Chapter 154 Chapter 154 “Everyone will have doubts from the outside world,…
"Your Highness, it's late at night. What brings you here?"
That night, it was Dan Deng's turn to be on duty.
She stood in the corridor with her hands behind her back, and saw a figure slowly approaching in the dim distance.
"Somehow, while reading at night, I suddenly recalled the time when Father God taught me how to write, so I wanted to come and see Him."
Jiu Zhao wore no crown or formal attire, only a thin apricot yellow shirt.
The wind blocked her skirt and sleeves, making them look like delicate petals that could not be broken.
Since becoming the crown prince with real power, Jiu Zhao chose colors such as ochre red, dark blue, and turquoise green for his court robes and daily clothes in order to appear calm.
Now dotted with bright and colorful colors, and in the flickering candlelight, Dan Deng felt as if he had returned to the past.
Hide the heavy title of "Crown Prince".
Jiu Zhao is still the noble and carefree goddess.
She was treated as the apple of the God Emperor's eye and was loved and pampered in every way. She jumped and skipped with every step she took, like a fearless little eagle.
But the footsteps, which were neither hurried nor slow, and which would not panic or lose control even if Mount Tai collapsed, quickly brought Dan Deng back to reality.
After a few moments of distraction, Jiu Zhao had already climbed the stairs and stood before her. "Aunt Danxuan, please open the door for me. I want to go in and spend some time alone with Father God."
The childhood nickname she used made the older female official's emotions switch back and forth between fantasy and reality, and finally she softened her heart for no reason.
She dismissed the palace maids around her and personally opened the palace door for Jiu Zhao.
As he stepped over the threshold, he couldn't help but whisper, "Your Highness, the dew is heavy. From now on, when you travel at night, remember to wear extra clothes. It's unknown when the Emperor will awaken. You are the backbone of the entire Sanqing Heaven. You must be vigilant and take good care of yourself."
Jiu Zhao turned around and smiled at her: "Okay, I will remember it, Aunt Danxuan."
It’s just that the eyes, which can best convey emotions, are covered by white silk, making this warm moment inexplicably less popular.
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After the operation of capturing the traitor was completed that day, Jiu Zhao activated the magical restrictions within Sanqingtian.
A faint divine power flowed in the air. Without worrying about being seen or overheard, Jiu Zhao untied the white silk.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and examined her father's face inch by inch with her scarlet pupils.
Without Xingyao, the master of medicine, the God Emperor continued to grow old and weak day by day even with the uninterrupted support of divine power.
The man lying on the bed, with white hair on his temples and fine lines around his eyes, was far from the heroic father god in her memory.
Jiu Zhao remembered that two days ago a medical officer had come to report privately that the Southern God King had insisted on injecting divine power into the God Emperor, and that there were signs of damage to his soul. But she was unwilling to let others do it, and said that she was not good at fighting, and that her only medical skills were useful. Other gods should save their strength and devote themselves to their strengths in the future.
The Southern God King's dedication was silent, and the emotions lingering behind it were even more silent and breathless.
In addition to the loving relationship between the parents, a third party who guards the child without regrets suddenly appears.
In the past, no matter how unselfish the other party was, Jiu Zhao could not tolerate any injustice and would always feel uncomfortable.
But now, she felt a trace of sympathy and guilt.
He sat quietly for a moment, unleashing a cleansing spell to cleanse the God Emperor's body. Then, from head to toe, bit by bit, he meticulously tucked in the loose corners of the quilt. Jiu Zhao's chaotic mind, drawn in by the repetitive, mindless movements and the thoughts surrounding the Southern God King, gradually calmed and cleared.
“Everyone has things that others don’t understand, but they still persevere to the end.
“The Southern God King has it.
"My daughter has it too."
After speaking softly, Jiu Zhao grasped the wrist of the God Emperor and tried to disperse his spiritual consciousness and enter his body.
Perhaps because Jiu Zhao was half of his bloodline, the unconscious God Emperor did not show any discomfort or resistance.
Jiu Zhao controlled his spiritual consciousness to move around quickly, checking from afar the Candle Dragon poison that was temporarily blocked in his lower abdomen, but continued to spread around like a spider web, and then went up along the veins, heading towards the Lingtai located in the center of the forehead, which is the spiritual platform for immortals.
However, it successfully passed through the blood vessels in the neck and went further up. The foreign object tried to approach the spiritual platform, which triggered a passive counterattack from the divine body.
They were no longer gentle and tolerant. Their spiritual consciousness, which was several times stronger than Jiu Zhao's, twisted into a strand and stabbed at her like a sharp sword, driving her away.
Fearing that his consciousness would be damaged, and even more afraid of hurting his Father God, Jiu Zhao quickly retreated.
She clutched the front of her coat with her hands and tried to calm her breathing as quietly as possible.
Lie Qing's words are still fresh in his mind. She said that only the Emperor knows the truth best. Other groundless information, whether true or false, will only increase the doubts in His Highness's heart. Instead of wasting his time on countless doubts and speculations, it is better to let everything settle down.
Let everything settle.
Now that Father God is unconscious, it is a good opportunity.
There is no need to use extreme means, simply checking memories will not cause harm to people.
The existence of this premise facilitated the arrival of Jiu Zhao.
The method of directly dispersing the immortal consciousness and entering the spiritual platform failed. Jiu Zhao did not leave immediately. She was worried about the God Emperor. While observing his changes after being entered by the immortal consciousness, she thought about other reliable ways.
After thinking about it, the idea shifted from the legitimate magic of the immortals to the secret techniques of the demons.
Nightmare magic.
Lan Qi had used it on her before.
It was just that at that time, she actively pulled her spiritual consciousness into his memories.
If you use it on the Father God, pull him into your memory, and then take advantage of the moment when his spiritual consciousness withdraws to quietly attach your immortal consciousness to him, it might work.
What's more, the Nightmare Technique was abandoned by the demons due to its high cost.
Unless someone really wants to die together and imprison his own soul and the enemy's soul in the same dream, it will have no killing power.
Jiu Zhao had personally experienced it and could prove that it was indeed harmless, so he was somewhat confident.
But the problem is that only demons can cast demon spells.
Even if he was not the crown prince or the divine emperor, Jiu Zhao never wavered in his belief that he was a god.
Being lured out of one's inner demons and quietly buried in demonic energy can all be said to be a scheme by the demons.
If she truly unleashed the demonic energy and used it to cast nightmare magic, the meaning would be different.
So what did she become?
An immortal, a demon, or a being like Wu Zhu who is neither immortal nor demonic?
Jiu Zhao didn't dare to think about these things. She only knew that the closer she was to the devil, the further away she was from the immortal.
By then, let alone cleansing the soul and ascending to godhood, even being a god peacefully may not be possible.
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Fuxu replied with a letter about refining medicine.
A few days later, there was no news.
She was feeling somewhat worried when another military report came from the front line, saying that although the Burning Sea had suffered heavy losses and had remained inactive for several days, they had found some tribes with extremely poisonous weapons and erected a thick fog and poisonous wall at the border between the two regions, and were intending to infiltrate the immortal soldiers.
Several immortal soldiers were accidentally attacked while out on reconnaissance, and when they returned they were infected by the injured whose immortal powers were damaged.
The poisonous fog is very strange and contagious, so we must be on guard against it.
There are not enough Chinese medicine immortals in the military camp, so we request support from Sanqingtian. It would be best if high-level wood-type immortal officials could be sent to study how to solve the poisonous fog.
As soon as this report came out, all the ministers turned their attention to the Southern God King who was in charge of Nanling.
In recent years, the God Emperor allocated the territory originally belonging to the Phoenix Clan to Nanling. The gods under the jurisdiction of the Southern God King also enjoyed more abundant immortal power, various natural treasures, and even fought against the demons. The precious attributes of the Medical Immortal were always protected at the back.
When it was Sanqingtian's turn to leave, the wood-type immortal from Nanling was the best choice.
Princess Chongyao Zong felt sorry for her mother's fatigue from going back and forth for days to transfer her divine power, so she volunteered to lead her subordinates to the front line.
But he was angrily rebuked by the Southern God King in public.
"Who told you not to make progress these years? You are almost 40,000 years old and you are just a Golden Immortal. What ability do you have to lead your subordinates?
"He's in such a hurry and has no sense of propriety. What if he ends up delaying the military mission?"
Jiu Zhao understood that the Southern God King was eager to protect his daughter despite his harsh words, so he laughed it off and continued to discuss the candidate to lead the support.
The Southern God King stepped out from the crowd again and bowed deeply. "Your Highness, the military situation is urgent. If we research the poison wall from scratch, who knows when it will be effective. I have the Thousand Flowers Peony Power, a sacred artifact of the Peony Clan. It has the ability to detoxify and resist poison, and it can also amplify it, allowing it to heal more wounded soldiers at once. This time, I will shoulder the responsibility of supporting you!"
Normally, the sacred objects of each tribe can only be used by the tribe leader and the next successor.
The Southern God King dismissed Chongyao Zongji, and it was clear that there was only one option left.
For a moment, Jiu Zhao was in a dilemma.
If the Southern God King is sent, her body will suffer from excessive loss of divine power, and it would be bad if she encounters any danger.
But if she was not sent and stayed in Sanqingtian, she would not stop insisting on returning divine power to the Father God.
Weighing the two options, the former seems better.
Rescue the wounded and research how to eliminate the poisonous fog, all you have to do is stay in the barracks.
If the divine power is returned, the only way out is probably the exhaustion of strength and death of life.
If the nightmare technique works, by the time the Southern God King returns, the Father God will probably have already awakened safely.
Jiu Zhao comforted himself silently.
Facing the expectant gazes of the ministers, she slowly turned the jade ring on her thumb.
Then he revealed a trusting smile: "This time, the support team is led by the Southern Divine King. I am very relieved."
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