Chapter 648: Claiming the title of Emperor

“Lord Xie, it’s been a while.”

Yang Chuannan pressed his right hand on his sword, straightened his back, and stood outside the fence with a mellow voice:

“This year’s winter has been extraordinarily difficult ah, I originally thought that Lord Xie would die in the prison, but I didn’t expect you to have survived.”

Xie Lu’s head moved, and his voice was hoarse as he gazed through his disheveled hair at Yang Chuannan outside the fence:

“What are you doing here, persuading me to submit to the Rebel Party?”

Yang Chuannan nodded, “This is your only way out, don’t expect the imperial court to come to your rescue, the hallowed Minister of Prefecture was imprisoned for half a year without anyone asking. Lord Xie is a smart man, he should know what this means.”

Xie Lu slowly said:

“Yunzhou is already out of the court’s control, and if I’m not mistaken, the Yunzhou officialdom was already under your control between the time I took office.”

Yang Chuan Nan laughed:

“Not under my control, but under the control of the city lord. Ever since I became Yunzhou’s Minister of Prefecture, I have been secretly cultivating my party and raising my cronies, and it wasn’t until a year ago, when the forces of the Witch God Cult, led by Song Changsu, were uprooted, that I was able to take complete control of Yunzhou’s officialdom.

“Now the entire Yunzhou is under our control, including your life.”

The squires of Yunzhou, the local prestige clans, as well as the scholarly class, have all submitted to the Subterranean City.

Some of them had voluntarily surrendered without choice, and some of them were secretly supported by Subterranean Dragon City itself.

The entire Yunzhou, which spanned 10,000 miles, could quickly break away from the control of the Da Bong court in a short period of time, and what was manifested here was the heritage of the several hundred years of operation of the Subterranean Dragon City.

“Lord Xie is a two-listed scholar and has a reputation as an official, Subterranean City needs talents like you. Lord Xie, a good man chooses a tree nest in a tree, a good minister chooses his master’s business.”

Yang Chuannan advised bitterly, “Subterranean Dragon City is the place for you to make your mark.”

Xie Lu laughed, “It’s a pity.”

“Pity?”

“It’s a pity that this seven-foot body, empty reading a bellyful of holy books, can only lift the pen, can’t kill. It is said that a hundred useless is a scholar, unwilling to admit it, but at the moment, it is indeed so.” Xie Lu lamented.

Yang Chuannan’s face was slightly cold as he said:

“Ten years of hard work is not easy, ah, Lord Xie can take the body of the humble family, to today’s position, really tolerate most of his life’s blood, a day scattered?”

“Unbearable,” murmured Xeru, in a hoarse voice, as he leaned against the cold wall and looked up once more into the sunlight that shone in through the air-holes:

“But more than that, I’m afraid of being spurned by my descendants in a thousand years. Surname Yang, do you know who I admire the most?”

Yang Chuannan looked at him coldly.

“It was Zheng Xinghuai, the Prefect of Chuzhou, who made the readers under the sky understand what it means to ‘give up one’s life for righteousness’.”

Xie Lu sneered, “That’s just it, there’s nothing to say to people like you.”

Yang Chuanan nodded:

“In that case, without further ado, Lord Xie is seeking mercy.”

He drew his long sword and cut the chain.

Clunk!

The cell door was kicked open, Yang Chuan Nan stepped forward, the iron sword in his hand was passed forward, the tip of the sword stabbed into Xie Lu’s chest, pinning him to the wall behind him.

Xie Lu gripped the sword blade with both hands and struggled in pain for a few moments.

His hands were stained with warm blood, and the life drained out of him quickly with it.

Yang Chuannan kindly laughed:

“I forgot to leave time for Lord Xie to write a suicide note, so if there’s anything else you want to say before you die, just open your mouth or you’ll never get the chance.”

Xie Lu has nothing to say, just remembered his youth, the years of picking lamps and studying hard.

At that time the Battle of Shanhaiguan had not yet been fought, and the late emperor had not yet been repaired, and the Dafeng had a good wind and rain, and the country was at peace.

However, since the Battle of Shanhaiguan, everything has changed. The state of Dafeng is weakening, and there are disasters every year, and they are getting worse every year.

Xie Lu is a person who has experienced the peace and prosperity of the world, and he has seen this country with his own eyes, step by step towards weakness, and become old and dying.

He, like many readers, poured out his heart and soul, hoping to save the country and bring it back to the top.

But he didn’t make it, because he was going to die.

At the end of his life, Xeru snapped:

“Someone will avenge me, and you and other disorganized people will die without a burial place.”

He stared at Yang Chuannan dead in the face and mocked wantonly.

The laughter stopped at the highest pitch of summer.

………

Yunzhou City, Capital Commander’s Mansion.

Yang Chuan Nan returned to the mansion, striding towards the study, pushing open the door to see Ji Xuan, who was flipping through the folders.

“Young Lord! The enthronement ceremony is about to begin, why are you still here?”

Yang Chuannan frowned repeatedly.

“Less than ten thousand stragglers have been gathered, the number is far from what was expected.” Ji Xuan put down the folders and asked:

“What’s going on?”

Yang Chuannan laughed bitterly, “Yang Gong has blocked the border of Qingzhou, the stragglers can’t pass through, unless they go over the mountains or around to the neighboring states, they can reach our Yunzhou. This Yang Gong, it’s not easy to deal with.”

Ji Xuan nodded.

Yang Chuannan urged again, “In half an hour, it will be His Majesty’s enthronement ceremony, and you, as the Crown Prince, cannot be absent.”

Ji Xuan, however, shook his head, “I won’t be appearing at the throne ceremony and have my own place to go.”

Subterranean City was used as a “hiding place” during the hibernation period, and now that my father is going to be crowned emperor, it is natural for him to make it public, and the crowning ceremony was held in the center of Yunzhou City, at the Baidi Temple.

Ji Xuan asked, “That Xie Lu, is he willing to submit?”

Yang Chuannan shook his head, “I have already killed him.”

“It’s good to kill.”

Ji Xuan had a tone of casual conversation as he faintly said, “Readers are most afraid of being late in life, but this is also a fulfillment.”

………..

White Emperor Temple.

Today, all the officials of Yunzhou City gathered at the White Emperor Temple, including the officials of Qianlong City, and the dark silhouettes stood in the square, with the civil officials on the left and the five officials on the right. Well-organized arrangement.

In the ensemble of drums and music, the middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe and a Pingtian crown slowly stepped out of the White Emperor Temple.

Normally, the ascension of a prince to the throne is a major national event, and the ceremonies are complicated, especially as the transition between old and new emperors is often accompanied by mourning, so only whips are sounded and no music is played.

The new ruler also had to wear mourning clothes, kneel three times and kowtow nine times in front of the spirit of the late emperor, and perform rituals at the ancestral temple, among other things.

However, these do not apply to the situation at hand and are therefore omitted.

This yellow-robed Son of Heaven led the civil and military officials to offer sacrifices to heaven, and then stood on the high platform in front of the White Emperor Temple, overlooking all the officials, with a majestic demeanor.

A white-robed warlock from the Heavenly Superintendent, standing in a side-bottom position and facing the hundred officials, unfolded the imperial decree in his hand and said aloud:

“Since the rebellion of Wu Zong, the ancestors hidden in the mountains, endure humiliation, generations to this day, I dare not forget the ancestral teachings for a moment, the potential to motivate and take back the kingdom ………

“Nowadays, the court of Da Feng is corrupt and the new ruler is incompetent, so that the people are not happy and are in mourning. I as Ji’s descendants, the royal family orthodoxy, the pain and suffering, I should rise to the top of the call, to save the tide of madness ……..

“Now in Yunzhou called the emperor, take the country name of “Guangfu”, hope that you and other loyal support, and seek common hegemony.

“The country builds the crown, the rite from the long first wife, the world’s capital is in. My first son Ji Xuan, both civil and military, the will of heaven belongs to, established as the crown prince, the right place in the East Palace.”

The white-robed warlock finished reading, collected the holy decree, and stood aside silently.

The civil and military officials knelt down and shouted “Long live His Majesty”.

In the sky above Yunzhou City, the Royal Wind Boat hovered silently.

Ji Xuan stood by the side of the ship, listening to the thunder of cries from underneath, which could be clearly heard even from high up in the air.

The people of Yunzhou City gathered in the streets and alleys outside the White Emperor Temple to observe the ceremony.

For them, it doesn’t matter who is the emperor, what the people care about is always “food and clothing”. Father only reduced taxes for three years, and then easily enlisted the people of Yunzhou.

“If we don’t advance to Transcendent at this time, when will we wait?”

A gentle voice suddenly sounded, clear light rose, and Xu Pingfeng, dressed in white, appeared inside the Royal Wind Boat.

“Just wait for the State Master!”

Ji Xuan laughed.

Xu Pingfeng nodded slightly, raised his hand, and grabbed at the air.

The scattered dragon qi let out a silent roar and was unwillingly taken into his palm.

With another flick of his fingers, a dozen or so dragon qi rushed into Ji Xuan’s body as much as they could.

It was as if there were golden dragon shadows roaming in his eyes, shooting out brilliant golden light.

Xu Pingfeng then flicked out two more invisible and qualitative Qi Luck, which converged into Ji Xuan’s body.

This was the qi of the two vajra of Du Nan and Du Fan, and he used the means of a Second Grade Qi Practitioner to turn these two strands of qi to his own use.

Of course, personal fortune could not be compared to national fortune, and just by relying on a three-pronged approach, Ji Xuan could not possibly absorb the blood dan and advance to the third rank.

That’s why the enthronement just happened.

The Crown Prince of Yunzhou was naturally blessed with good fortune.

Although this fortune was far from being comparable to Xu Qi’an, who was burdened with half of the Great Feng’s national fortune.

“I can only let the dragon qi stay in your body for a quarter of an hour, advance quickly.” Xu Pingfeng said.

Even though he was a Second Grade Warlock, it was difficult for him to knead the dragon’s qi, and he could only exert influence and for a limited time.

Ji Xuan fished out the box from his bosom and opened it with a “pop”, a ray of pure blood light reflected into his pupils.

A huge breath of life filled the Royal Wind Boat.

Ji Xuan’s hands trembled slightly with difficulty, and he heard the sound of his heart, thumping wildly, in his chest.

This blood dan into the stomach, there will only be two endings, either become a Transcendent Realm martial artist, among the peak ranks of the Kyushu Continent. Either you die and turn into ashes.

The State Master had said that even with the dragon’s qi, the qi of the two vajra, and the qi of being a prince, the probability of successfully refining the blood elixir was still less than fifty percent.

The time to gamble for life has arrived ……… Ji Xuan held the blood dan and closed his eyes.

What flashed through his mind were the twenty years of enduring humiliation, the stoicism of sweating and practicing in private, and the expectations that Daoist Banana Leaf held for him before he died.

Gollum.

The blood elixir turned into a rolling hot stream that rushed and surged into the stomach pouch.

Ji Xuan’s skin turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye as he clutched his stomach in pain and curled up on the deck.

Pain, heartbreaking pain ……..

Pain beyond the limits of what was humanly possible overwhelmed him, causing him to lose most of his consciousness in just one instant.

“Ho ho ho ……..”

Blood flowed out of Ji Xuan’s mouth, and blood seeped out of his eyes, nose, and ears.

The skin cracked extensively and the flesh was torn from the inside out.

If this continued, the collapse of the physical body would be unstoppable.

Xu Pingfeng looked on indifferently.

“Dying, is this death? My flesh has collapsed, my five organs and six are damaged, and my vitality is rapidly annihilating, why hasn’t the State Master saved me ……..”

In a daze, Ji Xuan’s remaining will was still thinking, he wanted to call for help, but he couldn’t make a sound.

Because the vocal cords were also destroyed.

The power of the Blood Pill was too overbearing for a mortal’s flesh to withstand.

“It’s hard to imagine how Xu Qi’an held out ……… Yes, he can hold out, why can’t I?”

The moment this thought surfaced, Ji Xuan’s obsession could no longer be calmed.

If Xu Qi’an can, why can’t I?

Are you willing to die like this?

And be willing to watch him shine?

Are you willing to let the future of your kingdom come to nothing?

“Ho, ho, ho ……..”

A meaningless hiss escaped his lips, as if it were a roar of anger and resentment.

A large amount of blood was coming out of his eyes and his eyeballs had dissolved.

Ji Xuan did not see that a golden dragon shadow entwined his body, nor did he see that his collapsed fleshly body appeared to have a tendency to heal.

Flesh and blood crumbled, healed, crumbled, healed ……… The cycle repeats itself.

After an unknown amount of time, Ji Xuan’s consciousness that was on the verge of collapsing gradually recovered and his mind became clear.

In his ears, came the sound of the State Master containing a smile:

“Congratulations on stepping into the transcendent realm.”

Ji Xuan opened his eyes and saw light again.

The dawn of a new life!

………..

South Border, Sky Compass Ministry.

Granny Sky Compass walked out of the mansion with a patio and took a step onto the roof to look out at the sky.

“The Ziwei Emperor Star has moved, and the battle for orthodoxy in the Central Plains has begun. Old man, everything you predicted has come true. The Compassion God, is not far from recovery ……..”

Granny Sky Compass sighed and was silent for a moment, muttering:

“The great chaos is coming, who will be the caretaker?”

……….

Jing Shan City.

On the barren ridge, Saren Agu held a lamb and gazed out to the southwest.

The mountains surrounding Jing Shan City had been drained of his aura and turned into a wasteland because of that battle back then.

Even though the city of Jing Shan has been rebuilt, this place is no longer suitable for living.

“Wei Yuan, this breath you have renewed for the Central Plains is coming to an end.”

Saren Agu drew out, hanging from his waist, a new sheep-driving whip and tapped it gently against his foot.

The next moment, a figure answered the call.

It’s none other than Irb.

“Two things, send the Xuanming Jinshi stone to Xu Qi’an; go to Dafeng to gather stragglers and bring them back to fill the population of the three Jingkangyan countries.”

Arun Agu commanded.

“Yes!”

Ilb bowed and answered, and went away on the royal wind.

…………

At the end of November of the first year of Yongxing, the descendants of the Ji Clan claimed the title of Emperor in Yunzhou, with the name of the state “Fuxing”, Yunzhou was officially separated from Dafeng.

Further pushing the dynasty into the abyss of destruction.

Xu Qi’an was already at the border between the Southern Frontier and the Great Feng when he received a transmission from Huaiqing and learned about the matter.