The Villain Princess survived the Imperial Riot

Today, Yunling is revitalized and all kinds of people are growing wildly. It is impossible to do without restraint.

"If I invite Viola to accompany me, she won't refuse..."

Free Will has not been cultivated in Fran for so many years in vain. As a disciple of the Free Blade, Domis may appear to be an ordinary merchant's daughter, but the resources she can mobilize are by no means small, and adding one more person is just a matter of raising her hand.

The only troublesome thing is Viola's identity as a maid.

The black-haired girl's time is controlled by the evil dragon, so she certainly cannot be free. If Domis wants Viola to stay overnight, she must make more considerations and ask her best friend to take leave in advance to reserve ample time.

What she has to do at the party is to win the heart of her best friend and make her realize the ugliness of the Celestial Dragons!

that's it!

Clenching her fists, Domis regained her composure and walked towards the stronghold without hesitation.

Volume 93: Bird in a Cage: . Three arrows in the furnace, the dagger is revealed

Noon, in the inner courtyard of the villa, in the glorious auditorium.

Cross arches support the magnificent hall, with giant marble columns on all four sides engraved with shrines, white bas-reliefs, and colorful paintings on the ceiling. The crystal glass of the dome casts sunlight onto the sacred and solemn coiled dragon.

Tianlong sheltered the throne beneath him in brilliant light, and rows of seats formed an arc around it. People gradually took their seats, but the main guests were still outside.

This is one of the procedures of this meeting. All the leaders of the secret cultivation participating in the meeting will present a gift to the princess to express their sincere respect for Tianlong.

Although the parliament was not named, the intention of the participants was obvious - to accept the imperial decree and become a hero in the sun.

Therefore, even though the princess didn't say it directly, everyone viewed this meeting as a loyalty ceremony. There were almost no spectators, and even the weakest lone rangers had a clear intention of becoming Tianlong's lackeys.

The auditorium was packed, and some of the less influential esoteric apprentices could only stand at the periphery. Iron-black armored knights stood guard in the corridors with distinct light and shadow. The majestic and murderous atmosphere made the whole audience speechless, with only the lingering sound of iron boots' footsteps lingering.

There were over a hundred fully armored Iron Throne Knights, countless armored soldiers who had undergone extraordinary reconstruction, and even if there were seven or eight hundred secret practitioners present, if the princess really ordered the exit to be blocked, they would only face a massacre under the might of the High Tower's military.

Some apprentices who had never faced the Iron Army but grew up listening to horror stories about the tower were already trembling with fear, their minds filled with thoughts of the "Feast of Hermon" and conspiracy theories.

Hestia rested her chin on her hand on the throne, her gaze indifferently overlooking the steps below. The Witch's Book revealed a profoundly complex spirituality, with countless symbols interwoven like a buffet dish.

Most of the secret practitioners are just apprentices, usually traveling in groups of three or five, following their mentors on the path to observe this conference. There are about one or two hundred spiritual beings who have reached the level of peeping into the secrets, and less than twenty have reached the level of proficiency, and none have achieved complete enlightenment or even clinging to form.

However, Hestia did not think this detracted from the tone of the meeting.

Beyond mastery lies a watershed, a level countless esoteric practitioners struggle to reach in their lifetimes. It's no longer a threshold that can be surpassed simply by diligent practice of the esoteric arts. Talent, luck, and resources are all essential, and one must be cautious enough to avoid death in combat.

Before the Empire's disintegration, the number of secret practitioners of the Iron-Blooded Cross and the Holy Covenant was probably greater than that of all other paths combined. Under such circumstances, it was almost impossible for an old fellow who could be promoted to the Wanzhao realm to risk his life to show off for the princess.

Freeman Monte was eighty years old when he finally entered the Imperial Academy. Looking at the entire Iron Cross Society, he was the only one like him in the past ten years.

As for those families, societies, and sects with unlimited resources, in the era when the Jedi team was in control, being in the perfect state was almost equivalent to being the leader of a region.

"General, what do you think?" Hestia looked aside.

There was a seat on her right, where sat "Yunling Butcher" Freeman Ant.

"Use the secret arts of order to seal off the auditorium. I can kill all these heretics with my bare hands." Freeman Monte glanced disdainfully at those secret practitioners who were human, ghost, and neither human nor ghost.

No matter how smart a knight is, the first thing he would consider when thinking of a solution is killing. The princess was already accustomed to these people's relatively single-threaded way of thinking, so she just smiled and did not comment.

She was not as murderous as Freeman Monte, and there were many other forces present, including the Church of Radiance, the Arcane Alliance, the Adventurer's Guild, the Tyran Financial Group, etc. If she wanted to get along with everyone and be at ease in the future, she had to leave an impression that she was worthy of cooperation.

"Your Highness, the donors are already here." Iyana approached the throne from the side door of the Holy Dragon Statue and whispered in the ear.

"Then let them begin." Hestia nodded.

As the majestic military music played, the dark red carpet leading to the auditorium door, which seemed to be flowing with rust and blood, began to unwind, and the eerie color climbed over the pure white walls like a shadow.

This is not any secret technique, but simply the killing that the Iron Army has been tainted with, which has solidified into reality at this moment.

The first person to enter the auditorium was a middle-aged gentleman in a dark purple court dress. He wore a satin waistcoat, an open-hem coat, white stockings, and woolen breeches. His high-heeled shoes trod with dignified yet heavy steps on the carpet.

Hestia raised her eyelids slightly and almost thought she had arrived in the era before the God-Emperor.

The gentleman wore a tricorn hat, a floral scarf around his neck, and a freshly withered tulip pinned to his chest. He held the jeweled box in both hands, looking straight ahead meticulously until he reached the steps below the princess's throne. Then, in a standard aristocratic manner, he knelt on one knee and said:

"Frishi Shaye, son of Bain Shaye and grandson of Milo Shaye, pays homage to Her Majesty the Princess. The Heavenly Dragon's divine power is mighty, and the grace of Heaven's mandate is everlasting."

Hestia knew information about this family.

Shaye, a family on the eternal path, is a secret cultivation family that gains favor by offering sacrifices to the mythical [Twin Sheaths]. It cannot be called ancient, but it is not short-lived either.

Five hundred years ago, Bain Shaye conquered the coast of the Rasfen Sea for the Sun King Lely III, but later accidentally sacrificed the Sun King's third daughter. He was exiled for over three hundred years, and only returned to the shadow of Rasfen after the Empire destroyed Fran.

High-ranking secret monks will gradually lose their normal reproductive ability. Since Frisch Shaye is the grandson of Bain, he is most likely an old man even older than General Ant.

It is not ruled out that this guy is a descendant created by Shaye using strange and bizarre secret techniques, but that kind of offspring will be classified as an abnormal creature. While inheriting some powers, they do not have the qualifications to become a secret cultivator or make further progress.

"Bring it up and let us see it," said Hestia.

Fritz Shaye stepped forward step by step and placed the treasure box in front of the princess with both hands. The moment the secret lock was unlocked, unparalleled vitality filled the entire hall, and even the secret practitioners in the corner suddenly became more energetic.

"What is this?" Hestia looked at the orange-red "amber" in the box.

"Blood of the thorny skin."

The whole audience was in an uproar when these words were spoken, and some skeletons hiding under their cloaks were even ready to move.

Wupi, the deity ruling the eternal path, is the source of the world's continuity and development. He is all-encompassing and omnipresent, nourishing the existence and growth of all things. In obscure secret histories, Wupi was once no longer Wupi, but pierced by a sharp blade. His spirit perished, his flesh rotted away, and his bones melted away, leaving only his skin, encompassing his dreams—a boundless orange sea.

Under the sharp blade, the weed skin gave birth to his children. They gnawed on their own "father and mother" and were conceived under the watering of the weed skin's blood.

[Twins with Different Sheaths] are the sons of Wupi. As for more historical materials, there is no way to know them.

Fuman Ant's eyelids twitched, and he said nonchalantly, "It's just a name. Even the blood of the weeds has long since dried up and no longer contains divinity. It's not the essence."

Fritz Shaye raised his head and looked at the calm imperial general.

You bastard, why are you bringing up such things? If it contained divine essence and blood, would it be your turn to see it?

However, the disparity in strength and status was there. Frisch Shaye smiled modestly and peacefully, saying, "Divinity is both our medicine and our poison. General, isn't such a pure and rare item better than genuine wupi blood?" He closed the box, concealing the endless vitality within. Then he added, "This drop of wupi blood can make the dead immortal, regenerate flesh and blood from bones, and give life to the dying. Even if the path collapses, wupi blood can offer a glimmer of hope, ensuring its continuation. If used to refine potions or perform prophetic sacrifices, it remains a unique and precious ingredient."

In order to avoid being accused of boasting, he did not want to exaggerate about this drop of amber-like "blood", but this vulgar and uncouth man devalued the blood of the bark of weeds to nothing, which was really too hateful!

"Not bad," Hestia said.

"..."

Fritz Shaye remained silent. It was unclear whether the princess was ignorant of the value of the items or was used to seeing rare treasures, but she was not tempted at all.

He didn't say much, but bowed again and stepped back, coming to the front row of seats that belonged exclusively to the Shaye family.

The princess ordered Iyana to take the treasure box and then waited for the second presenter to appear.

As early as a month ago, she had asked Marilyn to spread rumors in various secret gatherings, saying that the current princess was as arrogant and conceited as the emperor, fond of ostentation, and favored by flatterers. If they wanted to gain the most from the ceremony, they must first not let the princess lose face, and secondly, they must be more loyal than others. As for how to be loyal? Isn't it just based on who offers the more precious and rare treasure?

You don't even have a treasure, yet you still want a fief? You should just go back to your hometown and eat shit.

The second presenter was an old man with matted hair and beard, leaning on a rattan cane. He was old but strong, dressed in a cloth robe, like the white-robed wizard who had lived in seclusion in the mountains a thousand years ago as described by the poets.

The forest rangers were originally the moth cultivators of the Tao, but in this era, they prefer to call it the Way of Nature.

The old man presented a sapling, saying that it would take twenty years to grow, twenty years to bloom, and twenty years to bear fruit.

Hestia's gaze turned cold after hearing this.

Sixty years later, I'm afraid Charles II would have died a second time.

However, the princess noticed Iyana's interested gaze at the side door, nodded, and sent the old man away.

After that came the gifts from organizations such as the Blood Feast Society, the Rotten Bone Cult, the Dawn Society, and the Mysterious Voice Pirates. In addition to precious treasures and rare objects, there were also rare ritual instruments that were essential for secret cultivation.

The ritual vessel is the proof of the secret path of cultivation, the medium for wandering in dreams, and the instrument for performing secret arts. The difference from ordinary secret instruments is that it is consistent with the secret path of cultivation, almost equivalent to the secret organ extended externally. At the same time, there is no shortage of implanting ritual vessels into the flesh and clever means.

Many esoteric practitioners craft their own ritual vessels, or imbue important objects in their lives with mysticism to elevate them. However, many choose to use ritual vessels used by their predecessors, often from the Wanzhao and Zhixiang sects. These vessels carry a legacy that can help practitioners avoid many detours.

After seeing the priceless gifts one after another, Hestia remained calm. Just as she was wondering whether the information from the Cocoon Sisterhood was wrong, a man with a clear temperament and loose hair and robes walked up to her, holding a scroll in his arms.

He looked like a ranger, a bandit, a wanderer who wielded swords and guns, rather than a secret cultivator.

"Kaslat, Avale Gis, presents the secret map of the 'Three Arrows of Furnace Punishment' treasure to Tianlong!"

He knelt on the ground and held the scroll high in his hands.

The scroll was wider than a woman's arm, and when the presenter held it in his hands, it was like holding a short staff.

"Three arrows from the furnace punishment?"

For a moment, the auditorium was in turmoil again, and the secret practitioners recalled the legend that had been familiar to them for two hundred years.

The furnace punishment has three arrows: one arrow destroyed the God Emperor, one arrow pacified Tailan, and one arrow defeated the Kingdom of Heaven.

Although the battle of the God-Emperor beheading Furnace Punishment was recorded in historical documents, and the origin of the casting was attributed to the maker, the old god is immortal and will only be forgotten. The name of Furnace Punishment is still active in this era with the Furnace Punishment dwarves. No one looks down on an old god who still has his true name.

If it weren't for the Divine Emperor's extraordinary connection with the universe, just reciting the name "Furnace Punishment" would likely attract the attention of Heavenly Fire.

Hestia asked nonchalantly, "Is the treasure map real or fake?"

"Absolutely true!"

"Bring it here."

The wanderer then climbed the steps and placed the scroll on the table.

After observing it for a while, Hestia smiled and said, "Why can't it be opened?"

"#The treasure map is sealed by the secret dream lock. It needs to be dispersed and the Qi ritual of Yingling can be released."

"So you can solve it?"

"Yes!"

"Then open it and take a look."

At the princess's command, the wanderer chanted a spell, and immediately, talismans that sealed the scroll appeared, and a huge scroll slowly unfolded on the table.

Iyana stood in the shadow of the side door, silently feeling the breath of the heavenly fire.

The tabletop was as hot as a soldering iron, but it did not burn or melt.

"This isn't a map of the Sea of ​​Ember. This is..."

"The New World, the Golden Country, where the ancient faith of the furnace punishment was born."

In other words, the belief in furnace punishment was never limited to the Old World?

Hestia pondered this and shook her head again, not yet sure whether what the wanderer said was true or not.