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Chapter 47: The Imperial Capital's Peril
Chapter 47: The Imperial Capital's Peril
Zhi Yuan made a note of the invitation.
However, the Demon Extermination Conference in three hundred years?
There was no way he could wait that long. Three hundred years, and even the Qing Dynasty would be long gone.
He ignored the annoying wooden cat puppet's incessant meowing and didn't bother throwing the small wooden fish into its mouth again.
Zhi Yuan stood up and patted the wooden cat puppet's head, gazing at the bright morning outside. "A day's plan lies in the morning!"
He shook off his lethargy and scanned the contents of his storage bag.
Upon seeing the mountain of books and cultivation technique jade slips piled up, his face fell.
"In this other world, I still have to work 996!"
At the Black Mountain Sect, Zhi Yuan had gone to great lengths to empty the Library Tower of its books and cultivation technique jade slips.
For Zhi Yuan, cultivation techniques were the most important things.
After all, most of the cultivation techniques in this world were not suitable for him.
He needed to read other books, accumulate knowledge from the information he gathered with his eyes, and then perfect his own cultivation techniques.
Last time, using his junior sister Jiang Ling Su's cultivation technique jade slips, there were over 600 techniques, and it took Zhi Yuan two whole days to skim through them.
Now, he had to look at far more than 600 techniques, and books were much harder to comprehend than cultivation technique jade slips.
Additionally, the last time he only skimmed through Qi Condensation Stage techniques, but now he had to carefully study Foundation Establishment Stage techniques to perfect them.
There was no way he could finish reading all these books in a month.
Zhi Yuan buried himself in the books, reading intently.
He was extremely meticulous in his reading.
Because this was the foundation for creating his own Foundation Establishment cultivation technique.
He read the dull cultivation techniques even more carefully than he did advanced mathematics.
Unfortunately, his reading speed was painfully slow, and it took him a long time to finish a single technique, which was nothing compared to quantum reading.
"It's better to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage sooner and release my divine sense. That way, reading won't be so tiring," Zhi Yuan flipped through the books, feeling that divine sense was truly an amazing ability.
Unfortunately, he had to wait until the Foundation Establishment Stage to release his divine sense and use quantum reading.
...
For several days, Zhi Yuan spent his days reading and his nights playing the game.
With Xiao Jia's support, Zhi Yuan was strong enough to walk sideways in the Robe Forbidden Zone.
Although he still couldn't kill the Ugly Robe Monster King, his growing strength allowed him to inflict damage on it.
The terrifying Ugly Robe Monster King had no way to deal with Zhi Yuan.
It could only let Zhi Yuan rampage through the Robe Forbidden Zone, slaughtering everything in his path.
Strong Sword Skull Splitter!
"I don't have a head, how can you split my skull?"
As always, Zhi Yuan provided voiceovers for the Robe Monsters in the Robe Forbidden Zone, amusing himself and finding some enjoyment in the monotonous task.
Otherwise, the boring grind of killing monsters would be too dull.
His experience bar skyrocketed.
At level 89, he was not far from reaching level 90.
Zhi Yuan glanced at the approaching Ugly Robe Monster King and thought, "Time to run!"
He didn't want to fight the Ugly Robe Monster King just yet; it would be better to wait until he reached level 90 when he'd have a better chance.
Zhi Yuan immediately logged out.
He had killed enough monsters for the day and couldn't stay online any longer; his brain couldn't take it.
After separating from Xiao Jia, Zhi Yuan dug a hole as he usually did.
Suddenly, he spotted a few purple fruits growing on a crooked tree in the graveyard.
They looked like a combination of grapes and apples.
He picked some and took a bite; a sour taste, like bayberries, exploded on his taste buds: "Not bad. Do you want to try one?"
He offered one to Xiao Jia.
Xiao Jia didn't respond.
Zhi Yuan sighed, "Without a mouth, you can't eat, and you can't... We still need to get a divorce!"
Xiao Jia looked pitiful and slid out a wooden plaque with a sticking face.
Zhi Yuan smiled and hugged Xiao Jia, then climbed into the hole.
He adjusted himself into a comfortable position, lying like a salted fish on a bed, holding the cool Xiao Jia, and sent a message to Jin Li.
But when he looked down at Xiao Jia, who was obedient and adorable, he hesitated.
He already had a wife, and now he was chatting with a female online friend. Did this count as cheating?
It seemed that after the divorce, the court would likely rule that he had to compensate her.
He had nothing to his name, just a great treasure sword.
Zhi Yuan shook his head, "I didn't mean anything by it."
Jin Li was like the gentle breeze by the river at night, cool and refreshing, like a light drizzle on one's body.
"Has there been any unusual activity at Sima Ting?"
"Be careful."
"I'm almost done with the Robe Forbidden Zone. Maybe I can help you."
"Good night, I'm too tired to stay up late gaming. I need to get up early tomorrow to study."
Seeing these messages, Jin Li, dressed in fine silk and gauze, also replied with a "Good night."
At this moment, a worried frown creased her face.
A few days ago, a Royal Powerhouse from the Chancellor's Mansion had died under mysterious and brutal circumstances.
This should have been good news for Jin Li, but she couldn't bring herself to feel happy.
Sima Ting and her maintained a delicate balance.
Now, with a Royal Powerhouse's demise, Sima Ting might no longer care about face or legitimacy and could force a palace coup.
Recently, the military movements in Nan Qian Kingdom had been extremely frequent.
Jin Li could sense the oppressive aura of the military formations, shrouding the imperial capital.
All she had to rely on were a mere thousand imperial soldiers.
The imperial power had been relegated to a mere figurehead twenty years ago.
How could she possibly turn the tide now?
Exhausted, Jin Li succumbed to her weariness and slowly fell asleep.
Unbeknownst to her, a major plot was unfolding within the Chancellor's Mansion.
The once arrogant and noble Chancellor Sima Ting now resembled a subservient hunchback.
Beside him stood two figures, one fat and the other thin.
The fat one was the very demon Sima Ting least wanted to see.
In his early days, he had relied on this demon's power.
This was his weakness.
The thin one was a Royal Powerhouse from Tian Yun Sheng Men.
He never expected that these two would be connected.
Now, the two most powerful forces in the world had set their sights on Nan Qian Kingdom.
The pressure fell squarely on Sima Ting's shoulders.
The thin Royal Powerhouse narrowed his eyes, "Sima Ting, they're just mortal soldiers. What's there to be upset about?
You'll be greatly rewarded for this. In three years, when the Holy Lord's plan succeeds, you can choose any of these dozen countries as your own."
The demon Royal Powerhouse burst into hearty laughter, "Those who achieve great things don't get bogged down by trivialities."
Recently, the demons, with the help of Tian Yun Sheng Men's surrogate, had killed the true Holy Lord.
As a reward, Tian Yun Sheng Men would cede Nan Qian to the demons.
And so, this demon Royal Powerhouse arrived with the Supreme Overlord's decree, leading the way.
The initial plan was simple: wear down Nan Qian's military might and forge a Supreme Imperial Artifact—the Bloodless Imperial Staff.
The requirements for crafting this staff were extremely stringent.
Hence, he contacted Tian Yun Sheng Men to pressure Sima Ting.
Sima Ting was forced to mobilize his troops and enter the imperial capital.
They set up a grand formation, concentrating the oppressive aura of the military formations. By sacrificing an entire city and intensifying the blood aura to the extreme, they could create the Bloodless Imperial Staff, a Supreme Imperial Artifact.
All of this would consume Sima Ting's foundation.
His troops and the entire Nan Qian Kingdom would be used up.
Sima Ting wanted to object, but faced with the two most powerful forces in the world, he could only submit.
His life was now in their hands.
Hearing the promises of rewards from Tian Yun Sheng Men's powerhouse, Sima Ting had no choice but to comply.
"Everything will be done as the esteemed lords command. All troops are slowly entering the city."
Previously, Sima Ting had stationed his troops outside the imperial capital.
Now, he was just letting them enter, and it would be swift.
"Sima Ting, very good. You have ambition and know when to advance and retreat. Tian Yun Sheng Men won't let your efforts go unrewarded." The thin Royal Powerhouse patted Sima Ting's shoulder, satisfied, "Once this is done, you'll have a Hall Elder's token, and in Tian Yun Sheng Men, your status will be no lower than mine."
Sima Ting's heart leaped with joy upon hearing this.
That was what he had yearned for.
With a Hall Elder's token, he would be the chess player overlooking a dozen countries.
Not like now, where even with great power, he was just a pawn at the mercy of others.
"Thank you, esteemed lord!"
The demon Royal Powerhouse opened his mouth wide, "I heard that Nan Qian's Empress is a beauty with a face that could launch a thousand ships.
I've always enjoyed collecting wine vessels. When the imperial capital falls, leave the Empress's head for me. A beautiful woman's head, and that of an Empress, is perfect for holding wine. The taste will surely be exquisite."
Sima Ting shuddered at the thought but nodded in agreement.
(End of Chapter)
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