447 Dynastic Change
He nodded slightly, agreeing, "Yes, you're in the east, and I'm in the west. It would be better to divide the area east to west, saving us from having to discuss it so much."
His tone was nonchalant, yet brooked no refusal.
Sect Leader Mo's gaze was deep as he glanced at Bai Yangzi. He felt he had to make a gesture.
Under his gaze, an invisible wind howled fiercely. Bai Yangzi smiled, showing no sign of yielding, and the person staring at him remained motionless.
Sect Leader Mo concealed the slight dissatisfaction churning within him, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor on the surface.
After a moment of intense staring, the two sides engaged in an invisible battle, a silent contest, where no swords flashed, yet the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
In their standoff, their gazes were like knives, cutting each other as they confronted one another.
With a familiar adversary, and King Qi absent, the alliance naturally comes to an end, and the moment of confrontation is now.
Both tried to find a weakness and seize an opportunity, but unfortunately, having come to understand each other, they silently stopped.
Sect Leader Mo wore a hint of resignation, as if to say, "You've won." He nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Alright. If Bai Yangzi's Supreme Palace is overwhelmed, my Xuanji Sect can, and will, provide full assistance."
Bai Yangzi smiled and said, "There's no need for Sect Leader Mo to trouble himself with this matter."
He swept past lightly, amidst the surrounding dust and smoke, and looked at Elder Zhengqing, now in two pieces. He sighed inwardly, gently collected the body, and took it away for burial.
As night fell, Wanqing and Rourou returned. After a busy day, they were full of energy and snuggled gently against Ji Xixi. Wei Qinghui also returned, her face as calm as ever.
However, she changed into a pair of nice velvet boots and quietly discussed something with Wei Lan.
Han Linling, Wei Lan, and Fang Hua chatted for a few moments, discussing clothes, chuckling softly, and gesturing to show the structure of the garments.
The others were whispering among themselves.
Piaomiaoyue gently sat down beside him and whispered, "Chen Lang, the Chief is determined to change the current rules of the Demon Slayer Division."
He whispered softly, explaining in a low voice some of the changes.
A large hand gently encircled her waist, and she nestled obediently in his arms, asking softly, "The Chief has issued the proclamation; from now on, Chen Lang will be the Chief of the Demon-Slaying Division, and you, sister, will be the Deputy Chief."
Then, playfully, she whispered, "Master, Master."
She gently stroked his silky long hair and nodded softly. She said softly, "You can set the specific rules. However, if we really implement it this way, you won't have enough manpower later."
Piaomiaoyue drew closer, feeling the intense heat, and said softly, "Sister, you must have already thought it through. With a lover to rely on, perhaps you have some thoughts in your heart."
Her gaze shifted, looking tenderly at her lover, and she whispered in his ear, "Thank you, Chen Lang."
He Chen nodded and crossed his arms.
Wanqing and Rourou, sitting next to Ji Xixi, watched this side and chuckled softly.
The others also did not come to disturb us.
After dinner, the night deepened.
In the spacious bathtub, the water temperature was just right. The newly released short skirts were cut out, in black and pink.
Han Linling quickly washed up, wearing a wide purple dress, and was just about to go back to her boudoir to rest, as she would continue forging her lover's armor tomorrow.
Ji Xixi gently pulled her hand and whispered, "Where are you going, Han-meimei?"
Han Linling looked at Ji Xixi, who was dressed in a light gauze dress embroidered with lotus flowers like those in summer. The dress was fresh and elegant, and the light gauze was like clouds, perfectly outlining her figure.
Stunningly beautiful, a rare beauty, with unparalleled charm.
Han Linling couldn't help but gently hug him and hold him in her arms.
He yawned softly and said, "I'm a little tired today, I'll go rest first. This demonic dragon scale is truly excellent material."
Ji Xixi chuckled softly, "In that case, let my younger sister go first, so she can get some rest early."
Han Linling shook her head, turned around and was about to leave, afraid of being too late.
A gentle, large hand encircled her waist.
The night is not quiet, but it is warm as spring.
The earth-shattering war that erupted in the Qi King's palace was like the wrath of the universe, gathering endless energy. Flames danced wildly in the night sky, soaring straight into the clouds and illuminating everything around them in a dreamlike way.
Flames shot wildly into the sky, standing out prominently against the night sky. The immense battle energy emanated from the surroundings, causing the space to tremble. The intense conflict evoked both fear and awe.
The battle between the Red King, the Qi King, and others was like a stampede of ten thousand horses, the roar echoing through the air, deafeningly loud. Fiery red flames splashed in the battle, accompanied by roars, screams, and cries from the surrounding city residents and spies who were silently lying in wait.
At this moment, everyone was filled with unbearable horror.
These spies all knew this, and for a moment they were filled with fear, one of them thinking to himself, 'Who dares to cause trouble in the Kingdom of Qi? Are they truly not afraid of death?'
Seeing the weeping, red aura emanating from the approaching ghosts, he immediately made a guess.
Soldiers guarded the streets, and the tightly closed doors could not be opened in the slightest.
Suddenly, they heard, "There's someone over there! Seize them! Kill anyone who resists!"
"Yes." A group of soldiers hurried away.
"Who are you? I am the young master of the Yuan family. Do you know who my father is?" He looked like he had drunk too much.
"Take them all." "Yes."
Suddenly, loud shouts rang out again, "Stop him immediately! Don't let him pass!"
Then came the sharp, piercing sound of swords clashing, accompanied by screams.
The clash of swords grew increasingly intense, as two powerful forces engaged in a desperate struggle. The sharp, distinct sound of metal echoed through the night, lingering for a long time, stirring a sense of inexplicable tension and unease in those who were awakened.
Then came a great deal of footsteps.
The sun rose as usual the next day.
The king, who is not yet three years old, officially ascended the throne, which is incredibly fast.
To the outside world, however, the old king of Qi had passed away peacefully, and his great-grandson had been chosen to succeed him.
There was no resistance, no one objected; the sounds of hacking and slashing continued throughout the night. In some mansions, the ground was soaked with blood, and a few managed to escape.
The first thing he did upon ascending the throne was to have the Xuanji Sect and the Supreme Palace take charge of the east and west sides respectively.
Is it absurd? It seems a bit, yet it also seems quite ordinary.
Many things have changed. Harsh laws have been abolished, and people—no, some of them—can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The news spread quickly, and people all over Qi were singing praises. The new king's ascension to the throne was truly a blessing for everyone.
On a peaceful morning, outside the city of Qi, the vegetable and pancake vendors on the roadside seemed unaffected, busily engaged in their work.
A burly, naked man, shirtless and with one foot stomping on some green vegetables, arrogantly shouted, "Pay the sanitation fee! Pay the sanitation fee!"
From today onwards, a sanitation fee of one qian (a unit of currency) must be paid every day.
Did you all hear that? One tael of silver every day, starting today. Did you all hear that?
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