Jiang Jingzong was dumbfounded. What was wrong with this Aotian Emperor? Did he not follow any rules at all? Did he not care about appearances?
With so many subordinates, he could just kill his own mother's clan without hesitation. Wasn't he afraid the people would say he was inhuman?
"You are the most outstanding among the Elven race..."
As the palanquin disappeared through the palace gates, Jiang Jingzong took out a bamboo flute from his pocket and began to play it rhythmically.
This bamboo flute is inaudible to normal people; it is specifically designed to target human gu poison like Yin Jin'an.
Suddenly, a series of "crackling" sounds were heard, and the hundreds of people who had been keeping their heads down and remaining silent suddenly swelled up, their faces covered with ancient totems.
The imperial guards stared at them in horror, and Xiahou Yan shouted, "Quickly, enter the palace!"
He also played the bamboo flute.
The entire Tiger and Leopard Cavalry entered puppet mode.
Yin Jin'an immediately shouted, "Xiahou Yan, stop!"
Xiahou Yan, puzzled, said anxiously, "Their destructive power is extremely..."
He had no idea that the High Priest had actually trained hundreds of "Xiao Jin'an"—what a destructive force that was! The entire capital city wouldn't be enough for them to tear apart in an hour.
Yin Jin'an sat in the sedan chair, looking down at Jiang Jingzong, and suddenly smiled in the bright moonlight.
Unparalleled beauty!
Jiang Jingzong looked at Yin Jin'an with a sinister gaze. It seemed that this grandson had found the secret to breaking the curse of the full moon night.
He wanted to subdue his grandson in one fell swoop, not only forcing him to hand over the secret technique, but also forcing him to submit to him.
The ruler of the world can only be him.
Unaffected by his bamboo flute, Yin Jin'an watched the enormous creatures controlled by Jiang Jingzong, who were restless and eager to kill everyone. Suddenly, Yin Jin'an felt utterly disgusted by it all.
"I am the supreme ruler, and from the very beginning of my campaigns to the conquest of Liao and the retreat of the Uyghurs, I have always relied on technology and loyal ministers. I am a true man, upright and indomitable, and I would rather die than be threatened by anyone."
He said to Xiahou Yan, "Let these ambitious fools see our power. Use all the clay pot mines and iron mines. Blow up the Spirit Clan and all the monsters they brought!"
Intrigues and schemes, insects and such, are all trash in the face of absolute power.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid the palace will be affected."
"It's okay, we can rebuild if it collapses."
After he finished speaking, he first pulled over an iron grenade and threw it at Jiang Jingzong.
"Boom!"
With a single bang, the bamboo flute music ceased, and Jiang Jingzong was no more.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
That night, the entire population of Xingqing Prefecture was awakened; the earth trembled and firelight flickered.
"Your Majesty, he is your maternal grandfather, and we are your maternal uncles..."
"Boom!"
Eldar, die!
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On the 16th day of the fifth month of the seventh year of the Qi dynasty, the twenty-second year of the Yulong era.
Fanghu Mountain.
“Jiutian, your tribulation is over, you can go back now.” Yu Chanzi, dressed in white, sat on a futon and smiled kindly. “Go, do more good deeds, and the entire Tiansheng Continent will prosper for at least another hundred years.”
Jiutian looked at the thatched hut where he had lived for more than ten years, and the "clucking" chicks running around at the door, feeling reluctant to leave.
Once he leaves, he may never come back.
Compared to other Taoist sects, the Xuantian Sect was truly shabby.
There was no proper main hall, not even a decent house.
Several thatched houses were built by themselves, and many vegetables and grains were planted behind the houses. In the past ten years or so, there has only been one girl on the mountain, and Yu Chanzi and Feng Wuwei have also specially cultivated some flowers and grasses.
Unlike other Taoist sects, the Xuantian Sect appears ethereal and otherworldly on the outside, but on the mountain, they eat earthly food like old farmers.
Having spent over a decade on the mountain, Jiutian had grown accustomed to a life of quiet cultivation. She also descended the mountain several times to heal the sick and help those with affinity to overcome difficulties, but her heart remained serene.
What I miss most is Yin Jin'an. I wonder how my second uncle is doing?
At 9:00 AM, Jiutian packed up her small bag, especially the little tiger mask, which she had been rubbing so much that it was almost covered in patina.
After Yu Chanzi finished speaking to her, he turned and disappeared.
Senior Brother Feng Wuwei said, "Master has gone into seclusion again. This time, it might last a long time. Let's go, I'll take you back."
Yu Chanzi, who was hiding not far away, said: "All gatherings and partings must come to an end. If I can keep you on the mountain for twelve years, Fanghu Mountain can be a permanent celestial holy land."
For you, the Taoist sect lived in a dilapidated thatched hut for twelve years and farmed the land for twelve years.
It's a pity that my heart is filled with anxiety, while you remain detached from worldly affairs.
Yu Chanzi: I think I've had another epiphany.
Jade Dragon Kingdom, Daming Prefecture.
Early in the morning, Zhou Shaoyu and Xie Zhaozhao left the entire court to Crown Prince Zhou Qiheng. The two of them went to the "*** Hall," a special area set up in the palace, and checked the facilities inside over and over again.
Zhou Shaoyu looked at the vases on the table and said, "These two vases aren't the latest models, we should replace them quickly."
Upon seeing this, Xie Zhaozhao immediately said, "Yes, yes, right, quickly change it and put the newly fired porcelain vase of the Prince Xian on the table."
The entire Nine Heavens Princess Palace was outrageously luxurious.
In the past, Jiutian couldn't afford to eat well, so he didn't even dare to eat well. Now they want compensation, double compensation, and they want the best of everything.
The news that Jiutian was coming back was made public six months ago.
All the feudal lords who were away from home came.
The old virtuous prince Xie Anxia (Xie Zhaozhao's third uncle), along with the virtuous prince Xie Lang, the princess, the heir apparent, and the princess, entered the capital a month in advance.
Prince Su, Xie Anhuai (Xie Zhaozhao's second uncle), wrote a letter to Prince Qin, Xie Jue. Xie Jue also left the border affairs to his son and came with his mother (Xie Erfuren) and the Queen.
Prince Qi Xie Yu and Princess Qi Zhou Tangtang would make a trip to the palace every day, for fear of missing their first meeting with Jiu Tian.
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