Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 315: Chapter 42 Empress in Crisis, Shenluo Shall Fall (Thanks for the generous donation from Cleaning Monk of Blast Sky Gang!)_2

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“The mobilization of the Imperial Guards is a figment of Xu Zi’s imagination. Changning King has no authority to summon troops, let alone private soldiers.”

Several senior ministers followed suit, “That’s right. I recognize this man. He was originally a staff member of the Changning Royal Mansion but was expelled later. He must be resentful in his heart and is only trying to stir up conflicts between Your Majesty and Prince.”

“Changning King works for the country and the people, and has always cared for the common folks. Princess Pei and Your Majesty share a sisterly relationship. How could they possibly commit treason?”

At first, Yu Qinghan didn’t think much of it, but now seeing more and more people speaking up for Changning King, she sensed something wrong.

There are quite a few ministers in the Imperial Court who are now defending Changning King. Are they all bought over?

Her uncle’s intentions are not pure. It may not seem bad for now, but it’s definitely not good either.

She realized something was amiss when these ministers began to praise him.

There was a tendency to turn black into white, so she immediately stopped the dispute, with an imposing air, she said:

“Enough! Where is Changning King now?”

“Changning King has already left Xia’s Capital and is in his fief.”

Disaster.

Yu Qinghan’s jade hand rested on the handle of the Dragon Chair, her heart sinking.

She had wanted to put him under house arrest, but obviously, he didn’t give her that chance.

“What happened to the sale of salt earlier?”

Yu Qinghan asked further.

When she was in Spiritual Mountains, she had heard about Changning King buying up the salt inventory of the capital’s merchants.

Why would he buy so much salt out of the blue?

“Your Majesty, this is also a major event. Nowadays, the salt prices in the three regions of the capital have skyrocketed, and many common people cannot afford to buy salt for their daily needs, and are suffering.” A Grand Secretary of the Cabstepped forward to report.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qinghan immediately understood.

She knew what her uncle intended to do.

He wanted to manipulate the salt prices and then undermine the Imperial Court to win over the people’s hearts.

If the salt prices do not cdown, it will inevitably lead to large-scale rebellions.

Combining this with the previous messages about alliances with sects, it is not difficult to deduce that Changning King has been plotting his way out and has even found his helpers.

Let’s put aside the backgrounds of these sects for now.

Which sect would agree to a feudal king’s request for no reason? What kind of conditions did he put forward?

She already smelled the scent of rebellion.

Over the past year, her uncle has done many things.

Especially during the months she left the Imperial Court.

While Yu Qinghan was contemplating,

“Boom!”

There was a tremor in the palace hall.

“Cry!”

The new national fortune of the Xia Country, a nine-tailed fiery phoenix, spread its wings and called out, staring at a man in a bamboo hat and veil atop the Imperial Palace.

A rapid stream of light shot out along the hundred-meter symmetrical imperial avenue, lifting the Imperial Guards guarding the gate with a gust of wind, and headed straight for the Golden Dragon Palace.

The ministers were horrified.

Yu Qinghan’s eyes narrowed, she stood up, releasing her hidden cultivation powers, creating a turbulence of multi-colored qi stream from her Golden Core. With the national fortune’s blessings, any assassination attempt on the emperor within the palace by anyone other than a Great Divine Skill master would be extremely difficult.

Soon, an invisible force blocked the incoming stream of light.

“Empress, if only you would abdicate and concede, there might still be a turning point. The Immortal Sect is in danger itself, giving you a seven-day deadline to consider carefully.”

A hearty laugh echoed into the Main Hall, and after catching the object in her hand and seeing it was a letter, Yu Qinghan’s expression changed slightly.

Sending a letter thousands of miles away, manipulating the rules of Heaven and Earth. This method was that of a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm.

She solemnly opened the envelope and after just one glance, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Is it someone from the Devil Sect? Has Changning King joined forces with the Devil Sect?”

Yu Qinghan angrily tore the envelope to pieces, her eyes blazing with fury.

As expected, her guess was correct.

If there weren’t any sufficient conditions, how could the other party possibly receive help from the sects?

In order to seize the throne, Changning King has joined forces with the Devil Sect and has started to take action against the Xia Country.

He obviously didn’t trust her and was already planning to wage war against her.

The day had finally come.

In Nanyu Prefecture, amid the wilderness,

“Swoosh!”

A red figure flew out.

The eminent monk in the red robe was beaten badly by a black club.

“Ding-a-ling!”

The sound of bells kept ringing, like a devil’s hand formed of the sound itself, grabbing the red-robed monk’s neck and flinging him away again.

“Ugh!”

The red-robed monk couldn’t help but vomit a mouthful of blood, and several lumps appeared on his bald head, obviously from being beaten.

“Hehe, trying to deal with the Royal Crown Prince, you’re still too green.”

Zhou Ping, a slightly plump man, held the black club with both hands and gave a harmless smile.In the face of a strong Arhat cultivator in the Rebirth Realm, Zhao Huai still managed to dominate and overpower him.

“Hand him over to the Royal Crown Prince for punishment.”

The veil-covered barefoot woman with a calm expression stood on the turbulent river.

“Understood.”

“Clang!”

Zhou Ping grabbed the monk and threw him in front of Zhao Huai like a small chicken.

At this time, Zhao Huai’s magical power surged, his wet clothes instantly dried, and he stepped forward, staring at the red-robed eminent monk for a moment before turning his gaze towards the two young cultivators.

“Zhou Ping.”

“Dongfang Xuan.”

The two introduced themselves in order.

“You are the Yan Generals of other sacrificial altars?”

“Exactly.”

Zhou Ping and Dongfang Xuan responded in unison.

Zhao Huai carefully examined the two.

One appeared honest and slightly chubby but possessed exceptional spear skills and agility.

The other woman wore a black veil, which obscured her face, and silver ornaments adorned her body. A golden bell that seemed to be a formidable magical weapon could control the movements of others.

However, her attire indicated she was from a distant land.

“We have received the edict from the Lord of Yan Country to cto the aid of the crown prince. My master has been guarding the East Sea Altar and cannot leave, so he senthere,” Zhou Ping explained with a fist salute, his voice full of vigor.

Dongfang Xuan’s reaction was less confident, her beautiful eyes slightly complicated. She said slowly, “The Southern State Altar fell sixty years ago, and my master has perished. I am the newly appointed Yan General, and I am ashamed of failing the grace of Ancestor Yan Zu.”

“Why did it fall?”

Zhao Huai frowned, puzzled.

“The Southern State Altar connects to the Divine Prowess World. Sixty years ago, the Southern State glaciers melted and submerged the altar. The Heavenly Power detected the rules of the Divine Prowess World, leading to the thunder tribulation. My master was buried at the bottom of the sea, and during the sixty years since the seal shattered, I have been guarding the altar. But I haven’t found any changes, so I cto the Central State to support the crown prince,” Dongfang Xuan explained.

Zhao Huai nodded slowly and asked with doubt, “The Divine Prowess World? I’ve never heard of it. What is it proficient in?”

He had never heard of the Divine Prowess World, which was unlike the Heavenly Devil World, the netherworld, and the Illusory Southern Sea that comes from the Primitive World, where the Demon Race rampaged, and the Demon Emperor was supreme.

“Your Majesty, it is the martial arts world led by the Heavenly Lord.”

“Heavenly Lord? Is it the practice of martial arts?”

“You can understand it that way.”

Zhao Huai glanced at the barely alive red-robed eminent monk and said solemnly, “Now, the entrance to the Primitive World of Western State has fallen, and we need your help.”

“This is our duty, Your Highness. Don’t worry,” Zhou Ping said earnestly, nodding his round head.

“How should we deal with this monk?” Dongfang Xuan asked, pointing to the Sorceress Sect’s Arhat lying on the ground.

“Shenluo must be annihilated,” Zhao Huai said coldly.

Since Shenluo Empire wanted to kill him, there was no need for him to make any concessions.

He could just kill the monk directly.

“Yes,” Dongfang Xuan nodded. Her eyes showed no compassion as she looked at the monk.

She forcefully slapped his pubic region, causing the red-robed eminent monk to reveal a pained expression and instantly lose his breath.

A childlike primordial spirit emerged and tried to flee with a “whoosh” sound.

Dongfang Xuan was prepared, shaking her golden bell. Its clear soundwaves caused the Rebirth Realm cultivator to freeze momentarily before falling to the ground.

She held the small spirit in her palm and said calmly, “This primordial spirit is the nascent form of the monk’s soul, containing hundreds of years of his cultivation. Your Highness may want to keep it for your cultivation progress.”

Zhao Huai didn’t hesitate, storing the tiny translucent primordial spirit in his black ring.

Looking at the other side of the mountain, he said gravely, “Shenluo Empire has sent many strong fighters against our Xia Country, and our two seniors are still engaged in fierce battles. You two should go help them.”

No sooner had he spoken than two towering, illusory figures appeared above the mountains, clashing with one another.

One was a Bodhisattva apparition, a figure bearing six golden leaves atop a white elephant, exuding an unparalleled aura of sanctity.

The other was a mighty divine general wielding a long spear, radiating sacred brilliance from his eyes.

Zhou Ping and Dongfang Xuan looked at each other and leaped into the air, heading towards the center of the forest.

Zhao Huai reached out for his sword, and all three flying swords ctogether. He stepped on the red, rusty sword and followed them.

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