Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 391 Sorry, I was just kidding (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
The sarcastic laughter had barely begun when Emperor Yuanjing was astonished to see that Wu Xian, without even turning his head, swung his left hand, which was not holding a sword, backward and directly caught the sword light, preventing it from advancing any further.

As the light faded, a bronze sword with an ancient design was revealed, its spine etched with ancient patterns, and its blade enveloped in a thin, pale golden light.

The Sword That Protects the Nation!
The Great Feng royal family's most treasured possession, the sword of the founding emperor, was enshrined in the Yongzhen Mountain and River Temple for many years to suppress the Great Feng's national fortune. At the same time, it was blessed by the national fortune for more than 600 years, transforming from an unparalleled divine weapon into a magic treasure, with power even surpassing that of the Human Ancestor Iron Sword.

Legend has it that this sword is specifically designed to destroy the physical bodies of martial artists, possessing the ability to continuously erode vitality and hinder wound healing. Once wounded by it, even an immortal martial artist would find it difficult to resist.

But now, Emperor Yuanjing saw Wu Xian catch the divine sword with his bare hands, his palms gripping the blade tightly as it tried to break free. Sparks flew between them, and not a drop of blood was even scraped off.

"You might not believe it, but even if the Great Ancestor of the Great Feng Dynasty jumped out of his coffin to fight me, I was confident I could kill him again, let alone a broken sword without a master."

After saying that, countless dazzling runes suddenly burst forth from Wu Xian's hand, covering the surface of the Zhenguo Sword like tadpoles. Then, with a faint mournful cry, the Zhenguo Sword became completely still, and even the light on its surface gradually dimmed, as if it were no different from an ordinary bronze sword.

"Any other tricks? How about we call the Spirit Dragon over and try it out?"

Wu Xian smiled coldly, and in the next instant, he appeared in front of Emperor Yuanjing and punched him in the abdomen.

With a bang, the fist pierced through his body, tearing the Taoist robe on his back, and even his spine seemed to protrude, leaving a clear bloodstain.

Emperor Yuanjing's eyes bulged out. Even though this was just an assimilated clone and wouldn't affect his main body, the pain was no less intense.

He opened his mouth, wanting to cry out in pain, but an extreme feeling of constriction came from his throat, making it impossible for him to even breathe.

Wu Xian lifted him high above his head, then slammed him to the ground, laughing heartily, "How was it, Your Majesty? How did it feel to be beaten? Wasn't it great!"

Emperor Yuanjing's eyes widened in anger, as if he were about to breathe fire, but he was helpless.

This body's strength and cultivation are too poor, not even reaching the extraordinary level, so it is completely unable to resist. Its combat power is probably comparable to a peak martial artist of the first rank.

Unless his true form appears and merges with his Yang spirit, only then will one have the strength to fight him.

but……

"As expected of the emperor, he really has great patience."

Wu Xian sneered and suddenly transmitted his voice to her, saying, "If you don't have any other tricks up your sleeve, I'm not waiting for you... Joan of Arc!"

what! !

Upon hearing the name "Joan of Arc," Emperor Yuanjing trembled violently and looked at Wu Xian in disbelief, his face flushed red from suffocation, filled with shock.

How could that be? How could he possibly know my identity?

"Surprised too? Heh, fine, I'll let you die knowing the truth."

Wu Xian's smile was unrestrained, filled with deep malice:
"To tell you the truth, all of this was Wei Yuan's plan. He told me that Emperor Yuanjing had long been possessed by the late Emperor Zhende and had been secretly plotting for many years. He made a deal with the Witch God Cult to turn Dafeng into a vassal state and offer his fortune to the Witch God Cult in order to get rid of the rule that one cannot live forever because of the fortune."

"So in order to thwart your conspiracy, he trained me to the level of a third-rank martial artist. Everything just now was just an act. The purpose was to make me kill you in public and then reveal the truth. Otherwise, how could a third-rank martial artist defeat a second-rank one so easily?"

“He has wanted to kill you for a long time. After all, if it weren’t for you and Yuan Jing, how could he have been separated from Shangguan Xixue? For this reason, he has been secretly in contact with Zhao Shou for many years, and finally devised this plan after I broke through to the third rank not long ago.”

At this point, Wu Xian seemed to remember something, and a look of pity appeared in his eyes as he looked at Yuan Jing:

"There's something else you probably don't know. Actually, Wei Yuan was able to regenerate severed limbs after breaking through to the extraordinary realm twenty years ago. Can you guess whether Huaiqing and the Fourth Prince are of royal blood?"

"you!!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Jing could no longer bear it. Overwhelmed with rage, he vomited a mouthful of blood. Zhen De had used the "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" method to refine the primordial spirits of Yuan Jing and the Prince of Huai. However, because she had taken a shortcut, the method was not complete. Rather than possessing the two, it was more accurate to say that she assimilated them.

Therefore, the current Yuan Jing is both Zhen De and also has some of Yuan Jing's feelings. As an emperor with pride, how could he endure the humiliation of being cuckolded?

"It's really pitiful. You've raised someone else's child for so many years for nothing. I feel sorry for you."

Wu Xian's eyes showed even more pity, and then he said, seemingly out of kindness:
"Fine, seeing how miserable you are, I'll give you a chance."

"Now, either I sever this clone of yours, and then I tell the supervisor your true identity, and we go together to find the traces of your original body."

"Either your true self leaves the capital now, and I can spare the life of your clone, but from now on, you will only be a puppet, and will never be able to control the Great Feng court again."

"Don't doubt that I would lie to you. After all, the reputation of regicide is not good. I want to be a superior person in the future, and I don't want people to talk about this behind my back in the future."

"Besides, I also have some feelings for Huaiqing. If I kill you, even if she knows you're a fake, she'll probably still hold a grudge, given her personality. I don't want my future wife to harbor resentment towards me..."

"Alright, I've said everything. I'll count to three, and you can choose for yourself!"

After hearing these words, both Emperor Yuanjing and Joan of Arc, who was hiding in the dragon vein, had thoughts flashing through their minds as they pondered the consequences of their two choices.

Choosing the former option would not only mean losing one of your clones, but also potentially facing encirclement and suppression by several extraordinary experts, making your chances of victory slim.

Choosing the latter option would mean losing control of the Great Feng Dynasty for a short period, but as long as his physical body remained unharmed, there was still room for maneuver, and he hadn't completely lost...

Looking at it this way, this multiple-choice question doesn't seem difficult to answer.

"Do you keep your word?"

Emperor Yuanjing had already made up his mind, but he still couldn't help but ask Wu Xian.

Wu Xian smiled slightly, and then said:

"one!"

boom----! ! !
Dozens of miles away, below the Great Feng Dragon Vein, a golden light shot into the sky, transforming into a streak that tore through the void and fled at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, quickly heading towards the direction outside the capital.

Emperor Yuanjing breathed a slight sigh of relief, and was about to say something more when he suddenly felt a chill on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the world spun around him, and screams filled his ears. When the spinning stopped, his face was pressed against the ground, and all he could see was a headless corpse and Wu Xian making a slashing motion.

"I'm sorry, I was just kidding."

Wu Xian's lips curled up, and then he raised his hand and unleashed two blazing flames, burning Yuan Jing's corpse to ashes, leaving not a single cell behind.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a furious shriek, which made Wu Xian feel refreshed and clear-headed.

"Now, it's your turn..."

Wu Xian turned around, ignoring the princes and princesses who were terrified, and stepped out of the Hall of Longevity. He looked in the direction of the Imperial Observatory and murmured to himself.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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