Chapter 200 The Great Qian Dynasty!
The Great Qian Dynasty's imperial capital, Tianjing, is a city with a long history and magnificent aura!
Located in the heart of the Central Plains, it has stood proudly for thousands of years through the many changes of the ages!
Usually, the city is bustling with activity, with crowds like weaving fabric and a constant stream of carriages and horses, presenting a scene of prosperity. As the center of power, it attracts many cultivators who flock here, viewing it as the sacred land of their dreams!
But today was different. A heavy, oppressive feeling suddenly descended upon the city, like a thousand-pound weight pressing down, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
The originally clear, cloudless sky had also unknowingly turned into a scene of dense haze and gloom.
Looking closely, one would realize it wasn't due to dark clouds, but because a colossal object had appeared in the sky—a massive black warship that blotted out the sun!
Like a prehistoric beast from ancient times, the ship hovered quietly directly above the imperial palace, its massive hull and majestic aura striking fear into people's souls.
On the warship's hull, a blood-red, eye-catching Asura pattern was vividly painted, gleaming and appearing even more hideous and terrifying under the sunlight, as if an endless aura of slaughter was gushing out, ready to devour heaven and earth!
"What... what is that?"
On the streets of the imperial capital, countless commoners and cultivators were terrified, looking up at the sky with faces full of disbelief.
Their eyes were wide and their mouths were agape, as if they could fit an egg inside.
Because what they saw was truly shocking—a massive flying magic treasure that blotted out the sun was slowly flying in from afar!
This flying magic treasure was pitch-black as ink, like a giant beast from the depths of hell, emitting a heart-palpitating, terrifying aura.
Just a tiny bit of pressure it released caused many low-level cultivators' legs to go weak, and they involuntarily knelt on the ground, unable to stand.
Just then, a sharp, piercing scream came from the crowd: "Asura! That's the symbol of the Asura Hall!"
Everyone looked in that direction and saw a hideous pattern emblazoned on the mysterious flying magic treasure—it was indeed the legendary insignia of the Asura Hall!
For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar, the fear on their faces intensifying. Some even collapsed to the ground, scrambling to flee the scene.
"Heavens! That god of slaughter who once wiped out the entire Chu family has actually come!"
"Run! The Asura Hall is definitely here to start a massacre again. We're all dead!"
Fear spread through the crowd like a sudden plague. In the blink of an eye, the once-bustling imperial capital became chaotic, with people fleeing in all directions, their cries and screams echoing continuously.
...
Deep within the imperial palace, inside the magnificent and majestic Golden Throne Hall, the Emperor of Great Qian, Emperor of Great Qian, sat on the Dragon Throne that symbolized supreme power and majesty, his sharp, deep eyes quietly gazing at the ministers reporting matters below.
Recently, news of the Asura Hall widely recruiting disciples had spread far and wide, successfully attracting high-level attention from the imperial family.
However, what Emperor of Great Qian had not expected was that this rumored god of slaughter would so unscrupulously take the initiative to come to the palace gates!
"Rumble—!!!" Accompanied by a world-shaking boom, the entire Golden Throne Hall began to tremble violently, swaying as if struck by a terrifying earthquake.
At the same time, the exquisite and magnificent glazed tiles embedded in the hall's ceiling fell one after another, the sound of their shattering echoing endlessly in the chaotic scene.
This sudden change turned the faces of the civil and military officials as pale as paper, leaving them dumbfounded and frozen like wooden chickens.
"What is going on?!" Seeing that things were wrong, Emperor of Great Qian stood up abruptly, his body emitting a peerlessly powerful aura.
As a peerless master of the profound Martial Venerable level, he sensed the hair-raising, terrifying pressure spreading from above almost instantly.
Just feeling the existence of this power caused even the heart of the sovereign Emperor of Great Qian to surge with waves of intense trepidation.
"Report—!!!" A shrill cry echoed through the hall, as if it would burst through the roof.
Immediately after, an Imperial Guard Commander rushed in like a whirlwind, his steps stumbling and unstable, as if he would fall at any moment.
Not only that, his face was full of terror, and his body trembled uncontrollably; even his helmet had fallen off at some point.
"Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!" Upon seeing Emperor of Great Qian on the throne, the commander immediately knelt and cried out hoarsely, his voice filled with despair and fear.
"W-what is it that has made you so flustered?"
Emperor of Great Qian forced himself to remain calm, but a layer of fine sweat still broke out on his forehead.
After all, this Imperial Guard Commander was known for being steady and capable; for him to be in such a pathetic state, whatever happened must be extraordinary.
"A... a massive black warship has appeared in the sky!" the commander said, pointing toward the sky.
However, the sky was already occupied by that mysterious warship, and nothing else could be seen.
"And it's just hovering quietly directly above our imperial palace!" the commander continued, his eyes full of shock.
"Looking at the flag... it's actually people from the Asura Hall!!" At the mention of "Asura Hall," Emperor of Great Qian's face instantly turned pale, and the imperial seal he held tightly almost slipped from his hand.
“The Spiritual Power Cannons on it are all charged! They could fire at any moment!”
“Damn it!”
Emperor of Great Qian could no longer sit still.
With a flash of his body, he rushed straight out of the hall.
Following closely behind were several ancestors of the imperial family and several of the strongest Martial Venerable enshrined experts in the court.
When they flew into the air and saw the true form of that warship,
everyone gasped.
It was too big.
It was too strong.
This wasn't just a warship; it was simply a mobile war fortress.
Especially that black-clad figure standing at the bow.
Though he made no move, the aura he emitted was as unfathomable as an abyss.
It was Ye Haocheng.
Behind him stood two ghostly figures, one black and one white—the world-famous Black and White Impermanence.
There was also a youth carrying a dark red longsword.
It was Lin Fan.
“That... that's Ye Haocheng!”
An imperial ancestor's voice trembled.
Having lived for hundreds of years, it was his first time seeing such a young yet terrifying existence.
“Is that the aura of the Martial God Realm?”
“No, it's even more terrifying than an ordinary Martial God!”
These experts, who were usually high and mighty, were now like mice meeting a cat in front of Ye Haocheng.
They were shivering.
“Your Majesty, what should we do?”
An enshrined expert asked in a low voice.
His forehead was covered in cold sweat.
“What else can we do? Go up and ask!”
Emperor of Great Qian gritted his teeth.
He straightened his dragon robes.
He steeled himself and flew up.
Although he was scared to death, he was, after all, the sovereign of a nation and couldn't lose face at his own doorstep.
“Emperor of Great Qian, Emperor of Great Qian, greets Palace Master Ye!”
Emperor of Great Qian stopped a hundred zhang away from the warship.
He cupped his hands and performed a standard junior's salute.
His tone was extremely respectful.
He had none of the air of an emperor.
“I did not know Palace Master Ye was visiting; please forgive me for failing to welcome you properly.”
“May I ask what brings the Palace Master here today?”
“If there is anything my Great Qian Dynasty can do for you, please do not hesitate to speak.”
“As long as I can do it, I will not refuse!”
These words could be described as extremely humble.
There was no other choice.
The situation was stronger than the person.
Even a colossus like the Chu family, which had a Martial Saint backing it, had been wiped out.
What was his Great Qian Dynasty in comparison?
As long as he could send away this god of plague, he would do anything.
However,
Ye Haocheng ignored him.
He didn't even spare him a glance.
He just stood quietly at the bow with his hands behind his back.
That dismissive attitude made Emperor of Great Qian feel a surge of humiliation.
But he didn't dare to show it.
He could only awkwardly maintain his saluting posture.
Just when the atmosphere became extremely oppressive,
Ye Haocheng finally moved.
He slightly turned his head.
He glanced at Lin Fan behind him.
A flicker of encouragement flashed in his eyes.
“Go on.”
“Tell them”
“what we are here for.”
Lin Fan took a deep breath.
He stepped out from behind Ye Haocheng.
He walked step by step to the bow.
He looked down on Emperor of Great Qian and the others from a height.
When he saw the middle-aged man in the dragon robes,
the hatred in Lin Fan's eyes instantly exploded.
His killing intent was almost tangible, making the surrounding air turn bone-chillingly cold.
“Emperor of Great Qian!”
“Do you still recognize me?!”
This roar
contained sky-high hatred
and echoed over the Great Qian Imperial Palace.
Emperor of Great Qian was stunned for a moment.
He looked up at the youth,
somewhat confused.
The youth looked very unfamiliar and was only at the Martial Evolution Realm.
How did he dare to call him by his name?
“Who are you?”
Emperor of Great Qian asked with a frown.
“I have never seen you before.”
“Never seen me?”
Lin Fan smiled bitterly.
The laughter was full of irony and sorrow.
“Indeed, you are high and mighty, busy with a myriad of affairs.”
“How could you remember a fish that escaped the net?”
As he spoke,
Lin Fan suddenly drew the heaven-burning sword from his back.
He pointed the sword at Emperor of Great Qian.
“Then let me remind you!”
“Three years ago!”
“Zhennan Princes Mansion!”
“Zhao Xiaotian!”
Hearing those names,
Emperor of Great Qian's face instantly changed.
It turned as pale as paper.
Not just him,
the imperial ancestors and enshrined experts behind him also shuddered,
showing expressions of disbelief.
The massacre of the Zhennan Princes Mansion was undoubtedly a deep scar in the history of the Great Qian Dynasty, a secret regarded as a forbidden zone that no one dared to touch easily.
Although the official statement claimed the incident was due to the Prince of Zhennan's rebellion, those in high positions knew the truth—rebellion was just an excuse; what truly drove the Emperor to kill was the suspicion caused by the Prince of Zhennan's overwhelming merit and influence.
And the one who issued that fatal secret order was the current Emperor, Emperor of Great Qian himself!
His move was intended to eliminate dissent and solidify his supreme power.
Recalling that tragic massacre, the methods were so cruel they were hair-raising.
Over three hundred lives vanished in a pool of blood in an instant, with not a single person escaping. How could there be a survivor of such a bloody and brutal event?
However, fate seemed full of drama and irony; this orphan, who should have died long ago, not only miraculously survived but also unexpectedly joined the notorious Asura Hall and became the prized disciple of its Hall Master, Ye Haocheng!
At this moment, facing the young man who had suddenly appeared, the enshrined expert who had personally participated in that encirclement operation was dumbfounded, his face filled with shock.
He trembled all over, and his outstretched finger involuntarily pointed at Lin Fan, his voice so raspy it was almost inaudible: "You... could you be that young heir of the Zhao family from back then?!"
“Exactly!”
“I am that Zhao Linfan whom you forced to crawl out of the pile of corpses like a dog!”
Lin Fan's eyes were bloodshot.
He spoke through gritted teeth.
“Heaven has eyes!”
“It let me survive!”
“And let me meet my Master!”
“Today!”
“I will use your blood”
“to offer as a sacrifice to the three hundred wronged souls of my Zhao family!!”
Boom—!!!
As Lin Fan's words fell,
a terrifying killing intent erupted from the warship.
It was the battle intent of three thousand Asura Guards released simultaneously.
It locked onto Emperor of Great Qian and the others.
As long as Ye Haocheng gave the order,
this Great Qian Imperial Palace would instantly turn into ruins.
Emperor of Great Qian was completely panicked.
He never dreamed
that a single oversight in pulling up the roots
would bring such a catastrophic disaster.
If he had known this kid could climb onto the big tree that was the Asura Hall,
even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he would have found Lin Fan and killed him!
Unfortunately,
there is no medicine for regret in this world.
“Misunderstanding! This is all a misunderstanding!!”
Emperor of Great Qian was so anxious he was sweating profusely.
He quickly waved his hands to explain.
“Lin Fan... no, Nephew Zhao!”
“There were hidden circumstances behind the events of that year!”
“I was also deceived by treacherous people into issuing that decree!”
“In fact, I have always highly valued the Prince of Zhennan!”
“I regretted it afterward and have been sending people to find your whereabouts, wanting to compensate you!”
To save his life,
Emperor of Great Qian threw away all dignity.
He began frantically shifting the blame,
pushing all responsibility onto so-called “treacherous officials.”
“Compensate?”
Lin Fan sneered.
“How are you going to compensate?”
“Can my parents come back to life?”
“Can the three hundred people of my Zhao family come back to life?”
“As long as you are willing to stop, Nephew!”
Emperor of Great Qian spoke urgently, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.
“I am willing to title you as the Co-equal King! Your status will be equal to mine!”
“I will also open the imperial treasury and let you choose any treasures!”
“I can even marry my most beloved princess to you!”
“As long as you can quell your anger, I will agree to any condition!”
He then turned to look at the silent Ye Haocheng
and said with a forced smile.
“Palace Master Ye, you see, this is also a family matter of our Great Qian.”
“Since Nephew Zhao is your beloved disciple,”
“we are willing to show the greatest sincerity to resolve this grudge.”
“These are five top-grade spiritual veins, ten billion spirit stones, and thousand-year spiritual herbs from the imperial collection.”
“Consider them all an apology to Nephew Zhao.”
“I only ask Palace Master Ye to be merciful and spare my Great Qian imperial line.”
After finishing,
Emperor of Great Qian bowed deeply once more.
His posture was humble to the point of being in the dust.
In his view,
there was nothing that interests couldn't solve.
Although the Asura Hall was strong, they still needed resources.
So many resources were enough to tempt any sect.
And it was just one prince who died.
There was no need to truly fight a dynasty to the death for a dead man, right?
That wouldn't benefit anyone.