People in the Imperial Music Bureau: The Storytelling Demon Child Nezha

"Ah!" Zhang Shen suddenly let out a horrific scream. His entire face melted like wax, revealing the stark white bones beneath. Even more terrifying, countless golden characters crawled out from his ruptured chest cavity, forming a miniature imperial edict in the air—it was none other than the true will left by the late emperor on the night of his death three years ago!

Huaiqing staggered backward: So his elder brother... really did kill his father and usurp the throne.

Xu Qi'an seized the opportunity to strike the gong, its sound shaking the heavens: "Gentlemen, look closely! This is the late emperor's handwriting!" With the sound of the gong, the golden light in the eyes of the officials faded. Zhang Shen's mangled body crashed to the ground, and the golden characters suddenly changed direction, swarming towards the imperial mausoleum like locusts.

Oh no! Li Qiye coughed up a mouthful of blood; he needed to use the dragon vein to be reborn!

The earth began to tremble, and a deep dragon's roar echoed from the direction of the imperial mausoleum. Xu Qi'an was about to give chase when Li Qiye pressed down on his shoulder: "Go and stabilize the court." He looked at Huaiqing and said meaningfully: "A country cannot be without a ruler for a single day."

Before Huaiqing could react, Xu Qi'an loudly announced: "By imperial decree of the Imperial Observatory, Princess Huaiqing shall temporarily assume the administration of the court from this day forward!" As he spoke, he pulled out a scroll of purple-gold silk from his bosom, which was the seal of the Imperial Observatory.

From afar came the calls of "Greetings to the Regent!", but Li Qiye's figure had long since vanished into the swirling dust. Only Huaiqing noticed a yellowed piece of paper that had fallen from Li Qiye's sleeve as he left—half a fate chart with the words "Wei Yuan" written on it.

Deep within the imperial mausoleum, in the underground palace passageway.

A wisp of blue flame burned at Li Qiye's fingertip, and in its light, the five-clawed golden dragons on the murals on either side seemed to move slowly. He suddenly stopped, and the blue flame hissed and went out—the bronze ever-burning lamp three zhang in front of him still had fresh oil.

Lord Wei has a refined taste. Li Qiye chuckled at the empty passageway, "Using mermaid oil to light lamps, aren't you afraid of incurring bad karma?"

From the shadows came the sound of a wheelchair rolling over blue bricks. Wei Yuan, draped in a dark fox fur cloak, slowly appeared, a game of chess lying across his lap: Lord Li had arrived two quarters of an hour later than expected. He picked up a black piece and tapped it on the center position of the chessboard, but had it been tripped up by Prince Huaiqing?

The underground palace suddenly trembled, and the white jade chess pieces on the chessboard bounced. Three copper coins slid out of Li Qiye's sleeve and landed, forming a hexagram of ominousness (good fortune).

"The Imperial Censor used thirty years of his lifespan to deceive the heavens, just so that you, a eunuch, could steal the dragon vein?" Li Qiye suddenly sprang up, his folding fan at his waist unfolding like a knife, the twelve fan ribs shooting out, each wrapped with a dark red chain of fortune.

Wei Yuan's wheelchair retreated three feet, and a scroll of bamboo slips flew out from his sleeve, unfolding into a shield. The instant the fan ribs embedded themselves into the bamboo slips, the entire underground palace suddenly lit up with a star map—this was no imperial tomb, but clearly an upside-down observatory!

Chapter 146 The First Supervisor's Natal Magic Weapon!

Wrong. Wei Yuan's fingertips traced the chessboard, and suddenly the black pieces transformed into black dragons, devouring the white pieces. It was His Majesty's voluntary sacrifice of the dragon vein. He lifted his cloak, revealing half a bronze divination stick stuck in his chest. Three years ago, he sent a corpse to the Imperial Observatory. Guess whose it was?

Li Qiye's pupils constricted sharply. The patterns on the divination slip were clearly... the natal artifact of the first Supervisor! No wonder the current Supervisor was helping Wei Yuan; it turned out...

boom--! .

It's actually the Witch God Cult!

"Why did the Witch God Cult get involved?" Li Qiye stared intently at Wei Yuan, his eyes blazing. He gripped his folding fan tightly again, the twelve ribs ready to shoot out at any moment.

Wei Yuan slowly turned his wheelchair to the chessboard, gently picked up a white piece, and placed it on the edge of the board. "Do you think the game of chess in this world is that simple? The Witch God Cult is just one piece in the game."

Li Qiye snorted coldly, "Stop keeping me in suspense, Lord Wei. What kind of earth-shattering conspiracy lies behind all this?"

Wei Yuan raised his head, his gaze deep, as if he could see through the endless darkness. "Three years ago, the late emperor passed away, and His Majesty ascended the throne."

But did you know that during the reign of the late emperor, he obtained a clue to an ancient artifact?

That divine artifact is said to possess the power to reverse fate and ensure a dynasty's prosperity for a thousand years.

Li Qiye frowned slightly. "An ancient artifact? What does this have to do with His Majesty's sacrifice to the dragon vein?"

"His Majesty was determined to preserve his imperial power forever. When he learned of the power of that divine artifact, he began to have designs on it."

However, the artifact is sealed by a mysterious force, and it requires a huge amount of energy to unseal it.

"And this dragon vein is the best source of energy," Wei Yuan said slowly.

"So His Majesty colluded with you, attempting to use the power of the dragon vein to unseal the divine artifact?" Li Qiye pressed.

Wei Yuan sneered, "Collusion? It's nothing more than each getting what they want."

His Majesty needs the power of the divine artifact to consolidate his imperial power, while I... need to leverage this series of events to complete my plan.

"Your plan? What exactly do you want to do?" Li Qiye's voice grew colder and colder.

"Why was the Supervisor willing to use thirty years of his lifespan to conceal the secrets of Heaven? Because he also saw the enormous crisis that the world was about to face."

The Witch God Cult is stirring up trouble; if it is not restrained, the entire world will be plunged into utter ruin.

"I discussed with the supervisor that we should use this seemingly chaotic situation as bait to lure the Witch God Cult into a trap," Wei Yuan explained.

"But what does this have to do with the first supervisor's natal artifact?" Li Qiye continued to press.

"The first supervisor once fought a great battle with the Witch God Cult. The natal artifact he left behind contains the key power to restrain the Witch God Cult."

The corpse His Majesty sent was a descendant of the first Supervisor.

"Through a special ritual, we awaken the power of our natal magical artifacts, so that we can deliver a fatal blow to the Witch God Cult at a crucial moment," Wei Yuan said.

Just then, the tremors in the underground palace intensified, and a thick black mist wafted out from the depths of the passageway.

A strange chanting could be faintly heard from within the mist, as if it were the wailing of evil spirits from the deepest hell.

"The people from the Witch God Cult have arrived." Wei Yuan said calmly, as if he had expected this all along.

Runes flickered around Li Qiye, preparing for battle. "Since that's the case, let's settle things once and for all today!"

Black mist quickly filled the entire underground palace, and Li Qiye could only see Wei Yuan's blurry figure appearing and disappearing in his wheelchair.

Chapter 147 Black Lightning

The eerie chanting grew closer, as if countless cold hands were gently caressing one's soul.

Suddenly, a black bolt of lightning shot out from the mist, heading straight for Li Qiye.

Li Qiye's eyes sharpened, and he swung his folding fan sharply, unleashing a surge of law power that collided with the black lightning. With a deafening boom, the powerful impact shattered the surrounding bronze lamps, sending sparks flying.

"Hmph, Li Qiye, today is your death day!" A sinister voice came from the mist, and then a group of figures dressed in black robes slowly emerged.

They held various strange magical artifacts in their hands, which shimmered with a ghostly green light and emitted a nauseating aura.

Upon closer inspection, Li Qiye realized that these men in black robes were members of the Witch God Cult.

The leader was a tall man with a ferocious bronze mask on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that emitted a red glow.

"Who are you?" Li Qiye asked coldly.

"I am a protector of the Witch God Cult, and I have come today to take your life as a sacrifice to our Witch God!" the bronze-masked man laughed wildly.

With that, he waved his magical artifact, and the black-robed cultists instantly scattered, surrounding Li Qiye and Wei Yuan.

They chanted incantations, and the magical artifacts in their hands shone brightly, shooting beams of black light towards Li Qiye and Wei Yuan.

Li Qiye flashed and instantly appeared in front of Wei Yuan, rapidly waving his folding fan to block the black light one by one.

Each black ray of light that collided with the folding fan produced a piercing sound, like metal rubbing against metal.

"Lord Wei, you step back first, I'll hold them off!" Li Qiye said to Wei Yuan as he turned around.

Wei Yuan nodded slightly, turned his wheelchair, and retreated to one side of the underground palace.

He took out an antique box from his pocket, opened it, and inside was a piece of jade that emitted a faint light.

He placed the jade on the armrest of his wheelchair and muttered incantations. Instantly, a transparent shield appeared around the wheelchair, protecting him.

Li Qiye fought with all his might against the followers of the Witch God Cult. The folding fan in his hand sometimes unfolded like a knife, and sometimes closed like a sword, each wave carrying a powerful force of law.

The black-robed cultists fell to the ground under his attack, screaming in agony.

Upon seeing this, the man in the bronze mask flashed with anger. "You scoundrel, how dare you injure my followers!" He clapped his hands together, and the magical artifact in his hands suddenly grew several times larger. A black beam of light shot out from the artifact and swept towards Li Qiye.

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Li Qiye sensed this powerful force and his expression changed slightly.

He took a deep breath, and the runes around him shone brightly. He pushed his folding fan forward sharply, and a dazzling light from the runes collided with the black pillar of light.

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The interplay of light illuminated the entire underground palace as if it were daytime.

The powerful energy surge shattered the surrounding walls, sending stones tumbling down.

Both Li Qiye and the man in the bronze mask were forced back several steps by this force.

"Such powerful strength!" Li Qiye exclaimed inwardly.

He knew that this protector of the Witch God Cult was no ordinary person, and he had to go all out.

Just as Li Qiye and the bronze-masked man were locked in a stalemate, suddenly, a golden light shot out from the entrance of the underground palace.

In the light, a figure streaked across the sky like a shooting star and instantly appeared beside Li Qiye.

"Brother Li, I'm here to help you!" A familiar voice rang out. Li Qiye turned around and saw that it was Xu Qi'an.

Chapter 148 A Troublesome Guy

"Brother Xu, what brings you here?" Li Qiye was both surprised and delighted.

"The Imperial Censor foresaw the trouble this place would face and specially ordered me to come and provide assistance," Xu Qi'an said, holding a bronze gong in his hand, a string of destiny coins hanging from his waist, and exuding a powerful aura.

The man in the bronze mask's expression changed slightly when he saw Xu Qi'an. "Another troublesome fellow."

Xu Qi'an snorted coldly, "The Witch God Cult has committed numerous evils, and today is your last day, August 30th!" With that, he slammed the gong, and the sound of the gong resounded throughout the underground palace like a great bell.

Upon hearing the sound of the gong, the followers of the witch doctor sect covered their ears, their faces showing pain.

"The sound of this gong is so powerful!" Li Qiye was astonished.

As Xu Qi'an struck the gong, he took out seven copper coins from his waist and arranged them in the Big Dipper formation in the air.

The copper coins shimmered, and golden threads shot out from them, wrapping around the followers of the Witch God Cult.

The believer, entangled in the silk threads, instantly stiffened and became unable to move.

Upon seeing this, the man in the bronze mask was enraged. "You two bastards, today I will make sure you die without a burial place!" The magical artifact in his hand grew larger again, and black light completely enveloped his figure.

"Watch out, Brother Xu! This guy's about to unleash a powerful attack!" Li Qiye shouted a warning.

Xu Qi'an nodded, and he and Li Qiye exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.

Li Qiye's body shone brightly with runes. He unfolded his folding fan, and the twelve fan ribs shot out again, each carrying a powerful force of law, flying towards the bronze-masked man.

Xu Qi'an then raised the gong high and muttered incantations.

The sound of the gong became more urgent, and a golden light curtain shot out from the gong, enveloping Li Qiye and Xu Qi'an.

The man in the bronze mask swung his magical artifact violently, and a huge black vortex surged out of the artifact, sweeping towards Li Qiye and Xu Qi'an.

Wherever the vortex passed, space was distorted and deformed, as if it wanted to devour everything.

The fan ribs collided with the black vortex, producing a series of explosions.

The fan ribs broke under the immense force, but this also successfully weakened the power of the black vortex.

The moment the golden light curtain came into contact with the black vortex, the light flickered violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.

Li Qiye and Xu Qi'an gritted their teeth, doing their best to maintain their strength...

They knew that once the light barrier shattered, they would be swallowed by the black vortex.

While Li Qiye and Xu Qi'an were desperately resisting the attack from the bronze-masked man, Wei Yuan sat in a wheelchair, tightly clutching the jade stone that emitted a faint light in his hand.

His eyes were solemn, and he kept chanting ancient incantations.

Suddenly, the jade shone brightly, and a white light shot out from the jade, flying towards the black vortex.

The white light collided with the black vortex, producing a deafening roar. The power of the black vortex began to gradually weaken and slowly dissipate.

"This is..." The bronze-masked man stared in shock at the scene. He never expected that a mysterious power would suddenly appear and break his attack.

Li Qiye and Xu Qi'an also breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at Wei Yuan, their eyes filled with doubt.

Wei Yuan slowly said, "This jade is a treasure left behind by the first supervisor, and it can exert great power at critical moments."

I've been searching for an opportunity, and now I've finally succeeded in using its power to weaken the Witch God Cult's attack.

Chapter 149 A Desperate Struggle

Li Qiye and Xu Qi'an nodded, their admiration for Wei Yuan's wisdom growing even stronger.

"In that case, let's take this opportunity to wipe out these remnants of the Witch God Cult in one fell swoop!" Xu Qi'an said loudly.

Li Qiye and Wei Yuan agreed. The three quickly adjusted their stance and launched another attack on the Witch God Cult members.

Li Qiye brandished his folding fan, the power of laws crisscrossing and intersecting, and wherever he went, the black-robed cultists fell to the ground.

Xu Qi'an struck the gong, and golden light flashed continuously. Under the light, the bodies of the believers who were bound by golden threads began to gradually dissipate.

Wei Yuan, sitting in wheelchair 07, manipulated the power of the jade, and beams of white light shot out from the jade, hitting the cultists who tried to escape one by one.