Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 186: A word to the wise: Fortune changes every thirty years; never underestimate a young woman's potential.

"Escort! Escort!"

Suddenly, someone among the civil and military officials shouted, but the area outside the hall was eerily quiet, with no one responding. Instead, the person who shouted froze and fell to the ground, turning into a corpse.

In an instant, the hall fell into an inexplicable silence.

"Zhao Huanzhen?"

A purple-clad eunuch holding a sword frowned and said:
"You are Huang Liangxian, the elder brother of Dao Sword Immortal Zhao Yuzhen! You actually possess such a high level of cultivation!"

Zhuang Buran glanced sideways at the five eunuchs who were protecting Emperor Mingde behind him:
"The Grand Supervisor of Swords, Jinwei; the Grand Supervisor of Incense, Jinxian; the Grand Supervisor of Seals, Jinyan; the Grand Supervisor of Registers, Jinyu; and Jinxuan, the head of the five Grand Supervisors."

“Interesting. Eunuch Jinxuan’s ‘Xu Huai Gong’ is even more advanced than your master Zhuo Qing’s. However, even when he reached the ninth level, he was still no match for Li Changsheng.”

"Even if you cultivate to the tenth level, you will still be in the same half-step Divine Travel realm as your master, Zhuo Qing."

"Do you think the five of you can protect the people you want to protect?"

Before the five people in front of him could speak, Emperor Mingde said coldly:

"What a brilliant plan! It seems that Wangcheng Mountain has devised a scheme to deceive me."

"The one who will truly challenge the fate of the Tianqi Kingdom once he descends the mountain is never Zhao Yuzhen, but you, Zhao Zhenzhen."

"Hehe, Emperor Mingde Xiao Ruojin, your forced composure is quite amusing."

Zhuang Buyan smiled and said:
"Are you feeling both angry and afraid now? Why is it that no one in the vast palace has come to your rescue, not even the Imperial Advisor Qi Tianchen from the Imperial Observatory?"

"It was you who cast the spell!" Xiao Ruojin's expression changed slightly.

Zhuang Buran smiled gently:
"On the way to Tianqi City, I happened to run into your eleven sons. Except for your sixth son, Xiao Se, also known as Xiao Chuhe, I simply sent them all to the Yellow Springs. Even Xiao Se will become a real cripple from now on."

"If you are afraid that your throne is unstable, I will make sure you will never have such worries again in this lifetime, so that the situation of fathers and sons fighting and brothers killing each other will be completely eliminated."

He sighed softly:
"Gentlemen, am I being a little too kind?"

The expressions of everyone in the hall changed drastically, as if the Taoist priest in the green robe on the throne was a ruthless and unscrupulous demon.

Xiao Ruojin trembled all over, her lips shaking uncontrollably.

"Traitor, aren't you afraid that my iron cavalry will trample Wangcheng Mountain?"

Zhuang Bu Ran said slowly:

"Most people are afraid of death. Who would dare to provoke a wicked and evil demon? I don't think you could do it."

"As long as I live, who in the world would dare to come out and cause trouble?"

"Or rather, if I kill all the masters in the world, I can make countless people realize that there are some beings who will bring about a great disaster if they show the slightest disrespect."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of energy emanated from him, and the five chief eunuchs of Tianqi froze, collapsed to the ground, and died.

As for the others in the main hall, they were all overwhelmed by this powerful force and involuntarily fell to the ground.

"Ye Xiaoying, I saved your daughter's congenital heart disease, and you have long harbored rebellious and treacherous intentions, wanting to bring down this dog emperor and support Xiao Ruofeng's son to take the throne."

"In that case, why don't you go and help me lure all the masters from the martial arts world to my rescue?"

"Like the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, he had feelings for his junior sister Yi Wenjun. However, this woman first married Emperor Mingde, and then spent four years with Ye Dingzhi, and had a son with both of them."

"Even so, he still fell deeply in love with Yi Wenjun and became the tutor of the son she had with Emperor Mingde."

"I imagine that once this Lone Sword Immortal hears of any changes at the Tianqi Imperial Palace, he will arrive immediately."

"There's also Yan Zhantian, the Furious Sword Immortal, who is also the master of a prince of Tianqi, and there's also the Dark River, which has always been quite restless."

"This is the number one assassin organization feared by all in the martial arts world. The current patriarch of Dark River seems to be quite ambitious and has even participated in the struggle for succession."

"Send someone to contact these people, and they will probably come. After all, they are martial arts practitioners and top-notch experts."

"To contend with an extremely powerful person, to besiege and kill an extraordinary being, and to save an emperor in the process, and to obtain a relatively large reward, is to kill multiple birds with one stone."

Below, a middle-aged man in armor has a slight frown:
"Do you think your cultivation level is comparable to that of Li Changsheng, who was once invincible?"

"Do you really think that my strength is not worthy of the title of the number one person in the world?"

Zhuang Bu Ran chuckled:
"I don't care who becomes emperor. You can invite whomever you want to be emperor afterward, even if it's Xiao Se, who is already a cripple."

"Now I prefer to make people do things that I don't want to do myself. If it were a few years ago, when I was a bit more aggressive in my temperament."

His tone was leisurely:
"I either ignore it or I care about the dead but not the living."

With a flick of his sleeve, the young Taoist priest in the green robe sent the armored man, Ye Xiaoying, flying out of the main hall.

"I'll give you three days. Whatever your methods, if the person I want doesn't arrive, I can either save your daughter or kill her!"

He half-closed his eyes and said again:

"If you remain quiet for three days and stop making noise, I will release you all."

Immediately, everyone looked at each other and began to quietly find corner seats to sit down.

Emperor Mingde was the same; he found a corner to himself with a deep expression, while his ministers avoided him like the plague, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, and all kept their distance from him.

This was not only because the young Taoist priest in green robes above was too intimidating, but also because of Emperor Mingde's actions over the years, especially the case of the Prince of Langya, which made his cold-blooded and ruthless tyrannical heart completely clear.

A few hours later.

Li Hanyi saw that the vast Tianqi Imperial Palace had fallen into an eerie silence, and a city gate was wide open, revealing several imperial guards lying haphazardly inside.

She rose abruptly, her jade-like face solemn. The guards, eunuchs, palace maids, and servants before her eyes all seemed like wooden puppets or clay sculptures, whether standing or sitting, emitting long, drawn-out snores as if they were asleep.

Seeing that there was no bloodshed inside the palace, he felt a sense of relief.

Before long, Li Hanyi entered the Golden Palace and saw a very familiar young Taoist priest in a green robe sitting on the dragon throne with his eyes closed, resting.

"Snow Moon Sword Immortal, your mother is the Azure Dragon Envoy, one of the Four Guardians of Heavenly Revelation." Emperor Mingde seemed to have forgotten something and urgently pleaded for help: "Quickly capture this evil cultivator!"

Li Hanyi ignored him and looked at the young Taoist priest in the green robe:

"Zhao Huanzhen, have you had enough fun?"

This was nothing like a rescue mission. Not only did it make Emperor Mingde see stars, but the hearts of the civil and military officials around him, who had been hanging in suspense, also settled down heavily.

"This matter will not be over until you resolve your inner conflict."

"I did harbor resentment for years, but I no longer hold onto it in recent years."

"No longer caring, or what is called forgetting, is just a helpless self-consolation. Hatred is something that can only be extinguished when a person dies."

Zhuang Buran smiled, and Li Hanyi felt an inexplicable force binding her to the spot.

"Not to mention that my cultivation is far superior to yours, I have already set up an array around this palace. You'll have to wait a bit."

Three days later, a piece of news shocked the world.

A Taoist priest came from the west and landed in the Tianqi Imperial Palace. He imprisoned Emperor Mingde and his officials in the Golden Palace, waiting for a master from the world to rescue them.

Then someone brought out Emperor Mingde's decree, which stated that anyone who had saved the emperor would be rewarded with high-ranking official positions and generous salaries.

Countless martial arts masters flocked to Tianqi City, most indeed for the so-called rewards, but many simply wanted to witness this grand event.

The news spread without anyone knowing how, but it was rumored that Huang Liangxian, who had always been considered a Taoist priest from Wangcheng Mountain, had acted out of anger for the sake of a woman.

He first became acquainted with the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, who was new to the martial arts world. Later, he went into seclusion on the mountain to cultivate. When he came out of seclusion, he learned that the Snow Moon Sword Immortal's mother, Li Xinyue, had died because of the Xiao family of Beili.

It seems that Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, also developed a knot in his heart because of this, and has been living in a hermitage in Cangshan, detached from worldly affairs.

Thus, a Taoist priest trampled through the Tianqi Imperial Palace, and apart from Xiao Chuhe, the sixth prince who had been demoted by Emperor Mingde and whose fate was still unknown, he slaughtered all the other princes.

Outside the Tianqi Imperial Palace.

Many masters gathered, including three of the five great sword immortals of the world: Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, Confucian Sword Immortal Xie Xuan, and Wrathful Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian.

Gun Immortal Sikong Changfeng, along with many other famous martial arts sects such as Tang Clan, Lei Family Fortress, and Dark River, also came here.

The large group entered the palace in a grand procession. Xie Xuan, seeing the unusual scene inside, couldn't help but sigh:

"As expected of the Yellow Millet Immortal, he actually made the entire palace fall asleep."

Upon hearing this, many martial artists reached out to touch the bodies of the Imperial Guards lying on the ground, including Lei Wujie and others. They found that the guards were fast asleep, and even if they injected their internal energy, it was like throwing stones into the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

Before long, the group arrived outside the Golden Palace, where a violent and incomparable energy inexplicably emanated from within.

The magnificent palace was reduced to dust in the blink of an eye, but the force of the attack remained undiminished. Before the martial artists who had come to the rescue or to watch the spectacle could even see the culprit who had caused the upheaval in the Tianqi Palace, they were all knocked to the ground.

In the darkness, there was an extremely fierce force, like the overwhelming power of the heavens pressing down, which made these people unable to stand up.

They could only make out a glimpse of a young Taoist priest in a green robe sitting lazily on the high throne in front of them.

"Hehe, I wonder if Li Changsheng, the former number one in the world, has the same prestige as I do today?"

A voice, tinged with a hint of laughter, drifted over:

"Sword immortals, spear immortals, and even half-step Divine Realm masters all appear so vulnerable."

"If the so-called martial arts world can only go this far, it is really meaningless. No wonder the truly invincible masters either live in seclusion overseas or in a remote corner."

Zhuang Buran got up and stepped down the stairs, only to see a middle-aged man in a dragon robe in the corner suddenly bleeding from all seven orifices and dying violently, falling heavily to the ground.

"Look, life is so fragile. To me, the emperor is no different from an ant, and so are you."

With each step the young Taoist priest in the green robe took, someone would die; he took six steps in a row.

Luo Qingyang, the Lone Sword Immortal, is dead!

The Furious Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian is dead!

Xie Qidao, the patriarch of the Xie family, is dead!

Old Master Tang of the Tang Clan is dead!
Su Muyu, the patriarch of the Dark River Su family, is dead!
Su Changhe, the patriarch of the Dark River Clan, is dead!

These people are either sword immortals or knife immortals, or they are capable of poisoning or assassinating sword immortals, and there are even peerless masters who are halfway to the Divine Realm.

They all perished with a single step from the young Taoist priest in the green robe, instantly sending chills down the spines of everyone present, leaving them speechless and unable to believe what they were witnessing.

"Killing people is as easy as trampling on weeds; it's utterly boring."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe suddenly rose into the air, and with a surge of energy, he carried Li Hanyi away with him, leaving behind a single sentence that echoed far away:

"I am a natural-born immortal, which is really out of place in this vast world. I should retire. The overseas immortal islands are more suitable for my identity."

Two days later.

In Snowmoon City, atop the Cangshan Mountain, a man and a woman stood side by side.

"Didn't you say you were planning to go to an overseas fairy island? Why did you bring me back to Snowmoon City?"

"Hanyi, do you know what it means that dragons do not live with snakes, and tigers do not walk with dogs?"

The young Taoist priest in the green robe suddenly made a move, pointing his sword finger at the white-clad woman's brow, and said with a smile:

"I have given you all the swordsmanship I know, and I hope that one day you will find me."

"Let me say: Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a poor young girl."

Having said that, his figure became ethereal and unpredictable, dissipating without a trace like smoke and clouds.

(End of this chapter)