“Dynastic fortune…”
At Huang Donglai and Murong Xiao’s blank stares, as if they had made some decision upon hearing Xiao Qian’s words.
“Thankfully, I wrote down my experience with rebellion back then.”
Huang Donglai silently took out that coronation manual.
“Old Huang, prepare a few bottles of strong medicine. I will attack in the guise of a disciple from the Floating Temple, and together we will grow stronger and recreate our glory.”
Murong Xiao clasped his hands:
“Buddha protect us. After success, I will have my adoptive father confer me the title of National Teacher, and daily accumulate merit for you.”
Xiao Qian: “…..”
The two of them act as if it’s all too real.
How could they be so well-prepared?
After a while, the atmosphere among the three quickly turned somber again.
In Wan Chun Ting’s top-floor room.
Deep into the night, the lights were bright. There were many people in the room, but it was silent enough to hear a pin drop.
A figure lay on a soft couch. His breathing could not be heard; he seemed like a rag doll pieced back together after being broken.
His dense scars still oozed bl**d, staining the robes of Ying Bing, who held him, with a mottled pattern of bloodstains.
“The eight-pattern Heavenly Patching Talisman from Tianbao Workshop didn’t work?”
“Has Little Treasure come? Let him lick Little Treasure’s face… try that…”
Shang Wu held a wine gourd, scratching her head.
The wrinkles on Elder Han He’s face were deep enough to crush a mosquito.
“You say that Little Treasure is the Dragon Tiger Golden Talisman? It is a powerful medicine, its potency too intense. Li Mo might not be able to withstand it.”
Qin Yuzhi, once the leader of the Huan Shen Sect, had knowledge in various fields, including medicine.
She proposed several methods, but none had much effect.
As for Li Mo, he entirely relied on Ying Bing’s ability within her Inner World, ‘the Inverted Journey,’ to maintain himself.
In simple terms, time flowed exceptionally slowly on Li Mo’s body, dragging his pace toward the end.
“Just now, how did he seem better? Was it the effect of the medicine?”
Shang Wu’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Ying Bing’s jade-like face was pale, almost transparent, and she said dazedly,
“It wasn’t the effect of the medicine; it was the power of the masses.”
Her ancient bronze tree seed remained in Li Mo’s Inner World.
It was a miraculous power considered as creation, temporarily steadying his Consciousness Soul and physical form, replacing the small world.
But it was not the original small world.
“His Inner World should be related to the power of the masses. Because he is widely talked about, his Inner World has improved somewhat.”
“But… that isn’t enough.”
Ying Bing reached out to stroke his cheek, genuine pain surging through her heart, a dull ache opening a chasm in her soul, leading to an endless abyss, causing her to keep falling…
Returning to life, she faced everything with confidence.
But for the first time, she found herself helpless at this moment.
He shattered his own world, achieving her heavens, but what could she use to save him?
“If the power of the masses can help, then… what about the dynasty’s fortune?”
Familiar voice made Ying Bing pause. She looked up and saw that it was Shang Wu speaking.
Shang Wu no longer appeared carefree and reckless, but solemn and serious.
Now, she looked less like the fighting queen of Qingyuan Sect and more like a noble Vermilion Bird.
“Fortune is condensed from the power of the masses, which is better, but apart from Da Yu…”
Ying Bing paused, as if she understood something, gripping the large-headed doll tightly in her hand.
She was wise, and some things had already been experienced once.
With a little calm reflection, some things became clear.
Why did the Huanmo Sect specifically target Qingyuan Sect, even positioning a senior as a pawn?
Why did the downfall of Qingyuan Sect happen so abruptly?
Why did the Bronze Divine Tree, long destroyed, still retain its divine aura in Qingyuan Sect?
These were secondary matters.
What mattered was, there was hope.
“There is still the dynasty’s fortune of Da Shang in the imperial tombs.”
Qin Yuzhi sighed and revealed the true reason she stayed in Qingyuan Sect.
“I will have Little Qingluan lead me back to the sect to prepare.”
Shang Wu placed the wine gourd on the table and turned to leave.
“Well, there’s no time to worry about that anymore. I’ll toss myself around for a bit.”
Elder Han He rose with a complex expression.
The elders of Qingyuan Sect had suffered much from Shang Wu, but this time, they rarely agreed.
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Today is the era of Da Yu. How scorching would the fortune of Da Shang be? Buried deep in the imperial tombs, it’s fine, but once exposed to the sun, who knows what kind of storm it would stir in the tumultuous Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
But if there’s no one left, what’s the point of anything else?
Shang Wu and Shang Qin Qing left together.
While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they exchanged looks and tactfully left the room.
The room became even quieter.
After a while, two drops fell with a pattering sound, tears shattering on his dry lips.
Ying Bing carefully wiped them away, softly saying,
“I’m going to take you home soon. When you wake up, we’ll see the mountains and rivers together.”
Although in her previous life, she had always been alone.
But now, she couldn’t bear to think about the days without him.
Without him in the future.
She had already experienced it once.
…
An ex-seventh realm demon saint whose abilities were entirely focused on speed—how fast could he be?
On the same day, a streak of green light tore through the sky above Ziyang Mansion.
“The celestial trial, even Da Yu’s crown prince was beaten purple-eyed during the Qianlong Conference. What can he do?”
“Now, I don’t know how the conclusion went. The timing should be right.”
“No news yet. Could it be that Shang Wu caused trouble in the Imperial Capital?”
“If she really caused trouble, we will issue a statement, saying Shang Wu is a temporary elder with no direct connection to our sect, and we won’t bear any responsibility…”
Shang Wencang and the elders were eating hotpot in the mountain peak hall, waiting for news from the Imperial Capital.
As everyone knew, if the news brought wasn’t good, it would likely be bad news.
But if Shang Wu hadn’t secretly gone to the Imperial Capital, the elders would have to sing while eating hotpot.
“Don’t worry, there are people in the entire sect who can control her in the Imperial Capital. It’s not a big problem.”
Shang Wencang didn’t appear overly worried, smiling as he stretched out his chopsticks.
After fishing for a while, he looked at Qian Bufan in puzzlement,
“I just put in the raw beef, did you eat it?”
“I… I didn’t.”
Qian Bufan’s mouth was full of oil, his fat cheeks shaking like a tambourine.
Before the sect master could ask further, Qian Bufan sighed and remarked,
“The food at Qiushui Pavilion is still the best. When will Xiao Mo come back? I’ve lost weight since he’s been gone.”
Just as he finished speaking.
A streak of green light fell in front of the hall from the sky.
“?”
Everyone stood up, ready for battle. The opponent was clearly a powerful figure.
Showing up without an invitation letter, it must be someone who means business…
Hmm?
“Shang Wu? Han He?”
“What’s with your hairstyles?”
Shang Wu’s hair was blown to the back by the wind, forming a funnel shape, solidified in place.
Han He was the same, wearing sunglasses.
“Let’s set aside other matters. I have something to announce.”
“Is it Xiao Mo?”
“Yes.”
“How is he?”
The elders stood up, their expressions excited, ears perked up, even Old Qian forgot about stealing vegetables.
“He’s about to d*e.”
“So I said… what is this?”
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“What kind of injuries does he have?”
“Why aren’t you watching over him there and rushing here in such a hurry?”
“Quiet down, let me announce something.”
Shang Wu crossed her arms, making the elders quiet down, and loudly said,
“Get ready, I’m going to dig up my family’s ancestral graves.”
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