Chapter 141 Quasi-Saint Seedling (Two in One)
Yang State, Ruian Prefecture, Imperial City.
In the study.
"Bang!"
A heavy and exquisite inkstone was grabbed by the person behind the table and thrown out, hitting the head of the eunuch serving nearby.
The inkstone smashed the eunuch's head hard, leaving a horrible bloody hole.
The eunuch groaned, and died immediately after the sound was finished.
Blood flowed over the edge of the broken inkstone.
The people kneeling below didn't dare to breathe, not even to glance at the unlucky eunuch, and all knelt on the ground trembling with fear.
The person standing at the head of the study was naturally the current emperor of Yang State - Wen Xian.
Although his name sounds like an immortal, Wen Xian actually looks completely different from his name. He does not have any immortal aura, but is a big, bloated fat man.
He was wearing a custom-made bright yellow imperial robe, and his figure behind the desk was like a mountain. The layers of fat had pressed countless wrinkles on the robe.
What's scary is that as he gets older, his skin becomes obviously old and shriveled, with many age spots covering the young and elastic flesh, like a deformed water bag or a shriveled blister, which makes people feel strangely uncomfortable.
There was only a pair of sinister eyes that were always flashing, staring at everyone like a vulture with spread wings, making people feel afraid.
As a man in his seventies, although he looks old, his physical condition is much better than that of ordinary people.
This is thanks to the nourishment of countless natural treasures, elixirs, the support of spiritual energy for cultivation, and the nourishment provided by the royal practitioners through the techniques offered.
Although Wen Xian's aptitude was extremely ordinary, he managed to reach the innate realm.
If all goes well, and with the blessing of "national destiny", Wen Xian can live to at least two or three hundred years old.
Although this lifespan is insignificant compared to that of practitioners, it is long enough for ordinary people.
Three hundred years, for a mortal kingdom without the intervention of practitioners, means the collapse of a dynasty and the replacement of dozens of emperors.
But Wen Xian was able to sit alone on this supreme throne of power for three hundred years.
If... he hadn't heard the news today.
"Who let him into Ruianzhou?"
Wen Xian's sinister eyes gleamed with anger, like a snake spitting out its tongue. He roared with an unsightly expression, "Who allowed him to enter the Imperial Ancestral Temple? Why didn't anyone stop him? Huh?!"
"The troops stationed at the border of Rui'an Prefecture, and the three thousand armored soldiers inside and outside the Imperial Ancestral Temple, are they just for show?! They couldn't even stop Wen Qie, who came alone!"
The people underground were silent for a while before one of them looked up and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down. Your health is more important..."
"Bang!"
This time, what was thrown was a paperweight, which was almost as heavy as the inkstone.
The man was hit on the head and bleeding, and he fainted.
Wen Xian cursed angrily, "Did I ask you to come here to ask you to care about my health?! Answer my questions! Don't talk about irrelevant things!"
The person who was hit was a military general, whose cultivation level was high enough to reach the Sea-Splitting Realm.
Logically speaking, with Wen Xian's strength, even if he tried his best, he wouldn't be able to break his skin.
But when he was hit, he fainted instantly, and blood was all over the ground...
The others were stunned, and then secretly cursed me for being so cunning, why didn’t I think of pretending to be dead?
Seeing that no one else answered, Wen Xian took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and said, "If no one can answer, I will regard you as useless and drag you all out to be executed!"
At this point, a civil official finally spoke timidly.
"Your Majesty... The garrison troops of Rui'an Prefecture, the three thousand armored soldiers inside and outside the Imperial Ancestral Temple, are all..."
He swallowed and whispered, "They are all soldiers brought by Prince Jingnan."
“…”
Wen Xian was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Can you say it again?"
"They are all soldiers led by Prince Jingnan."
Wen Xian slammed the table and shouted, "Kill him for me!"
"laugh!"
Almost silently, a bloody mark appeared on the civil official's neck and then slowly expanded.
When his pupils constricted and he subconsciously wanted to cover his throat, his raised hands only caught his own head.
He just knelt there, holding his head in his hands, and died on the spot.
Blood splattered and splashed onto the other people around, but still no one dared to speak.
Wen Xian slammed the table frantically, repeatedly emphasizing: "My soldiers! Those are my soldiers! My ...
"How dare you! Treason!"
Wen Xian paced back and forth behind his desk, his portly figure pacing. "I've already taken back Wen Qie's military power. The tiger talisman is with me. How dare they let him in?! They're rebelling! They're really going to rebel!"
His voice was filled with extreme anger.
But in his anger, there was an uncontrollable trembling.
"Your Majesty, they are indeed planning a rebellion."
The civil official, his head held in his hands, suddenly spoke: "Prince Jingnan emerged from the Imperial Ancestral Temple... and upon emerging, he faced his former soldiers—and he uttered only two words."
Wen Xian stared at the head and asked, "Which two words?"
The head said, "He said, line up."
"Three thousand armored soldiers immediately formed into neat rows, in an orderly manner, and followed the Jingnan Dynasty to Cangfengzhou."
"They marched all the way to the border city of Rui'an Prefecture, bringing with them thousands of retired soldiers and unemployed men. Seeing this, the garrison troops opened the city gates and let them pass."
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