High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 228 - 140: Quasi-Saint Seedling (Double-Length)
Yang Kingdom, Rui’an State, Imperial City.
Inside the study.
"Bang!"
A heavy and exquisite inkstone was grabbed by the person behind the desk and thrown out fiercely, hitting the eunuch serving nearby on the head.
The inkstone brutally cracked open the eunuch’s head, creating a terrifying blood hole.
The eunuch groaned and fell directly in response, immediately losing breath.
Blood flowed, spreading past the edge of the shattered inkstone.
The crowd kneeling below did not dare to breathe heavily, nor dare to glance at the unfortunate eunuch, all trembling and bowing down on the ground.
Standing at the forefront of the study was naturally the current Emperor of Yang Kingdom—Wenxian.
Though his name suggested celestial grace, Wenxian’s appearance was entirely different, lacking any ethereal aura but instead was a large and bloated fat man.
He wore a custom-made bright yellow imperial robe, making his figure behind the desk akin to a mountain, layers of fat squeezing numerous folds into the robe.
And horrifyingly, with the increase of age, his skin was evidently old and withered, covered with many age spots, enveloping young elastic flesh like a deformed water pouch or a shriveled blister, creating an eerie discomfort.
Only his sinister eyes, constantly gleaming, akin to a vulture eyeing its prey, instilled fear in everyone’s hearts.
Despite being a man nearly seventy years old, appearing to have entered autumn years, his physical condition was far superior to that of ordinary people.
This owed to the nourishment from countless natural treasures and elixirs, spiritual Qi sustenance, and the cultivation techniques offered by royal family cultivators for his well-being.
Although Wenxian’s aptitude was exceptionally ordinary, he forcefully ascended to the Innate Realm.
If things went smoothly, with the support of "national destiny," Wenxian could live at least two to three hundred years.
Although this lifespan was insignificant compared to cultivators, it seemed long enough for ordinary people.
Three hundred years, in a mortal kingdom without cultivator interference, represented the fall of a dynasty, the succession of dozens of emperors.
Yet Wenxian could monopolize the throne of supreme power for three hundred years alone.
If... he had not heard the news today.
"Who let him into Rui’an State!"
Wenxian’s sinister eyes emitted angry light, like a snake flicking its tongue, his expression dark as he shouted, "Who allowed him into the Grand Ancestral Temple! Why didn’t anyone stop him! Huh?!"
"The troops stationed at Rui’an State borders, inside and outside the Grand Ancestral Temple with three thousand armored soldiers, could they all be just for show?! Could not even stop Wen Chi who came alone!"
After some silence, one person finally raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, please calm down, your health is vital..."
"Bang!"
This time, what was thrown over was a paperweight, comparable in weight to that inkstone.
The person, struck with head bleeding, directly fainted.
Wenxian cursed angrily: "I summoned you to answer my questions, not to care for my health! Answer my questions! Stop beating around the bush!"
The one struck was a military general, his cultivation reached the Sea Breaking Realm.
Logically, with Wenxian’s strength, even exerting fully, would not break his skin.
Yet now struck, he straightforwardly fainted, bloodied all over...
The others were stunned, then muttered in resentment, thinking why didn’t they play dead too?
Seeing the rest silent and unresponsive, Wenxian took a deep breath, calming a bit, and said, "If no one answers, I will regard you all as useless, and have you dragged out and executed!"
Finally, a civil servant timidly spoke up.
"Your Majesty... the stationed troops in Rui’an State, inside and outside the Grand Ancestral Temple, all..."
He swallowed his saliva and whispered, "are troops led out by King Jingnan."
"..."
Wenxian paused for a while, then slowly said, "Say that again?"
"They are troops led out by King Jingnan."
Wenxian suddenly slammed the table, fiercely shouted: "Kill him for me!"
"Slash!"
Almost soundlessly, a wound appeared on the neck of that civil servant, slowly enlarging.
When his pupils contracted and instinctively tried to cover his throat, his raised hands only managed to catch his own head.
Thus kneeling, holding his own head, he died on the spot.
Blood splattered, showering those around, yet nobody dared speak.
Wenxian frantically pounded the table, repeatedly emphasizing: "My troops! They are my troops! Mine! Mine! Mine!!!"
"Presumptuous! Brazen act of treason!"
Wenxian’s fat body paced back and forth behind the desk: "I had already revoked Wen Chi’s military power, the Tiger Talisman is with me, how dare they let him in?! Rebellion! Truly rebellion!"
His voice was of extreme anger.
But amidst the anger, it carried an irrepressible trembling.
"Your Majesty, they indeed plan to rebel."
The severed head held in hands below suddenly spoke: "King Jingnan has left the Grand Ancestral Temple... as soon as he exited, he faced his former soldiers—he only said two words."
Wenxian stared at the head, and asked: "Which two words?"
The head said: "He said, line up."
"Immediately the three thousand armored soldiers neatly arranged themselves in formation, regrouping in an orderly manner, and followed King Jingnan towards Zangfeng State."
"Marching all the way to the border of Rui’an State and the city gate, enveloping thousands of retirees and idlers, the stationed troops witnessing this opened the city gates on their own to let them pass."
"Those who blocked, asked King Jingnan why he was going. King Jingnan answered, for the eternal peace of the country, for the everlasting stability, and they voluntarily retreated, not obstructing further."
