perfect the Foundation Establishment Stage's exercises, he had to look at them carefully.

There are so many books that I definitely cannot finish reading them in one month.

Qi Yuan buried his head in books, reading them seriously.

He watched it very seriously.

Because this is the basis for his creation of the foundation-building technique.

He studied the boring martial arts techniques more seriously than advanced mathematics.

Unfortunately, I read very slowly. It takes me a long time to read a book of exercises. It is not as good as quantum reading at all.

"It's better to build the foundation of the Heavenly Dao as soon as possible and release the spiritual consciousness. That way, reading will not be so tiring." Qi Yuan flipped through the books and felt that spiritual consciousness was really a good thing.

Unfortunately, one has to reach the foundation-building stage before one can project consciousness and perform quantum reading.

…

For several days, Qi Yuan read books during the day and played games online at night.

With the support of Xiaojia, Qi Yuan is now able to walk around in the forbidden area with ease.

Although he still couldn't kill the Ugly Monster King, as his strength increased, he would be able to injure the Ugly Monster King.

The terrifying Ugly King had no way of dealing with Qi Yuan.

They could only allow Qi Yuan to go on a killing spree in the forbidden area.

The powerful sword splits the skull!

"I have no head, how can you split my skull?"

Qi Yuan, as always, dubbed these erotic monsters for his own amusement and fun.

Otherwise, the boring time of killing monsters would be too tedious.

The experience bar skyrocketed.

He is at level 89, not far from level 90.

Qi Yuan glanced at the flying Ugly Clothes Monster King from a distance and said, "He's gone."

He was too lazy to fight the Ugly Monster King, so he decided to wait until he reached level 90, when he would be more confident.

Qi Yuan immediately retreated quickly.

I’ve killed almost enough today. I can’t stay online anymore. My brain can’t take it.

After untying the fusion with Xiaojia, Qi Yuan dug a hole as usual.

Suddenly, he saw a crooked tree on the grave, with several purple fruits on it.

It's like a combination of grapes and apples.

He picked some and took a bite. The sour taste like bayberry exploded on his taste buds. "It's pretty good. Do you want to try some?"

He handed it to Xiaojia.

Xiaojia did not respond.

Qi Yuan sighed: "Without a mouth, I can't eat, and I can't... I still have to get a divorce!"

Xiaojia felt aggrieved and slid out a sticky wooden sign.

Qi Yuan smiled, took Xiaojia into his arms, and got into the pit.

He changed into a comfortable posture, like a salted fish lying on the bed, holding the cold little bride in his arms, and then sent a message to Jinli.

However, he looked down at the cute and quiet Xiaojia.

He was stunned.

I have a wife, but I still chat with female netizens. Is this considered cheating?

It seems that after the divorce, the court will definitely order him to compensate her.

He had nothing but a great sword.

Without giving it much thought, Qi Yuan and Jin Li resumed their daily chat.

Jinli is like the night breeze by the river, cool and smooth, blowing on people's bodies like a trickle of rain.

"Is there any unusual movement in Sima Ting?"

"Be careful."

"I'm almost done with my clothing ban, maybe I can help you."

"Good night. I'm too sleepy to stay up late playing games. I have to get up and read tomorrow morning."

Looking at the messages, Jinli, who was dressed in silk gauze, also replied "Good night".

At this moment, a look of worry was always appearing on her face.

A few days ago, an emperor-level strongman in the Prime Minister's Mansion died inexplicably.

This is definitely a good thing for Jinli, but she just can't be happy.

Sima Ting and her maintained a delicate balance.

Now that an emperor-level strongman has died, Sima Ting may no longer care about his face and legitimacy and will force his way out of the palace.

Recently, the military movements of the Nanqian Kingdom have been extremely frequent.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Jinli could already feel the military's sharp edge and the murderous aura permeating Kyoto.

All she could rely on were thousands of imperial guards.

The imperial power was shelved twenty years ago.

How can she turn the situation around now?

Jinli was tired and sleepy, and she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

What she didn't know was that at this moment, a big event was being plotted in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The originally domineering and noble Prime Minister Sima Ting was like a pug, hunched over.

Next to him, there were two people, one fat and one thin.

The fat man was the monster that Sima Ting least wanted to see.

In his early years, he rose to prominence with the help of the power of this great demon.

This is his handle.

The thin man is an emperor-level strongman from the Tianyun Holy Sect.

He didn't expect that the two were actually connected.

And now, the two most powerful forces in the world have set their sights on the Nanqian Kingdom.

The pressure fell on him.

The thin emperor narrowed his eyes and said, "Sima Ting, they are just some mortal troops, why should you feel bad about it?

I will give you credit for your great achievement this time. After three years, when the Holy Lord Plan is completed, you can have any of these dozen countries you want."

The demon king laughed heartily: "Those who achieve great things do not dwell on small details."

Some time ago, their demon clan, in cooperation with the substitute of Saint Lord Tianyun, killed the real Saint Lord Tianyun.

As a price, Tianyun Holy Sect ceded Nanqian to the demon clan.

At this moment, the demon king came, bringing with him the handwritten order from the Supreme Emperor, and took the lead.

The first phase was simple, to deplete the military power of the Nanqian Kingdom and at the same time refine a supreme imperial weapon - the Bloodless Imperial Scepter.

The conditions required to refine this imperial scepter are extremely stringent.

That's why he contacted Tianyun Holy Gate to put pressure on Sima Ting.

Let Sima Ting mobilize troops and horses to enter Kyoto.

Set up a large formation, accumulate the murderous aura of the army, and then kill a city of people to make the blood energy rich to the extreme, then you can create the supreme imperial weapon, the Bloodless Imperial Scepter.

What all of these require is Sima Ting's foundation.

His army, and the entire capital of Nanqian.

Sima Ting wanted to object, but facing the two most powerful forces in this world, he had no choice but to bow his head.

Now his life is in the hands of others.

Hearing that the strong men from Tianyun Holy Sect offered some benefits, he had no choice but to accept them.

"Everything is in accordance with the orders of the Lords. All troops are slowly entering the city."

Before this, Sima Ting had deployed his troops outside the imperial capital.

Now, it’s just a matter of letting these troops enter the city, and the process will be very quick.

"Sima Ting, you are very good. You are ambitious and know when to advance and retreat. Tianyun Holy Sect will not treat you unfairly." The thin emperor patted Sima Ting on the shoulder, very satisfied. "This matter is settled. You have a place in the hall elder's sign. In Tianyun Holy Sect, your status is no lower than mine."

When Sima Ting heard this, he was delighted.

That was what he longed for.

With the title of hall elder, he is the chess player who looks down on more than a dozen countries.

But now, even if you have great power, you are just a chess piece without control.

"Thank you, sir!"

The demon king grinned and said, "I heard that the queen of your Nanqian country is a great beauty.

I have always liked collecting wine vessels. When the imperial capital is destroyed, leave the head of the empress to me. The head of a beautiful woman, or an empress, must be used to hold wine. It must be very mellow and perfect."

Sima Ting felt a chill when he heard this, but he still nodded and agreed: "Okay!"

(End of this chapter)