When Luo Qing was mentioned, Hu Shao's words were full of disdain.
Ji Xiaoxiao shouted, "Dark One!"
"Master." A wisp of black mist rose from the ground, gradually solidifying, and a tall man, without sorrow or joy, knelt on one knee, merely bowing his head in submission.
An Yi, the leader of the secret guards, is proficient in all eighteen weapons, possesses profound internal strength, and has unparalleled martial arts skills. He is famous in the secret room for his "Dance of the Hidden Kill," a technique that kills without leaving a trace.
"An Yi, I order you to take An Ran Shi Ba to Tongluo Town. No matter what methods you use, you must bring Luo Qing's head to me." Ji Xiaoxiao paused, then took out a token from her bosom and handed it to An Yi. "If things change, you will use the White Tiger Token to command the Northwest White Tiger Army not to act rashly. Anyone who dares to follow Luo Qing's vulgar ways and conform to the corrupt world, one word: kill."
"Yes, Master, I will certainly live up to your expectations." An Yi respectfully accepted the White Tiger Token, his body turning into black mist, solidifying and dissipating, disappearing from Hu Shao and Ji Xiaoxiao's sight.
The moment Hu Shao saw the White Tiger Token, his body stiffened and he remained motionless.
"Daughter, how did you obtain this White Tiger Token?"
To command the Northwest White Tiger Army, a commander-in-chief is indispensable, and the White Tiger Token is of paramount importance. Normally, Luo Qing treasured it above all else, personally hiding it in a dangerous location riddled with traps. While ordinary people would desperately want to see it, Luo Qing gritted his teeth and refused to comply under any circumstances.
The reason is that once the White Tiger Token is lost, Luo Qing's idea of commanding troops solely based on his status as the commander-in-chief of the Northwest White Tiger Army is pure fantasy. Like a husband and wife inseparable, a commander without the White Tiger Token is merely an empty shell, all show and no substance.
Hu Shao knew the truth behind it all and realized how hard-won the White Tiger Token was.
Ji Xiaoxiao slightly twitched the corners of her mouth, saying nonchalantly, "Father, don't worry. How could I easily set foot in the Weiyuan General's Mansion? I wonder if Father still remembers the incident a month ago when Luo Qing's daughter, Luo Qingshuang, caused a scene at the Yanjue Palace?"
Hu Shao said "Oh," and then said, "The White Tiger Token was stolen by Luo Qingshuang."
Fearing that Hu Shao might overthink things, Ji Xiaoxiao recounted every detail of her deal with Luo Qingshuang to him, leaving no stone unturned.
Hu Shao stroked his beard, his kind face now showing a hint of cunning and smugness.
"They're both daughters, but look at my daughter and then look at Luo Qing's daughter. Sigh, that's the difference between fathers!"
The contrast makes things stand out. With Luo Qing's unfortunate daughter as an example, Hu Shao suddenly felt that his own daughter's indifference, under the deliberate distortion of pink bubbles, had become a cute awkwardness.
Ji Xiaoxiao looked at Hu Shao, who was grinning foolishly, and got goosebumps all over her body.
Something seems... um... wrong?
During the mission, the Hu family father and daughter worked together for a month to finally change Liang Guo's name and surname.
"By the mandate of Heaven, from this day forth, the Liang Kingdom shall cease to exist, and the Divine Dynasty shall rise."
Ji Xiaoxiao stood below the high platform, surrounded by a dense, dark mass of people.
From this day forward, she will be the first emperor of the Divine Dynasty.
After a complicated and arduous ceremony, Ji Xiaoxiao returned to the Yanjue Palace, utterly exhausted.
"Tian Tian, how are you?" Hu Shao looked at Ji Xiaoxiao with concern.
Ji Xiaoxiao was already four months pregnant, and her belly was getting bigger and bigger. Unlike other pregnant women who were four months pregnant, Ji Xiaoxiao's belly was much larger.
A large belly means a heavy burden.
The establishment of the Divine Dynasty, the ascension to the throne, and the proclaiming of the new emperor to the world were all part of a complex and chaotic affair. Hu Shao, obsessed with his daughter, couldn't bear to see Ji Xiaoxiao suffer. However, Ji Xiaoxiao insisted on attending, and Hu Shao, unable to persuade her otherwise, reluctantly gave in.
"Lie down properly. I will take care of the court matters for you."
Before Ji Xiaoxiao could nod, someone from the darkroom suddenly interrupted their conversation.
"Master, Chief An has returned."
Where are the others?
After a month of anxious waiting, Dark One finally returned.
Ji Xiaoxiao suddenly stood up, startling Hu Shao so much that he almost screamed.
"My daughter is pregnant and needs to rest. Can't she come to me if she needs anything? Once my grandson is born, I'll definitely wipe you out." Hu Shao glared angrily at the innocent guard.
The guard kept his head down, unable to see Hu Shao's expression, and said without any emotion, "The leader of the Dark Guard is seriously injured and unconscious. None of the eighteen members of the Dark Guard survived."
"What?" At this moment, Hu Shao realized the seriousness of the matter.
Ji Xiaoxiao once told Hu Shao about the origin of the Eighteen Dark Guards. The Eighteen Dark Guards were the eighteen most outstanding secret guards in the Dark Room. They had different skills and specialized in one area. Some were good at poisoning, some were proficient in hidden weapons, and some possessed unparalleled martial arts skills. In short, they were the backbone of the Dark Room and represented the strength and terror of the Dark Room.
Moreover, once the eighteen members of the Anran Sect are in sync and cooperate with each other to activate the formation, their martial prowess and terror level will rise sharply, making it easy for them to kill top experts.
However, the leader of the Dark Lord was seriously injured and fell into a coma. All eighteen of them perished.
Listen to this, listen to this: the masters of the darkroom either died or fell into a coma. The implications of this are chilling.
"How could this be? Tell me in detail." Hu Shao, as expected of the head of all officials and a veteran who had stood firm in the officialdom for many years, quickly regained his composure after his initial shock and panic.
"When the leader of the Dark Sect returned, he was covered in blood and his body was in a state of utter devastation. Upon examining his body, we discovered that he had been eroded and impacted by a domineering force of frost. His internal energy had been completely destroyed, and all eight of his extraordinary meridians had been severed. The elder of the Dark Chamber, being very knowledgeable, knew that the force of frost was the ultimate technique of the 'Frost Overlord' manual cultivated by the Palace Master of the Frost Snow Mountain's Lingran Palace—Frost Erosion."
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