From Blood Mage to Styx Ancestor

Chapter 399 The Wheels of History? Watch me refute this!

The prime minister disappeared without warning.

None of the civil and military officials present saw exactly what happened; they only saw the prime minister abruptly disappear the moment he drew his brush.

There was no trace of energy flow or spatial fluctuation; the disappearance of a living person was truly unexpected.

However, they didn't dwell on the matter for long, because in a short while, they had completely forgotten about the prime minister.

Instead, a new prime minister, Modi, took his place.

Although this new prime minister has only been in office for a short time, he is ruthless and single-handedly helped the dragon descendant to the throne, wielding immense power. He is also said to be the supreme ruler of the demon god... at least that's what their memories say.

Regardless, all the civil and military officials held him in the utmost awe, to the point that they would swarm around him and drape him in the imperial robes at his command.

There was only one thing they couldn't understand: this Prime Minister Mo had no such thoughts whatsoever, and his words and actions were consistent, making him seem like a truly loyal prime minister of the empire.

The court assembly ended in such a muddled manner that the final result was the confirmation of the Dragonborn's ascension to the throne.

No one objected to this, or rather, with that iron-fisted prime minister in power, no one dared to raise any objections.

With their minds in turmoil, the officials left the court and spread the news of the new emperor's impending ascension to the throne throughout the upper echelons of society.

Before long, the whole of Beijing knew about it, and then the whole of China.

Most people were hearing about the existence of the Dragonborn for the first time and were completely bewildered when they heard the news.

However, they were quite familiar with Mo Xiang, at least that's what their memories say.

For most ordinary people, this news is nothing; they are more concerned about their current lives.

However, those officials had to be cautious about this matter. Being in this circle, any slight movement from above could affect their careers, or even their lives, so they had no choice but to be careful.

The most vehement reactions came from the regional military governors.

Since the etheric tides, Cinta has not been without external expansion. In fact, there were originally some small countries around Cinta, which were located in the eastern part of the continent along with Cinta.

Driven by that great general, China launched a series of wars against foreign powers, eventually dismantling and annexing those smaller countries.

The various border garrisons were a product of the war. They were controlled by military governors and were used to prevent rebellions by the remnants of small states, as well as to guard against the increasingly powerful Blood God Cult in the west.

"But now, we may no longer be needed."

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The speaker was named He Lusi, the military governor of three towns, who was deeply trusted by the great general in the imperial court.

However, after the general was killed, he, like everyone else, had long forgotten about him, and in his place was the iron-fisted prime minister.

"Although I was promoted by Lord Mo... oh, now I should call him Prime Minister Mo," He Lusi paused, "although I was promoted by him, at this point, I doubt he will consider our past relationship."

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"The era of Qingxu, which belonged to the military governors, may be coming to an end."

"Father, what do you mean?" his youngest son, He Qingxu, asked, frowning.

"The border garrisons were originally established to guard against the Blood God Cult in the west, but now we no longer need to guard against the Blood God Cult, as that dragon descendant was originally a high-ranking member of the Blood God Cult..."

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He Lusi's gaze was far-reaching, as if he were foreseeing a future scene.

"Do you think that once the Blood God Cult is no longer a threat, His Majesty the Dragonborn and the current Prime Minister will still go to great lengths to maintain the various regional powers?"

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Upon hearing this, his youngest son's already furrowed brows tightened even more.

"They will abolish the fiefdoms and cancel the position of military governor," He Qingxu said coldly. "Father, what should we do?"

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"Don't be impatient. Your elder brother holds a position in the court. He will inform us of the court's movements. We can then adapt to the situation. Until then, we will remain inactive."

He gazed eastward, his eyes piercing through the clouds, as if he could see the capital from the regional military governors.

He narrowed his eyes, and his tone became sinister.

"If the court insists on reducing the power of the regional military governors, perhaps the purge of corrupt officials from the emperor's inner circle will have to be brought forward."

"Father, be careful what you say!" He Qingxu was startled and quickly pointed to the sky. "It is said that the prime minister can know the affairs of the world without leaving his house. It would be better if we did not reveal our secret plot."

"Hmph, you actually believe that? Or are you just scared?" He scoffed dismissively.

"That's just an exaggeration, a mere rumor, like the claim that the prime minister is a demon god—pure nonsense!"

Although his father's words were full of confidence, for some reason, He Qingxu still felt that what he said was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on where this feeling came from.

He could only console himself by treating these as his own illusions.

"Ha, rather than believing these things, it's better to believe that the prime minister is the leader of that Blood God Cult, or that the dragon descendant and the prime minister have a thing going on. At least that would explain why the prime minister and the dragon descendant have always had a good relationship."

He Lusi sneered, but his words only made his youngest son more uneasy.

"Father, you should say less..." He Qingxu stammered, then tried to change the subject: "By the way, if the court doesn't intend to reduce the power of the regional military governors for the time being, what should we do?"

"Isn't that simple?"

He Lusi glanced at him, as if wondering, "Do I have to teach you something like this?"

Stared at like that by his father, his cheeks flushed slightly. He looked down at the floor, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Father, please stop keeping me in suspense."

"Simple. Since the court has given us time, we should make good use of it and force the court to abandon its idea of ​​weakening the power of the princes."

"How can we get the court to give up?" He Qingxu chimed in at the opportune moment.

He Lusi glanced at him again, and said impatiently, "Think about why the imperial court needs the existence of regional military governors?"

After thinking for a moment, he gave his answer.

"To guard the frontier and prevent the Blood God Cult from attacking... but the Blood God Cult is not..."

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"What's important is how the Blood God Cult treats it, not what's important is how the various warlords treat it."

The fat man with a large belly gave a sly smile, revealing a sinister nature that didn't match his honest face.

In a flash, He Qingxu understood what his father meant, but he pretended not to understand and deliberately asked, "What does this mean?"

Unaware of his son's deep thoughts, He Lusi smiled meaningfully, "The closest to the Blood God Sect are the regional military governors, the ones guarding the borders are also the regional military governors, and the ones who can cause chaos on the borders are also our regional military governors."

"As long as the Blood God Cult clashes with us, no matter how close Her Majesty the Dragonborn is to the Blood God Cult, she will eventually have to make a choice."

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Upon hearing this, He Qingxu was startled and said, "But if it's found out who did this, they'll lose their heads!"

"So what?" He Lusi shook his head with a smile. "This is not only my idea, but also a consensus that has long been reached by the surrounding vassal states... We have never thought of rebellion, we just want to protect our vassal states."

"Ha, I doubt even you believe that yourself?"

He Qingxu scoffed inwardly, rolling his eyes almost imperceptibly, only to see his father's expression of surprise and anger.

Without a doubt, both of these emotions arose because of him.

"You, say that sentence again." He Lusi frowned, his already narrow eyes narrowing into slits.

His chilling tone convinced him that his father would never mind staging a "killing his son without regret" scene.

"Father, Father, what did I say?" He Qingxu was in a state of great confusion.

In his opinion, he should have said nothing.

"Could this pig be trying to trick me? Could he have discovered that I'm secretly trying to win people over?"

He muttered a curse to himself, but to his surprise, He Lusi glared at him, his expression becoming even more furious and terrifying.

"You wretched beast! I raised you all these years, and this is how you repay your old man?!"

He Lusi roared, startling He Qingxu.

He then realized that he had unknowingly spoken his true feelings aloud.

"Wait, Father, this is all a misunderstanding. I must have been framed—"

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"Misunderstanding? Okay, I misunderstood too. Don't yell at me later."

He Lusi rolled up his sleeves, moved his mountain-like body, and pressed his greasy hands down on his own son, as if he wanted to crush his head out of thin air.

He Qingxu's vision went black as he felt a surge of immense power rising from above his head and spreading throughout his body.

The next moment, he was sent flying and crashed heavily outside the courtyard wall.

After throwing his youngest son out, He Lusi snorted coldly, clapped his hands, and turned around leisurely, his sharp gaze piercing the courtyard gate.

"You've been listening for so long, why are you picking on a child? Now that things have come to this, shouldn't you come out?"

"Come out? No, I've always been here."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Lusi's pupils contracted sharply.

Inside the courtyard, at the main gate, stood a young man in a red robe carrying a sword, who looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

Strangely, He Lusi clearly remembered that the main gate was completely empty a moment ago, even his memory...

"wrong!"

In his memory, the image of this young man had long existed. When did it first begin?

It was at the beginning of his conversation with his son that the young man in the red robe pushed open the door and asked him for a cup of tea.

"The tea is good."

Modi nodded slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"It was sent from the North, right? I remember the ingredients for this tea came from another world, which has long been monopolized by the Blood God Cult. Currently, only the North has the right to grow it on the entire continent."

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....right."

He Lusi caught the teacup that was thrown at him and placed it back on the table without making a sound, his eyes fixed on the young man in the red robe.

"May I ask your honorable name?"

"Weren't you just talking about me?" Mordy smiled. "Take another look."

His pupils dilated slightly as he took a closer look at the young man in front of him.

A red robe, two swords of blue and white, and a spiral spear strapped to his back... This outfit and face do seem somewhat familiar.

After arranging the above characteristics together, a vague image vaguely appeared in his mind, giving him a strange sense of familiarity.

"Wait, you are—" A flash of inspiration struck, and memories were like being thrown into a blender, shattered and reassembled, and a name was about to emerge.

"—Mo Xiang."

"Not bad at all. It took you so long to recognize me. You're much better than your fellow military governors." Modi nodded appreciatively. "They couldn't hold back their excitement the moment they saw me."

He was drenched in cold sweat; the clothes on He Lusi's back were soaked with sweat.

He never imagined that it would take him so long to remember the name of the prime minister who had promoted him.

But that shouldn't be the case. He's an immortal, how could his memories be disordered?

Unless... a terrible intuition suddenly arose in his mind, but he dared not think about it deeply, and simply smiled and greeted him.

"I was unaware that we were destined to meet, and I apologize for not greeting you properly..."

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Modi waved his hand and said something that made his heart stop: "No need for formalities, after all, the visitor is not friendly."

"My heart...do not look at me, I do not know what this means?"

His back was as if carrying a heavy load, making him more and more hunched and slumped, but his tone became increasingly calm, revealing no emotion.

"Literally," Modi said, not paying attention to this minor issue, "I know your plans, and you also know that it's inevitable that people's hearts will be unsettled after the new emperor has just ascended the throne."

Seeing that He Lusi remained silent, he continued, "Although we originally intended to reduce the power of the feudal lords, we did consider a subsequent compensation plan, but you should never have reached out to the Blood God Cult."

After a long silence, He Lusi suddenly straightened up and said in a deep voice, "Why? I can understand why His Majesty, who comes from the Blood God Sect, prefers that side, but why do you, Prime Minister Mo, do the same?"

"It's obvious, because I am the leader of the Blood God Cult," Modi said bluntly.

Another bombshell dropped, and He Lusi should have been shocked, but instead he looked like he'd seen a ghost, his eyes fixed on what was behind Mo Di.

More accurately, he was staring at the large group of ghostly figures behind Modi.

The headless general, the numb imperial guards, the faceless palace maids... they, no, they all stood silently behind Modi, casting some kind of "gaze" at him.

The next instant, the general picked up his head, the imperial guards smiled, and the palace maids drew smiley faces on their own blood.

They extended a warm invitation to him, inviting him to join them and become one of them.

"This isn't an invitation, it's a notification," Mordy kindly reminded her. "From the moment you came to know me, your transformation had already begun."

"Considering that you've held out for so long before recognizing me, it's probably still quite a while before you completely transform into hope and Yi."

"To be honest, the environment here is too peaceful, unlike the chaos in the Abyss. This also means that the quality of the immortals here is not as good as those in the Abyss. There are very few like you."

Modi was somewhat disappointed in him, but these words had a different meaning for He Lusi.

"Hua, hope, Yi... are you referring to these strange creatures?"

He shakily reached out his hand and pointed to the large swath of ghostly figures behind Modi.

With his knowledge, he could tell that this was no ordinary evil spirit, but some kind of more bizarre existence.

Simply making eye contact with them and observing their existence will cause you to fall into their state, until you become like them.

Even more terrifying, when seeing some of these figures, many fragmented memories surfaced in He Lusi's mind.

When he pieced these memories together, he discovered that they were his true, undistorted memories.

The person who promoted him was not some prime minister, but the headless general.

The prime minister should not have been the young man in red robes standing before them, but rather an old figure among the ghostly figures.

The being before him had altered the memories of all living beings, manipulating the entire empire, including himself, Horus.

"...I am powerless to change anything, but I have one last request: could you spare my son's life?"

Finally, a pleading look appeared on his face.

"He has no special abilities and will not cause His Majesty any trouble. Prime Minister Mo, please be merciful and spare his life."

"I can't do it." Modi shook his head, refusing outright: "He has come to recognize me, and the change is irreversible."

Upon hearing this, the military governor of the three towns remained silent for a long time before finally giving a bitter smile.

"Very well, at least he won't be all alone on his journey to the underworld, and my son and I will have each other's company."

A day and a night later, many military governors, including He Lusi, died tragically before they could launch a major rebellion.

Before the process of regional warlordism could even begin, it was nipped in the bud by Modi, and the wheels of history were turned back by him.