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Chapter 225: “Honorable Lords, I'll Take My Leave”
Chapter 225: “Honorable Lords, I’ll Take My Leave”
Qing Kingdom’s capital stood as its keystone of stability. The city’s atmosphere reflected the realm’s fate—if the capital thrived in peace, the kingdom remained secure. This morning, however, tranquility shattered. News of the fallen Guillotine Dragon Pass spread like wildfire, plunging the court and citizens into chaos. Rumors spiraled: some claimed Demonic Sect cultivators had been sighted eight hundred miles away.
“Worthless! All of you are worthless!” King Qing’s roar echoed through the Golden Hall. Gone was his regal composure; his face twisted with rage. Kneeling before him was Zhong Xin, the Number One Scholar—a hero once hailed as the nation’s brightest mind. Now, bloodstained and drained of vitality, he remained silent, enduring his sovereign’s fury.
“Your humble servant has failed,” Zhong Xin murmured.
“Failed? Failed? I entrusted half my kingdom to you to defend Guillotine Dragon Pass! And now—dead or scattered within days!” King Qing hurled a vase at Zhong Xin. The shattered porcelain clattered against his unmoving form. Yet after venting his fury, the king hesitated. He knelt, steadying Zhong Xin himself.
“I lost my temper,” King Qing muttered. “Forgive my outburst.”
Zhong Xin shook his head. “I willingly accept any punishment Your Majesty deems fit.”
“Ah, you’re too loyal,” the king sighed. “None in my court match your devotion. By now, others are probably packing to flee.”
He gestured to a pile of scrolls. “Read them. Since the Jiangbei rebels besieged Guillotine Dragon Pass, eighty-one factions have risen. Each bears the Demonic Sect’s fingerprints—Chongguang hides among them.” Slamming a fist on the table, he spat, “If this continues, they’ll storm the palace itself!”
The thought chilled him. Born with celestial favor, crowned by the Jiangdong Heavenly Monarch, he’d never imagined commoners sullied with rebellion defiling his throne.
“No more delays!” King Qing’s voice firmed. “I grant you the Imperial Sovereign Sword, bearing the symbols of my full authority. You will quell these traitors!”
The Dao Court system, built on order, crumbled in chaos. Its blessings to cultivators weakened as stability faltered. King Qing feared even his royal mandate could no longer empower Zhong Xin to True Man-level strength if delays continued.
Summoning eunuchs, he hastily prepared the ritual—offering the imperial sword, jade scepter, and axe. Normally a grand ceremony, urgency forced simplicity.
“Rely on you, I must,” the king said, handing over the artifacts. Zhong Xin accepted them, bowing deeply. As the royal mandate flowed into him, his cultivation base surged past Foundation Building Mid-Stage.
King Qing watched, pleased—until Zhong Xin’s power kept rising. Foundation Building Late-Stage… then past its limits. Divine Abilities flared around him, his aura rippling with perfection, untainted.
Unnatural, the king realized too late. Zhong Xin’s power should’ve been borrowed, revocable. Yet it grew, unshackled.
A cold blade pierced his chest.
“Assassinate Sovereign! Twined Steel!”
The invisible blade, amplified by Divine Essences, slipped through his guard. King Qing’s eyes widened. An assassin? Here?
His gaze caught a glint of paper—a prophecy: Lv Yang slays King Qing before the throne.
Heaven-Sundering Malice’s curse transformed Lv Yang’s fate. With Life-Bound Divine Ability [Determine Kinship], he’d bypassed all Karmic Causality barriers, teleporting from thousands of miles away. No effort, no resistance—only a single strike.
Blood sprayed. The king split in two. The palace fell silent. Thunder rumbled. The capital darkened beneath storm clouds.
Zhong Xin rose. His face—once loyal, ever humble—twisted into a smirk.
If the king lived, he thought, he could reclaim his power. But now…
The façade cracked. Flesh sloughed off like a mask, revealing a familiar visage.
Chongguang.
Lv Yang’s mind raced. Zhong Xin was never reborn—he’d been Chongguang’s vessel all along. Even True Monarch Qingcheng Feixue’s divination couldn’t pierce this deception. His “reincarnation” was an illusion; his false rebellion narrative—a smokescreen.
From top or bottom? Chongguang chose the latter: seize the throne itself.
The Dao Court’s end had begun.
(End of Chapter)
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