Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 228 Everyone has their own agenda
"Long live my emperor!"

"Long live my emperor!"

Inside the carriage, the fake Li sat upright on a hard couch, looking around. Along the street, people knelt like waves of wheat, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" A strange feeling welled up in his heart.

Is this the taste of power? It's fascinating... From today onwards, I will be the emperor.

"Prince Jin." The imposter Li called out softly, and Li Siyuan rode closer, lowering his head and listening attentively: "Your Majesty."

"Has everything been arranged?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the Prince of Jieliang has deployed heavy troops both inside and outside the city, led by my sixth brother. As long as those traitors dare to show themselves, the Prince will make sure they die without a burial place." A ruthless glint flashed in Li Siyuan's eyes.

This coldness was not directed at Russell, but at Li Xingyun and the Bad Guys.

They knew perfectly well that, whether it was Li Chungang, who had helped them rise to power, or Yuan Tiangang, who had disappeared without a trace, in their hearts, they were just pawns on a chessboard that could be exchanged at will, and no one cared about their lives or deaths.

There is no doubt that Russell has no ill intentions towards Li Xingyun; otherwise, the Bad Guys would have been wiped out several days ago. According to their speculation, what he is doing now is just as he himself said: he has nothing better to do than want to have a little magic duel with Gangzi.

But what happens after the battle of wits? Once Russell's interest wanes, how will the two of them conduct themselves?

Other feudal lords could claim they knew nothing, and the Qi King and his sister had Russell's protection, but the two of them were certain to die.

Given their nature, they were naturally unwilling to sit idly by and wait for their doom, so they had no choice but to make Li Xingyun and the Bad Guys suffer the injustice.

With Li Xingyun dead, Russell and Yuan Tiangang had no choice but to choose them!

Once the Bad Guys are eliminated, Yuan Tiangang's power will be greatly reduced, allowing them to cultivate their own power to the fullest extent, instead of being controlled by others as they are now.

……

"The Drought Demon Corpse Ancestor, is everything arranged?"

Beneath the beam lies the Longquan Underground Palace.

Li Xingyun stared at the mountain of gold and silver treasures before him, his face expressionless.

The underground palace is not indestructible. With the presence of the drought demon and Wen Tao, along with various scoundrels skilled in all sorts of strange and ingenious techniques, once the exact location is determined, there are plenty of ways to enter from the outside.

Of course, they also owe a great deal to the explosives that Li Siyuan had planted in advance; otherwise, they would have had to put in much more effort.

"You can rest assured that I'll handle things." The tall figure of the drought demon stepped out from behind Li Xingyun. He reeked of gunpowder and looked around with satisfaction in his eyes: "But let me make this clear: once the gunpowder here is ignited, there will be no turning back. The entire underground palace will be submerged in underground magma."

"That would be for the best." Li Xingyun sighed softly, "I only hope that the greed of the people of the world will also perish along with the destruction of this underground palace."

"I really don't understand what you're thinking. If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?" Hanba shook his head. Countless people would kill to sit in that position, but Li Xingyun was an exception. He had the world in his heart and the throne was within his grasp, but he was unwilling to take that final step and let things develop to this point. Yet, just when everything was about to settle down, he went crazy.

“I am not the kind of person who can bring peace and well-being to the world.” Li Xingyun seemed to be answering, but also talking to himself: “The world is unpredictable. One can be at peace if one disciplines oneself, but I can’t even take care of myself. What right do I have to rule the world?”

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" Hanba asked again. Li Xingyun didn't answer, and Hanba didn't expect to get an answer either. After handing Li Xingyun the map showing the distribution of gunpowder, Hanba turned and left.

With the drought demon gone, Li Xingyun was left alone in the underground palace, which was empty, just like his heart at that moment.

He looked up and around. The walls were carved with dragon heads, from Emperor Gaozu, Emperor Taizong, Emperor Gaozong... all the way to his father, Emperor Zhaozong Li Ye, and his elder brother, Emperor Aizong Li Zhu.

After a long while, Li Xingyun bowed deeply, then turned and left.

Since the game is already in disarray, let's start a new one, and this time he'll begin and make the moves. ...

"Brother-in-law, how about we make a bet?"

Jie Liang, above the salt marsh, on the artificial hill, Luo Su, Li Maozhen, the Empress, Ji Ruxue, Hou Qing, and Sister stood in front of the pavilion, facing squads of armored soldiers heading deeper into the salt marsh to the location of the Longquan treasure.

"What do you want to bet?" Li Maozhen asked, as if he hadn't heard those three words.

"Let's bet on whether the Emperor can confront the fake Emperor head-on without my intervention. If I win, I want the Illusionary Sound Pavilion; if I lose, I'll give you the formula for the Elixir of Immortality," Russell said with a smile, weighing three copper coins in his hand.

"If you won't make a move, then what about me?" Li Maozhen thought for a moment, but didn't answer immediately.

"It's only limited to me; you can do whatever you want with me," Russell further explained the rules.

"I'll take the gamble." Li Maozhen agreed without any hesitation.

Just kidding. In this situation, he really doesn't know how Li Xingyun will win. Even if the other party has explosives, he doesn't believe that Li Xingyun would disregard the others present. As long as Li Xingyun hesitates for even a moment, he is confident that he can subdue the person.

"Is this where the Longquan treasure is located?"

The emperor's carriage stopped in an open space in front of the isolated island. The fake Li got out of the carriage, Li Siyuan dismounted, and all the princes and kings came forward to pay their respects.

"Your Majesty, Prince of Jin, may I ask where the Longquan Treasure is?" Prince Meng Zhixiang of Shu stepped forward and bowed.

The fake Li did not respond. Although he already knew the exact location of the treasure entrance, he had neither the Longquan Sword nor the Li bloodline. Speaking rashly would only bring him humiliation. Fortunately, Li Siyuan was there to help him out. He gathered his inner strength and said loudly to the artificial mountain, "Grand Preceptor, Prince Qi, please enlighten His Majesty and the princes."

Russell didn't keep the fake Li and the others in suspense. He, Li Maozhen, and the Empress jumped down from the artificial hill and came to stand in front of them.

A surge of incredibly powerful true energy condensed into a sphere in Russell's palm, which he then forcefully slammed into the surface of the salt marsh beneath his feet. In an instant, the earth shook violently, and the salt layer crumbled inch by inch, revealing an entrance below that resembled a coffin.

Li Maozhen stepped forward and placed the Longquan sword into the groove. "Next, we will use dragon blood to irrigate the Yellow Emperor's pattern, which will unlock the treasure."

"Your Majesty, please spare no dragon blood to open the treasure and bring peace to the world!" Meng Zhixiang stepped forward again and cupped his hands in greeting.

“King of Shu!” Li Siyuan frowned. What was wrong with Meng Zhixiang today? He was being aggressive at every turn. He had dealt with this man more than once and knew that he was not the kind of person who was so impatient.

"Your Majesty, please spare no dragon blood to open the treasure and bring peace to the world." This time it was King Ma Yin of Chu.

"I beg Your Majesty to spare no expense in donating your dragon blood to open the treasure and bring peace to the world!" This was said by Yang Pu, the King of Wu.

"Are you trying to force me to abdicate?" the fake Li said angrily. If he could activate it, he would have done it long ago. Why would he wait until now? He looked at Russell, only to see Russell looking around with great interest, seemingly looking at something.

“Your Majesty, this…” Li Siyuan didn’t know what had happened either. Russell had gone to such great lengths to help the fake Li ascend to the throne, so he couldn’t possibly embarrass the fake Li at this time.

"Fine." Fake Li gritted his teeth, steeled his heart, and decided to try anything, cutting his own palm and letting the blood soak into the groove.

With a deafening roar, the Longquan Sword burst forth with a dazzling golden light, and the golden coffin slowly opened, revealing a passage before everyone.

How could this be?! The fake Li stood there dumbfounded. There was no doubt that only those with the bloodline of the Li family could open the Dragon Spring Treasure, but why could his blood open it? Was he also a descendant of the Li Tang dynasty? Did he have the same blood as Li Xingyun? If so, why did the boss send him to retrieve the Weeping Blood Record? Had he been lying to him all along?
Questions arose in the mind of the fake Li, but before he could recover from his shock, Li Xingyun walked out of the passage step by step in front of everyone, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

"Li Xingyun!!" The fake Li's eyes suddenly darkened. Could someone tell him how Li Xingyun had entered the Longquan Treasure ahead of time?!

(End of this chapter)