The Prince Can Do Divination-Chapter 175 - 146: The Military Saint Arrives in Person, the Might of a Saint, Chaos in the Capital City
"How dare you still call me father-in-law."
The Military Saint sighed, a look of disappointment in his eyes.
Lu Yunqing looked guilty, clenched his fists, and knelt. "I failed to protect Ning’Er. It’s all my fault!"
"If I hadn’t prepared a contingency, I fear Ning’Er truly would never have entered into Reincarnation."
Hearing this, Lu Yunqing’s head snapped up, a look of joyful surprise appearing in his eyes.
Ning Tomb did not answer him. Instead, he looked toward the small, white-haired old man, Master Xun.
It wasn’t just him. The Cabinet Minister, Yuan Xuangang, Princess Jinwu, and the white-robed Monk Jiang Shan all turned to look at this Great Zhou National Preceptor, who had hidden in the Mortal World, lying dormant for a full sixty years.
Chief Minister Yuan Xuangang’s eyes narrowed. "I have long heard that the nation of Nan Zhou exists in name only, its Sovereign a mere Puppet and its Court a decoration. This must be your handiwork." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"Xun Yu, first disciple of the Sub-Saint."
Xun Yu smiled in response. "The people are content and live in peace, the ministers all perform their duties, and the government is uncorrupted. All power rests in the hands of one man. What is wrong with that?"
"In contrast, look at Great Yan: warmongering, wracked by internal strife, and the Ninth Son causing unrest. Is such an outcome truly better?"
The white-robed Monk Jiang Shan placed his palms together and spoke calmly to Xun Yu. "So it is National Preceptor Xun. This humble Monk was wondering why your scholarship was so profound, every sentence concise and philosophical. To debate the Dao with the National Preceptor is truly no simple matter."
"However, that statement is wrong. The bond between a sovereign and his subject does not end in the face of disaster."
Xun Yu gave a confident smile. "Of course I can, because I am Xun Yu."
"Zen Master Jiang, your Scripture Technique is indeed exquisite. It just lacks a certain spirit."
Luo Ying, playing the part of Princess Jinwu, broke out in a cold sweat when she saw Xun Yu. She had never imagined this ’Master Xun’ was right here in the Imperial Palace, cooperating with their plan all along.
Thinking back on the many oddities of the grand banquet, she realized someone had been pulling the strings from behind the scenes.
But this time, acting in Prince Jin’s stead, would also be the last time.
’How could he possibly stand against the Military Saint?’
Xun Yu looked at the Military Saint, who clearly already knew what he had done. The man had already destroyed his main lair. Xun Yu shook his head and said, "Ning Tomb, you have caused such slaughter. Do you not fear heavenly retribution? Such bloody and cruel methods are hardly the actions of a Saint who majestically presides over the Confucian Temple."
A mocking smile appeared on Ning Tomb’s face, and he chuckled with cold amusement. "You think I can’t do anything to you just because you have so many avatars, is that it? I’m not that rigid stone statue, Li Sheng, who claims to be the heir to the Confucian Family’s Dao and does nothing but sit in front of a Chessboard all day, solving and un-solving its puzzles. You’re preaching morality and etiquette to me, a Sword Cultivator of the Military Family? Has your brain rusted through? Did a worm chew a hole in it?"
"Alright, enough nonsense. Now, die."
The Military Saint gripped the long sword in his hand.
Sword Qi surged and swelled, creating a terrifying spectacle as vast as a river or sea. Its aura shot toward the heavens.
Xun Yu knew this avatar was no match for him and showed no intention of resisting. He sighed with emotion. "Your killing intent is as heavy as ever. But what does killing me accomplish? Everything is still proceeding according to plan. Even if I die, the Chessboard remains."
"Although I anticipated this move of yours, a contingency is still just a contingency."
Ning Tomb sneered, "Don’t worry. No matter how many thousands of schemes you devise, your level and Realm will never surpass the Sub-Saint’s."
Xun Yu’s brows furrowed. That was the one thing he hated hearing most.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Tomb became a brilliant pillar of light, erupting from the Mortal World. A sliver of sword light pierced Xun Yu’s forehead before a single drop of blood could fall.
And so, Master Xun, whose fame had just begun to rise, collapsed before the gates of Changle Palace.
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