nagpurpolice Chapter 175, 56 Marks, Turmoil in the Capital
Chapter 175, 56 Marks, Turmoil in the Capital
Chapter 175 The Five or Six Marks, Turmoil in the Capital
Perhaps it is true that people speak good words when they are about to die.
In their final moments before death, Blood Demon and Gluttonous Taoist both passed on many cultivation techniques to Mo Di.
This includes many techniques from the Blood Refining Hall, as well as the fundamental technique of the Gluttonous Daoist, "Gluttonous Feast".
Although they are all incomplete, it is probably because their divine will has been worn down and their memories have been lost.
These techniques cannot be practiced directly, but can be used as a reference and supplement.
The two divine wills were erased, but the masks of the Heavenly Soldiers remained unchanged. Ironically, the masters who created them died, yet their creations remained intact.
"A divine weapon... My Yuan Tu Abi, it's about time it became a divine weapon too, isn't it?"
The waves on the sea of blood had barely subsided when the sea's tranquility was shattered once again.
Beneath the surface, a large amount of blood was churning and bubbling as if boiling.
Suddenly, two blood-red sword lights shot out simultaneously, absorbing the blood and forming blood dragons that hovered and danced in the dark sky above the sea of blood.
The aura of the Heavenly Divine Weapon reverberated everywhere, influencing the entire Blood Sea and stirring up towering waves, in which Blood God Children rose and fell.
The Gluttonous Mask sensed the two auras that shared the same origin and mistakenly thought it had been provoked. It struggled incessantly in Mo Di's hands and instinctively manifested the phantom of the Gluttonous Beast.
"roar.
Before the gluttonous phantom could even roar, it was smashed to pieces by Modi's iron fist.
"How dare you roar at my sword?"
The mask trembled incessantly, only calming down after a long while.
Modi casually tossed it into the demiplane, then waved to the sky. The two blood dragons immediately understood and swooped down to charge at him.
A flash of blood appeared, and two longswords materialized in his hands out of thin air.
The blood-red color faded from the sword, revealing a bluish-white hue.
"Good sword, good sword, now I have a place for my fifth and sixth marks."
Once the thought took hold, he no longer hesitated and threw his twin swords into the sea of blood once more.
A group of Blood God's children surrounded them and began to place the two swords into the previously vacant mark positions.
Modi sat alone on the crimson lotus of karmic fire, took out the blood crystal sealed with celestial runes, hesitated for a moment, then focused most of his attention on it, carefully testing the thing.
News of the Battle of Tianyong City eventually reached the capital.
On that day, the emperor was furious, and the entire court was shocked.
Strangely, after symbolically punishing a group of people, Emperor Qian did not pursue the matter further. He neither sent anyone to hunt down the murderers nor dispatched troops northward to resist foreign enemies.
No courtiers inquired about the matter further; everyone seemed to share a strange, unspoken understanding.
Only after the court session ended and all the civil and military officials had dispersed did a figure walk through the palace corridors and arrive at the Qianqing Palace, where Emperor Qianlong handled his daily affairs.
The figure was dressed in bright red, with a graceful figure. As she walked, her waist-length hair fluttered in the wind, releasing a fragrant breeze.
Upon seeing the visitor, the elderly eunuch guarding the door gave a slight bow and said in a hoarse voice:
"Grand Preceptor Zeng, His Majesty has been waiting for a long time."
"Thank you for your trouble, Eunuch Liu." The newcomer chuckled, her beautiful eyes sparkling with desire, and her red lips curving into an alluring smile.
Eunuch Liu remained unmoved, opened the door for her, and gently closed it after she entered the Qianqing Palace.
The woman in red entered the Qianqing Palace and immediately spotted the imposing man sitting behind the imperial desk.
"Your Majesty." She did not kneel, but bowed to the man.
The man exuded an air of authority without anger. He had a square face, wore a crown and a yellow robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon. His demeanor was noble and majestic. Clearly, this was the most esteemed person in the Great Qian Dynasty, the Qian Emperor.
When Emperor Qian saw the woman in red, he remained calm and composed, merely nodding slightly. "Grand Preceptor, please sit."
The woman, addressed as the Imperial Advisor, did not refuse and sat directly before the imperial desk, awaiting Emperor Qian's words. "Imperial Advisor, you should know why I summoned you this time."
The Imperial Advisor smiled slightly and, without hesitation, stated directly: "The matter of Tianyong City."
"Yes, Tianyong City." When Emperor Qian spoke of this matter, he showed neither joy nor sorrow, and there was no trace of the anger he had displayed in court. "General Huangfu, along with an entire elite Black Armor Army, fell here."
What's your opinion on this matter?
The Imperial Preceptor's expression darkened slightly, but his tone remained calm as he softly uttered a name: "Daoist Styx."
"As far as I know, even with the rabble of the five sects, Grandmaster Budai alone could not stop the Black Armor Army."
"However, the appearance of Daoist Styx completely reversed the situation. According to the intelligence sent back by our spies at Hidden Sword Peak, his martial arts are unpredictable, and his moves are accompanied by a mist of blood and a river of blood."
"Due to the obstruction of the Blood Mist and Blood River, our spies do not know what happened inside, and the Cloth Bag Master has not revealed any information. We can only deduce that this Styx Daoist is far stronger than an ordinary Grandmaster."
"He might even be the second Wan Jinghan."
"Ten Thousand Paths Cold..."
Upon hearing this name, Emperor Qian lowered his eyes. "Wan Jing Han, one is enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body beneath his dragon robe began to writhe, as if a large, ferocious python was hidden within.
Emperor Qian's expression remained unchanged. He calmly picked up the bottle on the imperial desk and swallowed the pill inside in one gulp.
After the pill entered his stomach, the writhing of his body weakened considerably, but it was still there. Emperor Qian frowned slightly, then took another bottle of pills and swallowed it in one gulp as well.
This time, his body finally calmed down completely.
"The effects of the pills are getting weaker and weaker," he said. "Can you refine pills with stronger effects?"
"Your Majesty, to refine even stronger elixirs, we need even stronger medicinal ingredients, such as..."
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The imperial advisor stopped speaking halfway through his sentence.
Emperor Qian knew what she was worried about, and without much thought, calmly said, "Very well, the Heavenly Prison is at your disposal."
Upon hearing this, the Imperial Advisor's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he bowed his head respectfully, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty."
To refine a human elixir, one naturally needs a medicinal guide.
The stronger the medicinal guide, the better the effect.
The Heavenly Prison, on the other hand, holds many unruly prisoners, including some with profound cultivation.
Deep inside, even a grandmaster was imprisoned.
What the Grand Preceptor needed was the flesh and blood of that Grandmaster.
As everyone knows, alchemy has a probability of failure, so it's normal for her to bring extra materials to prevent failure.
Emperor Qian then asked, "Returning to the main topic, General Huangfu has now been killed by a traitor, and the Black Armor Army has been completely wiped out. However, the turmoil in the three northern provinces is not yet over. What does the Imperial Advisor think the Great Qian should do?"
Feigning deep thought, the Imperial Advisor hesitated for two seconds before answering:
"To repel external aggression, we must first secure internal stability. If we want to defeat the northern barbarians, we need a stable rear area. We must first eliminate the Five Sects and the Styx Daoist."
In fact, she knew that Emperor Qian already had a plan in mind, but she had to be the one to say it.
"The Five Sects are powerful, and the Styx River is not to be underestimated either. How should we eliminate them?" Emperor Qian asked again.
"Your Majesty need not worry. Our army of sorcerers is about to be completed. In addition, the army is also working hard to train new military formations. Once everything is ready, the army will surely crush all enemies, even Styx Daoist and Wan Jinghan."
"Moreover, we are also developing the Ascension Pill, which can create a Grandmaster with just one pill."
Emperor Qian's expression softened considerably. "How much longer will it take to complete?"
"Hmm, about... six months."
The imperial advisor pretended to perform some calculations, but his expression remained unchanged.
Secretly, she was sweating bullets.
There's no way a single pill could create a grandmaster.
In reality, this was a deception she concocted based on the pills left behind by the first sect leader, You Qingxiang—pills that could temporarily unleash the power of a grandmaster—all in an attempt to get Emperor Qian to increase his investment.
Although the first leader of the sect, You Qingxiang, did indeed study this thing, even he didn't get any results. Instead, he left behind some research materials to help the Grand Preceptor deceive people.
In retrospect, Emperor Qian has indeed fallen into this trap.
"Very good." Emperor Qian nodded without suspicion. Few could understand the Imperial Preceptor's research, and he couldn't understand it either, but he could understand the effects of those elixirs.
With just one pill, he was able to unleash the power of a Grandmaster in the Divine罡 Realm, which truly shocked him.
Once the Feather Transformation Pill is successfully developed, he will surely be able to crush the Five Sects and kick the barbarians in the Great Qian Dynasty.
As for whether the Imperial Advisor was deceiving him... he had worried about that, but the so-called Imperial Advisor was ultimately just a dog he had picked up. He promoted her to Imperial Advisor because he thought she was useful.
If the imperial advisor betrayed him, he was confident he could eliminate her immediately.
"That's enough, you may leave now." Emperor Qian waved his hand casually.
The Imperial Advisor bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."
The woman in red rose gracefully, secretly relieved, and then walked out of the Qianqing Palace.
Outside the palace, she nodded to Eunuch Liu, who had been waiting outside, and then returned to her Imperial Preceptor's residence by the same route.
Eunuch Liu gazed at the red-clad figure from afar, a hint of doubt flashing in his cloudy eyes. "Your Majesty, the sorcerers of the Feast Sect cannot be trusted so easily, you..."
"I know, but no matter what, the Feast Cult is nothing more than a dog I keep. If it's useful, I'll keep it; if it's useless, I'll kill it."
Emperor Qian also walked out of the Qianqing Palace, his tone calm and unhurried.
Looking north, he seemed to see a ferocious and cruel golden wolf tearing pieces of flesh from a golden dragon.
Immediately afterwards, he saw another scene: five distinct auras, manifesting as a sword mound, clouds, divine fire, a great cauldron, and...
The mountains surrounded the golden dragon.
Finally, his gaze fell on a certain place in the north, where he saw a vast sea of blood, in which a blood-red giant god was coiled, revealing a ferocious smile to him.
"The nation's fate is in danger... They're all a bunch of damned traitors!"
His heart grew increasingly gloomy, and his anger rose accordingly, revealing a power no less than that of a grandmaster.
Beside him, Eunuch Liu's eyelids twitched, and he buried his head even deeper.
Gradually, his anger subsided. Emperor Qian took a deep breath and gave the order:
"Get ready, I reckon the grandmasters from the five sects will be coming soon to demand an explanation."
"As you command."
Liu Gonggong nodded and disappeared like a ghost.
Before long, the Golden Scale Guards received a secret order from Emperor Qian to go to the palace and guard it day and night.
The commander of the Zhenwu Division and the supervisor of the Western Investigation Factory also received secret orders to lead their men to the palace to ambush the imperial palace.
The capital was under martial law, and the Zhenwu Division's hounds, the Western Depot's secret police, and fully armed soldiers could be seen everywhere.
Suddenly, the entire capital was gripped by unease and panic.