The fake prince was exposed at the beginning, and I took office as emperor on the spot

Chapter 238 The Ancestral Mistress vs. the Imperial Advisor (Two Chapters Combined)

The members of the Demonic Sect were not entirely unfamiliar with this mysterious woman dressed in a light blue gauze dress.

Although the Confucian school wanted to use the Wenwu Tower formation to trap and kill Gu Fangchen, only Lu Mingyuan survived after facing this mysterious woman.

But now that the Confucian school and the demonic sect have reached an agreement, these few leaders of the sect naturally also know about this strange thing that happened back then.

However, even knowing this wouldn't be of much use.

The identity of this woman in the green dress is a mystery. Before she suddenly appeared that day, she seemed to have no trace of her existence in the world. Only the sword intent that severed Lu Mingyuan's arm seemed to have some connection with the Sword Pavilion.

However, upon closer examination of the history of the Sword Pavilion, not a single woman with such cultivation level could be found.

And her goal seems to be the near-divine sword forged from the earth's veins.

But ask anyone in the world, who wouldn't covet this precious sword?

As a result, the identity of the woman in the green dress remains a mystery, leaving people completely baffled.

However, this woman in the green dress came and went without a trace, and her cultivation seemed to have reached a mysterious realm, far beyond the simple half-step first rank. It was as if she had already stepped into the first rank, and even Xie Qian could not figure out her origin and whereabouts.

At this level, it's naturally not something that second-rank individuals like them can worry about.

The difference between a third-rank official and a second-rank official is roughly the same, meaning they are essentially at the mercy of others and have little power to resist.

Even if the Confucian Demonic Cult knew about this uncertain factor, they could only pretend it didn't exist and continue with their plans.

Moreover, given the circumstances that day, she was after the Zhenpin sword, which is still in Gu Fangchen's possession. If she were to make a move, it would be against Gu Fangchen.

Based on the tragic fate of the Confucian elites that day, she would kill whoever took the sword.

Theoretically, Gu Fangchen should be killed.

In this way, they no longer needed to pay attention to the woman in the green dress, since everyone had the same goal.

An Qisheng naturally thought so too. He first confirmed the other party's purpose and was relieved to learn that she was still after that sword.

The sword was still on Gu Fangchen's person, and he had not used it yet, presumably intending to use it as a trump card.

Now that the woman in the green dress has caught up with him, his trump card is useless before he can even use it!

This is fantastic news for them!

An Qisheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief, his expression turned solemn, and he cupped his hands in a righteous and solemn manner, saying:

"We have no interest in this sword; please feel free to take it!"

He extended his hand, even making a "please" gesture, and the other members of the demonic sect also stepped back a distance to make it easier for the woman in the green dress to make her move.

In any case, taking away that Zhenpin sword would only weaken Gu Fangchen's strength. If he resisted, he would naturally be regarded as a thief by this mysterious woman. Referring to the fate of those high-ranking Confucian scholars that day, he would also face certain death.

They were naturally delighted.

However, the mysterious woman in the green dress did not immediately turn her attention to Gu Fangchen as An Qisheng had predicted.

Upon hearing this, the woman in the green dress turned to look at An Qisheng and said coldly:
"you are lying."

Upon hearing this, An Qisheng felt a chill run down his spine and immediately explained:
"Does Your Excellency have some misunderstanding? Our purpose is merely to kill this man; we have no intention of seizing the sword!"

He said that, but fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He couldn't say he had no thoughts about this precious sword... Everyone in the world has such thoughts, and he certainly did too.

Just now, he only had a fleeting thought of greed.

Thinking that Gu Fangchen must still have some trump cards up her sleeve, if both sides were to suffer heavy losses, then they would naturally be able to snatch up the Zhenpin sword.

Unexpectedly, the woman in the green dress sensed it.

He immediately locked his mind, cleared his mind of all distractions, and emptied his thoughts of everything else.

"Lady Joy" quickly chimed in:
"Indeed! We have no interest in your sword whatsoever. The true culprit is Gu Fangchen."

She also emphasized that Gu Fangchen was the one who did it, and that they had nothing to do with it.

The woman in the green dress paused, just as An Qisheng and "Empress Huanxi" breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this time she should be able to distinguish between enemies and allies.

As a result, the next moment, the two felt a chill down their spines, their scalps tightened, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end!

An extremely dangerous premonition pierced their minds like silver needles, causing the two to immediately dodge and retreat!

"Om-"

The sound of a sword ringing out rang out, and the terrifying sword intent was already within reach.

The two felt a flash of cold light before their eyes, their expressions changed drastically, and they instinctively dodged with all their might.

But it didn't dodge...

"Tsk! Tsk!"

The sound of two sword blades slicing through flesh rang out.

An Qisheng's arm had half of its flesh and blood cut off, revealing the bone, while "Huanxi Niangniang," being much larger, suffered an even more gruesome fate, with half of her body being cut off.

Previously, the "Death" sword technique of "Bad Lord" mostly had the effect of causing corruption and decay, leading to the disintegration of "Empress of Joy" from within.

At this moment, the patriarch's sword is the purest sword.

Although Gu Fangchen had previously made many jokes in her mind about the women around her, suspecting that they all cultivated the path of killing.

But in reality, only the matriarch was truly dedicated to the art of killing and conquest.

A sword is a weapon of killing.

The intent is the supreme sword intent.

This is the sword of the founder of Jian Ge: simple and pure.

No matter your cultivation level, you're all just apples and watermelons in my eyes, as easy as slicing melons and chopping vegetables.

Those who inherit her sword intent in the future, such as Ying Baishou and Ning Songjun, are merely imitators of her disciples and grand-disciples.

Gu Fangchen was still shaken when she saw two of the strongest second-rank experts in the world being cut down by the Ancestral Master like chopping vegetables...

He felt a chill in his heart.

The Ancestral Master's strength seems to be even greater than the last time I saw her!
Last time, Lü Fuyi was able to hold her off for a long time on equal terms, but now, it might be a bit difficult.

Moreover, her "intelligence" seems to be gradually returning; her demeanor and behavior are becoming more intelligent, unlike the dull and wooden creature she seemed to be when we first met her.

It was as if it was gradually "thawing".

I wonder if the old lady went back to her hometown during her disappearance and upgraded her AI.

Okay, just kidding.

Gu Fangchen took a deep breath.

He had a feeling that this behavior indicated that the original form of the Ancestral Lady was about to awaken.

The situation of the matriarch is very similar to that of Li Kan, the "military genius" who was resurrected through possession of a corpse.

Their physical bodies are sealed, but their souls can still move freely.

If someone like Li Kan could escape using Gu Yuye's body, then it doesn't seem impossible for the Ancestral Master to forcibly bring out her true form...

This is not a good sign.

On the other side, An Qisheng looked at the wound on his arm, his eyes filled with fear, confusion, and anger:
"What do you mean, sir?!"

"As I just said, we have no intention of coveting your sword; our only goal is to kill this man!"

"Isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to still insist on taking action?!"

The matriarch glanced at Gu Fangchen, then at them, her gaze growing colder, her tone resolute:

"Liar! You clearly intended to break my sword, how could you say you didn't covet it!"

She joined two fingers together to form a sword gesture, and in an instant, her figure vanished from the spot. The next moment, a towering sword intent shot into the sky. An Qisheng: "..."

"Happy Lady": "..."

At this moment, even these two Dao Lord level powerhouses, having experienced the vicissitudes of life, felt a sense of powerlessness, like a scholar encountering a soldier, unable to reason with him.

An Qisheng was certain that he had completely cleared his mind. Now, even the bald monks of the Garan Temple would have to admit that he was destined for Buddhism and should enter the monastic life.

However, the mysterious woman in the green dress remained adamant, insisting that he was lying.

There must be a reason for this...

The sword intent was like a raging storm, sweeping away everything in its path and engulfing the heavens and earth.

The surrounding members of the Demonic Cult all paled and tried to escape, but with their strength, how could they possibly dodge the patriarch's sword?

"Chichichi..."

Amidst the flying blood and gore, the whole world seemed to have transformed into a purgatory of minced meat.

It was even more terrifying than the battle that had just taken place.

Below, a red rain of severed limbs and broken pieces fell from the sea, turning the water near the dock completely red.

An Qisheng tried his best to dodge, even using the supernatural power of "words becoming law" to prevent the boundless sword intent from harming him, but it was only a drop in the ocean.

He shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Sir! The one who stole your sword was Gu Fangchen, not us!"

"If you want your sword back, you should kill him!"

However, no matter how much he tried to dissuade him, or even cursed him, he remained silent.

The woman in the green dress merely increased the force of her sword swing with a cold gaze, adding:
"lie!"

He had no time to think and could only desperately use all his spiritual energy to keep going.

When he looked up at Gu Fangchen, covered in sweat, he saw her grinning at him.

An Qisheng's pupils constricted as he finally noticed a deep wound on Gu Fangchen's body.

Within the wound, after a mirage-like twist, golden threads and the underlying bone were revealed.

The bones were the color of glass, transparent and full of spiritual energy, with illusory shapes of mountains and rivers appearing and disappearing within them.

This is clearly the earth's veins!

Originally, this ley line transformation was on the [Seventy-Two Peaks Towering Sword].

But now, it is on Gu Fangchen's bones!

An Qisheng could guess roughly what this meant.

The precious sword and the earth veins on it were actually refined into a part of Gu Fangchen!

In other words, he is now that sword.

That is, the "sword" that the woman in the green dress wanted to take!
If they wanted to kill Gu Fangchen, they naturally wanted to break the sword of this woman in the green dress, so of course she would come to kill them.

Gu Fangchen used the "Mirage Formation" to conceal herself, so that they wouldn't notice this and would lower their guard against the woman in the green dress, mistakenly believing that the latter had come to kill Gu Fangchen.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to invite trouble.

"puff!"

An Qisheng couldn't believe it and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Is this guy crazy?!
He finally understood why the woman in the green dress had killed them without any explanation, but he still found it unbelievable.

Refine a sword, a near-precious-grade sword forged from the earth's veins, and make it part of your own skeleton.

The pain and risks involved far exceed what most people can comprehend.

Gu Fangchen actually treats her own life as if it's nothing, her madness is something even they would be ashamed of.

He risked his own life to set up a scheme, plotting against those second-rank officials.

It seems... that their defeat is not an unacceptable fact.

An Qisheng sensed that there was not a single drop of spiritual energy left in the surrounding area.

Those sword energies not only severed lives, but also completely stripped away and deprived spiritual energy, an intangible existence.

An Qisheng's face turned ashen, and despair welled up in his heart.

In the distance, "Goddess of Joy" had turned into a pile of white skeletons, leaving only half a lonely head and one eye, looking at the sky with resentment.

Then, he was stabbed to death by the woman in the green dress who appeared in a flash.

"Lady Huanxi," die!
An Qisheng watched helplessly as the crimson color gradually invaded the blank areas around him. He gave a bitter smile and looked at the crack in the distant sky.

That "Heavenly Gate".

Ultimately, I will never see the day when the truth of this world is revealed.

An Qisheng's eyes were filled with longing. He had once had a fleeting encounter with the "Dao," but due to his lack of aptitude, he was not chosen and could only watch helplessly as the "Dao" brushed past him. From then on, he could not forget it, and it became his obsession.

All the "Tao" in this world is false; only the golden light he once saw, the silk thread that fell from the sky, is real!

He watched the golden thread fall in front of him, initially overjoyed, thinking he was the chosen one.

However, in the end, it was nothing more than a mirage.

He wanted to grasp at the fleeting beauty of nature, so he became a disciple of Xie Qian and established the "Jie" sect.

And now... everything that seems so close is still slipping away like sand through one's fingers.

"laugh!"

The sword's edge sliced ​​through.

An Qisheng's head, which had an air of otherworldly elegance, also fell to the ground.

The woman in the green dress remained expressionless, her demeanor unchanged. She lowered her sword and turned to look at Gu Fangchen.

Those who attempted to break the sword have all been eliminated.

Next.

That was naturally the sword that took her away.

As for how to retrieve it...

The old lady tilted her head slightly, pondered for a moment whether she could pull out all the bones, but the conclusion was... no.

Then, let's take the whole person with us first.

Gu Fangchen felt the gaze of the Ancestral Master and shivered slightly. She twitched her lips, sensing that the person opposite her was thinking about something extraordinary.

However... since he deliberately lured the matriarch over, he naturally wouldn't have been unprepared.

The real saviors he had been waiting for had arrived.

……

Suddenly, Shi Qingguang felt a stirring in his heart. He turned his head and his wrist was grasped by a fair and perfect jade hand.

Her gaze moved upwards and she saw an absolutely beautiful face.

Aloof and peerless, with a touch of vermilion between her brows.

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.

P.S.: I'll edit this later. I recommend a friend's book, "You Can Kill Me with Just One Martial Vein?", you can check it out if you're interested.

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