Yanluo City!
Yu Haoran shook his head in disappointment when he saw that Thaling was still unwilling to explain the true reason behind the creation of the ancient eighteen levels of Hell.
However, he kept his promise and did not continue to ask. Instead, he sped up and followed after him.
However, when he was less than fifty meters away from the Black Tower, he unexpectedly saw the corpse of Cui Zhihao lying at the bottom of the Black Tower. He had once used the power of the Law of Reincarnation to send him to the eighteen levels of Hell.
"Thaling, wait a moment."
After reminding Thaling who was already standing at the top of the Black Tower, Yu Haoran directly landed beside Cui Zhihao's corpse. His attention was immediately attracted by a trace of black gas at the wound where Cui Zhihao had lost his heart.
"Spirit Devouring Soul!"
Yu Haoran immediately recognized the origin of the black gas from the familiar aura fluctuation.
He immediately took out a pill bottle from his storage ring and used a special method to extract the Spirit Devouring Soul poison from Cui Zhihao's corpse. When Yu Haoran was about to turn and leave, he suddenly noticed an extremely rare memory crystal under his palm.
He bent down and picked up the sparkling and translucent memory crystal. After infusing it with Yuan Li, a clear image immediately appeared in the memory crystal.
After seeing the contents of the image, he could not help but reveal a trace of a smile on his face.
Withdrawing the Yuan Li that he had infused into the memory crystal, he then placed the memory crystal beside Xiao Jiufa's head. Yu Haoran soared into the air and landed on the top of the Black Tower.
"Thaling, do it!" After seeing that Thaling had removed the blood-colored altar used to set up the blood sacrifice ritual, Yu Haoran solemnly reminded him.
Nodding, Thaling returned to the space in his sea of consciousness. Then, using his powerful consciousness, he collected all the soil of the Black Tower's foundation into the Víctor.
…!
Xianyang City, inside the Hall of Rites!
Nearly five hours had passed since Yu Haoran left the Hall of Rites. Xiao Zhongyuan, who had been frowning all this time, had already regained his original arrogant demeanor. From time to time, a hint of provocation flashed through his eyes as he looked at Emperor Qin.
The faces of the Confucians standing behind him became rosy again, and they began to loudly discuss when and where to kill Yu Haoran, as well as Yu Haoran's relatives who were related to him by blood.
As for Meng Zhengkai, Prince Yi Feng, and the others, their eyes were filled with worry. From time to time, they would raise their heads to look at Emperor Qin, who was sitting on the dragon throne.
Fortunately, Emperor Qin didn't reveal any worry on his face because Yu Haoran hadn't returned for a long time. This allowed Meng Zhengkai, Prince Yi Feng, and the others to endure the discussion of the Confucians.
After nearly half an hour, when Xiao Zhongyuan felt that it was impossible for Yu Haoran to return alive, he raised his head to look at Emperor Qin, who was sitting on the dragon throne. When he was about to open his mouth to say something, he suddenly heard an apologetic voice.
"I'm really sorry. Something happened at the last minute and delayed me a little, causing me to come back a little late."
After hearing the familiar apologetic voice, Xiao Zhongyuan and the other Confucians' faces instantly turned pale. Meng Zhengkai and Prince Yi Feng's eyes immediately surged with surprise.
Emperor Qin, who seemed to be calm, directly stood up and looked at the entrance of the hall with excitement.
With a faint smile on his face, Yu Haoran leisurely walked into the hall.
"Prince Consort, how is it?" The impatient Meng Zhengkai immediately asked.
After glancing at the pale Xiao Zhongyuan and the other Confucians, Yu Haoran took out Xiao Jiufa's head from his storage ring and threw it to Meng Zhengkai.
"Your Majesty, this is indeed Xiao Jiufa's head!" After receiving the head thrown by Yu Haoran, Meng Zhengkai carefully looked at it three times. Then, he confirmed it with Emperor Qin with a face full of surprise.
After receiving Meng Zhengkai's confirmation, Emperor Qin felt a sense of relief. He felt that his state of mind, origin energy, soul, and power of law were about to be sublimated.
However, due to the limitations of his physical body, he was unable to successfully complete the sublimation process.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. Congratulations, Your Majesty. You are about to advance to Martial Honor and become the first peerless Emperor in the Tianxuan Continent."
As someone who had successfully broken through to Martial Honor in terms of state of mind, body, origin energy, and soul, Yu Haoran understood the change in Emperor Qin's aura very well. He knew that it was a sign that he was about to break through to Martial Honor. While he was sincerely happy for him, he also hurried forward to congratulate him.
"God bless our great Emperor Qin Kingdom!"
After hearing Yu Haoran's congratulations, Meng Zhengkai and the others did not react for a moment. However, the loyal Steward Jiang immediately shouted loudly.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty. You are about to become an Emperor. You will forever protect the foundation of our great Emperor Qin Kingdom. Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"
After hearing Steward Jiang's shout and congratulations, Meng Zhengkai and the others immediately reacted. As they kneeled and congratulated him, they could not help but feel a sense of bitterness in their hearts.
After all, their cultivation and strength were not much different from each other. They could form a balance between each other.
However, as Emperor Qin was about to become a peerless Martial Honor, the structure of the great Emperor Qin Kingdom's interests would probably change dramatically.
"Haha …!"
After hearing Yu Haoran's congratulations, Emperor Qin finally understood what had happened to him just now. He could not help but laugh happily.
After laughing for nearly 30 seconds, he stopped laughing and motioned to the people kneeling at the scene.
"My beloved subjects, please rise!"
After Meng Zhengkai and the others stood up with complicated expressions, Emperor Qin, who had returned to the dragon throne, looked at Xiao Zhongyuan with a gloomy face. Looking at the pale-faced scholars, he asked in a frosty voice.
"Xiao Zhongyuan, do you know your crime?"
Emperor Qin's question woke up Xiao Zhongyuan, who had completely fallen into panic.
Then, he suddenly turned around and asked with a ferocious expression.
"How dare you, Yu Haoran, do you know who Xiao Jiufa is?"
"Isn't he your father, the greatest reliance in your life?" Yu Haoran shrugged and said with disdain and mockery in his eyes.
"Yu Haoran, Xiao Jiufa is not only my father, but also the patron saint of the great Emperor Qin Kingdom. He is the strongest means to deter those who covet the great Emperor Qin Kingdom's foundation for thousands of years."
Ignoring Yu Haoran's mockery, Xiao Jiufa suddenly took a step forward and shouted.
"Now, you used despicable means to kill my father and make the great Emperor Qin Kingdom lose the patron saint who will protect the foundation for thousands of years."
"Yu Haoran, you deserve to die!"
"Haha …!"
Hearing that Xiao Zhongyuan regarded Xiao Jiuxuan as the patron saint of the great Emperor Qin Kingdom, Yu Haoran laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Yu Haoran, shut up!"
Yu Haoran's laughter made Xiao Zhongyuan feel as if he had been greatly humiliated. He could not help but shout angrily.
"Puff!"
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