Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 754 - 756: The Aristocratic Family Pressures the Palace, The Iron-Blooded Spirit Emperor

Chapter 754: Chapter 756: The Aristocratic Family Pressures the Palace, The Iron-Blooded Spirit Emperor

"People’s hearts are in chaos."

The Spirit Emperor let out a sigh. In just a few days, the entire Great Spirit Dynasty had plunged into a situation akin to its last days, no, perhaps even more terrifying.

Because of the spread of the Spirit Refining Method, the order of the entire Spirit Realm had collapsed. Although the official institutions of the Great Spirit Dynasty maintained order, the problem was that even those officials could not resist the temptation; they secretly cultivated using Spirit Refining to become stronger, resulting in a number of breakthroughs lately.

Even the grand families had set their sights on him.

In the entire Great Spirit Dynasty, he was the only Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal Level Spirit Master, and naturally, his four Spiritual Beasts had become the most coveted treasures in the eyes of other Daluo Golden Immortals.

Refining one of his Spiritual Beasts would allow one to step into the realm of a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal—who could resist such temptation?

Therefore, in recent times, the grand families kept testing him.

The Spirit Emperor did want to solve this issue but felt helpless. He could indeed suppress the entire world with an iron fist, forcefully keep everything in check.

But this was just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause; it might suppress things temporarily, but, oh, could it really be sustained...

"Such a mess, it truly gives Us a headache." The Spirit Emperor’s expression carried a hint of helplessness; he could suppress, but after suppression, the situation was not easy to manage. Even if the suppression continued, problems would still arise.

On the surface, there might not be any issues, but behind the scenes, things would become even more vicious.

When it came to matters of self-interest, many things were unstoppable; what he had to face was not the Spirit Masters of Great Spirit but the entities known as ambition and self-interest.

However, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing. Even if it was a temporary fix, he still had to apply it for the time being.

"Father, where are You going?" a voice asked.

The Spirit Emperor looked towards the person standing at the palace gate; it was his legitimate eldest son, the Crown Prince, who had long been in his position. The only thing was that he had been Crown Prince for a rather long time—eight thousand years now.

As a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, he was no longer limited by lifespan; not to speak of eight thousand years, even eighty thousand years would not suffice for him to sit in the position of Crown Prince—and it was possible that the Spirit Emperor would outlive this eldest son.

"We are not going anywhere, just staying here to see what sort of means you all could have," the Spirit Emperor said with a light chuckle.

Behind the Crown Prince, several other figures followed, each revealing a hint of greed in their calm expressions.

"No, Father, You are old and should abdicate," the Crown Prince said, his tone laced with a trace of resentment. His position as Crown Prince was practically a joke.

Unlike the Spirit Emperor’s other children who had already gone to their fiefdoms, leading carefree lives, he was just a mascot here.

To inherit the throne? Anyone with clear eyes could see that it was nothing but a joke.

Thus, he had to find a way to send the Spirit Emperor on his way. Now with the Spirit Refining Method at hand, as long as he allied with the grand families of the world to bid the Spirit Emperor farewell to the heavens and refined one of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal Level Spiritual Beasts, he would become the new Spirit Emperor.

Of course, to show sincerity, the remaining three Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal Level Spiritual Beasts would be left for the grand families to divide up.

"Old, I am indeed old," the Spirit Emperor muttered to himself: "If I were still young, would the world be in chaos? Would any of you have gained entrance here?"

"Since Your Majesty is old, then it’s time to abdicate," an old voice continued along with the Spirit Emperor’s words.

A large number of Spiritual Beasts surrounded them, and Daluo Golden Immortal Level Spirit Masters eyed the Spirit Emperor greedily, ready for him to practice self-discipline and maintain the greater good.

"It is not strength I speak of, but the heart. When the heart grows old, it softens. I always thought about giving you all a chance, having followed me for so long," said the Spirit Emperor.

"But you took the opportunity I gave you as a sign that I am no longer capable, heh."

The Spirit Emperor slowly rose to his feet, an aura of terrifying pressure bursting forth. All those present couldn’t help but their pupils shrink; they had not seen the Spirit Emperor take action in a very long time.

They had thus forgotten the vast gulf that lay between a Daluo Golden Immortal and a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal.

"Hmph, nothing but a bluff," a Supreme Elder from one of the grand families countered, his forehead beading with cold sweat, but at this time, he had no choice but to speak up.

"You, you never understand just how wide the gulf between a Daluo Golden Immortal and a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal is," said the Spirit Emperor as he reached out, his hand gesturing in the air, and in an instant, the Supreme Elder who had just spoken was swept by the Netherworld Wind, corroded to the bone, his soul dissipated.

Not only him, but his entire grand family was wiped out by the Spirit Emperor.

The palace was enveloped in silence; there were no disputes like in the past, no imperial decrees, just a simple movement of the hand, and a grand family that could stir the entire Great Spirit Dynasty ceased to exist.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, the coldness rising incessantly from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

They had thought they were coming to coerce the Emperor into abdication, yet they never expected that the Spirit Emperor, even without his Spiritual Beasts at his side, would be so powerful, so powerful that even their united front could not resist.

"Emperor Father, Emperor Father, your son was wrong, it was they who coerced your son, it wasn’t your son’s intention!" Seeing the situation turn dire, the Crown Prince immediately knelt down, his face streaming with snot and tears; as pathetic and disheveled as one could be.

But the Spirit Emperor didn’t even glance at him, instead focusing on those from the great families, who, along with their Spiritual Beasts, were pressed prostrate to the ground.

"Go on, tell me who’s been pulling the strings behind the scenes," the Spirit Emperor said, his eyelids lowered as he sat back on his throne, his tone very calm.

He knew that this group of great families only dared to instigate from behind the scenes, and would never dare to face him head-on; therefore, there could only be one possibility, someone was scheming in the shadows.

The figure of the unnamed Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, who not long ago had sneaked into his Great Spirit Treasure Vault, immediately sprang to mind.

"Your Majesty, this matter has nothing to do with me, it’s..."

"You’re full of shit, clearly it was you who..."

"..."

In an instant, everyone began to shift blame onto others; to save their own lives, they absolutely could not let the blame fall on themselves.

Amidst the noise and chaos for nearly half an hour, during which the Spirit Emperor did not engage at all, just silently watched as these people began to expose each other’s secrets, which, however, were all worthless.

"So, this means that this rebellion was initiated by yourselves," the Spirit Emperor suddenly said.

Cold sweat broke out on everyone; rebellion meant the execution of nine generations of relatives.

"Your Majesty, we have been wronged!"

"..."

For a time, everyone claimed to be wronged; after all, they had always been prone to making a scene, and then the Spirit Emperor would mediate to maintain balance.

But today was different. They all came to force his abdication, there could be no wrongs to claim.

"You claim to be wronged, yet you say there was nobody behind this, how can all the good things be claimed by yourselves?" the Spirit Emperor’s voice remained calm.

Hearing this, everyone’s heart was in turmoil, a turmoil that was simply unbearable.

"Since you won’t confess, then I have no choice but to carry out official duties. Farewell, gentlemen, your relatives and friends will follow shortly."

With the fall of his words, the Netherworld Wind blew once again, and although the crowd wanted to beg for mercy, before they could speak, only the Crown Prince was left in the hall.

"And you, have anything to say?" the Spirit Emperor asked the Crown Prince, his expression complex. Although the Crown Prince was merely a figurehead never destined to ascend the throne, the Spirit Emperor had never mistreated him and had even allowed him to oversee the state, relinquishing quite a lot of power. Yet, in the end, the Crown Prince could only ever be just that.

If he desired to advance any further, this was the only way.

"This prince has nothing to say." The Crown Prince dropped his act, wiped the snot and tears from his face, and looked calm. He knew he couldn’t escape, for even those great families had no strength to resist the Spirit Emperor, let alone himself.

He was still alive only because he was the Crown Prince, the Spirit Emperor’s legitimate eldest son.

"That’s good, I will appoint your legitimate eldest son, my grandson, as the new Crown Prince," the Spirit Emperor implied that only one Crown Prince had to die, and his entire family would still enjoy their original treats.

"Thank you, Emperor Father, your son takes his leave." As he spoke, the Crown Prince’s figure dispersed in the Netherworld Wind.

All was calm as the dominion of his authority remained unshaken by anyone.

"Summon the guards, announce that Refining Spirit Sect Masters must be strictly supervised, those who violate the law shall be executed," the Spirit Emperor finally spoke, choosing to assert iron-fisted control to curtail the rampant growth of the Refining Spirit Sect Masters.

"Bring the Commander of the Black Guard to me. Such a minor task he couldn’t handle; if he fails this time as well, I’ll flay him."

The Spirit Emperor was aware that everyone was watching to see who would emerge victorious, including the Commander of the Black Guard.

Now that he had won, did they expect everything to go back to how it was? He scoffed at the thought. Since he was contemplating an iron-fisted approach, not only the Refining Spirit Sect would be targeted, but the entire Great Spirit Dynasty’s familial and royal system as well.

He was going to use this opportunity to restructure the realm.