Qin Liuxi gathered her thoughts, and the fierce Karmic Fire vanished along with them. She curled her finger and flicked it against her left index finger.
"Trying to trick , I’ll burn you to death," she snorted heavily.
She looked up again, suddenly feeling sothing wasn’t right. Oh no, her instinctive protection had acted too quickly. With this fire, even that yin soul was burned. Who knows what it was, and when did it possess?
Qin Liuxi turned her head, looked at the fallen Yu Linglan, walked over, and probed his Spiritual Platform Divine Mansion with her hand, then retracted it, glancing around.
No one was around at the mont, so should she just flee the scene?
This unlucky child’s three souls and seven spirits had been mostly devoured, he was bound to beco a fool. If she tried probing his soul again, he’d likely directly end up in soul scattering, becoming a dead man.
Qin Liuxi looked at his features and sighed. Born in the Yu Clan, he was a fair gentleman, second only to Yu Changkong, but he had a heart full of contention and jealousy. If it weren’t for this, relying on the Yu Clan’s Qi Fortune and Feng Shui, he might at least be sowhat protected?
Thinking of leaving, Qin Liuxi recalled Yu Changkong. She lifted this man up, stepped into the Void, and soon arrived at the Yu Clan, throwing him into one of the courtyards, before heading to the Yu Clan’s ancestral tomb.
The Yu Clan had their Qi Fortune stolen back in the day, and now Yu Linglan was possessed. The possession by the yin soul bore Si Luo’s handiwork, who knows if he had any follow-up plans?
The moon concealed itself deep within the clouds.
Qin Liuxi stood in the Void, looking down at the ancestral tomb, took out materials acquired from Si Lengyue, leaped several tis over the area, and set up an Array of Qi Fortune Backlash.
No matter who tries to sneak attack, they would suffer backlash from the Array.
She guarded against Evil and Si Luo.
After all, the Yu Clan’s Qi Fortune was thicker than many noble families. If it hadn’t been largely stolen back then, it would have been even more prosperous.
To prevent it from being entirely taken away, she decided to be cautious.
Having completed all this, Qin Liuxi tore a paper man from the talisman paper, attached a Sound Transmission Technique, and cast a Spell on it, then released it.
The little paper man waved its arms at her, hopping off in a crooked leap.
Qin Liuxi: "..."
Was her technique rusty? The paper man seed to have uneven legs, how could she make such a basic mistake?
It must be the residual effects from dealing with Prince Zhao’s misfortune.
No matter.
"A family’s foundation must be guarded by itself, if it cannot be maintained, then no one else can be blad." Qin Liuxi left behind these words, disappearing into the Void.
And after she left, a shadowy figure appeared tentatively in the great tomb of the ancestral grave, feeling the entire tomb enveloped in the Array, and felt incredibly relieved.
It still needed that kid Changkong to be skilled, these connections are indeed quite impressive!
Far away in the northwest, following Qi Qian, Yu Changkong sneezed, ignoring the concerned gaze from Qi Qian, and pointed at the map, saying, "The northwest is the territory of the Quan family, you can’t think about military power, but it’s necessary to build a good impression. I’ve looked into it, military pay isn’t being distributed, soldiers are sowhat disheartened, you should use your private funds to cover it, the lower the rank, the more necessary the military pay is."
Qi Qian nodded, "I think the sa, but I’m afraid Quan Ji might think I’m buying the hearts of the people."
Yu Changkong laughed, "You’re overthinking it. If the Quan Family Army were so easily swayed, the Quan family’s reputation wouldn’t be so great."
Qi Qian felt sowhat embarrassed, "It seems I was too shallow."
"It’s understandable for soone of your Imperial Family lineage to think this way. If it were Prince Zhao here, he might have had the sa thought," Yu Changkong said indifferently.
As his words fell, familiar footsteps echoed from outside.
Quan Ji had arrived.
But accompanying him was also the eunuch from the capital declaring the decree, and the content of the decree left them slightly surprised and astonished.
"Prince Rui, hurry and receive the decree." The eunuch with a pale, beardless face smiled broadly.
Qi Qian shouted long live thrice, received the decree, and remained unsettled for a long ti, rewarding after sending them out.
Quan Ji and Yu Changkong exchanged a glance, "Prince Rui, are you prepared?"
This legitimizes his birth, and everyone present understood what this represented.
Qi Qian regained his composure, bowing to the two of them, "Please, both of you assist ."
He must sit safely upon that throne.
Quan Ji left the military camp, watching the drifting snowflakes, exhaled deeply, and strode away.
Qi Qian looked at Yu Changkong, "Changkong, do you think the decree’s content is true?"
Yu Changkong was indifferent, "Does its truth really matter? You’re Prince Rui, son of Imperial Concubine Gongmin, much better than being the son of a noted Princess Consort Ru, isn’t it?"
Qi Qian thought of that woman, his eyes turning cold, eventually just agreeing with a sound.
Yu Changkong spoke with him for a while before returning to his own tent, reviewing the upcoming arrangents, just as he was about to lay down, hearing a whizzing sound.
He turned his head and saw a paper man with uneven legs appearing from the Void, circling around him once, then self-combusting without a fla, as Qin Liuxi’s transmission entered his ears.
Hearing her words, Yu Changkong frowned, so ridicule and chill in his tone. The royal family’s heartlessness was indeed not exaggerated. If Qi Qian found out, what would he do?
And the matter with Yu Linglan troubled him sowhat. His second brother was no longer the sa as before, no wonder the discord. His forr self was not like this.
Being foolish, well.
Keeping alive, he would be safe within the clan until old age.
Yu Changkong let out a long sigh.
In the palace.
Word circulated that Prince Zhao Mansion was inexplicably struck by lightning, half of the house collapsed, and the Yu Family child vanished without a trace. anwhile, Prince Zhao straightforwardly claid there was a ghost, his leg mysteriously turned into uneven ones, demanding to find a Mage for exorcism and ghost hunting, annoying the Saint who was still recuperating.
In an eventful year, let’s not even ntion it, his Dragon Body ailnts left him bedridden, and the State Preceptor vanished without a trace, leaving him feeling abandoned and toyed with.
Furthermore, news from the Ministry of Justice kept him concerned.
Changsheng Hall was sealed, the Boss apprehended, but he caused chaos at the Ministry of Justice, wrecking it significantly before soundlessly escaping, making him feel imnsely threatened.
The commander said the Boss seed a bit strange, not quite like a typical businessman, rather like an alchemist with skills reaching the heavens.
Skills reaching the heavens.
The State Preceptor was like this, so was a dicine shop’s Boss, as well as disturbances from the Buddhist and Taoist paths, all making him feel frightened and threatened.
His mountain didn’t seem as stable as he imagined, there were many invisible dangers, and he wasn’t the supre existence as perceived by the people, soone still stood above him.
This thought made him particularly uneasy.
Hence, the Saint’s temper beca increasingly volatile and irritable, scrutinizing and doubting everyone.
Beside his couch, no one should be allowed to sleep soundly.
A threat must be crushed in the cradle, a heavenly-skilled alchemist included.
Lin Xiang noticed the Saint’s peculiar murderous intent, feeling worried, there was no ti to delay, the Crown Prince must be decided soon, then hold the national mourning!
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