Watching as Zeng Yifan led the God Might Battalion soldiers away, Feng Jixing heaved a sigh of relief and turned to ask, "Grand Deacon, are you alright?"
Lei Hong's complexion was extremely pale. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the grey hair on his head instantly turned even whiter.
"Grand Deacon!"
Zhang Wei and the others rushed over.
Lin Muyu also broke free from the Beast Binding Chains, and held onto Lei Hong's arm, "Grandpa Lei Hong, are you alright?"
Lei Hong's expression was gloomy, "Everyone thinks that the Empire's two Sanctuary Masters are me and Qu Chu, I'm afraid ….. the Empire's most powerful Sanctuary Master is already Zeng Yifan ….."
Feng Jixing asked, "Is Zeng Yifan really that strong?"
"Yes."
Lei Hong nodded, and then smiled at Lin Muyu, "Yu, since His Majesty has pardoned you and Chu Yao, then you can finally use your real identity to establish yourself in the Divine Sanctum and the Imperial Capital."
Lin Muyu nodded, "Yes! Thank you Grandpa Lei Hong, and thank you Big Brother Feng! "
Feng Jixing continued to nod, "I'm afraid this may not be a good thing, how about ….. I go see His Majesty, and ask His Majesty to bestow you the identity of a Royal Guard, this way the Divine Marquis Residence will have to think twice before doing anything to you, what do you think?"
"Can I?" Lin Muyu did not refuse.
Lei Hong shook his head, "No, Yu is our Divine Sanctum's rising star, how can we just hand him over to the Royal Guards, no, I won't agree no matter what."
Feng Jixing could not help but smile, "Grand Deacon is really stubborn ….."
… …
Not long after, a group of medical officers from the Elixir Department came to treat the Divine Sanctum's injured people, and in the end, Chu Yao also came. When she saw the heavily injured Lin Muyu, her eyes turned red.
"What happened?" She asked as she helped Lin Muyu clean her wounds.
Lin Muyu sat on the stone block of the Sacred Hall. She grimaced in pain and said with a smile, "Sister Chu Yao, we don't have to hide anymore. His Majesty has pardoned our crimes."
"Oh, really?" Chu Yao revealed a cheerful smile, but she was a little unhappy as she said, "Yu, you're always fighting and killing. Look at yourself, how many scars are there on your body? Promise me that you won't fight so much in the future, okay? "
"En, as long as people don't offend me, I won't offend them."
"Alright!"
On the side, Zhang Wei, who was being treated by another Elixir Department medical officer, looked at the two of them with a dubious expression. He said with a smile, "Sire Lin Muyu is really lucky with women. He actually has such a beautiful medical officer treating his wounds, and they look so compatible."
Chu Yao's pretty face immediately flushed red. She glared at Zhang Wei and said, "You're still so arrogant after such a serious injury. I think there's no need to apply medicine."
Zhang Wei repeatedly begged for mercy, "Please don't, if I don't apply medicine, my wounds will probably become inflamed and rot."
"Hmph, I'll teach you to keep your mouth shut!" Chu Yao said with a smile.
Zhang Wei was immediately enchanted. He said, "Sire Lin Muyu, if I had such a good sister, I would definitely take her as my wife. How could I let someone else have such a beautiful sister?"
Chu Yao's face turned even redder. "You're still talking too much!"
Lin Muyu sat at the side and looked at Chu Yao's bashful beauty. He was a little tempted, but he knew that he didn't belong to this world and might have to leave. If he couldn't take Chu Yao with him, then why bother messing with her heart?
However, this silly boy probably didn't know that the beauty's heart was already messed up.
They only rested for the night. Their injuries were too serious, so they could only lie down and cultivate the Dragon Forging Bone Remnant Scroll and the Spirit Vein Technique.
Lying on the bed and looking at the starry sky above the secret room, Lin Muyu's eyes widened. The spiritual energy of the Spirit Vein Technique rippled outwards. The Spirit Vein Technique was indeed very magical. An attack that gathered spiritual energy could attack the enemy's soul, but it also required concentration. Thus, the moment Zeng Yifan stepped into the Holy Palace, Lin Muyu tried to attack him with the Spirit Vein Technique. Unfortunately, it failed. Zeng Yifan's soul was stronger than his, and so was his Domain. Using the Spirit Vein Technique to fight against such an expert would require a higher cultivation.
Moreover, today's battle allowed Lin Muyu to truly understand the power of the Sacred Region. A Heavenly Realm expert challenging a Sacred Region expert was no different from courting death. Once the opponent's Domain was activated, a Heavenly Realm expert would be unable to move at all. There was no chance of winning.
But how far away was the Sacred Region? No one knew.
Ever since Lin Muyu stepped into the first tier of the Heavenly Realm, she had been stuck at level 60. Cultivation was not easy, and there were bottlenecks everywhere. As a result, Feng Jixing, Qin Lei, and the others were stuck at the first tier of the Heavenly Realm, unable to break through. Experts like these could be found everywhere. Lei Hong, Qu Chu, and the others had also been stuck at the first tier of the Sacred Region for more than ten years.
…
Late at night, Ze Tian Palace.
A beautiful palace maid was sitting gracefully on a white jade bed. Beside her was an exquisite drawing board. The Celestial Emperor, Qin Jin, was waving his brush and sketching a beautiful woman's expression and face on the white paper.
Although Qin Jin was the Great Emperor, he was also known as the "Divine Hand" by the world. He was a master of calligraphy and paintings. Legend had it that the Great Emperor had once ordered his personal officials to sell his landscape paintings to the people, and they would always fetch a high price.
However, the graceful woman on the drawing board seemed to be completely different from the palace maid in front of her. The beauty between her brows was not something this palace maid could compare to. This painting did not look like her at all. Instead, it had a bit of Qin Yin's charm.
"Creak …"
The door was gently pushed open, and Qin Yin walked over to stand behind Qin Jin. She looked at the drawing board and suddenly burst into laughter. "Imperial Father is drawing Imperial Mother again …"
Qin Jin was taken aback. He could not help but laugh. "Xiao Yin, why aren't you sleeping?"
"I couldn't sleep, so I came to see Father."
"Hurry up and go to sleep. How can a girl stay up so late?" Qin Jin waved his hand, indicating for the palace maid to leave.
Qin Yin smiled. "Father, do I really look like Mother?"
"Yes, you look almost exactly the same."
Qin Jin looked out the window with some fascination and said, "After she left, Imperial Father's everything has been left to you. Come, let Imperial Father comb your hair again. Once you're done, you can go back to sleep."
"Yes."
Qin Yin obediently sat in front of the bronze mirror. She took off the princess crown on her hair and let her jet-black hair fall down. Qin Jin took the silver comb and looked at his daughter's appearance in the bronze mirror. He could not help but tremble. He said in a daze, "It's been so many years. If only I could see her one more time. I'm willing to exchange the world for one more look at her …"
Qin Yin's eyes reddened. "Father …"
Qin Jin slowly combed through his daughter's hair. His face was full of doting love as he said, "My Xiao Yin has grown up … When you were very young, I always wondered how long Father would be able to stay by your side. But Xiao Yin has grown up so quickly and is about to get married … There will be another person by Xiao Yin's side to dote on and love you in Father's place."
Tears welled up in Qin Yin's eyes. She closed her eyes and let the tears flow freely.
Qin Jin's hands trembled slightly. He muttered to himself, "Time really passes too quickly. In the blink of an eye, you've grown up so much. I don't know why, Father … Father always feels that I haven't seen enough of you before you've grown up and gotten married …"
Qin Yin's shoulders trembled slightly. "Father, Father … don't say anymore. I won't get married."
Qin Jin could not help but laugh. "Don't be silly. Even if you're a princess, you still have to get married. Otherwise, how will you continue to pass on our Qin bloodline? Father is just a little emotional … Xiao Yin, who do you like the most among the younger generation of the family? "
Qin Yin was stunned. She wiped her tears and said, "I'm still young and don't want to get married. Father, don't ask me. Xiao Yin won't marry anyone."
"You're saying silly things again. Qin Lei, Qin Yan, and Zhennan Wang's sons. If you like any one of them, Father will bestow marriage. You're already 20 years old. When your mother was 20, she would have already married me and become my Empress …"
"I'm not getting married. Let's wait a few more years." Qin Yin's eyes were red. "I don't like any of the people Father mentioned. I want to accompany Father for a few more years, okay?"
"Silly Xiao Yin …" Qin Jin sighed.
At this time, a eunuch's voice came from outside. "Your Majesty, Imperial Guard Commander Feng Jixing requests an audience."
"Let him in!"
"Yes!"
Soon, the door opened. Feng Jixing was travel-worn. He knelt down and cupped his fists. "This general greets Your Majesty."
Qin Jin smiled. "General Feng must have something important for you to request an audience so late at night, right?"
Feng Jixing nodded. "Your Majesty, an hour ago, Divine Marquis led three thousand Divine Might Battalion cavalry to attack the Sage Temple."
"What?!"
Qin Jin's body trembled. "How is that possible? The Divine Marquis Residence and the Sage Temple are the pillars of the empire. Why would they fight each other? What was the result, General Feng? "
Feng Jixing said, "By the time I arrived, the battle had already stopped. Both sides suffered dozens of casualties, and the reason for the battle was that Divine Marquis wanted to kill Lin Muyu. Therefore, I beg Your Majesty to allow Lin Muyu to join the Royal Forest Guard."
"Oh?" Qin Jin frowned. "What kind of person is this Lin Muyu? Why would General Feng recommend her like this?"
Feng Jixing raised his head and said, "From what I know, Lin Muyu is a martial arts prodigy that only appears once in a thousand years. Such a person should be used by the Empire and must not be killed by the Deity Overlord. I hope that Your Majesty will allow Lin Muyu to join the Royal Forest Guards!"
The corners of Qin Yin's lips curled up. "Father, will you allow it?"
Hearing his daughter's words, Qin Jin calmed down. "Very well, I will write an edict immediately to allow Lin Muyu to become a member of the Royal Forest Guard. General Feng, thank you for your hard work."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
As he spoke, Feng Jixing lifted his head to look at Qin Jin. He said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, the Divine Marquis Residence's actions are getting more and more aggressive. They even dared to clash with the Sage Temple. Are we just going to tolerate them? I feel that if necessary, we can transfer the 100,000 soldiers guarding Cangnan Province back to the capital … I am willing to do this personally! "
Qin Jin took a deep breath. "Zeng Yifan is the pillar of the empire. Currently, more than half of the commanders in the various armies are former subordinates of Zeng Yifan. As long as he doesn't go overboard, let him be. After all, if the Northern Desert and the Southern Barbarians go to war, we still need Zeng Yifan to lead the army. Isn't that right, General Feng?"
"But …"
Feng Jixing's eyebrows were tightly knitted together.
"There are no buts. General Feng, rest early. Come and get the edict tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
…
He turned and left the Ze Tian Hall. The starlight shone on Feng Jixing's pure white cloak.
He pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked up at the sky in silence. Then, he walked alone on the stone path of the hall. Under the starlight, his lonely figure looked somewhat lonely.
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