Now, after countless days and nights of meticulous planning and countless brutal baptisms of open and covert struggles,
He was getting closer and closer to his ambitious goal; success seemed within reach.
He only needs to wait patiently for another year; in just one year, he will be able to ascend that supreme throne in a grand and legitimate manner.
He reigns supreme, receives the worship of all people, and fulfills his long-cherished dream.
However, on this seemingly smooth path to power, an insurmountable obstacle appeared, and that obstacle was none other than King Jinrui Zhao, Qin Qianluo.
He was shocked to discover that his Taoist skills, which he had cultivated diligently day and night for many years and which he had always been proud of, seemed to have lost their former divine power in front of Qin Qianluo.
Like a clay ox sinking into the sea, it vanished silently without a trace, producing no expected results.
Each time he cast a spell, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, leaving no trace. This shocked and confused him, and his unease spread like the tide.
Youjin fell into deep thought, repeatedly recalling the details of the past, trying to find the reason behind it.
Finally, after much contemplation, he suddenly realized why Yu Ying had gone to such lengths and resorted to any means to deal with Qin Qianluo.
It's a pity that Yu Ying was ultimately a useless piece of trash.
Not only did she fail to eliminate Qin Qianluo, this major threat, she also suffered a crushing defeat in this fierce struggle and ultimately lost her life.
But Qin Qianluo, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, returned unscathed and continued to be a stumbling block on his path.
Yu Ying's failure was a huge embarrassment for his self-proclaimed master.
He cursed Yu Ying's incompetence and stupidity in his heart, every word filled with anger and disdain.
At the same time, it strengthened his resolve to eliminate Qin Qianluo. He knew that if he did not remove this obstacle, his grand ambitions would be seriously threatened.
Youjin's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip from it, just like the eve of a storm.
The thick, oppressive clouds weighed heavily on people's hearts, making it hard to breathe.
The name Qin Qianluo was like a sharp dagger, deeply piercing his heart.
In his mind, Qin Qianluo had become the biggest obstacle to his ascension to the throne, like a towering mountain standing in his way.
If it is not removed, the coveted throne will be as illusory as a bubble, and he will never be able to sit on it securely.
His eyes burned with fury, and hatred surged like a raging undercurrent.
Thoughts ran wild like a runaway horse, driven by anger and fear.
The existence of Qin Qianluo is not only a blatant provocation against his ambition for power, but also a complete negation of his carefully planned scheme over many years.
Whenever he thought of this, You Jin felt as if he were in an invisible cage, and Qin Qianluo was the key that firmly locked away his freedom.
Thinking of this, You Jin could no longer suppress the killing intent in his heart, and a resolute and ruthless light flashed in his eyes.
Like a sharp flash of lightning streaking across a cold night, it instantly illuminated the murderous intent in his heart.
His jaw was clenched, his cheeks bulged slightly from the effort, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.
It was as if he wanted to vent his anger and resentment through his clenched fists.
Then, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it forcefully with an undeniable air of irritation and determination.
In that instant, even the darkness seemed to tremble slightly, as if intimidated by his rage.
A man in black, like a ghost, silently slipped out from the pitch-black darkness.
The man in black seemed to blend into the darkness, moving without making a sound, as if he were just a blurry shadow in the darkness.
His figure was agile and nimble, like a black panther lurking in the shadows, ready to obey its master's command and launch a fatal attack at any time.
Youjin didn't even lift his eyelids, his gaze remaining coldly fixed on Yumei nestled beside him.
At this moment, Yu Mei was like a docile kitten, curled up beside him.
However, Youjin seemed oblivious to her presence, or perhaps she was merely a tool for him to vent his anger and issue commands.
Immediately afterwards, Youjin spoke, his voice as cold as gusts of cold wind coming from the depths of the Netherworld, each word carrying a bone-chilling cold.
It was as if it could freeze everything in the world: "There's no need to bother looking for those people anymore."
"Take some men and find a suitable opportunity to end Qin Qianluo's life. This must be done discreetly, leaving no trace and ensuring no one else discovers anything."
The man in black obeyed the order, his figure as light as a ghost, silently disappearing into the embrace of darkness.
Like a drop of ink disappearing into the boundless night, leaving no ripples, no trace, only a deathly stillness.
Meanwhile, Qin Qianluo was completely focused on her plan and was oblivious to the ever-present and relentlessly approaching danger that threatened to kill her.
This crisis is like a demon lurking in the abyss, quietly opening its bloody maw.
Its sinister aura had already permeated the air, waiting only for the right moment to mercilessly devour her.
At that time, Qin Qianluo had carefully decided on the location for setting up the formation—the Imperial Study.
Ning Yuancheng currently bears the heavy responsibility of overseeing the country, and the Imperial Study is like the center of his power to him.
It was an indispensable place for him to handle the mountain of official business and discuss national affairs with his ministers every day.
Moreover, the ministers who were able to enter the Imperial Study had all undergone numerous tests and were utterly loyal to the royal family.
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