The Great Seminary

Chapter 226

It was nearly August, around noon.

On the Yeongyang Plain in Gyeonggi Province, the second largest island in the East Inland Sea, the sun blazes down.

Strangely, the ground temperature was not scorching hot; instead, it had a slightly cool feel to it.

The entrance to the main tent of the Prince Zhen's "temporary camp".

Prince Zhen's eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth and half of his face were ulcerated and oozing pus from the fire. His teeth were bleeding from being bitten so hard.

Gazing into the distance at a low, seemingly illusory peach-shaped hill,

Atop the mountain stood an ancient stone gate, emitting a faint black light, its eyes filled with intense hatred.

Suddenly, he felt the blood surging in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".

His body swayed precariously, looking as if he was about to collapse.

No matter how bad the situation gets, having the "Prince Zhen" persona is better than having none at all.

Therefore, upon seeing this, the surrounding staff and guards instinctively rushed over to help the king.

However, he was blocked by an invisible force from a handsome young eunuch who was following closely behind Prince Zhen.

At the same time, the young eunuch stepped forward and gently supported Prince Zhen, saying in a soft, feminine voice:
“In the Ming and Song dynasties, we believed that ‘the emperor and his ministers should govern the country together.’”

Your Excellencies are all civil and military officials, pillars of the nation, of noble status, and will be busy with important national affairs in the future.

"I'll take care of such trivial matters as serving the prince."

Both the capitals of the Ming and Song dynasties were captured by enemy states. Although they were able to survive, it was still realistic to say that "the country is broken, but the mountains and rivers remain".

In the future, what 'major national affairs' will there be that require these 'civil and military officials' to handle?

The group awkwardly retreated to their original positions.

Zhao Pujun, who was only the chief strategist for Prince Zhen, was unconvinced by being 'slapped in the face' and said expressionlessly:

"Grand Eunuch Yan, before we followed Prince Zhen out of the capital, who among us could be considered a true 'civil and military official'? Who held real power?"

Your words were barbed; I'm afraid you've made the wrong choice.

"Alright, the reason why the country has deteriorated to this extent is largely due to the infighting between the outer and inner courts."

"What, even in our humble 'temporary residence,' my personal attendant and my chief strategist are arguing over who's better?"

Prince Zhen suddenly roared.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Pujun and Eunuch Yan bowed in unison and replied:

"Your Majesty, I am truly terrified."
"This servant wouldn't dare."

The surroundings became deathly silent.

I don’t know how long it took.

Prince Zhen seems to have given up and is no longer trying to hide anything from others.

The eunuch asked in a hoarse voice:
"Xiao Yanzi, are you sure about my uncle? My uncle has already been...?"

"Your Highness, the 'Heavenly Throne' is so powerful in the present world that it is like a god."

Simply calling out their name will evoke a response, and with that response, one can perform the spell.

Disregarding propriety, Eunuch Yan covered Prince Zhen's mouth.

"So she really stepped on my uncle's, her senior brother's, head."

"Stepping on our grand plan to restore the Han-Li dynasty, we've ascended to heaven!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present lowered their heads.

Actually, let's leave aside those 'muscular but brainless' military generals and guards.

All the staff members of the Imperial Academy who served in the imperial court could see from the unfolding events that they had all been completely betrayed by Prince Zhen's "good uncle".

The entire so-called grand plan to restore Hanli's dynasty was nothing more than him creating a "million-level" killing field.

An excuse to cultivate some kind of terrifying technique or magical artifact.

Even the powerful woman who has now "ascended to heaven" may very well have been a "sharpening stone" that Prince Zhen's uncle found to help her break through.

It's just that at the last moment, the other party was one step ahead and turned the tables.

But even if you guess correctly, you still need to be clear about your stance.

You can't exactly expose your uncle's true colors in front of his nephew.

So even Zhao Pujun and Eunuch Yan could only pretend to be deaf and dumb. Prince Zhen just raged in this self-absorbed, incompetent rage for a while.

I finally calmed down.

Given the current situation, it's pointless to dwell on past gains and losses.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly said, panting heavily:
“Pu Jun, since Mr. Yin has passed away, the past cannot be retrieved.”

However, Mr. Yin's junior sister, Goddess Tao, is still on the island, cultivating the magical treasures of the immortal mountain.

Could this be considered 'Obama aid'?

Everyone else stared in disbelief, but Zhao Pujun's eyes lit up.
"Your Highness is wise; this matter is worth a try."

Meanwhile, at the summit of Taozhi Mountain, which appears both real and unreal in the distance, lies the "Gate of Hell."

Tao Yaoyao looked down at the boundless plain in the sea from her high vantage point.

A faint, ambiguous smile appeared on his face, a mixture of joy and sorrow, as he muttered to himself:
"Senior brother, you should also know that it's impossible for two 'long-lived beings' to cross over onto such a small island as Fresh Velvet Island at once."

If I don't try to take away your opportunity, you will try to take mine, won't you?

Since ancient times, it has been said that "even the most vengeful spirits cannot attain sainthood," but I refuse to accept this.

To go even further, I've even done the work of a ghost, so why can't I reach the pinnacle?

I refuse to accept this, I refuse to accept this, that's why, that's why...

Just then, a cheerful young voice seemed to come from behind Tao Yaoyao.
"I know you're not convinced, so I didn't blame you."

But Yaoyao, now that I'm gone, you'll be without a companion on your future journey, so you must be extra careful.

Take care, take care.

"How dare you, you inner demon!"

Tao Yaoyao waited for the explanation to end, then suddenly turned around with a shout, looking at Mr. Yin's body standing quietly outside the 'Gate of Hell'.

With hand gestures and incantations, he urged countless peach trees with human-shaped trunks on "Peach Stop Mountain" to sever their roots, leap out of the tree pits, and surge towards the Gates of Hell.

It covered the entire mountaintop in just a few breaths.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in the inner city of the Great Wolf Capital of the Distant Mountain Empire.

Xianhezhai, a cramped and smelly "detached house".

Zhang Gui covered his nose, stared intently at his disheveled friend, and growled in a low voice:
"Zhang Jiujiang, Zhang Jiujiang, why are you acting so high and mighty in front of me?"

It's only been a few years, and we brothers are already in Blackwood Town on Giant Snake Head Island.

I make three to five taels a month, while you make a hundred or so taels a month and you're so happy you could practically snot bubble from your nose.

Is there any connection between one of these coins and the Ming-Song dynasty court?

You've gone stupid from reading too much!
Right now, regardless of whether it's true or not, I am the heir of the Shishi tribe, a foreign land of the Ming-Song Empire.

He was the Dragon and Tiger General of the 'Nine Castles of Heavenly Creation' in the eastern inner sea, under the jurisdiction of the shogunate.

You, on the other hand, are a pedantic scholar who hasn't even achieved the rank of a Juren (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations) or an official.

Why are you so upset?

"Da Gui, stop talking."

We're brothers, and we all know each other perfectly.

I understand what you mean, and I know that what you said makes sense.

But you should also know me.

Back then, everyone said Zhang Jiuqing was a good older brother, but I hate him to this day because of his repeated double-dealing.

I have my own reasons.

Zhang Jiujiang said with a dazed look in his eyes.

"These are not the same thing at all!"

I think you've gone mad!

Zhang Gui, preoccupied with his own concerns, couldn't help but shout a couple of times.

Then, realizing it wasn't appropriate—this wasn't the way to advise someone—he quickly softened his tone.
"Alright, Jiujiang, let's not worry about right or wrong for now."

Can you let me explain the whole thing to you?

(End of this chapter)