Volume 1, Chapter 66: Enthronement, Fengchan, and the Reign Era

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September 25th in the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu.

The bell on the Drum Tower chimed, its resonant and lingering tones echoing throughout the entire city of Yingtian.

After nine strokes of the bell, Zhu Quan, wearing the nine-tassel crown and the emperor's dragon robe, stepped out from the Palace of Earthly Tranquility.

The bell chimed once more.

Melodious and majestic, carrying far and wide.

Once again, after nine chimes, Zhu Quan strode toward the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The Master of the Demon Sword Valley waved his hand, tossing the Myriad Demon Token before him. Instantly, above the gloomy sky directly over the Heavenly Demon Sword, bolts of demonic thunder exploded.

As he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the eunuch on duty outside the hall announce in a loud voice, "The Fourth Prince has arrived!" As the voice trailed off, a ragged chorus of greetings drifted in from outside.

Under normal circumstances, the spiritual awareness of the three of them could extend as far as three hundred zhang outward. Yet now, they could only probe fifty zhang around them, which left Qin Yi somewhat surprised. Why was his spiritual awareness here almost entirely unaffected? Could it be due to the effect of the soul orb?

"Actually, we have two ways to deal with this move by the Demonic Sect," Lu Zhanyuan said with a smile.

"..." Yan Yuan was left speechless. As for the events of ten years ago, let alone now, even at the very moment they occurred, the truth could not be uncovered. Today, wanting to investigate and unearth a result was simply easier said than done.

Dian Wei and Xu Chu had originally closely followed behind Liu Tianhao, ready at a moment's notice to ensure his safety. However, after charging in and weaving through the combat several times, both men realized that Liu Tianhao's peerless valor was no longer something mere Yellow Turban bandits could approach. Thus, with Liu Tianhao's permission, they had gone off on their own to seek out and slaughter the Yellow Turbans.

A smile remained constantly on my face, as if I were genuinely happy for Noble Consort Chun, yet my heart was filled with a profound sorrow. I finally understood the words of the Empress Dowager—it turned out he could truly never belong solely to my side.

"Sir has come from afar and has moreover helped our Xu family village sweep away the bandits. How could we let our esteemed guest spend his own money? We still have plenty of meat and wine in our household. Zhongkang has no other particular fondness, except for a unique love of wine and meat. This celebration of victory should naturally be provided by our family." Having said that, he immediately arranged for his family members to make preparations.

Huizhu's body suddenly stiffened, cold sweat poured from the palm holding Baolian's hand, and her lips trembled for a long time. After parting her lips, she could only silently call out a single word, "Master," before standing rigidly as she waited for Yinzhen to draw near step by step.

"Very well, next let's discuss the specific details, so that we won't be flustered and in a rush when the day arrives," Old man Sun said, after which he began to use sound transmission to converse with the cultivator surnamed Zhao.

Furthermore, the Myriad Mountain Sect side might have the assistance of cultivators from the demonic path, which was extremely troublesome and highly alarming.

Ye Wushuang's voice was not very loud and would normally not attract attention. However, at the very instant his words fell, the gazes of everyone on the first floor turned toward him.

Under the probing of his spiritual power, there were numerous pale purple plants within this vast cavity. They appeared to be a kind of vine, intertwining and covering the entire space, with even the ceiling draped in a layer of them as they hung down in strands.

A wooden spike as thick as a man's torso suddenly shot out fiercely from beside Mu Yuncheng, piercing the ghostly hand with matchless force, dragging it along and nailing it to a distant mountain cliff.

Cai Nialan could certainly perceive Zhu Wannian's warning gaze. Nor was she someone who would act recklessly, but anxiety gripped her heart, and many words rushed to her lips that she could not hold back.

After the sky had grown completely dark, the squad returned to the stronghold. As a squad leader, Lin Muhu had to report the completion of the mission and record his military merits using the teeth of the giant bear. This was his first time doing this, so he asked Liu Rui to come along.

"I came specifically to find you and go together. You don't understand the matters in between, but once we reach Mount Liuren, I will naturally guide you." His words were vague and unclear, leaving Mu Yuncheng completely in a fog, unable to fathom his intentions.