My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty-Chapter 467: Rightful Sky Ruler

A disciple from the Cloud Clan unleashed another powerful move, gathering a storm so fierce that it directly sent Xiao Yan flying, leaving him defenseless.

"A perfect opportunity!"

The Cloud Clan disciple’s eyes lit up as he swiftly struck with a sharp wind blade. Under normal circumstances, this attack wouldn’t be much, but with Xiao Yan unable to defend, being hit by the wind blade would certainly result in severe injuries.

The Cloud Clan disciple couldn’t help but admire Xiao Yan for holding out this long, finally exposing such a critical flaw. Since mastering the Cloud Clan’s ultimate technique, Hurt of Wind, this was the first time he had been engaged in such a prolonged battle with a fellow cultivator of the same level.

"It’s finally over."

"This match has been spectacular. That Lanyan Royal School disciple, Xiao Yan, was said to be undefeated until now. Losing today to the Cloud Clan’s strongest disciple isn’t due to a lack of skill, but rather bad luck, meeting a stronger opponent."

"The Lanyan Royal School has finally lost a match. If they kept winning, the Immortal Realm’s seven great Houses would probably start getting uneasy. To be outshone by a small Earthly Realm force—just imagining it is embarrassing."

As the situation evolved, the spectators seemed convinced they were witnessing Xiao Yan’s defeat. However, the disciples of the Lanyan Royal School remained unfazed, their expressions unchanged.

Not only had they already heard Mo Li’s analysis, but they also believed Xiao Yan would not lose so easily. Before the Great Competition of All Clans began, Dean Gu Lan had secretly given each of them a personalized emperor-tier weapon.

Every one of them kept their emperor-tier weapon hidden deep, using it as a last resort. Even among their peers, few knew the exact capabilities of each other’s weapons. Since Xiao Yan hadn’t yet used his emperor-tier weapon, there was no way he would lose.

Bang!

Sure enough, just as the wind blade was about to strike Xiao Yan, a scholarly middle-aged man appeared in front of him, blocking the fatal blow.

"The Sage of Spring and Autumn Annals, Zhuang Zhou!"

Xiao Yan looked at the second historical figure he had summoned, his eyes filled with joy. His divine ability would only reach its full potential in the Imperial Realm. For now, he could summon up to three historical figures simultaneously, but more than that would be too draining.

Moreover, since he hadn’t fully mastered the power of his divine ability, the strength of the figures he summoned varied. Like earlier in the Tower of Fire, when he summoned Grandpa Yu, who was truly powerful, capable of moving mountains and filling seas.

This time, facing the Cloud Clan, the first historical figure he summoned was relatively weak, which put him at a disadvantage. To conserve energy, he had spent a long time probing his opponent’s strength, realizing that a single historical figure wouldn’t be enough to win, so he decided to summon a second one.

Allowing himself to be swept into the air and exposed was a deliberate move. The emperor-tier weapon Dean Gu Lan had given him was designed to enhance his soul, perfectly countering the Cloud Clan’s Hurt of Wind, which was why he had been able to sustain the fight for so long.

The Cloud Clan disciple also had vulnerabilities when attacking, and this was the opportunity Xiao Yan had been waiting for.

At this moment, the Zhuang Zhou he had summoned was no longer a poor scholar just starting out but a scholarly middle-aged man of considerable strength. Seeing Zhuang Zhou’s appearance, Xiao Yan knew this time he had a winning hand.

"Dream of the Butterfly!"

Zhuang Zhou held a scroll and smiled slightly at the Cloud Clan disciple.

In an instant, Zhuang Zhou and Xiao Yan’s figures transformed into countless blue butterflies, disappearing entirely.

The Cloud Clan disciple felt a surge of unease and immediately unleashed the power of the storm, targeting the butterflies. But no matter how he attacked, the butterflies continued to swarm toward him, unaffected by his efforts.

"Is this an illusion?"

The Cloud Clan disciple’s eyes flashed with astonishment as he watched the butterflies remain unharmed.

Just then, Xiao Yan’s voice came from behind him.

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"It’s not an illusion; it’s a dream!"

"Zhuang Zhou’s Dream of the Butterfly is both illusion and reality. The moment you focused on the surface, you had already lost."

Upon hearing this, the Cloud Clan disciple felt a sense of imminent danger. He quickly gathered the storm’s power around him, forming a protective armor.

However, he was still a step too late. Xiao Yan’s attack had already arrived.

Without using any weapons until now, Xiao Yan now held a green ruler in his hand.

He wielded the ruler like a blade, gently striking down at the Cloud Clan disciple.

The storm armor, capable of withstanding a blow from an Imperial Realm expert, was effortlessly shattered.

In the end, the ruler stopped just short of the Cloud Clan disciple’s forehead.

"I’ve lost."

"Losing to such a divine ability, I can’t say I was wronged."

The Cloud Clan disciple glanced at the scholarly middle-aged man beside Xiao Yan, then at the green ruler in his hand. He asked, "I’ve never seen an emperor-tier weapon that can resist the Hurt of Wind. May I ask its name?"

"Rightful Sky Ruler. It’s a name given by our dean."

"When we first entered the Lanyan Royal School, the dean told all the Confucian disciples one thing: As Confucian cultivators, our hearts must hold a ruler, with which to measure righteousness and fairness."

"This is the origin of the Rightful Sky Ruler’s name."

Xiao Yan retracted the Rightful Sky Ruler, his words filled with pride as he recounted Dean Gu Lan’s teachings.

The Cloud Clan disciple nodded upon hearing this.

"Your dean has a heart for the world. No wonder even the Goddess sees him as different from others."

"Thank you for showing mercy. I lost this battle willingly. I hope we can spar again in the future."

With that, the Cloud Clan disciple leaped off the platform.

"Lanyan Royal School, Xiao Yan wins!"

The Great Competition of All Clans referee announced the result.

The spectators finally snapped back to reality.

"The Cloud Clan lost too?"

"That guy was the strongest disciple the Cloud Clan brought to this competition. Even he lost. Is Xiao Yan, who’s only at the late Saint Stage, really that powerful?"

"It’s that emperor-tier weapon. It can completely ignore the effects of Hurt of Wind and easily break through the Cloud Clan’s storm armor. It’s no ordinary emperor-tier weapon. It’s probably one of the best out there."

"How can a mere Earthly Realm power like Lanyan Royal School have disciples with emperor-tier weapons? The Realm Ruler of Lanyan Royal School must be incredibly generous, gifting emperor-tier weapons like that—how extravagant!"

Various forces buzzed with discussion. The disciples, especially, looked at the Rightful Sky Ruler in Xiao Yan’s hand with envy.

Even the strongest among them had only been granted peak Saint Stage treasures by their sects. Most had never even seen a Heaven Treasure, let alone an emperor-tier weapon, something even Imperial Realm experts might not possess.

At that moment, even the Immortal Realm’s native forces were filled with jealousy and envy toward the treatment of Lanyan Royal School’s disciples.

The elders accompanying the Immortal Realm’s seven great Houses also furrowed their brows.

"That emperor-tier weapon in the boy’s hand seems to be of Demon Clan origin, yet it’s calm and balanced, without the usual malice and side effects typical of Demon Clan emperor-tier weapons. Its crafting method is quite extraordinary."

A Fire Clan elder, skilled in artifact crafting, couldn’t help but remark.