"Really!?"
Suddenly, a celestial melody echoed through the void.
Following closely behind were auspicious clouds that enveloped the entire Guhezong Mountain Gate.
Amidst the ethereal music, a procession of celestial officials, both female and celestial, strolled through the air, each carrying a different musical instrument.
A phoenix cried out in the heavens, its vast spiritual light shining everywhere. In mid-air, two seven-colored phoenixes pulled a flawless white jade imperial carriage, descending from the sky.
Inside the carriage, a woman wearing a black veil and a pale yellow dress was resting with her eyes closed, gently plucking the strings of a jade zither. Her appearance from afar was so striking that it would not inspire any evil thoughts in anyone who looked at her.
Empress Jiang Qingluan of Yaochi finally arrived outside the Ancient River Sect.
"Greetings, Empress."
The moment the Emperor's might was unleashed, tens of thousands of beings knelt down and bowed their heads, not even daring to raise their eyes.
Su Yunying was also enveloped by the emperor's aura and instinctively wanted to kneel down.
But just as his jade knees bent, Shen Zhao grabbed him tightly: "Others can kneel, but you are not allowed to kneel. If you kneel, you will never be able to reach the Emperor Realm for the rest of your life."
Su Yunying's forehead was covered in sweat, but upon hearing Shen Zhao's words, she forced herself to remain standing still.
Jiang Qingluan's phoenix carriage stopped in mid-air. The female official beside her glanced down and saw that two people had not yet knelt. She immediately scolded, "How dare you! The Holy Empress of Yaochi is here, and you do not kneel to greet her?"
The sound waves, mixed with sonic attacks, brushed against Su Yunying's cheeks, turning her pretty face deathly pale.
"Boss Shen, I can't take it anymore, I really can't hold on any longer."
"You have to persevere even if you can't. Remember, you are also destined to become an empress, and you absolutely cannot lose to her spirit! Think about the future. Do you want a bright future or to enjoy the 'blessing' of 996 every day? It's all up to you!"
The music was gentle and peaceful, seemingly serene, but it concealed endless killing intent.
Seeing that Shen Zhao and the other two still hadn't knelt down, the female official asked Jiang Qingluan, "Palace Master, there are still two ants below who have shown you great disrespect. Should we take action to deal with them?"
"No need!"
Jiang Qingluan gently stopped playing the zither.
"Ancient Tianhe".
"Greetings, Empress."
"Considering your father's past kindness to the Jade Pool Holy Land, I am making an exception today to intervene in mortal affairs. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Gu Tianhe immediately said, "Palace Master, Gu Hanshan, a traitor of the Guhe Sect, has gathered three thousand elite demons to attack my Guhe Sect. Please lend us your assistance."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qingluan lightly plucked the strings of her zither.
"Gu Hanshan, do you want to provoke a war between the human and demon races?"
Gu Hanshan, enduring the pressure from the emperor's aura, said, "Your Majesty, please understand that my purpose this time is merely to retrieve the remnant soul of the Demon Clan's Holy Maiden; I have no intention of becoming an enemy of the Guhe Sect."
"Stop talking nonsense! The three thousand elite demons behind you all have a minimum cultivation level of the peak of the Spirit Gathering Realm. They are clearly here to destroy my Ancient River Sect. How dare you try to argue in front of the Empress!?"
Gu Hanshan closed his eyes, knowing that saying anything would be useless.
Jiang Qingluan gently plucked the strings of her zither and slowly spoke: "Gu Tianhe, I must remind you that it would be easy for me to help you deal with the demon invasion, but if you dare to deceive me, you should know what the consequences will be."
Gu Tianhe hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, even if I had the greatest courage, I would not dare to deceive Your Majesty. Your Majesty, please see, this Shen Zhao is just relying on his brute strength to collude with the demon race and harm our sect's disciples!"
"Shen Zhao!?"
Upon hearing this name, Jiang Qingluan's fingers, which were plucking the strings of her zither, instantly stopped.
The next second, she opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed, and looked down.
The moment her gaze fell upon Shen Zhao, Jiang Qingluan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if she had found a long-lost acquaintance.
"No wonder. I was wondering who could stand firm under the Emperor's might. It's not surprising at all that it's him. But he shouldn't be here at this time. Is something wrong?"
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