(The reason I updated late today was because of the men's basketball finals. I really couldn't help but finish reading, so I finished late. Also, at the end of the chapter, I narcissistically said four words, "I have confidence." Then, I immediately realized that I had gotten the name of the last volume wrong. Although I changed it later, the last volume was Chaotian Tianzi. Readers with good memories should remember that I mentioned it before.)
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After Fan Xian came to this world, he had begun to learn the Nameless Martial Secret his mother had supposedly left for him when he was still a baby. It was a thin book with yellow pages. The Martial Secret was divided into two volumes. Wu Zhu had once said to him that the first volume was Tyrannical. What about the second volume?
Only an irresponsible male nanny like Wu Zhu would so casually hold such a dangerous Martial Secret by an infant's side. Only a strange creature like Fan Xian would begin to practice before he even knew how to run.
Fan Xian took afternoon naps, and then another. 16 years of afternoon naps were 16 years of quiet cultivation. Because he was greedy for life and afraid of death, his willpower was astonishing. Even after he entered the capital, his cultivation still did not slack off. After 20 years of hard cultivation, he was as familiar with the first and second volumes of the Nameless Martial Secret as he could be. From the age of three, he had stopped reading books. They were all deeply imprinted in his mind.
When he was 12, Wu Zhu's staff hit him and he broke through the bottleneck of the Tyrannical Martial Secret. After many years of life and death fighting, the shattering of his Meridians in the alleys of Jingdou behind the Hanging Temple, the mutual meditation with Haitang on the trip to Jiangnan, and using the natural Heart of Tianyi Dao to heal his wounds, his control of the Tyrannical zhenqi had reached a near perfect realm.
Presently, he was one of the youngest ninth-level aces in the world. He knew that he was not a genius like Haitang and Thirteenth Wang. It was just that the Meridians in his body were different from others. Furthermore, he had put in time and energy that others could not. Heaven rewarded the diligent, and Fan Xian had won in the word diligent.
However, he still had no way of dealing with the second half of the Nameless Martial Secret because the zhenqi in the second half of the book, as well as the path of circulation, appeared very strange. Never mind normal people in the world, even a strange creature like him with thick Meridians had no way of dealing with it.
Yes, there was a mountain of treasures in front of him, but he couldn't even find the path up the mountain because the clear light on the mountain was attracting him. However, if he wanted to climb the mountain, he would be forced to dig out this mountain. Who could do that?
If the Tyrannical Zhenqi needed to be supported by a vast meridian, then the second half of the manual required even more terrifying. Every time Fan Xian made no progress in his cultivation, he would feel extremely disappointed. Occasionally, he would think that unless there were no meridians in the entire body, or to put it another way — a person's meridians were all connected and scattered among the organs and limbs, it would be impossible to cultivate the second half of the scroll.
For many years, Fan Xian had been troubled by this problem. He could not find any possibility of a breakthrough. Uncle Wu Zhu had never practiced zhenqi. When he was in Jiangnan, he had occasionally said a few vague words to Haitang, but Haitang only shook her head. This kind of zhenqi method required a person without Meridians. It was clearly a joke.
A person without Meridians was, without question, a dead person. Thus, during this year, Fan Xian gradually gave up on the idea of practicing the second half of the Nameless Martial Secret. If Wu Zhu had not told him many years ago that someone had successfully practiced this Martial Secret, Fan Xian would probably have thought that the second half of the Nameless Martial Secret was a terrifying joke used by previous sages to harm people.
Now, Fan Xian was outside Hanguang Palace's curtain. He clearly and with incomparable shock felt that kind of realm, a realm he had never reached or even seen before. It seeped out from behind the curtain and attacked his heart.
If the Tyrannical zhenqi was a mountain-splitting axe, then the aura in the curtain was like the lightning blade in the hands of a god. The aura was even more pure and exquisite. It was neutral and peaceful, upright and upright. It came out of the blue and spread between heaven and earth, immediately making one feel a sense of worship.
Fan Xian knew he could not be wrong. This kind of aura definitely came from the same source as the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body. It was just that the realm was a few levels higher. When a realm that he had searched up and down for over a dozen years and could not understand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, his entire body froze. He sank into some kind of imperceptible excitement.
Other than excitement, he even felt a glimmer of fear.
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The Emperor lifted the curtain and walked out. Glancing at everyone, he quietly said, "The empress dowager is tired. You all go wait outside the Palace."
No one knew what the Emperor wanted to say. They bowed to receive the edict. Only Fan Xian remained standing in a daze. With his head half lowered, he looked at the Emperor's dragon robe in a daze.
The corners of the Emperor's lips curled up slightly as he smiled. He knew that his son had sensed something. If it wasn't for the fact that this boy had been practicing the Tyrannical Martial Method since he was young, how could anyone else have such a deep understanding and such a strong shock?
Fan Xian's dazed appearance was actually mostly faked. He knew that in front of the Emperor, he could not completely hide the shock in his heart. He simply let down his defenses and naturally revealed the thoughts in his mind.
The Emperor was a Great Grandmaster. The Emperor had practiced the second half of the scroll. Fan Xian knew that the Emperor knew that he could know, so he had to show his shock and terror.
The Emperor looked at him and slowly said a moment later, "Go to the Eastern Palace and wait for me. If you have anything to say, say it later."
Fan Xian swallowed and smiled bitterly. After bowing, he left Hanguang Palace. The Palace returned to its silence. Other than the empress dowager, who was lying on the bed and unable to make a single sound, there was also the Emperor sitting quietly by the bed.
The Emperor sat silently by the empress dowager's side. He held her hand gently in his palm and lowered his head to think about the scene earlier. That child should know and have guessed it. The Emperor had not planned to continue hiding these things from Fan Xian. After all, after the battle at Dong Mountain, there was no need to continue hiding it. Other than Fan Xian, there shouldn't be anyone else who could sense the uniqueness of the martial secret the Emperor practiced.
Thinking of Fan Xian's shocked expression earlier, the Emperor's expression softened. He thought to himself that he had suffered all these years. He had to make it up to him. However, regarding this martial secret, even if he wanted to make it up to him, Fan Xian would not be able to accept it.
He glanced at the empress dowager again. The Emperor's expression was slightly dim. Just as Fan Xian had guessed, even a Great Grandmaster would not be able to sense the slightest change in the old woman's body. The secret medicine that Fei Jie had solemnly handed over indeed had its own wonders.
The Emperor sat by the bed thinking about something. After a long time, he suddenly opened his mouth and said in a gentle voice, "Mother, I still have many things I want to tell you and many glories I want to share with you …"
His hand gently held the empress dowager's hand. His body was not very tall and straight. On the contrary, it was slightly timid. Even the most heartless person in the world would probably feel some unease and sorrow as they watched their birth mother gradually leave this world.
Faint gauze fluttered in the early autumn Hanguang Palace. The Emperor's face grew paler and paler. His grip on the empress dowager's hand grew tighter and tighter. Large amounts of pure Kingly zhenqi poured endlessly into the empress dowager's body.
Perhaps it was the realm of a Great Grandmaster that could truly slow down the pace of death's arrival. Perhaps anyone would have a moment before death. The empress dowager's eyelids trembled slightly. Her eyeballs moved slightly. It was as if she was about to open her eyes and wake up. However, she still could not open them.
The Emperor knew that this was the last time his mother would hear a sound. His body felt a chill. Kneeling properly by the bed, he held his mother's old hand with both hands. Moving his lips close to the empress dowager's ear, he said, "Mother, I did not disappoint you. Ku He and Sigu Jian are both dead. This world will, in the end, belong to the Qing Kingdom …"
Like a child, the Emperor intimately and reluctantly recounted what had happened by the empress dowager's ear. He even told her his secret of being a Great Grandmaster. He was like a joyful child telling his mother that he had gotten full marks on today's test.
He knew his mother only had a very short amount of time. He wanted her to leave more happily.
At the end of his final farewell, the expression of the Emperor, who was always like a collapsing mountain in front of him, suddenly became heavy. It was as if he was thinking about some important question. After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind. By the empress dowager's ear, he said, "Mother, 20 years ago, I listened to you. 20 years later, I have decided to listen to myself. An Zhi is a good child."
No one knew if the empress dowager, whose life force was gradually extinguished and whose old body was as powerless as a piece of wood, heard these words or understood the shocking news contained in them. The empress dowager's body suddenly froze.
The Emperor furrowed his brows and turned his eyes to look at his mother's face.
The empress dowager suddenly opened her eyes.
She struggled to make a sound in her throat. Because of the loosening of her vocal cords, she could not make a sound. The last of the power of her life exploded out. It still could not allow her to break through the limit of her life. In the end, the energy in her body and the effects of the medicine only turned into endless hatred, regret, and dissatisfaction in her eyes.
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Fan Xian walked into the Eastern Palace and made preparations for the Emperor's arrival. He knew that the scene that was about to happen was, without question, a not uncommon scene of father and son killing each other in the thousand-year history of the land. His heart couldn't help but chill. It was not just because of Li Chengqian's fate these years. It was also because of the facts he had learned earlier in Hanguang Palace and the Emperor's last words.
"If you have anything to say, say it later."
A cold smile rose to the corners of his lips. The Emperor had mastered the Nameless Martial Secret before him. He was the most mysterious Great Grandmaster in the Palace. No wonder he had been able to return alive from Dong Mountain. No wonder he had not seen Eunuch Hong in the group returning to the capital.
It looked like Hong Sixiang had already completed his historical mission. The Emperor, with the dignity of an Emperor and the strength of a Great Grandmaster, had changed from the role of prey to the hunter on the summit of Dong Mountain. Adding on Ye Liuyun, it was no wonder Sigu Jian and Ku He had fallen to such a state.
He sighed. His mood was dim. Once again, he confirmed the Emperor's cold-blooded heartlessness. That year, his Meridians had shattered and he had almost lost his life. At the very least, he had lost all of his cultivation. The Emperor had once sent Eunuch Hong into the Fan manor to check on his injuries. Given his Great Grandmaster strength, how could he not know what had happened? Furthermore, he was also someone who practiced the Nameless Martial Secret.
If there was anyone in the world who could break the side effects of the Tyrannical Martial Secret, it could only be the Emperor. However, he had still not said anything. If it weren't for Haitang's help, he would probably be lying paralyzed in bed and unable to rise for the rest of his life. Thinking of this, Fan Xian's heart chilled again.
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"Father has returned to the Palace safely. It seems that your mood is not very good." The Crown Prince, Li Chengqian, sat behind a clean table with a warm smile on his face. He looked at Fan Xian and took a sip of the slightly cold tea. It was as if he was enjoying his last moments in the world.
Fan Xian forced a smile. He kept feeling that he had heard these words somewhere before. It was as if all of his enemies could guess it. His mood was not good.
"The Emperor will arrive in a moment." Fan Xian looked into Li Chengqian's eyes.
Li Chengqian did not shrink back in the slightest. Now that things had come to this, he no longer had any other thoughts. A few days of house arrest was enough for him to think clearly about many problems. In particular, the successive deaths of his mother and aunt made his mood as clear and clear as a cold pond.
"Everyone will die. Mother is dead. Aunt is dead. " Li Chengqian slowly put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Fan Xian. "Father will also die in the future. It is just a matter of order."
Fan Xian thought for a bit and quietly said, "The Second Prince is also dead."
Li Chengqian lowered his head. He had been imprisoned deep in the Palace and had no idea what had happened these few days. He immediately raised his head and said with a complicated expression, "I have fought with him for so many years. I didn't think that in the end, even in death, we would have to fight to be first and last."
"We die first and go first," Li Chengqian looked at Fan Xian and said. "Then, we will wait for you."
Fan Xian smiled self-mockingly. He knew that they each had their own pride. Warmly, he said, "Then, you have to fight for a good position for me."
Li Chengqian waved his hand confidently and said, "When one is alive, one can be as lively as one wants. Death is a lonely matter. Of course, one has to fight for one's own position."
Fan Xian was slightly startled. He thought of a phrase in his heart, "Live together, die alone." When he had seen this phrase in his previous life, he had always found it difficult to express the hidden meaning in Chinese. Recently, he had seen countless people die one after another and heard Li Chengqian's words. Only then did he understand that this phrase was just an overlay of countless realities.
Fan Xian's heart suddenly tightened. He didn't know that in Hanguang Palace, the empress dowager had opened her eyes. He unconsciously looked in that direction with slight fear. If the empress dowager had truly woken up, he would probably be in big trouble.
This fear came from the bottom of his heart. In the past, no matter who he faced, he had never been truly afraid. Now, he knew that the Emperor was a Great Grandmaster. One person stood at the pinnacle of the martial realm and worldly power. What difference was there between him and a god who had descended into the mortal world?
Immediately after, the ringing of the bells in the Royal Palace rang out and resonated in all directions. Fan Xian lowered his head and silently counted the number of times the bells had rung. After confirming the news of the empress dowager's death, his mood relaxed slightly. Immediately, it became empty again. Opposite him, Li Chengqian had completely different news. Hearing that the empress dowager, who loved him the most, had also left alone, his face was slightly pale. In a trembling voice, he said to Fan Xian, "There is no need to see me off."
Fan Xian raised his hands calmly in greeting and said, "Go in peace."
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Li Chengqian's words were not completely correct. Death was indeed the loneliest thing in the world. But, before death, it was often the most lively time in the world. An old man was waiting for the God of Death on his bed, while his relatives and juniors surrounded the bed, chattering non-stop. It was very annoying.
The Eastern Palace was also like this. Fan Xian waited outside the Palace. After a long time, he heard the dense sound of footsteps. The Emperor, surrounded by many people, came to the Eastern Palace and entered alone.
Li Chengqian did not stand to welcome his father. He also did not hate the liveliness before death. He refused Fan Xian's suggestion to take a risk. He did not want to go to the ends of the earth to hide his life. He also did not act like the Second Prince and commit suicide by taking poison before the Emperor returned. He had many things he wanted to say to his father. He wanted to vent the resentment he had held in his heart for 20 years. If he could not vent it all, he would probably become a resentful ghost after death.
"How will the history books describe this?" Li Chengqian looked at his father, the most powerful ruler in history, without a glimmer of fear.
If a person did not fear death, then they would not fear anything. The Crown Prince, who had improved a lot these two years, said straightforwardly, "I waited for you to come back because I wanted to know if you truly did not care about anything."
The Qing Emperor, dressed in casual clothes, looked calmly at his son and said, "The history books are always written by the victors. Furthermore, do you think I have wronged you in any way?"
The Crown Prince sat behind the clean table and furrowed his brows in thought for a long time. He then smiled and shook his head. "Of course not. Mother was weak, but you still made me Crown Prince and let me sit in this position for so many years. Of course, you have not wronged me."
This was not the truth because the thick mockery in it was completely revealed.
The Emperor coldly said, "Don't learn the cowardly and sour words of women."
"Cowardly? That was forced by you. You are too dazzling. No one dares to steal your glory. " The Crown Prince closed his eyes and stubbornly said, "I have always thought of a question. Since you have never thought of passing your power to the next generation, why did you make me Crown Prince?"
The Emperor's expression was unusually calm. He stared at him and slowly said, "Chengqian, you disappoint me. All these years, I've been training you nonstop. What's the reason? "
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