In the Evergreen Palace's study in the Divine Capital's Imperial city.
The current Emperor, Liu Gu, continued to write with his brush.
The footsteps of the chamberlain seemed to be very anxious as they traveled over.
Liu Gu instinctively stopped in his tracks. He put down his brush and looked at the study's entrance.
Before the attendant entered the study, he fell to his knees and said, "Your Majesty, the scouts have reported that the seven great sects have been defeated by the Evil Sky Pavilion. They were powerless."
Liu Gu had initially thought that it would be a lose-lose situation. No matter how powerful Old Villain Ji was, it would be difficult for him to fend off so many elites. With the Duanlin Branch's Patriarch, Chang Yan, fighting with his life on the line, it would not be a problem for him to heavily injure Old Villain Ji.
The remaining Evil Sky Pavilion disciples were nothing to be afraid of.
With this, the greatest threat to the Imperial family was gone.
However, what did he mean by 'powerless'?
Liu Gu frowned and said in a deep voice, "Say that again."
The attendant's voice trembled as he said, "The scouts have reported that the seven great sects, no, the eight great sects, including the Yun Sect, were defeated by the Evil Sky Pavilion. They were powerless."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was on the verge of tears. He was afraid that Liu Gu would strike his head with a palm seal. This was not the first time something like this had happened. The previous attendant seemed to have died in this manner as well.
Accompanying a sovereign was akin to accompanying a tiger. This had been the case since ancient times.
Liu Gu appeared calm on the surface, but when he erupted, it would be unimaginable.
"Why is this happening? Did Si Wuya and Yu Zhenghai return? "Liu Gu speculated. This was the only possibility.
The attendant gulped. He had been mulling over the words for a long time. He had repeated them more than a hundred times before he came. Finally, he said, "Old Villain Ji has reached the Nine-leaf stage!"
This time, Liu Gu did not ask him to repeat himself.
Liu Gu was in a daze. It was as though his soul had been sucked out of his body.
The study was extremely quiet.
It was so oppressive that even the air felt heavy.
It was difficult to breathe.
The attendant did not dare to speak. His body trembled uncontrollably.
After what seemed like hours, Liu Gu finally said, "How's the situation with the Golden Lotuses?"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty … There are … ten survivors. One of them is trying to sprout another leaf. "
"Alright." Liu Gu returned to the study. He restrained his emotions and asked calmly, "How's the situation in Liang Province?"
"The people of Rouli and the Nether Sect are locked in a fierce battle. Yu Zhenghai has already left for Liang Province. I don't think he'll have the chance to stir up trouble for the time being," the internal attendant said smoothly.
As his voice fell.
Liu Gu picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, and wrote on the Xuan paper, "Yi Tong …" The last stroke of the word "Tong" was lifted up heavily.
Xiu!
The character "Tong" seemed to have come to life. Golden light enveloped the ink, and in the form of a seal script, it flew towards the attendant at the door.
In the blink of an eye, it pierced through his head.
Liu Gu did not look at the chamberlain. He only heard the sound of smashing fruit as he continued to add the remaining two words, "Myriad Races".
He only put down the brush after he finished writing the four words "Unify the Myriad Races".
He said emotionlessly, "Carry them down."
"Here."
The attendant's head exploded, and his eyes widened.
Even in death, he didn't understand why Liu Gu would suddenly kill him.
Yu Zhenghai's Nether Sect had thrown the nine provinces into chaos. What did he mean by there was no chance for him to stir up trouble in the near future? Shouldn't this be Liu Gu's humiliation?
…
The Divine Capital was the busiest city in Great Yan.
It was also the place with the most information.
It was not surprising that Liu Gu was the first to know about this.
However, there was no such thing as an impenetrable wall under the heavens. There was no way such a huge battle could be kept under wraps.
Soon enough, news of the Evil Sky Pavilion's Pavilion Master attaining the Nine-leaf stage spread throughout the Divine Capital. Then, with the Divine Capital as the center, the news spread to the nine provinces.
For a time, the Evil Sky Pavilion's feat shocked the world!
Inside a certain relay station in the Divine Capital.
Several cultivators were chatting loudly as they drank.
"From this day onward, the Evil Sky Pavilion will be the greatest faction under the heavens. Who would dare to oppose it?"
"As expected of a place I admire. If I can join the Evil Sky Pavilion one day, I'd be willing to lose ten years of my life."
"Forget it … With your talent, there's no need for you to serve tea or sweep the floor."
The others laughed heartily.
The cultivators' opinions changed quickly. Those who initially supported the Evil Sky Pavilion became even more fanatical. Those who initially opposed the Fiend Path fell silent overnight.
At this moment, an elegant man asked, "Sir, is there really a Nine-leaf stage?"
"Brother, I can tell that you're not from around here.
You're the Evil Sky Pavilion's Patriarch. There's no doubt you're a Nine-leaf cultivator! "
"Severing his Golden Lotus?"
"I don't think so … The severing of the Golden Lotus cultivation method has only recently been released. There are only a handful of people who survived. They still have to sprout their condensed lotuses. That's why … I suspect the old man must have other methods. "
Someone nodded in agreement and said, "You're right. Severing the Golden Lotus is only one of the methods. I heard that some major sects are researching ways to not sprout their Golden Lotuses after entering the Nascent Divinity realm. Instead, they sprout leaves … There are also people who use medicine to restrain their Golden Lotuses. There are more and more methods. "
The other cultivators nodded.
The elegant man smiled and nodded. "Thank you."
He stood up and was about to leave.
A waiter at the relay station stepped forward and stopped him. "Hello, the tea costs two copper coins."
The man was taken aback. He patted his pockets and said helplessly, "I'm sorry, it's not convenient for me today. I'll return it another day."
"Huh? Sir, there are so many people watching. We're just a small business … "the waiter said, troubled.
The man patted his pockets again. There was nothing on his pockets. A penny stumped a hero. It seemed like that was indeed the case.
The waiter saw the sword on the man's body and said, "Why don't you leave this sword here?"
At the mention of the sword, the cultivators in the surroundings looked at it.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was a good sword.
They knew what a sword meant to a swordsman.
A swordsman would never let his sword leave his side.
"I'll pay for him." An elegant woman appeared at the relay station and tossed two copper coins to the man.
The man glanced at her and said, "Thank you."
He was a great cultivator, and yet, he was being rescued by a woman. How pitiful. The others were feeling embarrassed for him.
The woman suddenly bowed and said sincerely, "Please accept me as your disciple, Mister Second."
"…" The others were stunned.
The man's expression was gentle as he said, "I'm sorry, but I don't accept disciples."
The woman hastily walked up to him. She spread her arms and said excitedly, "I'm Qin Ruobing. I've always wanted to join the Evil Sky Pavilion. Please accept me as your disciple, Mister Second!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she fell to her knees.
The others were shocked.
"I remember now. She's the daughter of the Prince of Qi, Qin Jun!"
"It's her? Then, this person … "
He was the Evil Sky Pavilion's second disciple, Yu Shangrong, who had flown back from Wuxian Mountain.
He happened to be passing by the Divine Capital and had stopped to rest.
Swoosh!
The cultivators immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling.
The waiter was dumbfounded.
After giving it some thought, he mustered his courage and brought out the two copper coins he had received. He walked up to the man in fear and excitement.
He stammered, "I … I'm sorry … I failed to recognize Mount Tai! Please … please … please … "
"You deserve this." Yu Shangrong smiled faintly.
"Yes … yes … you deserve it." The waiter was shocked. He did not expect the Evil Sky Pavilion's Mister Second to be so approachable.
The other cultivators were in disbelief as well.
Yu Shangrong maintained his smile as he patted the waiter's shoulder.
Then, he looked at Qin Ruobing and said, "The path of cultivation is difficult and dangerous. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth. You're not suited for cultivation."
"M-mister Second."
Zing!
The Longevity Sword was unsheathed.
Under the sunlight, the blade glowed with a faint red radiance.
The relay station was a well-informed and knowledgeable place to begin with. The cultivators inside looked at the Longevity Sword hovering in front of them in shock.
"It's him! The Sword Devil, Yu Shangrong! "
"He's not dead?!"
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