In the Martial World, there will always be people dying, and sects falling.
But no one ever imagined that even a top-tier Great Sect like Cihang Jingzhai could fall, and that even those Fairies within, pure and graceful like flowers, could die. Who would dare to think, even less dare to act?
Perhaps it’s no longer a question of daring or not, but of willingness or not.
What kind of person would be willing to strike against these Fairies as beautiful as celestial beings?
Even soone as ruthless as Demon Master Pang Ban had once bowed before the Fairies, never had he struck them harshly.
However, when the four magical words "Black Wind Village Chief" erged from all channels, the tumultuous noise fell silent.
Those who knew of Black Wind Village Chief’s thundering and blazing iron-fisted thods understood.
What most in the Martial World are unwilling to do, this person is certainly willing to do.
Because he lacks the gentle heart that pities the flower and cherishes the jade.
What most in the Martial World dare not to do, this person certainly dares to do.
Because in his dictionary, there’s never been a question of daring or not, only doing or not doing.
In just three days, the news of many Cihang Jingzhai descendants falling, and the shattering of Di Ni’s Golden Body swiftly spread to all vassal states, almost no one was unaware, fueled by the ripple effect amongst the Abnormal People.
The impact of this event was unprecedentedly enormous.
The entire righteous sect forces in the vassal states’ Martial World were shaken and enraged.
Even within the two paths of evil, there were those who lanted what was lost, regretting in tribute.
Had the perpetrator and their forces not been so fiercely aggressive, one fears a sect would have proclaid and condemned them that very day.
Even so, an undercurrent targeting the Black Wind Village Chief and Black Wind Village had already begun brewing and surging.
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Ming Country.
On the day the news of the Cihang Jingzhai incident broke, Prince Yan Di, who had been delaying appearing before the New Emperor under the pretense of healing from his severe injuries, declared to the public that his condition had initially improved and that he was about to enter the capital to present himself humbly for punishnt.
Simultaneously.
Within the Ming Palace, the midday sun shone brightly, making the palace pavilions and towers gleam.
In a heavily guarded pavilion, the New Emperor Zhu Yunwen finished reading the secret letter in his hand, waved everyone away, and stepped alone into the depths of the pavilion. He turned an ancient vase on a bookshelf, which moved aside, revealing a deep passage leading to an unknown destination.
At this mont, a silhouette appeared like a Ghost.
He was tall, slender, and erect, dressed in plain cloth. In the dim setting, his thin, elongated face was notably striking, especially the sunken eye sockets setting off the prominent aquiline nose, giving an impression of steadfastness and depth. He bowed slightly towards Zhu Yunwen.
"Has the Emperor considered this thoroughly?"
Zhu Yunwen felt slightly uneasy, but his eyes gradually flashed with a piercing brilliance, stating, "In the days when the Supre Emperor was in power, you, the Ghost King, were his most trusted, yet he still died. What reason do I have to continue trusting you?"
The Ghost King chuckled lowly, saying, "If the Emperor does not trust soone like who stands outside the affairs, who in this vast court can be trusted?"
Zhu Yunwen’s expression changed subtly, his deanor turning somber as he said in a deep voice, "Do you think the Black Wind Village Chief is just a reckless person? Do you think he won’t think of your Ghost King Mansion? Now that he’s subdued even Cihang Jingzhai, defying him would be like stopping a cart with one’s arms."
The Ghost King responded indifferently, "The Emperor is correct, and so, even when Zhu Wushi’s forces were imposing upon Yang Province, Zhenjiang, and Changzhou, I had already relocated my mansion’s personnel and assets entirely. The Ghost King Mansion has truly beco the Ghost King Mansion; no one has seen ghosts before, and now no one in the Martial World can see the Ghost King Mansion either."
Zhu Yunwen gritted his teeth, saying, "It seems you never had any faith in the Supre Emperor from the start, and had long made other plans."
The Ghost King, "Discussing this now is aningless. I only ask the Emperor, what are your plans now?"
Zhu Yunwen stared at him for a while before replying, "In my body, the Black Wind Village Chief has already done sothing, unless you can remove it for ; otherwise, it’s pointless."
The Ghost King chuckled, shaking his head, "That’s impossible. Not that it can’t be done, but that even if it were done, the Emperor would not be far from death. You can’t even harbor hostility towards the Black Wind Village Chief; with his level of skill, he’s fully aware of your every thought in his presence."
Zhu Yunwen, half-believing and disappointed, said, "If that’s the case, then I might as well be a contented Emperor, do whatever he says."
The Ghost King smiled faintly, "The Emperor speaks the truth. For now, that’s exactly what you need to do. Do whatever he tells you, beco his puppet without arousing suspicion. That’s sufficient."
Seeing the doubt in Zhu Yunwen’s eyes, the Ghost King said, "The reason for doing so is because the ti isn’t right to oppose him yet.
He’s almost single-handedly brought down Cihang Jingzhai, and sooner or later, the Martial World will rise against him, leaving him overwheld. That will be our opportunity to develop slowly. You must understand, once the ti is right, we can naturally help you break free from his control."
Zhu Yunwen’s eyes showed a flash of eager surprise, but he feigned calmness, saying, "What would you have do? What do you want?"
The Ghost King gently smiled, unbuckling a sheathed Longsword from his waist. Holding it aloft with both hands, his eyes shone brightly, "I want you, Emperor, to continue listening to him. Also, this is Heaven’s Anger. You must sar the sword with Dragon Blood every three days. Be sure not to let anyone find out you have Heaven’s Anger. In a hundred days, I will visit the Emperor again."
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