The Primordial Law

Chapter 183 Shocking Change
Yang Qingxi smiled: "The master of Luantai is the Second Palace Master. Can Jiang Ning resist her will?"

"So, the Sui Dynasty has really collapsed completely? I thought you would leave a way out for yourselves, or you wouldn't be so anxious to collapse." Zuoqiu Ting said in a tentative tone.

Yang Qingxi saw through her thoughts and did not answer her.

"The fact that Miss Yang did not go to the seventh-floor pavilion actually means that Sui Zong is still hesitating and wants to observe the situation further." Li Weiyi sighed in his heart. He did not expect that the situation in Lizhou would change so drastically in just a few months. No wonder the war has entered a stalemate.

He said: "What is the purpose of this Far West Ash Region?"

"They just want to make the entire Lingxiao habitat as chaotic as possible, and then march eastward to swallow us all up. Cooperating with them is like seeking the skin of a tiger, and there will be no good end."

These words were not said by Zuoqiu Ting and Shi Shishi, but by Yang Qingxi.

Zuo Qiuting smiled and said, "Is this all Miss Yang's insight?"

Yang Qingxi has always liked to hide his shortcomings, but at this moment, her competitive spirit was aroused. So, she curled her red lips slightly, waved her sleeves, and wisps of magical energy flew out.

"Wow!"

The plates, cups and bowls on the table were moving quickly. Shi Shishi's hands were very fast, but he didn't pick up anything with his chopsticks. He looked at Yang Qingxi speechlessly.

In a moment, the dishes and drinks on the table were arranged in the pattern of the Twenty-Eight States of Lingxiao.

She stood up and said, "The Far West Ash Region is close to the Western Territory, where the layout and infiltration are the deepest. Ten years ago, in the battle of Cangyuan, the imperial court's thousand-year-old army, the Xihai Slave, was defeated. The Ash Spirits were involved, and then the seven states in the Western Territory were in chaos."

"After ten years of chaos and war, the population of the Western Territory has dropped by 40%, which is the worst among the four territories. Of the seven states, two belong to the imperial court, three belong to the powerful families, and the remaining two belong to the Quanrong and Querong respectively. The backer behind the two Western Rong bandits is the Far West Ashes."

"There is no doubt that the Far West Ashes Region intervened in the South Border this time in order to replicate the chaos in the West Border. First, they supported Yecheng and Sanchen Palace, used Suizong, defeated the Jiuli tribe, and occupied the entire Lizhou. Then, they took advantage of the forces of Guanshan, Licheng, Tianyaling, and others to attack Zuoqiumen together."

"When the Snow Sword Tang Court of the north, the Dragon Gate and the Thunder Sky Sect of the east meet at the foot of Lingxiao City and are defeated by the imperial army, it will be the time for the Cinder Spirit to come east and burn all the twenty-eight states of Lingxiao."

Qian Yanzhen stared at the layout on the table, his eyes deep and strange: "Since the Far West Ashes are the common enemy of the world, why are there still people willing to be used? Why can't everyone join hands and deal with them first?"

Zuo Qiuting laughed sarcastically and said, "Even when the Grand Palace Master was at his wisest and most decisive, he was unable to unite the world's strength to destroy the Far West Ashes Region. This shows how powerful they are."

Yang Qingxi nodded: "No one will think that they are being used. They will only think that they are using the Far West Ashes Region and borrowing their power to do their own things."

There was a commotion outside the pavilion and from the shouting, it was obvious that the court's top masters had arrived.

From the south tower you can only see the sea view but not the grand spectacle over there.

But the palace became quiet, because everyone knew that the imperial masters would have to pass through outside. For these martial artists who were pretending to be from the imperial camp, there was naturally psychological pressure.

Zuoqiu Baiyuan was in a good mood. He filled Li Weiyi's glass with wine, held the cup with both hands, and said in a flattering manner: "Brother Li, Baiyuan offers you a glass of wine as an atonement for the previous contempt."

Li Weiyi declined: "I never drink..."

"How can you not drink? The fish head is facing you." Shi Shishi had wanted to eat the fish head for a long time, but it was too far away and he couldn't reach it.

Li Weiyi brought the fish to him and was about to replace the wine with tea when the sound of dense footsteps and noisy conversations spread from the first floor of the pavilion to the fourth floor and reached the door of the south pavilion.

As if time had stood still, everyone at the table looked over, staring, motionless.

The leader of Fengge "Ge Xiantong", the leader of Luantai "Jiang Ning", the leader of Lintai "Chen Ziliang", and a large number of court masters passed by the door. They were all dressed in official robes and looked noble. There were many figures and footsteps, and the sound of whispers and conversations was endless.

There were also dozens of masters of the younger generation in the army, all wearing armor. The cold murderous aura from them could be felt through the doors and windows, and the thoughts of fighting with swords and horses filled one's ears.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open by a palm.

Before the person outside the door appeared, the surging energy had already rushed in.

More than a dozen martial arts masters of the young generation of the imperial court, dressed in black official robes and long-winged official hats, entered the room one after another. Half of them were women and half were eunuchs. They looked majestic but also had a very negative aura.

They made way and retreated to the left and right.

"You guys go first, I'm going to settle some personal grudges." A familiar and pleasant voice came from outside like the sound of nature.

Jiang Ning walked in with his hands behind his back, his body filled with white feathers and magical energy, his skin glowing, his eyes covered with a three-finger-wide piece of white dragon-patterned gauze that hid his beautiful eyebrows. His official robe was also different from that of the others, it was spotless white, with five phoenixes embroidered on it, and his heroic aura was mixed with a sense of mystery and haziness.

Everyone in the palace felt the incomparable mental pressure from her, especially those from the Sui Sect.

"Yang Qingxi, why are you sitting on the fourth floor? With your cultivation..."

Jiang Ning saw Li Weiyi sitting next to Yang Qingxi, paused, and said in a colder tone: "You shouldn't be here."

Yang Qingxi sat in his seat, not looking at her, and transmitted his voice with his magical energy: "Jiang Ning, before resolving personal grudges, you'd better think clearly. It is the court that needs Sui Zong now, not forcing Sui Zong to the opposite side for the sake of momentary pleasure."

Jiang Ning raised his right hand.

A female official immediately appeared behind her and handed the sword to her.

"Shh!"

Jiang Ning just raised his sword and the sword light poured down like a galaxy waterfall. Sheng Qingyan, who had escorted Zhuang Yue, had been beheaded. With a bang, his head fell onto the plate on the table. This scene was extremely horrifying, and blood splattered a few feet away.

Shi Shishi, who was sitting next to Sheng Qingyan, was so frightened that he held his breath and shrank there as if frozen, not daring to look back at Jiang Ning.

"Do you think you are important? Killing you will not change the decision of the top leaders of the Suizong."

Jiang Ning turned and left, leaving behind a sentence: "Change the room for the frightened guest and serve the best wine."

The young martial artists in official robes at the imperial court chuckled and left like a tide.

Only Yang Qingxi was left, with eyes as cold as frost, his silver teeth about to break, his fingers clenched, his whole body trembling, and he could only force himself to swallow this great humiliation.

Yang Yue and Yang Zhiyong recovered from their shock and looked at Sheng Qingyan's headless corpse, which was still oozing blood. They said, "Miss... let's go. We've been here before. We came to apologize. Who would have thought... she..."

Yang Qingxi was very kind-hearted. He recovered in a moment and said calmly, "Let's go! Li Weiyi, be careful after you leave Tiange. It's hard to walk on the road at night. Everyone is prey. Either you eat me or I eat you."

After saying this, Yang Qingxi picked up Sheng Qingyan's head and ordered the two Yangs to carry the body. Then, in the shocked gazes of all the martial artists in Mingyue Qixing Pavilion, he went downstairs, attracting onlookers along the way.

Shi Shishi recovered and said, "Brother Weiyi, she is very angry... I'm afraid she can only vent it on you!"

Li Weiyi asked: "Can you escape?"

Shi Shishi suddenly looked worried and had no appetite at all.

Beside the carved railing of the seventh-floor pavilion, Jiang Ning put one hand behind his back, as if standing on the clouds, looking down at the three people from the Sui Sect walking away along the jade steps below.

Beside him, the voice of Lintai leader Chen Ziliang rang out: "She is deliberately playing the victim, and at the same time, she is leaving a way out for Suizong, so as to silently fight back against you. You are not hitting her enough!"

Jiang Ning's thoughts were not on Yang Qingxi. He said to himself, "She is self-righteous, doesn't listen to advice, and is rebellious. It's a headache."

"I can cure your headache and make sure she doesn't survive the night..." Chen Ziliang said with a smile.

Jiang Ning glanced at him and said, "What's the big deal about killing Yang Qingxi? Long Dian and Lu Cangsheng are coming. Who can you beat, the first and second in the East Territory?"

Chen Ziliang's eyes were cold and his voice was sharp and feminine: "Then I will weigh them later and send them back to the east."

……

When we moved to the next room, the table was much quieter.

Qi Wangshu sighed, "I was able to see Fairy Yu's elegance from such a close distance, but unfortunately the dragon veil covered my eyes and I was unable to see her stunning appearance. This is really a great regret in my life. There will be no such opportunity in the future!"

Zuoqiu Baiyuan said: "This Fairy Yu is very generous. She knew that we were fake guests, but not only did she not expel us, she also changed our room and sent us the best wine."

Li Weiyi seemed to be thinking about something, and asked Zuo Qiuting: "The veil that Jiang Ning is wearing to cover her eyes is quite special. Is there any explanation for this?"

Zuo Qiuting said, "That is the Dragon Soul Veil. She should want to master the Dragon Awakening Technique before the Qianlong Lantern Festival. She wants to borrow the power of the dragon soul that has been sealed for a thousand years by the imperial court to increase her trump card strength."

As time passed, everyone in the pavilion was waiting for the arrival of the inheritors of Longmen and Leixiao Sect so that they could witness the fierce battle between the two sides.

noon.

The dragon roar and thunder sounded together, echoing for a long time, resounding throughout the heaven and earth.

A large number of masters from Longmen and Leixiao Sect came from the ground and the sky respectively, riding dragon-scale beasts and lightning birds.

There were hundreds of people from the Dragon Palace, Dragon Court, Lu Cangsheng, and the top geniuses in the East Territory who were affiliated with the two major forces. They set up their ceremonial guards and were all waiting outside the gate of the first floor pavilion.

In the southwest room of the fourth-floor pavilion, everyone could not see what was happening over there, but could feel the lively atmosphere in the square.

"Longmen and Leixiao Sect have given Zhu Huan enough face. The three inheritors and all the top masters are all waiting there to welcome him." Li Weiyi sighed.

Zuo Qiuting said, "They are not only giving face to Zhu Huan, but also to Zhu Men. The East and West regions have joined forces, and the court is under great pressure. I want to see how the three above will respond."

A quarter of an hour later, the top martial artists from the Zhu family arrived, and the lively atmosphere at Mingyue Qixing Pavilion reached its peak, attracting the attention of the world's talents, as if witnessing a historic moment.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a boiling and noisy sound came from under the pavilion.

A cry of surprise: "Something bad has happened. Long Ting has killed the inheritor of Zhumen..."

Hearing this, the usually calm Zuo Qiuting's face suddenly changed. He smelled a conspiracy, and his figure disappeared from his seat, saying, "Hurry up and leave Mingyue Qixing Pavilion. Something big is going to happen today!"

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