896 is so frustrating!
He shook his head slightly. The disappearance of the Holy Emperor was not only a matter of disagreement within the Fire Spirit Sect, but also among various factions within their own sect.
Moreover, just like the State of Qi, which has the Xuanji Sect and the Supreme Palace, they are secretly fighting each other fiercely, resulting in many deaths and injuries, and the vassal families have also suffered heavy casualties.
It has already affected the true disciples; one or two disciples have died on both sides.
They were getting increasingly angry.
On the other hand, in the past, with a holy emperor in power, everyone kept their heads down and dared not make any moves. Mortal life and cultivation were two completely different things.
Ordinary people are nothing more than brutes with insufficient spiritual energy and short lifespans. They risk their lives to cultivate, and after a dozen or so years of glory, their bodies decay, their energy declines, and they are not far from death.
However, the Holy Emperor's suppression, the Fire Spirit Sect, the Mysterious Sect, and some smaller sects also need to suppress the demonic beasts, so that they cannot be allowed to run rampant and disrupt the human world.
After a brief pause, Tian Zhirui gently beckoned, and Fang Qingxue quickly flew over and nestled gently in her aunt's arms.
Tian Zhirui still held her slender waist, which no man had ever held before. It was so small that it could not be grasped in one hand, like a lotus stem just emerging in the morning light, fresh and refined, untouched by dust, pure and immaculate!
The beauty and charm on her face inspire endless imagination; what a blessing it would be to gently hold her in one's arms!
He gently wrapped his arm around Qingxue's waist; her curves were exquisite, her fragrance delicate and intoxicating. He looked at Fang Qingxue with a smile and whispered...
'The Holy Emperor has disappeared, and now the Nameless One has also come out. It seems the Holy Emperor is truly not in the Dynasty for the time being, otherwise the Nameless One would not dare to wander around.'
Now it's not just the State of Qi, it's the same for us; the struggle has always been cruel and bloody.
However, He Chen has now distinguished himself, charging ahead and drawing most of the firepower from both sects. Once the two sects coordinate to eliminate He Chen, the formal battle will begin.
The Mysterious Supreme Sect and the Fire Spirit Sect also need to fight each other.
If the two sides are evenly matched, it will likely turn into a protracted war or a brief period of peace.
If one side is too weak and lacks the strength to dominate and stand firm, it will probably be swallowed up soon.
At this point, if the two wars were to break out, the fighting would certainly begin with the lower-level forces being worn down, gradually moving upwards. Eventually, if there was no absolute certainty of victory, the war would likely cease.
However, lower-level disciples, middle-level disciples, and even direct disciples or Dao children who died unjustly may all perish in this event; once they are dead, they are dead.
He only had bad luck and deserved to die a wrongful death.
Tian Zhirui touched Fang Qingxue's waist and whispered, "So soft, so gentle!"
Her waist was as slender as a silken ribbon, so delicate it could be grasped in one hand; her skin was smoother than silk itself; she possessed a natural, jade-like figure; long, shapely legs; a fiery body; and an unbelievably beautiful face. She was truly a peerless beauty, a rare gem among men.
She murmured in admiration, "Qingxue is truly beautiful; in the blink of an eye, she has blossomed into a graceful young woman."
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingxue's face flushed crimson.
A faint blush rose to her cheeks, like the gentlest clouds at dawn, softly spreading across her face.
Her eyes were lowered, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at her master with shy affection.
As if hiding endless shyness and tenderness, her expression became exceptionally gentle and melodious, like a clear mountain spring gurgling, or a spring breeze brushing against the strings of a zither, making people involuntarily intoxicated by it.
With bright eyes and white teeth, her delicate skin seemed to burst at the slightest touch; she possessed a captivating charm, like a flower in full bloom.
She nestled gently in Tian Zhirui's arms, close to her, and whispered sweetly, "Master, Aunt, you are much more beautiful than me."
If my aunt were to go shopping and eat, the streets would probably be trampled and drooling.
Looking at her aunt's stunning beauty, who seemed like a celestial being descended to earth, captivating and outshining all others, Fang Qingxue immediately retaliated.
She whispered, "Auntie, your black bra looks like a new style, it's really pretty."
At first glance, Fang Qingxue pulled open the hem of her dress, revealing a black camisole bra with lace trim underneath.
Tian Zhirui blushed slightly, but quickly regained her composure and said with a smile, "Qingxue, do you like it? If you do, your aunt has prepared several sets for you and plans to give them to you in a few days."
Now, I'll give it to you in a bit, and I'll change it for you myself.
Fang Qingxue pleaded in a low voice, "Auntie, I was wrong, please forgive me."
After a moment's thought, Tian Zhirui said softly, "The Xuanmiao Sect is now divided into two factions, and the pro-war faction is in the majority."
With the Holy Emperor missing, the vast royal city could not withstand the pressure from all four directions.
Moreover, the northern region is barren and serves as a bridgehead to block monsters from moving south, so it should have been the weakest side.
The two religions had previously tacitly agreed to use this place as a meat grinder, controlling the battlefield here.
Tian Zhirui sighed inwardly, but felt no emotion whatsoever. She had seen so much, yet could hardly change anything. It was better to pretend she hadn't seen anything. The world was never fair; it was all just ups and downs. The sooner she died, the sooner she would be free.
Living is suffering, but death is no longer suffering!
Think of the cold, indifferent commands issued by the church, seemingly calm and unpredictable, yet carrying a chilling coldness within their simple words!
It's as if the boundless frost and snow of the northern lands have unknowingly covered people's hearts.
The tens of millions of people on that vast land were subjected to orders without any warmth, treated merely as pawns in a grand game of chess, to be discarded at any time without mercy.
They'll sacrifice themselves without hesitation!
The word "cruel" takes on its most profound meaning at this moment. It is not merely words, but a chilling wind that pierces the soul, sending shivers down one's spine.
In this world, there truly exists such indifference and ruthlessness, dismissing the value of life lightly and turning it into a merciless game.
Behind this coldness lies a profound questioning of cultivators, prompting one to sigh: the world's coldness and warmth are beyond compare.
Tian Zhirui sighed softly and said in a low voice, "No wonder. Back when the Holy Emperor was alive, he slaughtered many aristocratic families. He killed so many that people were numb to it."
Even if the Holy Emperor were in the same body as the Martial Emperor, he would probably be exhausted from killing.
Those days were filled with bloodshed and turmoil. The Holy Emperor was ruthless, perhaps to avenge the common people.
The demonic beasts, aristocratic families, major sects, the Fire Spirit Sect, and the Mysterious Supreme Sect were all nearly wiped out by the Holy Emperor.
Fang Qingxue was stunned. Clearly, without her aunt's special explanation, she would have been unable to know the truth about these secrets.
He asked softly, "The widely circulated belief is that the Holy Emperor's cultivation method is unusual; the more one kills, the faster one cultivates, which has vaguely demonized it. I wonder if that's true?"
Tian Zhirui's expression showed a hint of uncertainty as she said softly, "This matter may not be false, but the person who spread it must be trying to muddy the waters."
Let the powerful clans and factions unite to contain the Holy Emperor.
He paused slightly, a hint of barely perceptible anger in his voice, and said in a low voice, "Clearly, they succeeded. The Holy Emperor ultimately did not follow his path of ruthless slaughter."
It's quite a pity!
That's so frustrating!
Tian Zhirui was not satisfied with a single stitch!
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