Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy Chapter 279 - 159, 160. Again, True Martial Emperor Monarch,

Imperial Capital, bustling, noisy... Even by the banks of Wu River, where the entire body of civil and military officials had been massacred, it hardly impacted the common folk and smaller powers much.

Old faces leave, new ones rise.

As long as soone holds power, there will be no chaos.

The Emperor as well.

The current Emperor is not the one forrly supported by Empress Dowager Feng to ascend the throne, but is Ji Qin, a mber of the Surna Ji Imperial Family whom Zhao Hua had already contacted before entering the Imperial Capital, and the brother of the Emperor manipulated by Empress Dowager Feng.

In Ji Qin’s view, Zhao Hua was a capable and brave general personally summoned into the capital by the late Emperor, thus everything was legitimate and justifiable, which is why they hit it off imdiately. Over ti, Ji Qin grew very satisfied with Zhao Hua, who was both refined and prudent, and had the qualities of a scholarly general.

However, this new Emperor could never have imagined that this scholarly general would massacre the entire body of civil and military officials and then elevate a new group of officiants to high positions.

There are always people ready to fill governntal roles.

The higher positions are forever eyed by many, and there are people capable of taking on these roles.

Zhao Hua selected and recruited these individuals as his confidants, branded them with his mark, and subtly controlled them, while simultaneously having the Emperor bestow upon him the titles of "Grand General of the Western Expedition", "King Zhao", and "Kaifu Yitong three departnts", and then quickly left the Imperial Capital.

Zhao Hua, having killed countless, transford into King Zhao.

Yet Zhao Hua’s departure did not grant the Emperor any freedom or respite... because the Emperor found himself to be "imprisoned", realising he had beco a gilded canary.

Frenzied, he smashed everything on the table, and then started to secretly summon so loyal officials in an attempt to regain control of the court.

Zhao Hua was an outsider after all, and no matter how many titles he accumulated, he couldn’t compare to the deep-rooted family influences within the Imperial Capital.

Having killed so many, there were bound to be an imnse number of people who hated him; with a little plotting, one can turn the tables, and make Zhao Ni die without a burial place.

As Emperor, Ji Qin was aware: Noble Families possessed thods of controlling dicinal Humans, but the ultimate limit of controlling a dicinal Human is the "Force Realm" to "Form Realm"... even if there were so terrifying beings, the most they could do was to turn the "Form Realm" into "Qi Realm".

Thus, he only needed to find those loyal officials in the Qi Realm, and they certainly couldn’t be controlled by Zhao Ni.

However... even as the Emperor, Ji Qin could never have imagined that "the formula for dicinal Humans in Zhao Hua’s possession could actually turn the Qi Realm into the Pseudo-Profound Realm".

Song Cheng’s true strength might be concealed elsewhere, but it couldn’t be hidden when it ca to "dicinal Humans".

He is Mysterious Level Grade C, and exists alongside the Twin Ghosts.

His limit in creating dicinal Humans is turning "Qi" into "Pseudo-Profound".

Zhao Hua perhaps also discovered that "the material from elder brother’s dicinal Humans was so effective, thus he desperately used it".

Or perhaps, it was precisely because he had such a "bargaining chip even the Qi Family was unaware of" that Zhao Hua dared to take the step of massacring all the high-ranking officials in the city.

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Song Cheng entered the Imperial Capital, and upon noticing the changes in the capital, chose not only to arrive through Visualization but also directly possessed a spy from Thundercloud State.

After sensing his limbs and senses, Song Cheng felt as if he seamlessly transitioned into another person’s body, though this body was extrely hot, like a burning furnace constantly pushing him away.

This spy was a Force Realm being.

However, Song Cheng thought this Force Realm was decent, at least he could hold on for a while.

Previously, like Yu, even the Power Realm was the limit.

The possessed Song Cheng then began the routine of "letting the spy rest during the day, taking action at night".

In the moonlight, the furnace-like heat would diminish, making movents much more comfortable for Song Cheng.

Another night, Song Cheng sat in a night market in the Imperial Capital eating noodles.

Suddenly, from behind ca the "gurgle gurgle" sound of a carriage wheel turning.

Night carriages aren’t rare in the current Imperial Capital, perhaps also subtly hinting at "how terrifying the undercurrents in the Imperial Capital are".

Song Cheng habitually turned his head to look.

It was a four-horse carriage, indicating the person inside must be an important figure.

Through the carriage wall, he saw a row of data:

[Strength: 260~500]

[Favorability: 100]

Song Cheng narrowed his eyes and lightly coughed.

This cough, insignificant to the common ear, made the carriage slightly lift a corner of its curtain. Through the gap, a pair of eyes briefly locked with Song Cheng at the noodle stall before lowering again.

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Early morning...

In the small woods behind a luxurious mansion, an elderly man in refined attire who carried the deanor of a mountain was silently standing by with his hands hanging down.

The cold winter moonlight traveled through the exquisite winter exotic flora, casting flickering shadows.

Drifting fragrances and captivating scenes seed to suggest that even though it was winter, the winter in the Imperial Capital differed from that of the Northern Border.

The refinedly dressed elderly man, now advanced in years, had white hair, wrinkled skin, and eyes full of hardships.

He had undergone many experiences and was filled with patience.

Soon, the crisp sound of rustling leaves arose.

The elderly man turned to look and saw a man wrapped in thick cotton clothing walking out.

The man exuded a subtle aura.

The elderly man imdiately bowed down, respectfully saying, "Grand Tutor Qin Wanquan greets the master."

This was his first ti seeing the man before him, yet deep in his soul, there was an innate sense of submission, as if "a child seeing their parents", "a servant seeing their master", a natural return to allegiance.

And this Qin Wanquan was naturally the man Song Cheng had seen the previous night.

Song Cheng observed the elderly man.

Though old in years and with white hair, black strands were subtly reerging at the roots of his hair.