HISS!
"My God, the Emperor has died?"
"The Emperor was slain even with the King of Divine Artifacts in his hand?"
"How is that possible?"
"Even the King of Divine Artifacts was suppressed so easily? Could this woman, who looks like an angel, be a Sun God-level Power?"
The entire court was utterly terrified, not daring to move an inch, their bodies trembling like chaff in the wind.
Never had they imagined that in such a short span, not only would Marquis Wu Wen, Hong Xuanji, be killed, but even Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, would die.
What was more terrifying was that Yang Pan was obliterated even when wielding the King of Divine Artifacts, the Creation Boat.
The faces of Prince Yang Yuan and Prince Heqin were especially grim.
The two of them, along with Prince Yu Yang Qian, were the pri contenders for the throne. Now that Yang Qian had pledged himself to the Lord of Hongng, who had aided him by dispatching Angel Yan to forcefully slay Yang Pan, their hopes were dashed.
They were done for.
Just as they were about to say sothing, an irresistible and terrifying power descended, effortlessly annihilating their consciousness.
"Divine Envoy, spare ! I am willing to believe in the Lord of Hongng! For the glory of My Lord, I would go through fire and water, not shirking even a thousand deaths!"
Seeing Angel Yan casually extinguish the lives of Prince Yang Yuan and Prince Heqin as if crushing ants, without uttering a single word, the countless cowardly officials in the court were petrified, fearing they would be next.
Angel Yan toyed with the Creation Boat for a mont, then casually tossed it. The Creation Boat transford to about three ters in size and hovered in the air.
Angel Yan sat on the Creation Boat, crossing her legs in her signature style, her ultra-short golden battle skirt revealing a pair of long, silky, eye-catching legs.
However, no one dared to take a second glance.
"A nation cannot be without its ruler for a day. With Emperor Qian, Yang Pan, and Prince Yang Yuan fallen, by the decree of My Lord, I appoint Prince Yu Yang Qian as the new Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty!"
Angel Yan looked down upon the assembled officials indifferently and said, "Who opposes? Who agrees?"
"I oppose!"
The Minister of Rites, Li Shenguang, stepped forward, speaking with righteous indignation and prepared to et death, "Witch, don’t think that with your ghostly immortal cultivation tricks you can control the Magic Tool She Ji! Even if you kill , Li Shenguang, there will be thousands upon thousands of Zhao Shenguangs and Zou Shenguangs!"
"Is that so?" Angel Yan smiled playfully, pointing forward with her fair, jade-like finger.
PFFT.
Li Shenguang’s brow was pierced, and he fell straight to the ground.
"Are there any other Zhao Shenguangs or Zou Shenguangs? Step forward together, won’t you?" Angel Yan’s playful gaze swept over the civil and military ministers. Wherever her gaze landed, everyone promptly lowered their heads, not daring to et her eyes.
"Since there is no opposition, Yang Gan shall be the new Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty!"
"I thank My Lord for His grace! Thank you, Angel Han!" Yang Gan was overjoyed. Although divine authority now completely overshadowed imperial authority, he had no recourse; the Lord of Hongng was too powerful.
So was Angel Yan.
Besides, now that I can cling to the Lord of Hongng’s powerful thigh, what does it matter if divine authority is above imperial authority?
"We salute Your Majesty." The civil and military officials bowed towards Yang Gan.
To be an official in this court, apart from stubborn mules like Li Shenguang, who wasn’t a wily old fox capable of adapting to the prevailing winds?
Under Angel Yan’s suppression, Yang Gan ascended to the throne without any surprise.
At the sa ti, he proclaid to the world that the entire nation would believe in the Lord of Hongng, establishing the Hongng Divine Sect as the National Religion, with Hong Yi as its Sect Hierarch.
The news spread, and the world was in an uproar. No one had expected that in a single day, the Great Qian Dynasty would be so completely transford.
Along with the news, a text titled "ditation thod" also spread. It was said that as long as one prayed, they would receive divine grace and be able to glimpse the majestic and immortal divine body of the Lord of Hongng.
「At Jade Capital City, in the Sanhua Building.」
This was the largest pleasure quarter in Jade Capital City, the favorite den of iniquity for countless nobles and royalty.
In the eastern part of the Sanhua Building, within a secluded room in a five-story edifice, sat a woman of unparalleled beauty, seemingly as ethereal as a fairy.
She was none other than Jade Capital City’s foremost talented woman and the head courtesan of the Sanhua Building—Su Mu.
She was also the contemporary successor of the Taishang Path!
Yang Pan is dead? And even after deploying the Creation Boat, he was suppressed with a single palm by this suddenly appearing Angel Yan, without any power to resist? Su Mu looked at the ssages arriving from the Imperial Palace, her perfect face showing ineffable shock.
As the Sacred Girl of the Taishang Path, she was exceptionally well-read and knowledgeable. But the more she knew, the greater her shock.
The Creation Boat, known as the King of Divine Artifacts, was an artifact forged with monuntal effort by the Primordial Age’s Sun God-level expert, the master of the Creation Path. Its power was beyond comprehension. Her Taishang Path also possessed a King of Divine Artifacts—the Eternal Kingdom. She had a deep understanding of the strength of such artifacts.
Angel Yan, Lord of Hongng... Su Mu mulled over the nas, then looked at the "ditation thod" set aside. This seems like just an ordinary prayer. Can one gain divine favor simply by praying?
Su Mu studied it carefully. She knew the world was full of strange and mysterious techniques, but no matter how much she examined this particular text, she couldn’t find anything unusual.
I’ll give it a try! Unable to contain her curiosity, Su Mu began to recite it softly.
「A mont later.」
Su Mu awoke, her eyes filled with shock and complex emotions.
Is this the Lord of Hongng? He’s truly too powerful... Her heart was in turmoil. She soon discovered that her Cultivation Level had indeed increased.
She recited it once more. She found that although this ti the increase was not as significant as the first, there was still an improvent. She recited it again. The increase was about the sa as the second ti.
In other words, the first recitation yielded the greatest increase. Subsequent recitations resulted in smaller improvents, but these were sustainable and did not diminish further. This was terrifying.
With her intelligence, she could imagine that before long, 99 percent of all beings in the Great Qian World would believe in the Lord of Hongng.
But if the Lord of Hongng bestows such a great blessing, isn’t he suffering a loss? Su Mu was sowhat puzzled. She naturally knew that the Power of Faith could aid cultivation, and many cultivation techniques in the world required it. But the grace bestowed by the Lord of Hongng was not directly proportional to the Power of Faith received. At this rate, he might lose everything, even his underpants.
However, thinking of the Lord of Hongng’s unimaginably majestic figure, thinking of worlds constantly being created and destroyed with his every breath... To the Lord of Hongng, these blessings seed to be nothing more than trivial. Could it really be that he is so wealthy and powerful that he doesn’t care about the cost? Or is there so larger conspiracy at play?
KNOCK KNOCK.
A knock on the door sounded, and Su Mu’s personal maid ca in, announcing, "Miss, Young Master Hong has arrived!"
Hong Yi? Su Mu’s heart stirred. If before she had only known of Hong Yi as Dream Ice Cloud’s son, now his na was renowned throughout the world. The Hongng Divine Sect Master. His power was even greater than Emperor Yang Gan’s. At this mont, her curiosity about Hong Yi grew even more. Her predecessor Sacred Girl’s son... he was now unmatched in prominence.
Su Mu rose to her feet, going out to greet him personally.
As expected of the Taishang Path’s Sacred Girl! When Hong Yi saw Su Mu approaching, a surge of amazent rose in his heart; he was struck breathless by her beautiful face and perfect deanor. Beauty that made one forget to breathe. I’ve only read in history books about beauties whose smiles could topple cities and then nations, and of emperors who loved beauty more than their empires. I always thought those were absurd claims. How could the great Magic Tool She Ji be compared to a re woman? But now it seems there’s so truth to it. If I had to choose between such a woman and the Magic Tool She Ji... The Magic Tool She Ji... an unparalleled beauty... The Magic Tool She Ji... an unparalleled beauty...
All sorts of thoughts erged in Hong Yi’s mind, followed by a sudden awakening. A layer of cold sweat appeared on his back as the image of Maitreya flashed through his thoughts, and his Divine Soul beca clear. After all, he had practiced the supre Divine Soul cultivation scroll, the "Maitreya Sutra." He had also experienced the trial of the Jade Maiden Gaze. Thus, he was capable of standing firm, his Divine Soul strong and unaffected by external temptations such as sound, appearance, scent, or taste.
Hmm? Su Mu approached slowly, her fragrance wafting through the air—not the scent of makeup, but rather a fresh aroma like that of a hundred flowers, which first refreshed the spirit and then induced a dreamlike, ecstatic feeling. This woman of national grace and heavenly fragrance moved with the lightness of a lotus, wearing a light green gauze dress and a white shawl. A few maids followed behind her, making her resemble a fairy from a painting, gracefully descending into the mortal world.
"Sect Hierarch Hong graces us with his presence. Su Mu has failed to greet you from afar; please forgive ," Su Mu curtsied, looking at Hong Yi. Her red lips parted slightly, each word clear and lodious, like pearls falling on a jade plate, causing a tingling in one’s heart and a sense of indescribable comfort that made all the pores of the body open.
No self, no person, no sentient being, no life entity. Beauty is but a painted skeleton, white bones beneath the skin. The teachings of the Maitreya Sutra imdiately flashed through Hong Yi’s mind, warding off Su Mu’s charm. He smiled, "Miss Su, you’re too kind."
"Please, Sect Hierarch Hong, co inside." Su Mu smiled invitingly, beckoning with her hand, inwardly Weiwei surprised. I’ve practiced the Taishang Path’s Heavenly Maiden ditation thod to the realm of manifestation. Without even needing to use arts that bewitch the mind, my every casual gesture, with spirit and flesh united, carries the aura of a celestial maiden or goddess. And yet, Hong Yi is entirely unaffected? Is it because his power is profound and his ntal fortitude as firm as a rock? Or has his scholarship reached the state where he carries Saints in his heart, his Divine Soul exceptionally resolute and filled with an all-pervading noble spirit? He’s truly extraordinary.
As her thoughts spun, Su Mu led Hong Yi into the room and brewed a cup of tea for him.
"Does Miss Su know why I’m here?" asked Hong Yi, lifting the teacup and taking a light sip, getting straight to the point.
"What other purpose do n have when they co to the Sanhua Building?" Su Mu said with a coy smile, her light green gauze dress fluttering Weiwei as though she were a fairy about to ride the wind, inspiring in onlookers an urge to rush forward and seize her.
Hong Yi shook his head, "Sacred Girl Su, why feign ignorance?"
"Oh? Is Sect Hierarch Hong here to slay demons and eliminate evil, to exterminate , the Taishang Path’s bewitching woman?" Su Mu heard the words "Sacred Girl" and knew that Hong Yi was aware of her identity, but she wasn’t overly surprised. Not many knew her identity, but it wasn’t difficult for those who truly wanted to find out. Hong Xuanji and Yang Pan had both known her identity.
"No, I’m here to bring Nature to Miss Su!" Hong Yi said.
"What kind of Nature?" Su Mu smiled lightly, not believing a word.
"Miss Su must have witnessed the greatness of My Lord. The Nature I speak of is to offer you up as a living sacrifice during the worship of My Lord."
Hong Yi’s words caused Su Mu’s eyebrows to furrow slightly. What kind of Nature was this? Making soone into a sacrifice was Nature? What a joke!
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