My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult-Chapter 368 - 268 The Nameless Heart Scripture is
Chapter 368: Chapter 268 The Nameless Heart Scripture is Complete
Chapter 368: Chapter 268 The Nameless Heart Scripture is Complete
Zhao Xuening’s tone carried a hint of regret, but it was not for herself; it was for Zhao Chongyin.
Zhao Chongyin took slow steps towards Zhao Xuening, hesitating slightly with his footsteps, “Now, you must make your choice.”
“Choice?”
Zhao Xuening replied with a smile under Zhao Chongyin’s watchful eyes and slowly took a seat on the Dragon Throne, “Brother, I think it’s time for you to make a choice.”
Hmm!?
Zhao Chongyin’s pupils sharply contracted; he couldn’t understand why, at this moment, Zhao Xuening could still behave so fearlessly, and whether this attitude was just for show or truly genuine.
And all these thoughts flashed by in an instant. Zhao Chongyin thought of something, clenching his fists tight, and sneered coldly, “Are you trying to buy time for the Ghost Swordsman?”
The only reliance Zhao Xuening had was that Ghost Swordsman, also his biggest trump card.
Zhao Xuening sat on the Dragon Throne, her expression growing solemn, “What do you think?”
Zhao Chongyin looked at Zhao Xuening’s expression before him and felt somewhat bewildered. That Zhao Xuening was no longer the little shadow always crying behind Zhao Mengtai; she was now like a female sovereign who commanded the world.
The Golden Throne Hall was resplendent with gold and brilliance, yet it was eerily quiet.
The silence was almost frightening.
The decorative golden swords hanging on both sides shone brilliantly under the refraction of the sunlight.
Although Zhao Xuening was still smiling, her smile conveyed an extreme chill.
Although Zhao Chongyin’s features were also cold, his heart burned with fervor.
That was the pressure he was exerting on Zhao Xuening.
He believed that, as the Crown Prince, whether it was the power he had wielded over the years or the innate authority he possessed, it was enough to overwhelm an ‘ordinary person.’
And the reason his heart was afire was because of the imperial throne Zhao Xuening occupied; if he could kill Zhao Xuening before him and obtain the Great Yan Jade Seal, then he would truly fulfill his desire and become the Emperor of Great Yan.
Become the most powerful figure in the world and above Jianghu.
A ray of sunlight pierced through, landing on the floor of the Golden Throne Hall, on the plaque, on the throne, on Zhao Chongyin’s silhouette, and naturally, on Zhao Xuening’s eyes.
Zhao Chongyin swore he had never seen such eyes before—the indescribable brilliance that shone from a pair of eyes.
At this moment, he felt fear in his heart just as Zhao Mengtai once did when facing Zhao Zhiwu.
Perhaps those standing below naturally harbored a hint of fear and trepidation when looking up at someone above.
The fervent heat within Zhao Chongyin began to dissipate, slowly turning into a chill.
The next moment, Zhao Xuening stood up.
Zhao Chongyin clearly saw it, but to his surprise, everything before him vanished in an instant.
The Golden Throne Hall and Zhao Xuening had disappeared.
The confidence he held dearly vanished as well.
His vision was left with darkness, and this darkness lasted only a brief moment; when his senses came back to him, his vision was filled with light.
The Golden Throne Hall was still the same.
And looking at Zhao Xuening, so close at hand, his heart had completely turned cold.
Zhao Chongyin reached out to touch his neck.
It was wet and somewhat warm.
That was blood.
A living person always has warmth somewhere, either on the body or in the heart.
Once the heart turns cold, then the blood must be warm, and if the blood is cold, then the heart must be fervent.
If everything is cold, then it must be a dead person.
“Brother, this is the path of your own choosing.”
Zhao Xuening turned and walked back to the Golden Throne Hall, continuing to sit on the Dragon Throne.
“You…”
A glimmer of disbelief flashed in Zhao Chongyin’s heart; he was a master at the Peak of Three Qi.
Even if he had been careless just now, only a Five Qi Grandmaster or a Great Grandmaster could have inflicted such a severe blow on him.
Could it be that Zhao Xuening also had hidden her true strength?
But that was impossible; Zhao Xuening had practically grown up under his watchful eye, with terrible martial arts aptitude. How could a milksop girl deceive him—how could that be possible?
Moreover, she had no reason to hide herself like he did, nor was it possible for her to conceal herself so deeply.
But why did she suddenly possess such terrifying power?
Even if Zhao Zhiwu had died and his cultivation had been accumulated, it was impossible for Zhao Xuening to absorb and refine it in such a short time.
Zhao Chongyin abruptly realized something, an epiphany dawning in his eyes.
The slight doubt in his heart cleared up completely.
Perhaps from the beginning, both Zhao Xuening and he were hiding a decisive resolve for a killing blow.
“Thump!”
Zhao Chongyin fell to the ground, his handsome and refined face pressing against the floor of the Golden Throne Hall, his pupils wide open, his chest heaving rapidly, blood flowing from his neck onto the ground, staining it red.
At this moment, Zhao Chongyin didn’t resemble a Crown Prince about to rule the world; he looked more like a dying beast.
From his eyes, you could only see coldness and resolve.
And the eyes of Zhao Xuening above were even colder.
Eventually, Zhao Chongyin’s breath ceased completely.
The Crown Prince of Great Yan died in the Golden Throne Hall.
His eyes remained wide open, gazing at the Dragon Throne so close above.
She extended her hand, and the overwhelming True Dragon Qi seemed to be suppressed, disappearing without a trace.
Clatter! Clatter!
At that moment, dozens of experts rushed in from all directions, including the Five Elements, the Sword-wielding eunuch Zhong Binru, Tianpeng Ancestor, Xu Qianyue, Meng Zhaodou, and other royal experts.
The person leading the group was none other than Zhao Tianyi.
Looking at Zhao Chongyin, who had fallen to the ground, Zhao Tianyi quickly clasped his fists and asked, “Your Highness, the Princess, are you alright?”
Zhao Xuening said indifferently, “I’m fine. Zhao Chongyin, who was preparing to rebel, has been killed. You must quickly spread this news to quell the internal chaos.”
Zhao Tianyi said, “Understood.”
Everyone looking at Zhao Chongyin’s body on the ground felt a chill in their hearts. This Crown Prince, who once held immense power, now lay dead in the Golden Throne Hall, instilling fear in all who saw it.
The Tianpeng Ancestor came over and said softly, “Meng Hao was killed by the Ghost Swordsman, and many experts from the Heavenly Prison have surrendered. However, it seems they’ve pledged allegiance to the Demon Sect, not to the Royal Family.”
The power of the Demon Sect now looms subtly above the Royal Family, especially with the formidable strength of the Ghost Swordsman, who is known as the premier martial artist in Great Yan. If it were just his singular strength that was profound, it would be one thing, but now, the entire Demon Sect is powerful, vastly surpassing the Zhenyi Sect and the Buddhist sects. It seems that if the Ghost Swordsman wishes, he could even replace the Emperor with a puppet.
Zhao Xuening said indifferently, “Outer Heaven is, after all, a religious faction of Great Yan, sharing both its glory and its perils.”
Upon hearing this, the Tianpeng Ancestor took two steps back and spoke no more.
“Your Highness, the Princess.”
At this moment, a familiar voice sounded, and An Jing entered with a composed expression.
During today’s battle for succession, the most eye-catching was without a doubt the young swordsman before them. First, he had thwarted State Preceptor Xiao Qianqiu, who had sided with Zhao Chongyin, and then he had slain the evil king Meng Hao, a supreme expert of decades past.
According to related intelligence, three Five Qi Grandmasters have now died at the hands of this swordsman, an utterly shocking development.
If not for the escape of a thread of consciousness from the Earth Vein Spirit, loosening the shackles of heaven and earth, and the consequent increase in strength of Zhao Zhiwu, Zongzheng Huachun, and Xi Hafu, the highest pinnacle of martial arts would otherwise have been the realm of the Five Qi Grandmasters.
An Jing glanced at the body of Zhao Chongyin on the ground, and his heart stirred. He hadn’t expected Zhao Xuening to be able to kill Zhao Chongyin. On Zhong Mountain, Zhao Chongyin had already revealed a hint of his cultivation, which was at least at the Master level. So how exactly had Zhao Xuening managed to slay him?
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Zhao Xuening glared at An Jing with feigned annoyance and said, “I’ve told you, you can just call me Xuening.”
“Your Highness is too polite,” An Jing said, smiling as he clasped his fists.
He was aware that from today onward, Zhao Xuening before him would be the undisputed Empress of Great Yan. Given such status and position, it was best for him to maintain a certain level of propriety.
In the midst of this, the eunuch Bai Mei entered, holding an Imperial Decree that immediately drew everyone’s attention. He was a trusted confidant of Zhao Zhiwu, even referred to as “adoptive father,” and had not taken part in any of the day’s battle for succession.
Bai Mei moved to the forefront, took out the Imperial Decree proficiently, and said, “Zhao Xuening, receive the decree.”
Hearing this, most present knelt down.
Taking a deep breath, Bai Mei said, “By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: I do not know when I shall pass away, nor do I know who will truly inherit my throne. However, I believe that whoever gains the throne must be the unique and rightful Emperor of Great Yan. Henceforth, any member of the Royal Family standing here today shall acquire my throne, regardless of gender, legitimacy, or birthright. From this day forward, they shall be the Emperor of Great Yan. Moreover, in the box in the Imperial Study Room, I have left a secret instruction to be safeguarded by the future Emperor of Great Yan. Let it be known!”
“Palace Master An Le, receive the decree.”
“This son receives the decree,” Zhao Xuening said calmly as she accepted the Imperial Decree, her face showing neither joy nor sorrow. Perhaps this scene had already played out countless times in her mind.
Listening to this, An Jing’s mind stirred. He hadn’t anticipated that the Great Yan Emperor would choose his successor in a manner akin to nurturing gu insects, which explained why there was first Zhao Mengtai and then Zhao Xuening.
In reality, Zhao Xuening didn’t have many cards to play. If it weren’t for his defeats of Xiao Qianqiu and the slaying of Meng Hao, many things might have turned out differently.
This method of succession had its advantages and disadvantages. The advantage was that each Emperor who ascended the throne was no ordinary individual, but the downside was it caused instability in Great Yan’s affairs and presented opportunities for external enemies.
Now, the gaze of everyone present upon Zhao Xuening had completely changed, for starting from today, this breathtakingly beautiful woman before them would be the new Emperor of Great Yan.
Zhao Xuening took the imperial decree, glanced at the messy Golden Throne Hall, and said, “There is much to be busy with now.”
An Jing clasped his hands and said, “Indeed, if there is anything Princess needs, please do not hesitate to ask.”
Zhao Xuening expressed her concerns, “Although the internal environment of Great Yan has been cleansed, the external crisis is still unresolved. Zongzheng Huachun’s cultivation is profound and unfathomable, and there are still hundreds of thousands of elite troops near the Royal Court. We must not take them lightly, especially with the Southern Barbarians and Zhao Country lurking menacingly, the latter with its Black Ice Platform.”
An Jing nodded. Zhao Xuening’s worries were certainly not unfounded. The external situation for the Great Yan Dynasty remained extremely severe. Though Houjin had suffered heavy losses, Zongzheng Huachun’s strength had not been damaged at all; in fact, it was still growing, and he was even on the verge of breaking into the Great Grandmaster Realm.
If Zongzheng Huachun were to break through to the Great Grandmaster Realm, the battle situation in the north would become unpredictable.
An Jing took a deep breath and said, “Leave the matter of Houjin to me.”
Zhao Xuening’s eyes, gentle as water, replied, “Then I’ll trouble you with that. I will have a banquet prepared tonight, where we can have a good chat.”
An Jing clasped his fists and said, “Very well, I shall take my leave now.”
Having said that, An Jing left with the many skilled cultivators.
At this moment, the sky had just brightened, and there was still some time until evening. It seemed that Zhao Xuening too had to start making her moves.
Zhao Tianyi watched An Jing’s retreating figure and murmured, “If such a person is not under control, it’s detrimental to the state and its people.”
What is imperial power? It is the most supreme existence.
Here was a master who, with his power alone, could nearly overturn the imperial power, a cause for great concern.
If An Jing were so inclined, he could even significantly support another prince as a puppet to take control of the court the very next day—an impact frightening to contemplate.
It now seemed that the Ghost Swordsman was not such a person, and Outer Heaven did not possess the arrogance of Jiang Shang who towered above the world, but no one knew if he would change.
After all, the most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart, and the easiest thing to change is also the human heart.
The Tianpeng Ancestor had once said as much, and now Zhao Tianyi repeated these words to himself.
Not only did those who mingled in Jianghu understand this, but those seated in the halls of power could also clearly see the advantages and risks involved.
Zhao Xuening’s beautiful eyes lingered on the direction in which An Jing had disappeared, and she remained silent for a long time.
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At the crack of dawn, the sky began to lighten.
News of what had happened in the Imperial City quickly spread throughout Yujing City, with spies from various forces sending the information to all corners of the world. From early morning until dusk, the citizens of the capital could see eagles and falcons flying high in the sky continuously.
An Jing returned to the Demon Sect’s base, where he had now obtained the Beidou Seven Stars Technique. The incomplete Nameless Heart Scripture could finally be completed, and he was also very curious about how astonishing the Nameless Heart Scripture would be once it was restored.
In the secret chamber, An Jing took out the Beidou Seven Stars Technique given to him by Xiao Qianqiu.
As soon as the Beidou Seven Stars Technique was taken out, his mind was immediately surrounded by a burst of golden light.
“Golden opportunity!?”
An Jing took a deep breath, a hint of astonishment appearing in his eyes.
The last time he encountered a golden opportunity was at the Dragon Locking Well, but the Earth Vein Spirit was not so easily obtained, making the golden opportunity out of reach for the moment.
Now, with the complete Nameless Heart Scripture, it was a bona fide golden opportunity, and An Jing wanted to know what it entailed. Without hesitation, he began reciting the Beidou Seven Stars Technique silently, following its circulation path to fill in the gaps of the Nameless Heart Scripture.
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