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

Chapter 252 Confession (Part 2)

Ning Songjun tensed up instantly, his pupils contracted, and the hair on the back of his head stood on end.

This is Jian Ge!

It was his territory, and he constantly shrouded the entire Sword Pavilion in his divine sense. In theory, no movement could escape his perception.

But right under his nose, and in the most tightly controlled forbidden area of ​​Jian Ge, someone suddenly appeared!

There are only two possibilities in this situation.

First, he was under an illusion.

But Ning Songjun is not a martial artist; he is a cultivator of the divine path.

For a genuine second-grade divine cultivator to create an illusion for him on his own territory, the opponent's divine cultivation level would have to be a whole realm higher than his.

However, since the other party's cultivation level has already surpassed his by a whole realm, why bother creating illusions for him?
That's like taking off your pants to fart—completely unnecessary.

Therefore, we can fast forward to the second possibility: that the woman in the green dress is far more powerful than him!

Ning Songjun's expression was cold and stern. His hand was already on his "Lianxing" sword, ready to strike at any moment. However, this was one of the few times in his life when he was not confident that he could kill his opponent.

After all, he was the kind of guy who could appear silently right under his nose in the Sword Pavilion.

He no longer dared to speculate on the extent of his cultivation...

More importantly, who is this woman in the green dress?
Ning Songjun's mind raced, and he noticed some details: the woman did not come in from outside, but came out from the forbidden area.

As everyone knows, the forbidden area of ​​Sword Pavilion is actually a supreme sword intent left behind by the founder.

The sword intent was so sharp and powerful that it was designated as a forbidden area to protect the disciples.

Ning Songjun himself also comprehended the initial way of the sword in the forbidden area back then.

But later, he went his own way and stopped trying to comprehend his master's sword intent. However, he still often felt overwhelmed when faced with this sword intent.

Among the few who came closest to the first rank, the founder of the Sword Pavilion was also one of the best.

Even Ying Baishou once said that he was not as good as the patriarch.

He was even puzzled at one point, wondering if the power of this supreme sword intent allowed him to glimpse the strength of his ancestor through a small part of the whole.

With such strength, one should not perish because of failing to overcome the "Great Tribulation".

However, the tradition passed down through generations of the Sword Pavilion is that the founder is dead, and even his remains have never been found.

They couldn't think of any reason why their patriarch would fake his death, so they could only lament the fickleness of fate.

Now, seeing the woman in the green dress emerge from the forbidden area, Ning Songjun's heart suddenly stirred, and his expression turned serious.

In particular, when he sensed that the woman in the green dress had not been attacked by the sword intent of the forbidden area!
The reason why a forbidden area is a forbidden area is because, apart from the designated area within it, the rest of the area is unsafe.

That sword intent was so sharp that it would sever everything in its path.

However, at this moment, the sword intent became incredibly quiet and docile after touching the woman in the green dress, as if the unparalleled sharpness that Ning Songjun had felt in the past was a lie.

After eliminating all the impossibilities, the only remaining possibility, however outrageous, is still the truth.

An unbelievable thought popped into Ning Songjun's mind.

This woman in the green dress... could she be the founder?
Although the portrait of the founder hanging in Jian Ge is of a decrepit old man with white hair and beard, the founder recorded in various documents often contains errors.

But regardless, it was just a guess in Ning Songjun's mind.

With this thought in mind, Ning Songjun, who was gripping the sword hilt tightly, did not draw his sword immediately. Instead, he stepped forward, blocking the woman in the green dress, and asked in a deep voice:

"Senior, why are you here in the forbidden area of ​​my Sword Pavilion?"

If the other party makes a move, or if their identity is questionable, he will immediately draw his sword.

Although Ning Songjun knew that with his strength, he was probably no match for the other party, this was Sword Pavilion, and he would not allow anyone to cause harm to Sword Pavilion.

Even if it takes all our strength, we must stop them.

Shi Qingguang floated in mid-air and looked up at the swordsman in front of him.

Those eyes were as vast as the starry sky and as deep as the underworld, just like the feeling her own temperament gave people—distant and serene.

If Gu Fangchen were here, she would definitely be able to see the huge difference between this ancestral matriarch and the divine soul that had been chasing after her before.

The lingering spirit of the ancestral matriarch, though outwardly identical to this one, had lifeless eyes.

Like a robot lacking a mental component, it only acts on instinct, thus appearing dull and like a Slowpoke, easily manipulated and tricked by Gu Fangchen.

But this matriarch's eyes were completely different.

In other words, if Gu Fangchen were here, he would definitely understand one thing—

Oh my god, the true form of the Ancestral Mother has appeared!
Shi Qingguang glanced at Ning Songjun, then parted her lips slightly and said softly:

"Thousands of years have passed, and the disciples of Sword Pavilion today are not bad."

Having said that, she raised her hand, pointed it like a sword, and gently slashed forward.

"laugh--"

An invisible sword intent swept past Ning Songjun's ear at an unimaginable speed, followed by a deafening roar from behind him.

Ning Songjun then realized what was happening and abruptly turned his head away.

But they saw that the two connected mountain peaks of Jian Ge had been smoothly split in two, falling to both sides. Outside Jian Ge, the thousand-foot-deep Donglong Lake also followed that straight line, splitting in two to form a straight ravine.

Huge waves overturned the lake, causing the boatmen on the shore to cry out in alarm.

Back then, even if Ning Song had exerted all his strength, he could still have turned land into a boat. But now, it's just a casual stroke by Shi Qingguang!

Ning Songjun broke out in a cold sweat, but at the same time, he was certain of the answer.

This woman in the green dress is probably the legendary "founding father" of the Sword Pavilion!
This is because the sword intent contained in this finger is exactly the same as that left in the forbidden area of ​​the Sword Pavilion!
"You can't stop me."

Shi Qingguang's tone was flat:
"Step aside."

Ning Songjun knew perfectly well that if she really wanted to make a move, the entire Sword Pavilion would probably have already been split in two.

However, despite its immense power, that sword intent did not harm a single living being.

Even the birds on the mountain peaks did not die.

The strength of this sword intent is one aspect, but what's even more terrifying is this level of control.

From another perspective, this also shows that the woman in the blue dress really didn't have any malicious intent.

Ning Songjun released his grip on the sword hilt, clasped his hands in a salute, and said in a deep voice:

"May I ask, senior, what is the purpose of your journey? Perhaps the Sword Pavilion can offer some assistance."

Shi Qingguang glanced at him:
"My sword was stolen, so naturally I have to get it back."

“You are his uncle, so I’m afraid you’ll have to help him when the time comes. I’m warning you beforehand, don’t do anything pointless.”

Ning Songjun felt a chill run down his spine.

I immediately remembered that when Gu Fangchen came out of the forbidden area, she took out the [Seventy-Two Peaks Towering Sword]. It turned out that it was the sword of the Ancestral Master... no, the Ancestral Master's wife!
He quickly explained:

"Master, you misunderstand. On that day, Sword Pavilion was besieged by a trap. Gu Fangchen had no choice but to use this sword to deter the villains in order to help Sword Pavilion get out of the predicament. I hope Master will forgive me."

"No other choice?" Shi Qingguang sneered, neither confirming nor denying.

Taking the sword was a last resort, and so was desecrating her body and stripping her clothes.

It was out of necessity to manipulate the wisp of her soul that she had released.

Forcibly seizing the sword spirit, or even refining the sword body with one's own flesh, is a last resort.

Otherwise, why would she have been forced to awaken, only to have her years of suppressed cultivation go to waste, and soon the "Great Tribulation" would descend once more?

That "Great Dao" devours the mind. Back then, she escaped the "Great Dao's" perception by feigning death because she sensed the danger, waiting for the right opportunity to completely erase her own causal existence in order to be completely liberated.

But unexpectedly, that reckless thief stole her sword and refused to return it.

If she doesn't retract the sword, she will once again be watched by the "Great Dao".

However, she naturally couldn't tell the younger generation of the Sword Pavilion about this.

"Considering his connection with the Sword Pavilion, I will spare his life. As for anything else, I have nothing more to say!"

After saying this in a cold voice, Shi Qingguang disappeared from the spot.

Ning Songjun tried to sense it, but found that in the blink of an eye, Shi Qingguang had already left the Sword Pavilion area, and even soon left the area of ​​the four southwestern provinces.

He comforted the disciples who had rushed over because of the commotion, and then let out a long sigh.

What kind of deities has this brat offended?

My uncle did his best; the rest is up to him...

……

"Once the rift in the ocean opens, I will have Sunaga, in her dragon soul-possessed state, read the [Snail Book] again. Then she should know what my origins really are."

Gu Fangchen's hands were restless, causing the Imperial Preceptor to tremble, and the crimson at the corners of his eyes became even more vivid.

Her physical body, which was only around the third rank, was naturally no match for Gu Fangchen's powerful body, which had been refined through several rounds of "refining magic," and she was quickly defeated.

Especially since Gu Fangchen insisted on replicating the Yuan Hong handkerchief this time, using some unorthodox methods, the Grand Preceptor was thoroughly ravaged and was now limp in Gu Fangchen's arms, his whole body still numb.

Xu Fu's mind went blank for a moment before he came to his senses, bit his lip, and said:

"Well... I'll do everything I can to help you, no matter what."

"The 'eternal unity' that Xie Qian desires is absolutely impossible to achieve."

After the two were dressed, Gu Fangchen said softly:
"Until I return, everything will depend on the Grand Preceptor."

Xu Fu nodded, trying to get back to business, when he saw Gu Fangchen quickly put away the handkerchief that was stained with a little red.

Xu Fu instantly recalled the scene of Gu Fangchen's wicked tricks, and was about to feign anger when Gu Fangchen turned around and said in a serious tone:
"If I never return, I'll be able to remember the Grand Preceptor by these two handkerchiefs. Who knows, they might even be buried with me."

He spoke lightly, but Xu Fu felt a pang in his heart.

The thief spoke in a flippant manner, but both of them knew perfectly well that what followed was indeed a matter of life and death.

Xu Fu couldn't foresee Gu Fangchen's future, and now he could only do his best in the way he could.

If the thief really dies, he probably won't even be able to reincarnate. He can still live and die with the two handkerchiefs, but what will I have to think about?
Xu Fu fell silent, then, with a stern face, said:
"Lower your head."

Gu Fangchen was stunned. He had originally planned to tease the Grand Preceptor again, but he didn't expect the Grand Preceptor to not be angry. This made him a little curious about what the Grand Preceptor wanted to do.

So he obediently lowered his head. Xu Fu steeled his heart, took the initiative to tilt his head up, and kissed Gu Fangchen's lips. However, they separated after a brief touch, and he quickly turned around, pretending that nothing had happened.

Gu Fangchen raised an eyebrow; this was truly unexpected.

Such an arrogant and proud Grand Preceptor actually took the initiative to kiss him. Although it was only one kiss, it represented a change in Xu Fu's attitude.

Gu Fangchen decisively pursued, turning Xu Fu around, her gaze intense:
"Your Excellency, what did you mean by that just now?"

Xu Fu, his face cold, pursed his lips:
"Asking knowingly."

"I have no idea what to ask, and the Imperial Preceptor has never said a word to me. Why are you asking a question you already know the answer to?"

Gu Fangchen pressed on relentlessly, blinked, and began to play dumb as well.

Xu Fu took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and finally looked at Gu Fangchen, whose gaze was unwavering, smiled helplessly, and said softly:

"Just as you once said... you are happy with me, and I am happy with you."

The Grand Preceptor rarely smiles; in fact, one could say he has a cold and aloof personality, almost never smiling.

In the past, he would mostly just sneer, which would make people's hearts pound and their spirits tremble.

But at this moment, such a natural and gentle smile appeared on her aloof and peerless face, like the fleeting beauty of a night-blooming cereus in the moonlight, which stunned Gu Fangchen for a moment.

Immediately, he couldn't help himself and tightly grasped Xu Fu's hands.

Xu Fu snorted softly:
"Using two handkerchiefs as keepsakes? How could you even think of that? If it gets dug up later, I don't want to be embarrassed along with you."

Her tone softened:
"I'll trade these two things for it."

A kiss, a word.

That was all the Grand Preceptor had to say about his innermost thoughts.

Given Xu Fu's personality, this action was already the most passionate confession.

Gu Fangchen felt that if favorability could be visualized now, it would probably be at its peak, and he was quite satisfied.

……

Three days later.

On the keel at the bottom of the sea, a translucent golden dragon has been covered, its fur and whiskers swaying with each breath, as if it were still alive.

But in reality, it was just a remnant soul of a true dragon.

Sunaga took a deep breath, and the moment the final formation was completed, she used the sacrificial knife to cut her palm. Blood gushed out and fell onto the brow of the remnant soul of the true dragon, forming a blood-red scale.

She shouted:

"Great Dragon God, please awaken to the call of the 'Heavenly God'!"

This sentence is not a necessary step; it was simply added by Gu Fangchen to enhance her own reputation and create a reputation for herself.

He wanted to attribute this miracle of the dragon god summoning souls to himself.

As Sunaga called out, the golden dragon opened its eyes, let out a long roar, and flew out of the sea. After circling a few times, it shrank in size and landed on Sunaga, coiling around her arm.

The merfolk below cheered wildly.

The remains of the true dragon instantly turned into ashes and scattered in the air.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, the rift in the ocean split open to both sides, and the Yellow Spring Water gushed out from the magma below.

The Nine Netherworlds, descend to earth!
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 wanted to play a game... but the game crashed. Embarrassing.

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