The formation in the royal palace sensed it immediately, and countless lines of glowing starlight fell down, resembling an illusory palace, pressing down on Xin Haichen.
Xin Haichen was the most important figure in the military of the Imperial court, so he of course knew how powerful this formation was. With a grunt, the soft armor hidden in his clothes suddenly expanded and turned into a huge puppet, blocking the illusory palace.
Along with countless sounds, the puppet collapsed instantly, but it bought some time for Xin Haichen.
The broadsword will shot out from his arm was on the verge of cutting Jing Yao in half.
Standing in the side hall, the Royal Concubine Hu looked at the scene with a pale face. She was about to reveal her tail without thinking too much, but she was stopped by a hand.
There was a soft rustling sound.
The broadsword that Xin Haichen had prepared for a long time finally landed, but it didn't land on Jing Yao, but on a piece of white cloth.
That white robe had been sliced open by this saber strike, leaving behind a shallow gash.
It was unclear when Jing Jiu had come to the scene.
He reached out his hand to grab Xin Haichen's throat and lifted him into the air.
Xin Haichen let out a frustrated and angry howl, and his energy increased tremendously. He closed his hands like a fan, intending to smash his opponent's head into pieces. Having tempered himself in the northern border of the Snowy Kingdom for many years, he had an unimaginably strong body and a strength as great as a mountain. How could he allow himself to be lifted up like a chicken?
Jing Jiu didn't dodge, letting his opponent's hands fall on him.
A loud bang reverberated in the hall.
Xin Haichen's hands landed on Jing Jiu's face, but they didn't leave any mark.
Yet, a spark burst out between Jing Jiu's right hand and this person's neck.
Crack!!!
Xin Haichen's hands dropped down powerlessly.
Soon after, his head fell off, bouncing twice on the ground and then rolling far away.
Jing Jiu pulled back his right hand and caught the hair rope in the air. He tied his black hair back and walked past the chancellors to the outside of the grand hall.
The first ray of sunlight appeared in the east and shone on his face, making it very clear.
Countless suppressed screams broke out.
The ministers had already guessed his identity. Many of them had already knelt down and greeted him as the Sect Leader or the Immortal Jingyang.
There were still many people who didn't move. They stood frozen in place, looking at him with vigilance or fear.
Bai Zhenren's voice drifted over from the Yintian Gate over ten miles away.
"According to the rules of the Plum Meeting, the Aoyama Sect can't interfere in the affairs of the royal family, even if you are the Immortal Jingyang, not to mention that you are merely a sword devil."
The ministers thought that he was right. Even if Jing Jiu was the leader of Aoyama or even Enlightened Jingyang, how could he interfere with the succession of the throne?
Of course, according to the laws and regulations of the human world, Zhongzhou School had no reason to interfere; but the Cultivation circle and Chaotian had to follow the rules of the Plum Meeting.
Jing Jiu didn't pay attention to Bai Zhenren and these ministers. He said directly, "Read the edict."
No sooner had he said this than Duke Lu walked out from among the ministers. He looked much older than usual.
The ministers were surprised to see him, but they thought it was reasonable. He was the most trusted minister of the Emperor, so it was natural that the edict was in his hands.
Duke Lu took out the edict and began to read it aloud. His hoarse voice echoed in the quiet palace hall.
The content of the first half of the edict was quite normal.
As expected, the Emperor passed the throne to the Crown Prince Jing Yao, and Duke Lu, Prime Minister Qin and others were appointed ministers.
Gu Qing was entrusted with an important task in the edict, and he had finally become the teacher of the emperor, which was expected by the people.
But when the edict was read to the end, the people realized that it was the most important thing.
The Immortal Jingyang was supervising the state!
What was more shocking was that the name of the Emperor in the edict was not the Immortal Jingyang, but the Royal Uncle Jingyang!
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Countless shocked gazes fell on Jing Jiu.
If he was the Immortal Jingyang, he was also the uncle of the Emperor.
Why did the Immortal Jingyang have such a close relationship with the royal family? Why hadn't anybody in Chaotian known about it for hundreds of years?
It was true that everybody knew it was the character "Jing".
The character "Jing" referred to the scenery, the object "Jing", the character "Jing", the character "Jing", the character "Jing", the character "Jing".
Yet … there were so many people with the surname "Jing" in the world; why did their surname have the character "Jing"?
It was quiet in the grand hall. Nobody spoke a word.
The people looked at the man in white in front of the grand hall in shock. By now they had vaguely understood why the Emperor was so close to the Aoyama Sect over the years. Some of the chancellors thought even further. They thought that the Aoyama Sect gave up their influence in Zhaoge City in order to win the support of the Zhongzhou School at the Plum Meeting six hundred years ago. Was it because of this?
The Immortal Jingyang was a senior member of the royal family to begin with, so how could the Zhongzhou School control the Imperial court?
Standing not far from the throne, Jing Yao listened to the Will of his father. He came back to his senses after a long pause. He shot a glance in the direction of the side hall reflexively and saw his mother nod in agreement. He became more clear-headed and bowed to Jing Jiu, "Your grandson greets Royal Granduncle!"
Jing Jiu said without turning his head around, "Sit on the seat that belongs to you."
The seat that belonged to the Emperor was naturally the throne.
Jing Yao took a deep breath and walked toward the throne while holding the sword by his waist. His face was no longer pale, and his expression was more determined.
Many years later, there were still many chancellors and generals in the Imperial court who supported the Zhongzhou School and Jing Xin. Even though the sound of Duke Lu reading the Will was still echoing in the rafters, many of them still stood out and were ready to stop it.
There were even two generals and several guards who were ready to follow Commander Xin Haichen's example and kill Jing Yao here and now, even at the risk of being suppressed by the great array of the Imperial court.
Prime Minister Cen and the chancellors who were ready to carry out the Will of the late Emperor were furious and were ready to act.
Jing Jiu stood in front of the hall and looked at the distant Yintian Gate without moving.
There was a clang.
Jing Yao's right hand, which was on the hilt of his sword, bounced off and the sword flew out of its sheath!
An extremely cold sword light illuminated the dark palace hall!
With a soft but terrifying cutting sound, the sword light pierced through the palace hall at an unimaginable speed. It was impossible to see with the naked eye, and one could only see arcs of light!
The generals and guards stopped where they were, and then spider web-like marks appeared on their bodies. Finally, they became blood clots all over the ground!
The cold sword light suddenly disappeared.
There was another clanging sound.
The sword had returned to the sheath at Jing Yao's waist.
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In the blink of an eye, those generals and guards with evil intentions and formidable fighting prowess had turned into the blood clots on the ground.
Seeing the blood spreading out, some chancellors backed off in terror; some of them looked pensive; and most of them looked at Jing Jiu directly.
Everybody knew that the sword came from the sheath at Crown Prince Jing Yao's waist, but Jing Jiu was the one who had wielded the sword!
What kind of sword was it? It was so formidable that it could kill people invisibly, and it didn't have any lethal intent, as if it was not something in the human world.
Even if the sword was of a high state, what kind of Cultivation state did the person wielding the sword have to be in order to kill so many swordsmen in an instant?
The whole of the Cultivation circle and even the upper echelons of Chaotian knew that Jing Jiu was the youngest swordsman in the Broken Sea State in the history of Cultivation; but was there such a formidable swordsman in the initial state of the Broken Sea?
Even if he was the Immortal Jingyang … the Immortal Jingyang couldn't be so formidable when he was in the initial state of the Broken Sea!
"Is this Nan Qü's First Child Sword?" Bai Zhenren's voice drifted over from the Yintian Gate a few miles away.
Jing Jiu corrected him, "This is my First Child Sword."
Many years ago, the Immortal Daoyuan employed the Sword Formation of Aoyama to cut down Nan Qü's Dao Tree and snatched the First Child Sword before his death. He gave it to his favorite grand disciple, Jingyang.
Since then, the First Child Sword had been in Jingyang's hands.
More than six hundred years ago, Jing Jiu, Taiping, Liu Ci, Yuan Qijing, the Dead Dog and the Devil Rooster had used this sword to kill many swordsmen in Aoyama.
He and Taiping had used this sword to destroy the ancestral altar of the Mysterious Dark Sect.
Three hundred years ago, the former Emperor faked his death and entered the Guocheng Temple to become a monk. The Emperor succeeded the throne unwillingly. In order to comfort his nephew, Jing Jiu gave the First Child Sword to him as a gift.
Three hundred years later, the Emperor lent the First Child Sword to Zhao Layue, who killed Lo Huainan. Liu Shisui buried the First Child Sword under a tree, which indirectly led to the death of Xiwang Sun and the destruction of the Cloud Platform.
Later, the First Child Sword was sent to the Western Sea Sword School by Guo Dong, which led to the destruction of the Western Sea Sword School.
In the end, the sword returned to Aoyama and Jing Jiu's hands.
A few years ago, the Emperor appointed Jing Yao as the Crown Prince. Jing Jiu sent the First Child Sword to the Royal Palace as a gift.
The experience of the First Child Sword was quite bizarre. It had changed hands many times over the last one thousand years, and those people and sects who had owned it didn't end up well. It was a rather ominous experience.
Jing Jiu didn't think so; it was because those unfortunate people were his enemies, and it was just like what he told Bai Zhenren.
This was his sword to begin with.
It was even the sword he had used for the longest time.
As such, he wielded the First Child Sword as his first sword in the battle for the throne in Zhaoge City.
He had to see blood when he wielded the sword.
And he had to see joy.
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Jing Yao walked to the front of the throne. Nobody could stop him from sitting down now.
Jing Jiu didn't sit down. Instead, he looked at Jing Jiu at the door of the grand hall.
Jing Jiu took two steps to the outside of the grand hall and sat down on the stairs. He placed his right hand on his knee in a casual posture, as if he were fishing by the water.
He and his nephew of the Emperor had sat and chatted here a few days ago, and they had done the same thing.
Seeing the scene, Jing Yao's eyes were a bit wet. He sniffed a few times and sat on the throne.
As he sat on the throne, his energy suddenly became different from before. It was not more sacred and majestic, but calmer and more determined.
Led by Duke Lu, many chancellors and generals knelt down on the ground, cheering "Long live the Emperor".
Some chancellors stood on the same spots in silence, neither moving nor speaking.
The cheering "Long live the Emperor" reached the outside of the grand hall, startling the birds that had gotten up early. They flew higher and higher in the morning wind with their wings fluttering.
The square in front of the grand hall was very wide to begin with. After the Great Formation of the royal palace was activated, it felt even more boundless. The edges of the square couldn't be seen, as if it were dozens of miles wide.
There was not a single person in such a vast and boundless square, only a small green curtain sedan was placed there all alone.
The morning clouds outside the royal palace grew thicker, and the morning glow appeared gradually. A dozen cloud boats could be seen more clearly, exuding a sacred beauty.
The Boat of Diligent Study of Yimaozhai was a bit further away.
It was quiet in Zhaoge City.
In the sky outside the city, a great many Cultivation sects and swordsmen were on their way.
Sitting on the stone steps, Jing Jiu watched all this in Silence.
Then, the Immortal Tan arrived.
Jing Jiu didn't get up to greet him this time.
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