Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?
Chapter 780 - 642: Returning to the Master 7_1

Chapter 780: Chapter 642: Returning to the Master 7_1

Xue Yunrou’s voice was not loud, but she broadcast it grandly with her Mana. Not only did it cover the entire range of Qianqing Palace, but it could also be heard clearly at Chengtian Gate and Six Yamens nearly ten miles away.

She was born into a noble family, well-versed in politics, and knew that the first thing she should do at this time was not fight a deadly battle with the rebels on the other side, but to solidify the morale within the Qianqing Palace and the people’s heart throughout the Capital City!

As soon as Xue Yunrou’s words came out, Zhu Guoneng, Master Mu, and others who were fighting hard in the distance couldn’t help but slightly light up their expressions, and their eyes suddenly appeared a little bright.

Especially Master Mu who originally regretted his decision to join Yu Hongshang’s government and get involved in this royal dispute.

However, if the Marquis of Guanjun really annihilated Shulv Ping’s seven hundred thousand demon corpse army in Chengde, then the outcome of this palace change is still to be determined!

Xue Yunrou’s soft and icy voice continued to spread throughout the city.

"Responding to the command of Marquis Guanjun Li Xuan, I hereby inform all officials and Jingying soldiers in the capital! At the eighth moment of the Hour of You today (7 pm), Marquis Guanjun Li Xuan has annhilitated Shulv Ping’s seven hundred thousand demons at Chengde Qianhu Office! All of the thirty-seven thousand troops from Jizhou Town are following his orders to return overnight and by the earliest Hour of Mao, they will arrive to pacify the rebellion——"

Before she had even finished speaking, countless crossbow arrows and deadly spells were shot at her from all around.

Six Darkdragon Guards in the distance all freed their hands at the same time, throwing their spears at Xue Yunrou with all their might.

However, Xue Yunrou was not concerned. Her ’fumo sword’ was both offensive and defensive, and it was currently turning into a Yin-Yang Fish Diagram, slowly circling around her and blocking all attacks against her.

Yu Yunhuang also reacted in time. She was controlling five golden dragons in the air, circling and protecting Xue Yunrou from both sides.

These golden dragons could not be effective against Liang Heng, but they could withstand attacks from numerous heavenly-level people for Xue Yunrou.

Xue Yunrou’s voice continues without interruption, her gentle voice ringing out with determination: "Marquis Guanjun, considering that many of you have been instigated and confused by the rebel party and have gone astray, is willing to give you rebels a chance. If those who commit treason can rectify their mistakes before the arrival of Marquis Guanjun’s army, Marquis Guanjun can petition the Court to treat you leniently!"

Liang Heng had long seen Xue Yunrou as the most dangerous thorn in his side, soread he saw as a roaring beast.

"Absurd!" he yelled out like thunder, also echoing in the clouds, trying to disperse Xue Yunrou’s words.

However, Xue Yunrou’s spells are so powerful that her words do not rely on sound waves to spread, and can directly reach the ears of everyone within twelve miles.

Although Liang Heng’s voice was like thunder and roared like a lion, he couldn’t suppress Xue Yunrou’s voice.

So he shifted gears and laughed heartily: "Do you dare deceive the world with lies and disrupt our army’s morale? Li Xuan dispatched a hundred thousand troops to Chengde, which is a dead end, a path of self-destruction! And you say annihilation? It’s he who was annihilated, isn’t it?"

But Xue Yunrou looked at him with a cold, disdainful and pitying gaze: "You, Liang Heng, are a mediocre and unworthy person, how dare you measure the capability of contemporary divine generals? I expected you would say that, so I brought with me the imperial seal of the Empress of Liao, Shulv Ping, and twenty-seven flags of the Pi Room Wanhu Army as proof!"

Xue Yunrou directly threw a jade seal and a bunch of other things in front of Qianqing Palace.

These were the spoils of war Li Xuan had seized on the battlefield, they had not yet been purified, causing resentment to surge in the front of Qianqing Palace!

At this moment, all the heavenly people present couldn’t help looking different.

Chen Xun, who was stationed on Mei Mountain (Wansui Mountain) cannon fort in the distance, was stroking his long beard and sighed: "It seems that it’s true, the devil is a foot high, but Tao is a foot taller! That’s really fortunate! It shows that the righteous path in the world has not declined."

Yu Shiyue beside him trembled slightly, but his face was expressionless and he snorted coldly: "If this group of rebellious ministers really succeeds, then the heavens must be blind."

Quan Dingtian and Xue Bai, behind them, looked at each other from a distance, both thinking that Li Xuan did not boast.

He was determined to win the battle in Chengde before and he did exactly so, winning the battle.

Yu Hongshang in the sky above was stunned, her pupils slightly dilated.

Li Xuan truly defeated Shulv Ping’s corpse army in Chengde, and it was a complete wipe out——

When she, along with Zhu Guoneng, concocted a false victory report to deceive her soldiers, she didn’t dare to say so.

Across from Yu Hongshang, the face of the Palace Master of Xuanwu Palace, Lianling Immortal, hidden behind the mask, couldn’t help contorting.

The Marquis of Guanjun of Jin Dynasty, he won?

This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

How powerful the twenty-seven thousand Pi Room Iron Cavalry under the command of Empress of Liao, Shulv Ping, are, how could she lose?

And that Empress of Liao, Shulv Ping, is she alive or dead now?

In the history written by the Qianqiu Brush, this person, Shulv Ping, is of great importance.

Nine hundred years later, she will reincarnate with Dragon Qi and once again become the Empress, holding the power of the court!

Liang Heng’s heart tightened, he saw those flags and knew that the battle report from Chengde was true.

That guy, that bastard, he really wiped out Shulv Ping with a hundred thousand soldiers!

Liang Heng thought that this woman was really useless! What Great Liao Empress Dowager, what heroine? She was defeated by that bastard Li Xuan with seven times the army, it’s simply the utmost incompetence!

He kept his poker face and laughed loudly: "What kind of evidence is this? They’re all just forged things. Winning over seven hundred thousand with one hundred thousand in a day, I’m afraid even if Bai Qi came back to life, he wouldn’t dare to boast like this."

But his words obviously had little effect, and Liang Heng keenly noticed that the morale and fighting spirit of everyone in Qianqing Palace were greatly different from before.

It is reflected directly in Zhu Guoneng. The commander in chief, who was appointed in time of crisis and led the remnants of the Jingtai army, has increased in prestige.

The ’Force of Ten Thousand Armies’ he was controlling no longer had the previous ethereality and dispersion; it became solid, heavy, full of fighting spirit, and full of morale!

But at this time, Liang Heng was even more worried about his many Five Army camp officers outside the Qianqing Palace. He was also worried about the many civil and military officials who had been forcefully suppressed by them, and those remnants of the Jingtai who were lurking around the Capital City!

His spear move was still as wildly fierce as before, like hurricanes ravaging snow, incessantly bombarding Luo Yan’s unbreakable sword wall with the ferocity of a thunderstorm.

However, within Liang Heng’s mind, it is his thoughts rapidly processing, pondering methods to turn the tides in his favor.

Meanwhile, the situation for Cao Jixiang, the head eunuch in charge of the Outer Palace System Office in the Qianqing Palace, was completely different from Liang Heng’s. His complexion had turned as pale as paper, and his mind was practically blank.

Only endless shock and dread tightly gripped his heart.

Cao Jixiang’s opponent was Xuanchenzi. Both were practitioners of "The Immaculate Scripture." Their figures were as fast as light and electric, pursuing the wind and chasing the sun. The longswords in their hands seemed to shift in position like moving stars, moving faster than the dust.

The speed of both their bodies and swords had already exceeded the visual limit of ordinary people.

Even the Wu cultivators who opened The Third Door could only see a myriad of red and blue illusory lights.

Even though Cao Jixiang initially had a slight advantage, at this moment, he couldn’t help but think, since Li Xuan has already triumphed in Chengde, and the 370,000 soldiers in Jizhou Town were about to march into the capital, can this palace coup still be successful? What should he do if Li Xuan comes to quell the rebellion? What fate awaits him in the end?

Repeated thoughts like these filled his mind, causing only seventy percent of his focus to be allocated to his sword.

"Dare to be distracted?" Xuanchenzi across him watched him curiously, a touch of jesting in her eyes, "Are you afraid, scared? Scared that if Li Xuan came back, he would hack you to pieces thousands of times? No, given what you’ve done, execution by a thousand cuts would be too light a punishment. Princess Changle will surely exterminate your nine generations and turn you, Cao Jixiang, into a Soul Lantern, forever tormented!"

Fear loomed even stronger in Cao Jixiang’s heart, though his face turned ashen, "Nonsense! His Majesty regaining the throne and the great Jin Dynasty is the will of Heaven itself. You traitors will merely be like mantis trying to block a cart--"

Before Cao Jixiang could finish, he discovered something that filled him with extreme horror.

Unbeknownst to him, his figure had been forced to the eastern corner of the palace wall. Across him, the pair of swords in Xuanchenzi’s hands was emanating a chilling glow.

On top of those swords, a great deal of Zhenyuan had obviously been accumulated. The fierce intent of Xuanchenzi pierced deeply into his primordial spirit.

"When did this happen?"

Cao Jixiang’s mind was in turmoil, his body chilly. This type of situation, where his movements are restricted on both sides, making it difficult to use techniques, was exactly what he had been trying to avoid.

But how did this situation come about? His focus had indeed faltered just now, but it was only for less than five breaths of time--

The next moment, a hole as fine as a finger appeared in the center of Cao Jixiang’s brow, followed by his entire body exploding abruptly.

Xuanchenzi, on the other hand, had already flash-stepped away to more than ten feet before the spray of blood and flesh.

She casually swung her sword, igniting a white flame on it.

In fact, due to her extreme sword speed, there was no blood on the sword, nor was it stained with Cao Jixiang’s flesh or brain matter.

But Xuanchenzi still found Cao Jixiang disgusting and the first thing she did after killing him was to purify this sword.

She felt that Cao Jixiang’s hideous face was simply a tarnish to "The Immaculate Scripture," this supreme divine scripture.

Such a person has no place in this world.

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At the same time, Shaofu Yu Jie, who was far away in the Great Hour Yong Room, also heard Xue Yunrou’s soft and cold voice.

His frozen state of mind eased slightly, and his eyebrows raised slightly, full of mockery, "It seems that the restoration of the Zhengtong Emperor is not as inevitable as you, Dasiming, said it would be?"

The woman in the red dress across from him suddenly turned around, flashing like a lightning bolt towards the direction of the Forbidden City.

But Shaofu Yu Jie’s ’Zhenya’ technique blasted it first.

They had switched roles. Now it was not Dasiming stopping him from going to the palace city, but he, Yu Jie, determined to prevent Dasiming from interfering with the situation in the Qianqing Palace.

The collision between the two erupted into a shocking shockwave that almost shattered the force of the ’Jiuding Wulong Hunyuan Great Array’ around them, affecting the civilians.

Dasiming forcefully tore apart Yu Jie’s Extreme Heaven technique, and her rapidly advancing figure flashed towards the northeast direction like a raging dragon.

But at that moment, a giant hand appeared ahead of ’Dasiming’.

"Wen Zhonglie?"

A flash of cold light appeared before ’Dasiming’, shattering the giant celestial hand into dust.

But her figure was unavoidably trapped between Yu Jie and Wen Zhongliegong.

’Dasiming’’s pupils contracted slightly as she looked at Wen Zhongliegong in the sky, "As a deity, do you dare to get involved in the dragon struggle of the mortal world? You think that because you were a heavenly-level scholar in your previous life, mastering the Rule of Extreme Heaven, the Jinque Heaven Palace would have no recourse against you?"

Wen Zhongliegong looked at her coldly with his hands on his back, "I should avoid the mortal world’s dragon struggles. But I have a question for Dasiming. Which one of the ’Heavenly Rules’ in the Book of Jinque allows you of the Jinque Heaven Palace to meddle in dynastic changes?"

’Dasiming’ fell silent, and then she sneered, summoning a gorgeous green sword beside her.

"Just the two of you can’t stop me!"

"What about me?"

With that voice, a huge black dragon appeared in the sky.

It was Ao Shuying. She transformed into a human figure a hundred yards east of ’Dasiming’, and then she looked at ’Dasiming’ with a cold and mocking gaze, "In the past, I, Ao Shuying, caused a wind on Poyang Lake, and was imprisoned by your Jinque Heaven Palace for three hundred years. Now, your Jinque Heaven Palace is colluding with the Zhengtong Emperor, intending to overthrow the reigning emperor. What crime should you be charged with?"