The Cruel Tyrant

The Cruel Tyrant CH 058 Who Is To Blame

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“Who is it? I will definitely cut and dismember him into pieces!”

Yun Feiyu was so angry that he almost lost his mind. Why had the little sister he cherished and protected since they were children meet with such tortuous harm?

Feeling Yun Feiyu’s distress and anger, Yun Feiyan’s heart warmed. She wiped the tears on her face and covered it back with her veil and said slowly: “It was Chen Chuan.”

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Yun Feiyu restrained the almost gushing hatred and asked with gritted, “Chen Chuan, the leader of the southeast army? Damn bastard! Why did he treat you this way?”

Yun Feiyan, whose face was once again covered, only revealed a pair of beautiful and gentle eyes, a fresh and elegant aura surrounding her. No one could think that she actually had an unsightly face under that veil.

Yun Feiyan’s soft voice sounded in the dark prison: “Three years ago, when the Crown Prince charged into the Qingxi Temple where mother and I were located, mother took a hit from the Crown Prince’s palm to save me. I was lucky and managed to escape with the help of a nun from the nunnery. After escaping, I lost my way but a woodcutter rescued me. I lived in the woodcutter’s home to recover from my wounds. But it wasn’t long before the southeast army began to conscript men into the army, and the woodcutter was caught and taken away. Seeing me they also took me away as well. There were many women there. They were bought, forcefully captured, or lied to.”

When her words reached here, her white and tender hands trembled slightly and the skin on her face turned pale. Yun Feiyan lowered her head and cried silently: “I spent a year there…..after…..after…..I was given to Chen Chuan. Later, Liu Fu, the woodcutter, had also become Chen Chuan’s guard. He tried to help me escape but was caught and killed by Chen Chuan. I was also caught by Chen Chuan and then…..I became like this.”

She wiped her face but the tears kept coming: “Afterwards, it was only when the three armies attacked the imperial city did we find a chance to escape.”

When a beautiful woman fell into the hands of a group of beasts, it was possible to imagine what would happen with just one’s toes. Yun Feiyan’s few words made Yun Feiyu and Lin Siyuan want to dismember Chen Chuan and those beasts into pieces. And Yun Feiyu’s hatred towards the Crown Prince also reached a new height. If it hadn’t been for the Crown Prince killing into Qingxi Temple, how could Yun Feiyan fall into Chen Chuan’s hands?

Thinking of this, he became even more confused as to why ​​Yun Feiyan would hand over the antidote to the Crown Prince. But at this moment, as he watched Yun Feiyan’s tears soak through her veil, he couldn’t feel anything in his heart except for heartache. With tears in his eyes, he said with guilt: “I’m sorry Feiyan, it’s because I didn’t protect you and mother.”

Yun Feiyu fell into deep self-blame, and he involuntarily developed deep doubts about himself. Of his two most important relatives, one died violently while the other was tortured into such an unrecognizable state. But he was completely incapable of doing anything, imprisoned in this small cell and unable to seek revenge on their enemies.

Looking at his pained and tortured expression, Yun Feiyan hurriedly said: “Brother, don’t blame yourself, this has nothing to do with you.”

Yun Feiyu raised his eyes and looked at her in distress: “Don’t you hate the Crown Prince? It’s because of him that you have become like this now. Why did you save him?”

Yun Feiyan said with tears in her eyes: “I not only hate him, I also hate this world. Why can the Crown Prince kill people at will? Why do princes and nobles treat human life like so much disposable trash? Why can wives and children be bought and sold at will? Why must the wife be completely subordinate to the husband? Why can’t women also be officials? Or do business? Brother, who made these decisions? Why should we obey all of this?”

Yun Feiyu and Lin Siyuan, who had always been confident in their scholarly knowledge, were completely stumped by Yun Feiyan’s questions. Why was it like this? It seemed that the imperial power had always been the supremacy since ancient times. They had the power to dictate the lives and deaths of the common people and even the court officials, but when was this ancient time?

“Shi Ran destroyed and conquered six kingdoms causing blood to flow like rivers, and the people of these six kingdoms were not allowed to become officials but casted as slaves of the Shi Kingdom. When the Emperor of Wu was fighting for the throne, the blood flowed like rivers in the imperial city of the Wu Kingdom, ignoring the lives and suffering of the citizens in the city for three days and three nights. When he attacked the seven clans of the Western Regions, no male was spared while all the women were reduced to slaves. The murders they committed were no less than that of the Crown Prince.”

“There are countless Crown Princes and countless Chen Chuans in this world, so it is this world that is wrong!” Yun Feiyan’s eyes were full of hatred, but her tone was very calm.

But in the ears of Yun Feiyu and Lin Siyuan, it was no less loud and shocking as thunder from the nine heavens.

History was always so similar. Blood and bones laid the road to peace. After peace, the people once again step onto this bloody road constructed of bones. But why was this a cycle that they never seemed to be able to escape from?

Yun Feiyu and Lin Siyuan couldn’t think of an answer, and Yun Feiyan only had an extremely vague thought in her mind. It had troubled her over countless days and nights, but still she remained puzzled.

In the Crown Prince’s Palace, in the study room, Su Mu held a stack of papers in his hand that recorded the words of the three people. At the end, after finishing reading the last word, Su Mu could not help but feel that Yun Feiyan was indeed a woman ahead of her times. Perhaps if it weren’t for the fact that he had come from a later generation, he might not necessarily have Yun Feiyan’s vision.

Su Mu looked at the questions raised by Yun Feiyan in his hand, and shook his head: “It’s a pity that you won’t be able to see the world of your dreams in your lifetime.”

Speaking of this, Su Mu really did miss that world a little bit.

“Since an ancient woman could have such courage, how can someone from the modern age lose to her?”

Su Mu’s competitiveness and enthusiasm was fanned. He put down the papers in his hand, picked up a brush, and wrote in a manner of one possessed on pieces of smooth paper. After a while, he called out: “Han Yi.”

A sturdy young man walked into the study and bowed, “This official is here, please give your orders.”

Su Mu folded what he had written and said: “Give this letter to Lin Siyuan and have him write it as a notice.”

Han Yi received a thick stack of papers from Su Mu’s hand: “Yes.”

A few days later, the Crown Prince’s notices recruiting skilled craftsmen from all over the world as well as prohibiting private trafficking of land and human beings were posted outside Xuefeng Villa. Ye Qingfeng, who was being forced to communicate with the Zhao family’s young lady, passed by the notice board. Seeing those notices was almost like seeing the Crown Prince. After leaving for so long, the other didn’t even bother to send a message to him. This vexed Ye Qingfeng greatly, his gums itched and his heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat’s paw. He wanted nothing more than to grab that heartless little thing right away, throw him on the bed and cruelly ‘bully’ him for a nice long session.

Ye Qingfeng couldn’t help looking up to the sky and sighing, why did he fall in love with such a heartless little guy?

When the three armies were besieging the city, although Ye Qingfeng’s influence in jianghu could not turn the tide, it was still possible to deal some damage to the three armies. The reason that he did not end up doing anything was because of his hope to take the Crown Prince and elope after the three armies broke into the city. At that time, no one would be able to fight with him for the Crown Prince’s attention.

He had been free and unrestrained in jianghu for so many years, but now he had to pit his wits against those fox demon spirits in the palace for that little heartless guy. Ye Qingfeng felt as if he would lose his hair from the grief.

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He looked at the words “Xuefeng Villa” on the front door, and secretly thought: “There is still such a big problem to solve, but you little heartless fellow don’t even know to send a letter to comfort me. See how I will deal with you when I return.”

“Big brother Ye, why aren’t you moving, let’s go in!”

Ye Qingfeng, who had been lost in his own world, was awakened by a woman’s voice and hurriedly pulled himself together, “Ah, let’s go.”

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The Cruel Tyrant

The Cruel Tyrant CH 057 Disfigurement

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The Emperor had just given the order to hold a concubine selection feast for the Crown Prince, but the next day he was so sick he could not get out of bed.

In the Qionghua Pavilion, Huang Xuan sat next to Liu Xi and frowned deeply: “How could this be? It is impossible that my medicine did not work.”

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Suddenly, he thought of an answer that made him feel as if he was thrown into an ice cellar. With cold sweat beading, he said: “Could it be…..”

“The Crown Prince!”

Liu Xi’s face was dark and his expression was a little uneasy. Those horrorific torture scenes related to the Crown Prince appeared before his eyes once again. Liu Xi hurriedly suppressed the fear in his heart and said: “His Highness must have intervened, otherwise His Majesty would not have escaped this catastrophe.”

Huang Xuan nodded thoughtfully and wondered: “But since His Highness knew that we did it, why didn’t he arrest us? After letting us carry out the plan, why did he save His Majesty? Also, doesn’t His Highness want to take the throne?”

Liu Xi also frowned inexplicably, unable to think of an answer for a long time.

When Yun Feiyu, who was in prison, learned the news from Lin Siyuan, he sneered and said: “What an impressive Crown Prince, he really impresses more and more. Using his own father as a shield is truly impressive.”

Lin Siyuan looked at him incomprehensibly, and asked: “Feiyu, what do you mean? His Highness didn’t do anything?”

Yun Feiyu looked at his friend and sighed: “The Crown Prince’s new laws will inevitably be opposed by many people when it is first implemented. However, these people dare not directly face the Crown Prince and can only go to the Emperor to reason. But the Emperor doesn’t care about state affairs at all. When the time comes, these people who have run into a wall will not dare to fight the Crown Prince directly. Instead they can only turn their aim on the Emperor.”

Lin Siyuan was still puzzled: “But what is the point? The Crown Prince can ascend directly to the throne, and the Emperor won’t be able to stop him at all. Those people don’t even dare to offend the Crown Prince at this time, let alone the Crown Prince when he has ascended the throne.”

Yun Feiyu shook his head and said: “First, those who are dissatisfied with the Crown Prince’s new laws can transfer their displeasure to the incapable Emperor; second, the Crown Prince favors…..men, and has no wife, no concubine. Those in the court who dared to force the Crown Prince to marry women have all been killed. But as the Emperor he must face the will of the kingdom’s people. The Crown Prince cannot kill everyone in the world; third, only the existence of this incapable Emperor can show the wisdom of the Crown Prince; fourth……”

Yun Feiyu said a lot, causing Lin Siyuan to finally become enlightened, but also feel cold sweat spring up on his back. The calculations of the Crown Prince were too fearsome.

Lin Siyuan was stunned and said: “Feiyu, why don’t I ask the Crown Prince to let you go, and you don’t find the Crown Prince to take revenge. You couldn’t kill him before, and now it’s even more impossible.”

“What if your mother was the one who was murdered by the Crown Prince?” Yun Feiyu stared into his eyes and asked, “Can you also let go of your hatred?”

Lin Siyuan frowned and said, “I’m not asking you to let go of your hatred. It’s just that you are not the Crown Prince’s opponent at all, and now the Crown Prince is the only hope of the entire Qing kingdom. Didn’t you hope that the people in the world can live and work in peace? This is something the Crown Prince can accomplish.”

Yun Feiyu looked at him and did not speak. Lin Siyuan’s words did not have any effect at all on the other, so he did not continue persuading him. After all, not having experienced it himself he could not understand the other’s pain.

Lin Siyuan took out a book from his arms and said: “This is what you had me bring over last time. It is a hard life in prison, so if you need anything just tell me.”

Yun Feiyu took the blue book and nodded. He looked at Lin Siyuan and asked, “How is Feiyan?”

Lin Siyuan did not tell Yun Feiyu about Yun Feiyan giving the antidote to the Crown Prince. Therefore, the Crown Prince having been completely detoxified was still unknown to Yun Feiyu. Lin Siyuan avoided Yun Feiyu’s gaze and unconciously looked to the side. With a guilty heart he replied: “She’s pretty good.”

Lin Siyuan had some doubts whether the two siblings were born by the same parents. They were both enemies of the one who killed their mother. Yun Feiyu wanted the Crown Prince to die, but Yun Feiyan handed over the antidote.

Yun Feiyu looked at his dodging gaze, and gradually grasped tighter at the book in his hand. He turned his gaze to the corner and said, “Feiyan, you come out.”

They were discovered!

Lin Siyuan’s heart jumped, secretly yelling oh no in his heart.

Yun Feiyan was still dressed in white, with an opaque white veil over her face. She slowly walked up to Yun Feiyu, looked at him through the bars, and said, “Brother.”

Many thoughts flashed in his mind. Looking at Yun Feiyan’s bright eyes, his heart began to sink. Yun Feiyu squeezed the book severely enough to bend it out of shape. The warmth on his face had also disappeared. He asked: “You gave the antidote to the Crown Prince.”

Although it was a question, he already had a definite answer. But he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

“Yes.”

Yun Feiyan’s calm answer completely destroyed his delusion. He endured the exploding anger and asked, “Why?”

He worked so hard for three years, looking for opportunities to get close to the Crown Prince again and again, enduring inhuman torture time and time again to poison the Crown Prince. But why did his biological sister save the Crown Prince?

Yun Feiyu admitted that he was not a stupid person, but at this time he could not think of a slightly more reliable reason to excuse his sister.

Looking at the anger and heartache in her brother’s eyes, Yun Feiyan also felt pain. She closed her eyes and a drop of tear slid from the corner of her eye. She stretched out her hand to take off the veil she had never taken off in front of others.

Then, Yun Feiyu, who had been in anger, was suddenly struck dumb. When he recovered, he rushed to Yun Feiyan. Regardless of propriety, he stubbornly held Yun Feiyan’s hand and questioned: “How could this be? Who caused you to be like this!”

His sister has been beautiful and lovely since she was a child, and she became even more beautiful when she grew up. She had been crowned the title of the number one beauty in the imperial city. But who was standing in front of him now? How could this ugly woman with scars on her face that could disgust at a glance be his sister?

The lower part of her entire face was completely unrecognizable. No skin was intact, her mouth and nose had become terrifying shapes, and her neck was also covered with ugly and terrifying scars. It was conceivable that there should be even more horrific scars on her body. 

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Yun Feiyu did not dare to think about the inhuman abuse she had suffered, and even the torture that the Crown Prince used on him was “mild” when compared to what his sister had suffered.

Lin Siyuan standing on the side was also shocked and speechless. He had thought the same as Yun Feiyu, thinking that Yun Feiyan only wore the veil to avoid trouble that her beauty might bring. He never expected it to be like this!

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Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 006 Is This Backing?

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Mountain Patrols Bureau

The farce on the celestial bridge attracted crowds and naturally caught the eyes of the elders in charge.

“Elder Yan, why didn’t you stop him?” The cold and serious woman asked angrily, “Our Kun-Lai Mountain does not need such a vicious and despicable person.” 

Yan Zhao retracted his gaze, casually took out a jade disc, and swiped a finger across it.

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A name from above was crossed out.

Feng Qingxiu.

“Elder!” The woman’s expression changed, “Even if you are an Elder, you shouldn’t be so presumptuous! Why do you cross out his name for no reason?”

“This action is too much. If Elder Yan doesn’t give a reason, we will definitely ask to see the Sect Leader to provide fair judgment.” The middle-aged man with sparse hair was also angry. He had watched the students below grow up and had spent much effort to cultivate their talents so he would never accept expulsion without reason.

Except, before his words even finished, Elder Yan had already disappeared in front of him.

Naturally, with their abilities they couldn’t see how the other had left.

“I’m going to report to the Sect Leader!” The middle-aged man left angrily.

“Did he do this for Fairy Mingyu?” The woman who asked for the quota frowned slightly, “How can this be good? In this way, that student cannot be accepted by the inner sect peaks.”

“Let’s delay it for a while. There is still one month left before the birthday of the Sect Leader. When the time comes, the Sect Leader will decide.” The stern woman said.

This matter had already touched their bottom line. Although it was only a student, this precedent must not be opened.

***

At the same time, at the foot of Yangshuo Peak, a row of courtyards surrounded with high walls and deep forests were quiet and silent.

A young man was escorted by two Dao soldiers as they entered the courtyard named “Mountain Patrols Bureau”.

Without any trial, he was directly imprisoned in a small dark room.

The bronze door was closed, and the Dao soldiers turned around and left. Currently, all the manpower was concentrated on the Mountain Ascension Ceremony. They had a lot of work to do so they planned to deal with him when the ceremony was over.

A person who entered the sect through the backdoor and actually still had the nerve to make trouble at the Mountain Ascension Ceremony. This was practically too arrogant!

The cell was quiet and after the bronze door was closed, not even a speck of light could reach inside.

The young man then slowly leaned in a corner, expression a little pained and a little dazed, but soon, the light of hatred flashed in his eyes.

The Feng family, it was all because of the Feng family. It was the Feng family who made his beautiful mother sell herself as a slave. It was the Feng family who made him a slave that could only serve horses since he was a child. He was beaten three times with a whip by the steward after riding that wind horse, causing him to miss the opportunity to attend the Dragon-Phoenix Selection. Whereas the young master Feng who was the same year as him easily got all he wanted.

And Ah Luo. She had never seen Feng Qingxiu, but her family and parents were unwilling to listen to her wish not to marry.

If it weren’t for Feng Qingxiu, how could the people in her family pursue them? How could he draw his sword against her parents in order to protect her, only to result in Ah Luo dying under the hands of her own father!

If it weren’t for the Feng family, how could his mother run away in fear and he could not find her anymore?

But it didn’t matter, he had now awakened his inherent divine powers. He was the son of destiny, and soon, he would seek justice for his mother and Ah Luo one step at a time!

And also Mingyu. He would definitely work hard to cultivate and marry her as his wife. Only that way would he be worthy of her help all this time.

Without her, he would have been arrested and returned to the Feng family a long time ago, and those people would definitely not let him go once they caught him.

***

After an unknown period of time, the entrance of the small black room opened, and a ray of light shone in, causing the young man sitting inside to raise his hand to block it.

“You can go out,” said the jailer who opened the door.

A trace of darkness flashed in the young man’s eyes, and he walked out in silence.

He was not an opponent for these people.

Only after coming here did he learn that the Qi Condensation Stage was nothing here. But Mingyu saying that he was a genius who only appeared once in a thousand years was something that must not be wrong.

Following the jailer out of the building, the moon was already high up in the sky.

Standing before the flowers and under the moon. There were very few figures around.

Only a beautiful girl could be seen. She was as beautiful as a dream, like the distant mountains covered in mist after the southern rains. Clear and attractive, elegant and graceful.

She stood under the moon, but appeared even brighter than the moon.

She stood before the flowers, but was even gentler than the flowers.

Hearing the footsteps, she simply raised her head and glanced at him mildly.

Instantly, it was as if he could see peach blossoms blooming leisurely, misty rain shrouding green hills.

“Mingyu…” Ye Han stepped forward quickly, reaching out to hold that slender jade hand.

Ji Mingyu took a step back.

Ye Han missed and said with disappointment: “Are you blaming me for being too impulsive? Sorry, I just really couldn’t bear his confident and high-spirited look.”

The girl sighed quietly: “You are indeed too impulsive.”

“Are you still angry?” Ye Han asked in a low voice.

“Uncle Yan was here today. Do you know that if you provoke him, you will have it very difficult in Kun-Lai in the future.” The girl said softly, her voice was crisp and melodious, extremely moving to the ears.

“Is that the elder who won’t allow me to enter the inner sect?” Ye Han asked in disgust. “Don’t worry, I will definitely not let you down. When my skill is achieved, I will have everyone listen to your instructions!”

“I believe in you.” The girl took out a jade tablet and handed it to him, “You have no chance of a general selection. This is the recommendation I got for you. It will allow you to go to any of the peaks. You are born with inherent divine powers so it will be easy for you to cultivate. I will not accompany you, otherwise it will be even more difficult for you to gain a foothold.”

Ye Han was moved, thinking what a considerate woman she was. He grasped her hand: “Only mediocre people will not inspire jealousy! Yu’er, I will go now, you just wait for me with peace of mind!”

“En, go ahead, don’t be late,” the girl said softly.

Ye Han nodded heavily, turned around and rushed off.

The girl stood alone in the garden, watching him leave with gratification. Then the smile on her face gradually faded.

After a few breaths, she heard a chuckle coming from the dark.

The girl looked back and said lowly: “Uncle Yan had been watching the whole time. Did it amuse you?”

“Slightly,” the black robed man walked out of the shadows and said with a smile, “You are going through quite the effort.”

“It’s just giving him a little opportunity. But Uncle Yan, you crossed out the young man surnamed Feng today. This action is practically roasting your niece on the fire.” The girl smiled, “Everywhere on Kun-Lai Mountain, people are saying that your niece is using status to oppress people. You don’t even want your own reputation?”

“Feng Qingxiu is indeed a good seedling, but his path had been too smooth up till now. He is young and vigorous, and I am just giving him a few days of small setbacks to train his character.” Yan Zhao said mildly.

“This is not a small setback. More than ten years of hard work going up in smoke. If this impacts him psychologically, it will hurt his Dao.” The girl disagreed slightly, “Uncle Yan should quickly restore his name to avoid causing harm to others.”

“Your father once said that life is like chess, and when one must throw something away it should be abandoned without hesitation.” Yan Zhao pointedly said, “That boy is the same thing. If he really fails to recover from this, then he can not be considered a great talent and thus it would not be a pity if he died.”

“You seem to have all the reasoning. Deciding someone’s fate with just a raise of your hand. Is it interesting?” The girl knew that they had different opinions so she didn’t bother arguing with him anymore. “Uncle Yan, I heard that the Outlands have had innumerable movements recently, so you should just focus on proper business.”

“Criticizing your elders, Yu’er, you are getting more and more cheeky.”

“Is it easy for me to find a talent?” The girl was slightly annoyed. “Father has yet to accept an apprentice this whole time. Kun-Lai’s direct lineage has no one to carry on. It’s why I want to find good talents for Father to take a look at. Will you die if you don’t hold me back?”

“Are you talking about that one just now?” Yan Zhao sneered.

“He hasn’t cultivated any spiritual techniques, but I just taught him a little bit of ordinary incantations and he managed to cultivate to the sixth level of Qi Condensation overnight. After only two days, he has already reached full level Qi Condensation and can enter the Foundation Establishment Stage at any time. With such talent, it should be a given to attach some importance to him.” The girl said seriously, “And Father will at least give one look, right?”

That way, he would also give her a look, right?

It took even talents like Feng Qingxiu seven years to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage. And this gap in between had quite the significance.

“What about his temperament?”

“There are naturally flaws, but as long as it is carefully polished, it will reach the level I want.” The girl said with a trace of pride, “Some things seem useless, but they are actually the foundation of success.”

Her requirements were not high. Just Father paying more attention to her was enough. Whether it was praise or reprimand, either would be better than nothing.

“Unless everything starts over again, your father will not accept apprentices.” Yan Zhao said suddenly, “Don’t waste your energy.”

“Why?” The girl asked with confusion.

Yan Zhao shook his head.

“If you don’t tell me, then I won’t give up.” The girl turned around leisurely, stepped up on the clouds, and disappeared in a breath. She had to keep an eye on that idiot, otherwise it was likely that he would not survive by sunrise tomorrow.

Yan Zhao watched her leave and sighed slightly.

He seemed to once again see the back of that person standing straight with a sword in hand, and the boundless thunder that covered heaven and earth.

He seemed to hear that once-warm voice shed itself of any love or affection, turning into the coldest wind in the world.

He said: “In life or death, neither of us shall meet again.”

“Li Xianjing, you have it easy dead…” Yan Zhao muttered in a low voice. He continued to look at the moon, as if looking at a past that would never return.

***

Shennong Peak was one of Kun-Lai’s largest celestial peaks. Originally, it consisted of two branches, herb and grain. Hundreds of years ago, the two branches clashed repeatedly because of territory. After a lot of conflict, the herb branch split to a seperate celestial peak and changed its name to Qingdi Peak. From then on, Shennong Peak was home to only the grain branch.

Even before dawn, the whole peak became lively.

Feng Qingxiu sorted the seeds while weighing them separately before wrapping them in sheets of talisman paper.

When he first arrived, he could not distinguish the difference between spiritual grain and spiritual rice. Now that several hours had passed, he could easily distinguish the advantages and disadvantages of the grain varieties as well as speak clearly on all kinds of planting techniques and requirements. But if he had to actually plant it himself it would be another story.

“I want three bags of clear dew and a bag of jade millet.” Someone called out to him at the counter.

Feng Qingxiu quickly took the order and handed it over.

“Isn’t this the upper school head student Feng Qingxiu?” Ye Han said mockingly, “Aren’t you supposed to be a high disciple of Taiyi Peak? How come you have come here to do the work of farmers?”

Feng Qingxiu’s expression remained unchanged, saying indifferently: “Nothing is high or low, it is all work for Kun-Lai, so why not?”

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“I heard that you were crossed off from the Dao Disc. It was only because your teacher begged for you that you were able to stay on to do manual chores. The future of Shennong Peak is murky… how pitiful.” Ye Han’s mocking expression became more obvious.

When out of the corner of his eye he saw a large mountain of flesh approaching silently, Feng Qingxiu sighed slightly. With such a mentally challenged idiot as an opponent, there really wasn’t any pressure at all.

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Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure CH 005 Is This An Idiot?

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On this first day of September, the Mountain Ascension Ceremony which takes place every 12 years was held. At this time it was also the most lively day on Yangshuo Peak.

As ordinary mortals, these students entered the lower school to learn reading, writing, and reasoning. From here they would then enter the middle school to practice cultivation. And finally they would enter the upper school to learn swordsmanship, alchemy, talisman seals, incantations, and spiritual arrays and then determine their specialized path. After determining their direction, they would then go to the inner sect peak of their preference, officially becoming a Kun-Lai disciple.

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Also on the same day, the major branches of each of the inner sect peaks would choose new disciples. It would be a two-way selection to maximize the use of talents.

The sun had not yet risen and in order to show their respect, the white-robed and vigorous students walked up to the top of the mountain on foot.

Above the clouds, there was also a group of cultivators looking down at them from a distance.

“It’s only today that they are so quiet and peaceful.” The deacon with sparse hair and a serious face sneered, “Heh, if it was any other normal day which one of them had not jumped up and down like monkeys, climbing and flying the mountains.”

The young instructor next to him smiled and said: “Who was not like that back then; didn’t you also like to enter through windows and not walk through the front doors, Senior Brother Yan?”

“If you ask me, we should just remove the Cloud Protection Net under the mountains.” A stern woman in an elaborate green robe said coldly, “If it weren’t for the fact that they know that they would not die from falling off the cliff, how could they be so arrogant.”

“Senior Sister, how much blood debt do you plan to add to yourself?” The young instructor smiled helplessly and shook his head. “How many of the students who received a failing grade at your hands sought suicide. There is a Cloud Protection Net under the Treading Cloud Cliff, but there’s no saving those who jumped into the Nine Song River.”

“If the Dao in their hearts are not strong, then joining the sect is just a waste.” The woman said ruthlessly.

“Alright, alright.” The woman next to them headed off the ensuing fight. “This time I saw a lot of good seedlings. Senior Sister, do you still want your direct selection quota, if not please give it to me.”

They all had allocated quotas to directly recommend disciples to the inner sect peaks. Everyone had relatives and friends and occasionally they would use this to bring one in.

“Direct selection is not as good as general selection. If you have a nephew or niece with good attributes, why reject what is near at hand and seek what is far away?” The stern woman frowned.

Direct selection was actually the same as going through the back door. Although it was a little convenient, the inner sect peak branches would not choose disciples recommended through direct selection. Usually they would all be left for last and then brought away to do some chores and difficult work. It was better to enter the outer sect peaks to gain more training and then win a place in the general selection. In this way there would be a better future than just entering the inner sect peaks through the back door.

“I am asking for Fairy Mingyu. She wants all the quotas for direct selection this time.” The woman spoke through a mental connection, “Although the Sect Leader has been cultivating in Seclusion and has largely ignored her these many years, Fairy Mingyu is still his daughter. We should not disregard her.”

“Fine, you can take it.” The stern woman took out a white jade buckle and handed it to her.

The woman also went to the others to explain one by one, obtaining the other people’s quota, and then sent it to Fairy Mingyu before all the disciples arrived.

The young instructor looked at her departing back and frowned slightly: “Fairy Mingyu brought back a young man before and wanted to send him into the inner sect, but was rejected by the law enforcement elder. Seems she does not plan to give up?”

“Those who enter the inner sect peaks without going through the three schools will not be included on the jade disc. This is the rule established by the Sect Leader, even our relatives and clans members are no exceptions, let alone someone she just recommended?” The middle-aged man with sparse hair softened his expression. After all, there were totally two worlds inside and outside of official status. “Forget about resources and spiritual artifacts. If there is no access to a Net Charm, then there would be too much of a disadvantage when practicing cultivation.”

Besides, the three schools were there to build a solid foundation and a place to exchange and build contacts and connections. It could be said to be a sieve to pick out the best to enter the inner sect peaks. And if one did not enter the inner sect peak, then one would not be allowed to access the Net Charm to exchange knowledge and accept or send out tasks. Even settling task rewards would be at a disadvantage.

“But she had the young man come directly to the Mountain Ascension Ceremony.” The stern woman frowned in disgust. “That young man is just a slave who only took care of horses and has no cultivation base. How can he come here directly?”

It’s not that she looked down on the other’s background as there were countless cultivators from low births, but to attend the Mountain Ascension Ceremony without any cultivation base was a joke. But if he had a cultivation base, then it would be even more ridiculous. Those who enter a sect already possessing a cultivation method have always been a great taboo in the cultivation realm. They would absolutely not be allowed to enter the mountain gate without a thorough background check, otherwise if he was a spy from another sect, then there would be endless troubles.

“Alright, alright, the supervisor of the inner sect peaks is here, let us go pay our respects.” The young instructor took the initiative to end this unhappy topic.

After all, Fairy Mingyu had been cultivating for many years and was not aware about the complexity of human relations. There was no need for them to make enemies with her. After all, the Sect Leader was her father. Besides… he thought back to the person he had seen with the student Feng Qingxiu before, and quietly wiped his sweat.

Perhaps the Sect Leader was even nearby. That Celestial Sovereign could hear and see all the happenings in this world. If they accidentally caused him to be unhappy, then with their fragile bodies, don’t even mention being hit by the Sect Leader’s Supreme Nine Heavens Calamity Sword. Just the Sect Leader snapping his fingers was enough to tear their bodies and crush their bones. 

Back then, his performance should be okay. The Sect Leader let only him see his presence, which was to let him know to be tactful and not to get to the bottom of the issue. Otherwise he didn’t think he would be able to see the Sect Leader with just his Golden Core Formation base. Besides, young Feng really stumbled upon big luck to manage to enter the graces of the Sect Leader.

Maybe he would become the first Eldest Senior Brother in Kun-Lai Sect after these many hundreds of years.

People really couldn’t be compared with certain people.

Actually, Sect Leader, I’m pretty good as well, please also look at me…

***

On the top of the mountain, the Mountain Ascension Ceremony had begun.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, dozens of celestial mountains drifted over slowly. And within each floating celestial mountain there were clouds lingering, spiritual birds hovering, and countless celestial dwellings concealed in the forests. They appeared to move slowly, but in an instant they had already arrived, surrounding the peak where the Mountain Ascension Ceremony was to be held, like stars surrounding the moon.

Each floating celestial mountain peak was different. Wenjian Peak with a long sword as its symbol, Changsheng Peak with an alchemical cauldron as theirs, Shennong Peak with immortal grass as their emblem, Taiyi Peak with talisman seals as its base…

And under each floating mountain peak was a huge circular spiritual array, which could be seen at a glance even 10,000 meters away.

At the summit of Yangshuo Peak, a man suddenly descended down from the sky to stand above all beings.

When he arrived, not only the students, but even the wind on the top of the mountain stilled.

He looked very young and handsome, but for a person who cultivated immortality, a youthful appearance could only mean that he had attained the Dao earlier and had stronger potential.

He was dressed in an obsidian black robe with three silver patterns on the cuffs, revealing his status to be the highest-ranking elder.

The law enforcement elder, Elder Yan Zhao, the second most powerful person after the Sect Leader, was in charge of administering punishment in Kun-Lai. Within the sect his presence was like a stabilizing force. With him here, no matter which mountain or peak, every one must act in accordance with the law and regulations and none dared to make trouble. He didn’t need to say anything to express his attitude. His presence alone conveyed his attitude.

Glancing coldly at the students who appeared either excited or fearful, the great elder didn’t have any words of encouragement. He just said lightly to the instructors around him: “Let us begin.”

The young instructor nodded, stretched out his hand and knocked in the air.

Dong!

The sound of a huge bell rang out of thin air, echoing over the entire Kun-Lai Mountains. There was no delay in the sound waves, no matter where or how far the sound had to travel, it still reverberated at the same decibel and took deep root in the hearts of the people.

With the permission given, the surrounding celestial mountains each formed a celestial bridge made up of countless seals that stretched downwards from their respective mountain gates. Like several rainbows, they connected the celestial mountains to the bluestone steps of Yangshuo Peak, arching across the sky to meet in the center that was Yangshuo Peak, like a huge silk chrysanthemum in full bloom.

Then, like ants, the students rushed up their chosen celestial bridge.

It had been twelve years, and those with qualifications had long figured out which Dao suited them and accordingly which celestial bridge was best for them. Those without qualifications, or those who were very mediocre and unsuccessful, then they chose the celestial bridge to the peak that was the easiest to go to or the easiest to find success.

The celestial mountains with the most people were the ones that cultivate the Way of the Sword and the Way of Alchemy, followed by the Way of Beast Control and Way of Medicine, then the Way of Five Elements, and then finally the Way of the Seal.

The celestial bridges were very long, and added with the time needed to face the tests and obstacles while on the bridge, each student was only allowed to go on the celestial bridges three times a day at most. If they were still not selected by an inner peak after these three times, then that meant failing the test, the result being that they could only obey the arrangements made by the inner sect peaks. This was troublesome work that none of the cultivators in the inner sect peaks liked very much.

Feng Qingxiu walked towards the celestial bridge for the Way of the Seal without any urgency. This Dao was easy to learn but difficult to master, so not many people had chosen it.

Just as soon as he stepped onto the celestial bridge, a 17 or 18-year-old boy who was about the same age as him blocked his way.

“Excuse me.” Feng Qingxiu said politely, “If it is a challenge then please pick another day.”

As the head student, he had been challenged many times, but this time…

Looking at the other’s fierce and sinister eyes, he frowned slightly, not remembering this person who seemed to have a deep hatred towards him.

“Feng Qingxiu?” That gloomy looking young man asked in a low voice.

“That’s me, and you are?” Feng Qingxiu suddenly recalled something, but his cousin never mentioned the person’s name, “Oh, that one…”

“Of course, young master Feng can’t remember the name of this little slave.” The young man showed a cruel smile, and his right hand suddenly thrusted out, “But you shall remember, the one who killed you is called Ye Han!”

Feng Qingxiu had been prepared for a while now, and instinctively raised his hand like a sword, and the sword energy was like a chrysanthemum, suddenly blooming.

However, almost at the same time, a purple light flashed in the young man’s eyes.

The moment his gaze met the other’s a strange force suddenly spread over him through his eyes, and his brain felt as if it had been stabbed by a needle, causing a sudden pain.

The young man’s right hand had already penetrated his dantian (TN: point two inches below the navel where one’s qi resides).

According to logic, he was a cultivator who had already attained Foundation Establishment and the other should not be able to hurt him. But he had a strange power around his hand that broke the protection force field every cultivator could manifest around their bodies. It was too unexpected.

However, Feng Qingxiu’s sword energy had also landed on the other’s neck, and so long as he pressed further, he would be able to cut through that major artery.

But, he didn’t in the end, only abruptly blasting the other far away with his spiritual energy.

“You…” Feng Qingxiu tried his best to restrain the spiritual energy that was going chaotic within his dantian and tapped the pressure points to stop the bleeding. His eyes were filled with consternation, “Innate divine power?”

There was no shortage of wonders and the bizarre on this vast land. No two people were the same. Those who were gifted with innate divine powers were the most exemplary. They were born with powerful spiritual souls and could break through physical limitations and attain the Dao. These people were naturally talented at cultivation and were the favorites of various sects who would fight over them.

“If it wasn’t because Ah Luo died in my arms, I would not be able to awaken my innate divine power…” The young man looked at him coldly, like a poisonous snake, “But compared to her being alive, I would rather not have this innate…”

“Okay! Stop!” Feng Qingxiu interrupted him. He found that the communication between them was not on the same channel at all. “You are very talented, I know. I’m going to ascend the mountain so please step aside.”

“Your dantian is crippled, and you still want to fight with me?” The young man curled his lips mockingly, “You want to pass? Fine, then. You can crawl by under my crotch.”

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Feng Qingxiu sighed and snapped out his long sleeves, and with a strong force he knocked the other off the bridge.

“You dare to kill me—” The young man’s furious scream disappeared into the sea of ​​clouds.

What an idiot. This kind of small injury in the cultivation world was just a matter of slapping on a band-aid!

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 025 Defending The Throne

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The whistling north wind swept into St. Wyth Cathedral.

There was such a strong scent of blood coming in on the wind. And combine that with the screams just now and the curved sword in the King’s hand, the New Royal Party realized what happened to the soldiers that belonged to Grand Duke Grice outside.

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The King was not dead!

He suddenly came back at this crucial time!

After the aristocrats in the New Royal Party realized this, they all cursed the Duke of Buckingham from the bottom of their hearts.

No wonder this old guy was willing to give in during this period but was reluctant to hand over the Rose Palace. By demanding that Grand Duke Grice follow the regulations, the Duke of Buckingham was delaying time for the King.

Damn it! The Duke of Buckingham must have already made contact with the King, and he was just waiting to join hands with the King to put on today’s big show! The Holy Lord above! This cunning old bag of bones that should go to hell!

Da, da, da.

The war horse walked into the nave of St. Wyth Cathedral, hooves making dull thuds on the red carpet.

The design of the entire St. Wyth Cathedral was like a cross. At this time, the red carpet was spread along the long central axis of the nave. The inner hall where everyone was located had a long corridor composed of two arcades. The white marble column stretched straight up, and the reliefs on both ends of the column depicted the stories of the saints.

The King passed by the stone pillars on both sides of the separation.

When constructing this church, the design of ribs and beams was adopted. The tops of each of the four adjacent pillars formed vertical beams. The curved long beams gracefully protrude diagonally, which looked like the ribs of a sacred creature from a distance. Sunlight would fall down through the stained glass windows on the top, casting radiant and colorful lights inside, just like the radiance of the Holy Spirit shining over the world.

Those brilliant lights now fell on the King at this time.

As the war horse paced forward unhurriedly, the people saw those brilliant lights and shadows alternately playing and shifting on the coat of his war horse, his cloak, and his silver hair.

The New Royal Party aristocrats in the narrow and long nave before the honored guest seats were in a dilemma. They had made preparations to fight before they came to participate in the coronation ceremony, but raising their sword to the King and raising their sword to the Duke of Buckingham were two different concepts!

What’s more, the strong smell of blood in the air had shown that——

Their determination was irrelevant. The King had already wielded the butcher knife to punish traitors.

Of course, the reason why the New Royal Party did not dare to act rashly was because of the soldiers who followed the King and could now be seen at the gate of the church.

The New Royal Party had huge doubts in their hearts——why would the Ingres soldiers, who had always been at odds with the royal family, fight for the King?

Now, those damn barbarians have dismounted from their horses, and each and every one of them was pointing their bow and arrows at them. With such a close distance and such a narrow space, so long as someone dared to act rashly, he would be turned into a pincushion.

Everyone could only watch the King approach.

When the war horse passed by, the nobles standing at the front could clearly see blood dripping from the King’s cloak.

The Devil was right.

If he was a king, he must be one robed in blood.

“I am very happy.”

The King sat on his horse, pulling on the reins with one hand, and holding a blood-stained curved sword in the other. Beneath the King’s brows, his ice-blue eyes were slightly narrowed as he looked directly at Grand Duke Grice, who was wearing a purple robe on the high platform, a look of astonishment on his face.

At this moment, when the two were compared side by side, people were shocked to discover that in front of the King, the royally dressed Grand Duke Grice looked nothing more than just a ridiculous clown.

The young King had a more daunting and fearsome aura.

There was something about the King that the older nobles were very familiar with.

The invincible and awe-inspiring shadow of William III traveled through more than ten years and merged with his son. For a moment, the figure of William III overlapped with the young King who brought blood into the church under the holy light. The crazed blood of the ancient Rose family uttered its terrible roar at this moment.

“You all have prepared such a grand welcome ceremony for me.”

The King was still watching Grand Duke Grice, but he also tilted his head slightly, his lips curled upwards as he flashed the New Royal Party a cold smile that left them fearful in place.

“Maybe I should pay back your loyalty?”

Pay back loyalty? How did he plan to pay back?

Have the archers at the gate of the church launch a volley of fire at their heads?

There were weak-willed people in the New Royal Party who could no longer endure the pressure, their bodies collapsing bonelessly, almost fainting.

More people with pale faces placed their last hope on Grand Duke Grice on the high platform.

The nave was long and narrow, but it was only long and narrow, and the war horse quickly reached the high platform.

“Bishop! Bishop!”

Grand Duke Grice looked at the cardinal, who was the special envoy of the Pope, with trepidation. He was completely unable to understand what had happened, why his reinforcements did not arrive, and why instead it was the King who surrounded St. Wyth Cathedral with a terrifying Ingres army. But one thing was very clear.

According to the practice of the Rose family, the challenger who coveted the throne would be executed by the King himself!

This was a bloody, ancient practice of the Rose family.

The Rose family, which had ruled the Legrand Empire for so many years, had many legendary traditions. Among them was the one related to the throne, and it was not an understatement to call them the craziest royal family of all the kingdoms.

Enemies who provoked the King’s dignity could only be executed by the King himself! With blood and death, the King would announce to the people——

He would defend his throne to the death.

John Summerton, Grand Duke Grice’s grandfather, once competed with the mad King Henry for the throne, but ultimately failed and was beheaded by the mad King. The son of John Summerton——the father of Grand Duke Grice——the Duke of Bedel was forced to retreat to the southern part of the empire. It was not until he married the widowed Queen Isabel, the mother of William III, was he able to return to the center of power.

The fate of the royal family was like an ancient prophecy that repeated itself.

What happened to Grand Duke Grice’s grandfather would also happen to Grand Duke Grice today.

“A thing that is a Rose in name only without the blood of the Rose.”

The Duke of Buckingham was very close to the platform, and he clearly saw the scene where Grand Duke Grice begged for the cardinal’s help. He had always looked down on his half-brother, and his contempt was even worse today with the pride he felt.

He was proud of his nephew.

The cardinal did not take his eyes off the returning King, and he quickly went through many thoughts and ideas in his mind.

Grand Duke Grice, the useless thing, didn’t he swear that Pureland I was dead?! Bastard!

According to the cardinal’s own wishes, he would prefer that Grand Duke Grice survive, so that Legrand’s rebellion could continue. But he couldn’t express this idea too strongly, otherwise it would damage the majesty of the Holy See. Intervention in Legrand’s succession to the throne was enough to arouse strong warning signs in the royal families of all kingdoms!

The black-clothed monk behind him coughed slightly.

The cardinal understood, he was reminding him that he should not let the Pope be criticized.

“The Lord is merciful, and God bless the son of the saint.”

As the Pope’s special envoy, the cardinal tried his best to put on a smile of joy as he stepped back slowly and made room.

These words directly snuffed out the last hope of Grand Duke Grice. He couldn’t believe it as he looked at the Pope’s special envoy stepping back and essentially taking a clear stand against him.

“Who wants to give our Grand Duke Grice a sword?”

The King had already walked up the stairs of the high platform. He smiled and asked towards the audience.

His boots tread on the red carpet step by step, and the sound of his footsteps was like a drumbeat of death. His scarlet cloak nearly dragged to the ground, and people had the illusion that the red carpet, like the cloak, was stained with blood.

No one in the New Royal Party dared to respond.

They all bowed their heads, avoiding Grand Duke Grice’s gaze, and a tense atmosphere of terror permeated this sacred church.

“Is there no one?” The King asked regretfully, “My poor Uncle Grice, your men seem to be just a bunch of useless cowards…..then…..”

He suddenly raised his voice.

“My dear uncle, are you willing to condescend your sword and lend it to this poor delusional man?”

Both were called uncles, but the King’s tone clearly expressed his affection and disgust.

“If this is your order, Your Majesty.”

The Duke of Buckingham responded softly. He understood what his nephew intended. Today was the time for the King to kill the rebels and put down the civil strife. He wanted everyone to clearly see that his enemy was vulnerable in front of him. The Duke of Buckingham threw his long sword onto the high platform.

“Go on.”

Grand Duke Grice startled and took a step back.

Obviously, the Duke of Buckingham would not lend the sword to Grand Duke Grice properly. When the sword was thrown over, it was like a violent lightning bolt.

The long sword was nailed into the sacred platform, and nearly embedded into it up to the handle.

“Pull it up, sir.”

The King was too lazy to call his uncle in name only with the proper familial term. He ascended the last step, and the cold wind blew at his cloak, causing it to billow and flap.

Grand Duke Grice felt as if he was back in his youth. He was thrown from the boat by the Duke of Buckingham and could only watch as the Duke drew his sword in mid-air——they were indeed a pair of real uncle and nephew! So similar in their hatefulness!

Grand Duke Grice understood that this was the last chance.

Either die or become King!

He calmed himself and let out a sneer. He leaned over and held the handle. With a hard tug, the long sword pulled out.

Logically, there should be a judge who presided over the duel. However, before the King could order someone to serve as the judge, Grand Duke Grice roared and swept his sword towards the King. As far as swordsmanship was concerned, he was not too lacking, and at this time the sudden sneak attack he had launched did have a bit of fierce momentum to it.

Under the high platform, the nobles who witnessed this scene could not help booing, even the ones from the New Royal Party.

Grand Duke Grice’s move to initiate a surprise attack was undoubtedly contrary to the spirit of the duel, and was very different from the image of a chivalrous knight he usually displayed. However, Grand Duke Grice was actually such a guy down to his bones——how much courage and honor could you expect a person who relied on assassination and the Holy See to obtain the throne?

Clang——

Under the tense gaze of the Royalist Party, Grand Duke Grice’s sword collided with the King’s curved sword.

Sparks flew from the place where the swords collided, indicating that both sides had attacked with the intention to kill.

The sound of the colliding swords caused an electric current to slide over the heads of every nobleman and their breathing became rapid correspondingly. Dueling, shedding blood…..all of this was originally something that flowed in the blood of any knight.

You must know that knights were born for war!

At this moment, even the people who originally complained about the King were aroused by this deadly duel, and they roared and cheered for this duel in which the two participants were of the most noble status they had witnessed in their lives.

“Kill! Kill! Kill him!”

The people roared indiscriminately and it was impossible to tell who they were cheering for.

The sound crashed like wild waves.

“There is one thing…..”

The curved sword and the long sword locked in a stalemate, and the distance between the King and Grand Duke Grice was close enough that they could hear each other’s breathing. The King spoke in a voice that only the both of them could hear.

“…..in truth, I also didn’t plan to let anyone act the judge.”

After he finished speaking, he let out a light and cold chuckle.

Grand Duke Grice, who originally wanted to attack suddenly to gain the upper hand, felt like a poisonous snake had slid across his back.

What did he mean? What did he mean by not appointing a judge?

However, Grand Duke Grice had no time to think about this sentence.

The stalemate of the swords was only for an instant, and with the cold chuckle still echoing in his ears, the two sides had already separated.

The young King’s curved sword left crescent arcs in the air. He was one who could still wield his sword flagrantly in the face of the Gulundi heavy cavalry. At this time, this high platform seemed to have transformed into his stage. He was destined to be the only protagonist of this grand performance. He was not here for a duel, he was here to crush his enemies!

The leader of the heavy cavalry of Gulundi had once felt the King’s scythe-like sword. It gave one the feeling that the sword was entwined with poisonous spider silk.

The last person who felt the King’s sword was now buried in the mud, and this time was no exception.

The nobles originally thought they would be seeing a close duel, but now it had evolved into a one-sided slaughter.

Grand Duke Grice tried his best to hold up under the continuous attacks of the King’s sword.

The person wearing the armor was Grand Duke Grice, but he dared not rashly launch a counterattack. Because the King was simply a lunatic. The lunatic King did not wear heavy armor, and his body was full of openings. Clearly, the King did not take his own vital parts seriously. The King just kept swinging his sword, and so long as he failed to parry even one blow from the other’s sword, Grand Duke Grice’s throat would be cut open neatly.

Grand Duke Grice could clearly feel the ice cold of the other’s blade.

That icy coldness caused him to tremble.

How could one be able to win against a desperate madman?!

Grand Duke Grice lost ground step by step.

The King’s scarlet cloak billowed and swirled around him. He was the only master of the stage from the beginning to the end. He swung his sword in a deadly dance, and Grand Duke Grice was not worthy of being called an opponent at all. The Grand Duke was just a puppet under his sword, helplessly manipulated by the King to take part in this performance that would cost him his life.

The voices gradually became quieter.

The nobles vaguely felt something that made them shudder. They finally understood the meaning of the King’s duel.

——This was deterrence! He not only wanted to kill Grand Duke Grice, but also flash his blade in front of them arrogantly, and ask, was his blade sharp enough for them, was anyone going to be the second dead soul to be reaped by it?

In the silence, someone suddenly began to applaud.

It was the Duke of Buckingham.

He stared at his nephew, feeling that the burden that had been on his shoulders for so many years was finally relieved. Thus, he applauded the King, feeling both gratification and pride.

The Royalist Party wearing the iron roses were all brought back to themselves by the applause of the Duke of Buckingham. Although it was out of loyalty to the Duke of Buckingham that they guarded the throne, at this time they could not help but feel ecstatic about their gamble!

The King was back!

They had won!

They began to shout and holler and the sound wave once again swept across the sacred St. Wyth Cathedral.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!”

Amid the shouts of the Royalist nobles, Grand Duke Grice was finally dragged down by the heavy armor on his own body. He had been holding up for long enough. At this time, his hand was sore and the sword that was swung slowed for a split second.

The King must be the most keen hunter in the world.

He seized this fleeting opportunity.

The curved sword left a thin and beautiful cold crescent light in the air.

The battle was over.

A gush of blood sprayed high into the air, and all the voices stopped abruptly.

The Duke of Buckingham’s sword fell to the ground with a clang, and Grand Duke Grice fell to his knees, trying to cover his throat in vain. But life quickly passed from him, and the cold began to overtake him. With his eyes still open, he fell down on the red carpet, only a step away from the gorgeous throne.

The blood flowing from his throat soaked the base of the throne.

Seeing this scene of Grand Duke Grice’s fall, the cardinal sighed in his heart.

But before he finished sighing, the curved sword suddenly turned towards him.

Suddenly seeing the light of the blade passing in front of him, and the cold on the surface of the blade millimeters away from him, cardinal Hart took a big step back and almost directly hit the black-clothed monk behind him.

The one who was even more fearful was the archbishop of St. Wyth, because the sword was actually directed at him.

The archbishop exclaimed, his brain going completely blank.

The sound of metal colliding.

The archbishop of St. Wyth only felt the weight in his hand lighten, and the new crown that was originally placed on the velvet tray in his hands was raised into the air by the King using the curved point of his sword.

The newly made gorgeous crown spun in mid-air. With a wave of the King’s arm, the curved sword slashed out.

A crescent arc flashed in the air, and the falling golden crown was cut in half by the King.

The two pieces of the new crown that had been split in half fell to the ground, making a clanging sound as they rolled down from the high ceremonial altar to land on the cold and hard marble floor below. The crisp metallic sound could be heard as the halves of the crown bounced up high and finally fell down again.

The eyes of the nobles moved with the two halves of the crown.

In the end, the two pieces of metal lay motionless on the ground.

Deathly silence.

The King stood upright on the high platform, behind which was the throne that symbolized supreme power. He slowly pushed his sword into its sheath as he looked down at everyone.

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The nobles of the New Royal Party felt that they had been cut in half with a blade. They had no expression on their faces but the hands holding their weapons were shaking slightly.

“What’s this?”

In the silence, the King’s voice was so clear.

“Everyone, have you forgotten to cheer for your King?”

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After Becoming The Tyrant CH 024 The Return of the King

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The capital of Legrand, Metzl.

A restless atmosphere enveloped the city.

The commander of the guards guarding the city huddled in the turret on the city wall, waiting for the arrival of the army.

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Today was the day when the new King, Grand Duke Grice, was crowned.

At this time, Grand Duke Grice’s procession should have already crossed the streets and arrived at St. Wyth Cathedral in the southern part of Metzl. Just a few days ago, the Pope’s envoy crossed the sea to spread the Pope’s will throughout Legrand’s land. The Duke of Buckingham, who had been deadly enemies with the New Royalist Party, had no choice but to bow his head in front of the will of God.

The civil war was over and the new King was about to be crowned.

Only after being crowned could he officially become the King. In order to prevent unexpected occurings from cropping up, after Grand Duke Grice received the news that the Duke of Buckingham had finally conceded he had quickly arrived at Metzl City.

On the day of Grand Duke Grice’s arrival, the Duke of Buckingham held a very simple welcome ceremony outside the city gate. Although the hostility between the two sides was still strong, under the witness of the Pope’s envoy, it was “a reconciliation to the harmony of before.”

On the one hand it was out of eagerness and on the other hand it was out of vigilance, Grand Duke Grice tried his best to reduce the entire process of the coronation ceremony——completely different from the previous grand coronation ceremonies, this coronation ceremony was cut down to only the necessary steps. It was even forbidden to hold any celebratory parades.

Throughout the process, the Duke of Buckingham seemed to have already given up and did not make any drastic moves.

The only thing he refused to do was to hand over the Rose Palace.

The reason was that the Rose Palace was the King’s most important residence, and he could only move in when he had officially become the King.

Grand Duke Grice was unwilling to offend the old Duke at this critical juncture, so he had to give up temporarily and work overtime to plan the coronation ceremony.

The coronation was to take place today.

The order of martial law was imposed on every gate of the Metzl city wall. Obviously, Grand Duke Grice did not really relax his vigilance. He even brought in an army from the south to prevent the Duke of Buckingham from rising in revolt during his coronation.

“Damn the weather.”

It was now October, and the commander shivered from the cold as he cursed quietly while holding his sword. He looked out from the viewing gap in the turret again and this time a galloping cavalry vaguely appeared in his vision.

They had arrived!

The commander’s spirit suddenly lifted. He hurriedly stretched out two white rose flags from the turret and played the agreed semaphore towards the outside.

The army was fast, and in a blink of an eye it was nearly at the city wall. Two identical white rose flags were flying over the cavalry. A cavalryman urged his horse out of the line, a flag in his hand as he arrived under the city gate. He waved the flag vigorously and played the agreed semaphore.

The commander was relieved.

“Let down the suspension bridge!”

He saw the cavalryman clearly from his height, and recognized that it was Viscount Bourn from the New Royalist Party——the army transferred over from the south by Grand Duke Grice was under his command.

The walls of Metzl were tall and strong, and there were sturdy trenches outside the walls. There were a total of twelve city gates distributed in all directions. The city gates were all situated on a solid stone platform in the middle of two circular towers, and were equipped with heavy suspension bridges. It would take months to break through Metzl City from the outside, it was practically indestructible.

Today, the only one allowed to be put down was the suspension bridge to the southwest.

The wide suspension bridge was lowered, and the cavalry charged over it like a whirlwind. At this time, the commander had just stepped down from the tower, ready to step forward to meet Viscount Bourn and convey the Grand Duke’s arrangements.

He had just walked down the stairs when he realized that something was wrong.

Blood!

A very strong smell of blood!

As soon as the gate of the city opened, he finally noticed that the oncoming cavalry practically reeked with blood!

“Have you encountered an attack?”

The commander stepped forward in confusion. However, his face changed as soon as he finished speaking.

Because he saw Viscount Bourn who had played the semaphore, his face frighteningly pale and without any armor on——how could a general not wear armor?

However, without waiting for him to understand other things, everything was already over.

The extremely fast cavalry passed the suspension bridge in an instant.

The leading horse directly kicked the commander over. The man on the horse was wearing a scarlet cloak. He held a long and narrow curved sword and swung it down, a spray of warm blood spattering out instantly. Succeeding with just a single slash of his blade, the young knight rushed into the city gate like a gust of wind without stopping.

His red cloak billowed, flapping fiercely in his wake.

The rest of the cavalry followed closely behind.

The soldiers guarding the city gate noticed this drastic change. They realized that it was not a comrade-in-arms but an enemy, but it was too late. The cavalry had all crossed the suspension bridge, and the city guards could only step forward with their spears to block them in vain.

But how could they match this Ingres cavalry?

Yes, they recognized it.

It was not the cavalry of Viscount Bourne, but the light cavalry of Ingres. These wild cavalrymen who lived in Ingres wore simple leather armor. They used a single-edged sword with a narrow and slender blade. It was most suitable for slashing from a horse, and it looked like a thousand arcs of crescent moons when it was cut downwards.

They laughed loudly, carrying long bows and quivers, and wielding their swords as they followed their leader.

The man who led this cavalry was incredibly young, his silver hair flying in the morning mist and contrasting sharply against his bloody robe.

It was the King!

Pureland I.

The King who was determined to be dead by everyone had reappeared in front of the people. And as soon as he appeared, he brought with him a bloody cavalry that seemed as if they were a signal to more bloodshed to be had.

……………………

St. Wyth Cathedral.

This was the place where the kings of the past had been crowned. Today, many powerful nobles had gathered here.

The Duke of Buckingham had given up resistance, and the Royalist Party had been defeated. The New Royalists all looked at their enemies with barely hidden triumph and glee. The most proud of them was Grand Duke Grice.

His private guards were scattered outside the St. Wyth Cathedral, his opponents in the church were all depressed, and the crown was within reach.

——Oh, not the one that had been passed down from generation to generation.

The Rose Crown was likely buried in the soil with the former King, and Grand Duke Grice paid for a new crown personally.

The coronation would be held at the intersection of the nave and the wing of the St. Wyth Cathedral. The Grand Duke Grice had cut down the procedures making up the entire ceremony as much as possible out of caution, but in order to declare his victory to the people, he still held the coronation in accordance with the tradition. A huge wooden stage was placed in the center so that the people in the nave could clearly see the crowning of the new King.

The bell was rang.

This was probably the strangest coronation ceremony in the entire history of the Legrand Empire. The atmosphere was so cold and antagonistic that it did not seem like a grand ceremony was being held, but more like an invisible war was taking place.

On the honered guest seats near the altar.

The group of people headed by the Duke of Buckingham remained silent and did not cheer. Their cloaks were still decorated with the badge of the iron rose. Although the members of the New Royalist Party took off the white roses and put on beautiful and luxurious clothes, they also wore close-fitting chainmail under the velvet and silk and carried swords on them.

Under the royal robes of the “New King” Grand Duke Grice, there was also an exquisitely crafted chain mail armor.

If it were not for maintaining his majestic appearance, he almost wanted to put on a plate armor to attend the ceremony.

In the solemn chanting, the choir played brilliant hymns, all of which concealed the antagonistic atmosphere in the air. Grand Duke Grice stepped solemnly on the long red carpet in a purple robe with gold threads and walked into the church.

He walked up the steps and climbed onto the high platform.

The young cardinal, the special envoy of the Pope, was the host of this coronation ceremony. He stood in front of the altar in the middle of the high platform, and behind him was the archbishop of St. Wyth. On the tray held by the archbishop, the new crown was placed in the middle of the soft velvet.

Grand Duke Grice and the cardinal exchanged glances.

The cardinal coughed slightly. He looked at everyone and made a speech: “……In front of the benevolent Holy Lord and the Holy See, I ask everyone to allow Grand Duke Grice to claim the crown of the Legrand Empire based on his rightful status……”

The core members of the Royalist Party instantly turned their attention to the Duke of Buckingham.

This was not in line with the convention of the coronation ceremony!

According to the normal order, the coronation vows should be taken first, then the holy oil should be given, and then finally the crowning ceremony!

But now, it was clear that Grand Duke Grice had colluded with the cardinal and brought the final crowning ceremony to the forefront. The New Royalist Party had already known about this change. Almost as soon as the cardinal’s voice fell, they all cheered and shouted “Aye! Aye!”

The Duke of Buckingham’s face darkened, and he made a simple and powerful gesture.

The Royalists in the honored guest seats suddenly stood up, opened their beautiful cloaks, and drew sharp swords.

Almost at the same time that the Duke of Buckingham and the others got up, the New Royalist party also stopped shouting. They also lifted their outer robes and drew out the weapons hidden under their cloaks.

In a flash, a deathly aura swept across the church.

“Lord Duke of Buckingham.”

The cardinal looked at the Duke of Buckingham with a cold face on the high platform.

“Blood before the Holy Lord, is this your reply to the Holy Lord? This is the place where the Holy Spirit inhabits, not your battlefield!”

“If the Holy Lord’s rules can be changed by humans, then it is not a big issue for the church to become a battlefield.”

The Duke of Buckingham replied as he slowly drew out his sword.

“Either follow the rules or go to war now, this is my answer.”

Grand Duke Grice’s face was blue with anger.

According to the traditional rules, the coronation oath was proclaimed, the sacred oil ceremony was carried out, and the crown was finally granted……The whole process would take at least half of the morning. But he didn’t want to delay for even a second at this time.

Don’t know why but a kind of anxiety shrouded the heart of Grand Duke Grice. And this kind of anxiety reached its culmination when both sides drew their swords.

The two sides were deadlocked for a while.

The cardinal looked at the archbishop of St. Wyth, implying that he should ease the atmosphere.

However, at this moment, the sound of the collision of iron on iron came from outside the church accompanied by dying screams. Grand Duke Grice was greatly shocked, and everyone suddenly looked towards the entrance of the church.

The clopping of horseshoes could be heard.

It seemed as if a whole cavalry was charging forward, the sound of the war horses galloping, making no secret of their murderous intentions.

This was not his army!

Grand Duke Grice realized this.

The nobles exclaimed.

A war horse appeared at the entrance of the narrow nave of the church.

Under the high arch, the man on the war horse had his back against the light. He was shrouded in the shadows and people could only see his thick scarlet cloak and the long and narrow curved sword hanging from the side of the war horse. A drop of blood slowly descended along the graceful lines of the blade.

Drip.

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The drop of blood fell on the red carpet.

“If I remember correctly——”

The man on the war horse slowly raised his head, and the light coming in through the stained glass windows fell on his face.

“I am still the King!”

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