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Chapter 592: 412 Core Formation Over, Return to Tangshan!_3

Chapter 592: Chapter 412 Core Formation Over, Return to Tangshan!_3

“Tales of imperial conquests are but jests, within which hides not the sobriety of the human world….” Chu Changfeng noticed the poem etched onto the sword’s blade and couldn’t help but nod with a smile, offering praise.

It had become a customary act, for it seemed that no matter who reached this point, they would appreciate the verses.

“If you are to enter the Capital, you should conceal these lines in the end, or if someone were to whisper them to Emperor Jingtai, they would breed suspicion.” Su Ziyue advised about the blade.

“The Heavenly Sword fellow has already mentioned this; Chen Yuan understands. If I am truly to enter the Capital, I will naturally conceal these verses,” Chen Yuan nodded in agreement.

He would surely dispel such deliberate liabilities well in advance.

After all, in the eyes of others, he aspired to be a loyal and good officer of Great Jin and naturally wouldn’t reveal excessive ambition. Ambitious individuals are always viewed with suspicion.

“Previously you mentioned that Emperor Jingtai might summon you to the Capital to take an official position, wait for recent developments. If it turns out to be true, you must inform us immediately,

The chance to rescue Elder Moluo may well depend on this matter,” Chu Changfeng said gravely.

“What exactly should be done?” Chen Yuan asked.

“Knowing now is useless. Only when Emperor Jingtai summons you to the Capital will we have a chance and will actually begin to operate,” he replied.

Chen Yuan’s eyes shimmered as he nodded.

He understood that the influence of the Taoist Divine Palace was vast; they wouldn’t speak of operations otherwise. He didn’t ask about their connections within the court.

When the time came, they would reveal it themselves.

He didn’t wish to speak now, probably because of some unspeakable difficulties.

“Within the Capital lie hidden dragons and crouching tigers. It’s not just Yang Transformation True Masters; there are also several True Monarchs stationed there. If you enter the Capital, you must act cautiously,

and if anything is amiss, immediately contact us. We will find a way to extricate you from danger. At worst, we might only have to leave the Capital and the court for Jianghu.

All power is but an illusion; one’s life is singular and precious!”

This was Su Ziyue’s advice. She sensed that Chen Yuan’s ambition wasn’t small and that he naturally had a heart set on power. However, those who seek power often end up bowing under it.

“How many True Monarchs are there in the Capital?”

“Officially, there are four. They include the Great Governor of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, the National Master, the Grand Marshal who controls the armies, and… a True Monarch from the Sima Royal Family. It’s unknown whether there are others hidden,” she replied.

Chen Yuan’s pupils widened:

“So many?”

No wonder the court is the strongest power in the land.

“Do not underestimate True Monarchs. There are thirty-six on the Supreme List alone, and most of the top ten Immortal Sects have more than one,” Li Su laughed lightly.

“Of course, don’t think there are too many True Monarchs. Most of them rarely appear in the world, engaged in arduous cultivation. Moreover, these four public True Monarch-level powerhouses are not united in intention. The National Master is a Buddhist at heart and has not shown face for thirty years.

The Sima’s True Monarch only just reached that level a hundred years ago. However, the Grand Marshal nominally in charge of the armies is indeed powerful and should be regarded warily…”

“Understood,” Chen Yuan nodded. Even so, the power of the court was still extraordinary. It was just the known powerhouses; who knew if there were others in the shadows.

But it was for this reason that the court held the nation steady. If the court had only one or two True Monarchs, those with ambition might have already risen in rebellion, following the precedent of the Sima Family.

“What do you fellows think of the current Emperor Jingtai?” If possible, Chen Yuan wanted to hear their opinions. After all, serving the emperor was as perilous as sleeping with a tiger.

What he knew also came from the one-sided stories of Jianghu.

Court officials rarely dared to discuss the Emperor.

“This fellow can indeed be regarded as a wise ruler, but it’s unfortunate that the court’s claim to power was never legitimate, leading to many hidden issues since the founding of the nation,” Chu Changfeng shook his head.

“As for Jingtai… it’s said that his talent in Martial Arts is immense. If not for the suppression by the fate of the nation, with his talent, reaching the Core Realm would not be his limit,”

Jiang He narrowed his eyes and added:

“I’ve seen him; he is no simple figure with considerable control over the court, far surpassing the previous emperor.”

“One must be very cautious when dealing with him.”

“Understood.”

Chen Yuan nodded gravely, understanding that if these masters from the Daoist Divine Palace evaluated him so, Emperor Jingtai must indeed possess extraordinary qualities.

“Well, the day grows late, let us part ways now,”

Yang Huatian said solemnly.

“Alright.”

“Alright.”

“Then I’ll take my leave first. If there are matters, use the Heavenly Book to contact me.” With a bow to the others, Yang Huatian stepped forward, turning into a streak of light soaring into the sky.

“I take my leave.”

After speaking, a flash of spirit light in Li Su’s hand resulted in a Spirit Pill landing in Su Ziyue’s hand, which was the prearranged Color Stabilizing Pill.

She too turned into luminous trace and departed.

“Leave the matters of Qingyun Sword Sect to Heavenly Sword and me; you need not worry,”

Chu Changfeng assured Chen Yuan.

“Thank you, Demon Prison fellow.”

“Cultivate diligently. When you’ve reached Divine Power Self-generation, this seat will have a physical duel with you.”

“It’s a promise.”

After that, Chu Changfeng nodded to Jiang He and Su Ziyue, then disappeared into the void.

“If something arises, contact me through the Heavenly Book.”

“Thank you, my lord.”

With the others gone, it was not appropriate to continue using the term “fellow Daoist.” Moreover, Jiang He had treated him with distinction, and the use of “my lord” was not unwarranted. Jiang He did not correct him,

With a sword’s cry, he split the boundless sky.

Instantly, only Su Ziyue remained alone. Holding the Color Stabilizing Pill in her hand, she softly said:

“Returning to Tangshan?”

“Mm.”

“Keep this for now. If you go to the Capital in the future, you can give it to someone for me. Perhaps, with your status, she will see you differently and it might aid you.”

“Who?”

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow.

“Your lord’s old flame….”

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I seek the Monthly Ticket! The matter of Core Formation is settled.