Chapter 117: The Old Emperor Intends to Abdicate

Taiji Palace.

In the court hall, civil and military officials gathered in small clusters, whispering among themselves about the events of the day.

Some debated what the old emperor might announce, while others pondered the mysterious appearance of ten moons in the sky.

Prime Minister Li Chengyun stroked his beard, standing with a broad smile on his face.

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Of course, the innocent Xu Xian was still unaware of this. Even if she knew, she probably wouldn’t care much, for she never truly intended to avoid the water. She was merely too shy to say so in front of Xu Chenjun and the cameras; Xu Chenjun was simply forcing her hand.

As for the whereabouts of Rendo’s cavalry unit, only Rendo Ningshang himself truly knew. At present, the banner under which his five thousand cavalry marched was that of the Left Vanguard of the Daxia Imperial Guards, the Brave Imperial Horse Regiment.

Before Jesse could finish speaking, Xu Chenjun abruptly hung up the phone, finding the man’s rambling an unbearable torment.

A cluster of concentrated light particles rose through the dense fog, entering Xia Feng’s body. The corpses vanished instantly, and only then did he feel some relief.

He cursed that damned troublemaker—if not for him pushing Phillips into the second-tier group, how could he have encountered the world’s nineteenth-ranked superpower so early?

Today, after hearing from an official about the Heavenly Punishment in Shu, his curiosity was fully piqued. As a Ministry of Revenue official, he was eager to uncover the truth behind the matter.

“It’s been over ten months since we entered the Crimson Flame Desert. I still don’t know if the Bloodthirsty Clan has launched their attack,” Zeng Li said with a worried expression as they trudged across the scorching red sands.

Earlier, no matter which answer he gave, the situation would remain unresolved. Even if he chose the least promising Shen Fengshan or the eldest Lu Shiyan, Xu Xian would still be angry.

To others, the senior disciple of the Immortal Sect was sacred. Even the Western visitor’s Dao Machine deserved utmost respect and careful treatment. But to him, no one in this world was worth his welcome.

The suspicion was not unfounded. Though the Virtual Emperor was a formidable name, aided by the Magnetic Deity, Ice Emperor, and Storm Emperor, truly confronting a fifth-rank sea monster was no easy feat. If they failed, wouldn’t their deep infiltration into enemy territory be extremely perilous?

A towering, burly man charged onto the arena, shouting a challenge before launching his attack.

“You even managed to drive that police car?” Emily looked at the proudly beaming fat man, both amused and incredulous.

Wei Jie had become the new darling of the court, the rising star among officials. Whether it was Sima Daozi or Wang Gong, their immediate priority was to win him over. None dared to ignore his words. With a cold snort, they each turned and strode toward the main hall.

Yet, unexpectedly, when the second exam question was posed, Li Changlin seemed at a loss for an answer, which posed a serious problem.

Those fools had no idea he possessed a device to detect the other party’s military rank. No matter how single-minded or well-hidden they were, he could easily expose them.

I was coerced here by Zhang Sanbi from afar, thinking we were after Cao Cao’s tomb. After all, the Three Kingdoms era was so long ago, surely those people had long since perished. But hearing Fa Qiu’s words that he still lived to this day left me utterly astonished.

Such rarity was as scarce as phoenix feathers and dragon scales. Most cultivators, especially disciples from the three sects who came to Kunlun Mountain to cultivate, were around the Revered Realm level.

Zhang Xiong fell silent. Wei Jie’s safety was foremost in his mind. But if this was a decision Wei Jie had made after careful consideration, then Zhang could only offer his support. What else could he do?