757 The most important matters in the world are lifespan and inheritance.
As soon as she finished speaking, the butler behind her was already clad in armor, a long sword gripped tightly at his side, like a solid barrier.
The reply was respectful: "Yes, Madam! Please rest assured, we will do everything in our power to protect the safety of the manor and ensure its security!"
Madam Meng nodded in acknowledgment.
She gently stroked the longsword in her hand; the blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light, as if reflecting her current state of mind.
Gazing once more in the direction her husband had departed, a flicker of emotion stirred within her. She thought to herself, 'A storm is brewing!'
With wind and rain, thunder and lightning, tonight is destined to be anything but peaceful!
Those awaiting the outcome at the palace are still arranging their troops, anxiously waiting. They both yearn for the throne to be easily obtained and do not hope for a battle. How can everything go smoothly?
Far, far away in the sky outside the royal city, the three Thousand Martial Emperors who had been intercepted were agitated and looked unwell.
Emperor Qianwu remained silent, gazing at the three people opposite him, feeling a surge of emotions as he looked at the two people beside him.
He pondered to himself, "The three people opposite me are also not of one mind. Although they belong to the same faction, there is more infighting than unity."
Just as I expected, they don't trust anyone, cooperation is just a formality, and they dare not fight us to the death.
But these two old devils beside him are probably the same; they're utterly cowardly.
Emperor Qianwu found it hard to trust the two people beside him again. With the Holy Emperor absent, it seemed as if a rift had suddenly formed between the three of them!
Especially after the attack on the palace last time, even now, recalling the scene of the Red King's attack still chills me to the bone.
The Red King was none other than Emperor Wu, who had killed the King of Qi; the situation was extremely dangerous.
If it weren't for the fact that the Red King's body hadn't fully adapted to the technique that time, he and the other party would probably have been injured in the process!
The two men, like turtles hiding in the sand, avoided risk, reaping the benefits while waiting for their chance. A chill ran through him, and he couldn't help but sneer, 'Now that the Holy Emperor is absent, these two dare to harbor such thoughts! They are truly audacious!'
As estrangement arose, numerous distracting thoughts emerged, spreading like wildfire, further solidifying the resolve to proceed with caution this time.
Emperor Qianwu felt heavy-hearted and sighed. In the past, when the Holy Emperor was alive, he didn't need to care so much. But today, he realized that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
He thought to himself, "Sigh, ten sons, fifteen daughters, and more than a hundred grandsons and granddaughters, as well as unfamiliar grandsons and nieces!"
They are truly blocking my path!
These are all things I care about; how could I easily put myself in danger?
If I were to perish, how would these many descendants face themselves? How would they establish themselves in this treacherous and unpredictable royal city?
Without the protection of Emperor Wu, these descendants wouldn't even have a decent level of cultivation. They've been treated too well.
Without the protection of a powerful figure, how could you enjoy such a luxurious life!
Emperor Qianwu felt a pang of resentment at his son's lack of ambition, yet also a sense of helplessness, for every decision he made now concerned the rise and fall of his family.
He couldn't abandon his family for his own pursuits and ideals. But he also couldn't bear to leave his many descendants who depended on him.
Time seemed to stand still, each side harboring unfathomable schemes in their confrontation. Until a ray of dawn broke through the sky, tearing through the heavy night with unstoppable force.
At that moment, the three people who had been blocking the way vanished like phantoms in the glow of the sunset, disappearing as if they had vanished without a trace, like a wisp of smoke.
They intercepted the three from leaving, but Emperor Qianwu had little interest in talking at the moment.
Unconsciously, the three seemed to have their own purposes. The Wanwu Emperor beside him, like himself, had many descendants of his family, and his responsibilities and pressures were as heavy as his own.
The family is also facing a generational gap, with no one to carry on the family line. It all depends on Old Man Wan, who is a few years older than the rest of the family.
Before, nourished by the dragon's energy, the group did not have much pressure regarding their lifespan. Now that the dragon's energy has soared away, the group suddenly feels that their lifespans are decreasing too quickly and have come to an abrupt end.
His time is drawing near, and there are no outstanding members among the younger generation in the family. Once he dies, the fate of his descendants is unimaginable!
The other, Night Old Ghost, with an indifferent expression as if he cared little about anything other than lifespan, was like a lone wolf, all alone. His life was full of mystery and legend, and he seemed to have no attachments.
He once had a disciple, perhaps his only emotional bond, who tragically perished in the chaos of war at the end of the previous dynasty. This seemed to further intensify his indifference and resoluteness.
In the past, when the Holy Emperor did not travel, there were still many constraints under his intimidation. Now, the dragon energy has fled, and his lifespan seems to be passing by at an accelerated pace.
It seems that in this silent deliberation, the scales in the hearts of Emperor Qianwu and Emperor Wanwu have quietly tipped.
Night Ghost, a solitary and profound lone wolf, seems to have an even stronger yearning for immortality in his eyes than ever before.
The two men, without prior arrangement, became deeply wary. The allure of immortality was likely like a wildfire to Old Ghost Ye, irresistible.
Because they have no scruples, they will have no bottom line, and their ambitions may spread without restraint, like a wild horse that cannot be controlled!
As chaos gradually emerges, if Old Ghost Ye were to join the Heavenly Evil Clan for the sake of the demon's blessing and immortality, then all moral principles would be a joke!
Emperor Qianwu remained unmoved. Sensing his surroundings, he realized that the three members of the Heavenly Evil Clan had completely departed. He couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief, thinking to himself, 'This is truly a humiliating disgrace! A Martial Emperor cannot be dishonored!'
Thinking of this, he glanced at the other two and felt a sense of powerlessness. The three of them were not of one mind, and this was probably the end of the story.
Without the nourishment of dragon energy, would Emperor Ye Wu still remain in the palace? This question arose in my mind.
Emperor Qianwu's expression was calm as still water. He circulated his true energy, transforming himself into a bridge between heaven and earth. He had all the clues around him in his hands. In an instant, he considered his own strength, mobilized the surrounding wind and clouds, and under the great power, attacked and killed his enemy.
Calmly comprehend and fully comprehend it, because the other two are also slowly testing whether it is true, as the Heavenly Evil Clan said, that the Martial Emperor's lifespan is being suppressed!
After circulating the energy for one cycle, a subtle change quietly occurred in the aura surrounding the body.
As he operated, his understanding of heaven and earth did not diminish. He could mobilize the power around him with his every bit of strength. However, the true energy in his body was like a torrent, heavy as iron, surging forth. He seemed to be full of vitality, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to carry a trace of imperceptible aging.
Emperor Qianwu subtly felt as if his body was being stained by an invisible layer of dust, and the increasing heaviness seemed to be tainting his soul.
I was startled. How could I have gotten so tainted in such a short time!
Emperor Wu was a man of impenetrable body, perfectly unified!
When one releases their inner energy, their entire body forms an invisible, seamless wall, impervious to wind, rain, and dust.
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