This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 201 Everything is a Transaction

The sudden appearance of the Heavenly Blade was like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone. Even Xiao Xingchen, the instigator, was dumbfounded. The appearance of this thing was truly unbelievable.

He never expected that the sword that had broken free from his spiritual platform would possess such terrifying power. The spiritual energy sword was like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of the Heavenly Blade. His attempt to break through the spiritual sword's blockade with a world-destroying Heavenly Blade was simply like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.

The boundless golden blade gleamed with dazzling light, growing ever sharper. At this rate, within half an hour, the blade would fall like a mountain crushing an egg, and Yong'an would surely be reduced to ashes.

The star defense from the observatory spread like ripples, clearly indicating that the appearance of the Heavenly Blade had made the Great Qian Empire unable to contain its strength.

The Second Saint followed closely behind Emperor Wu, the two ascending to the peak of the Star Array as if facing a formidable enemy, overlooking everything below. Emperor Wu's gaze, sharp as a hawk's, swept over them, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips as he sneered, "My old friends have been hiding in Yong'an for days, like rats unable to see the light of day. If it weren't for today's turn of events, how long did you intend to remain hidden?"

"Hehe, isn't His Majesty the Martial Emperor the same? If it weren't for the appearance of the Heavenly Blade, how would we know that Yong'an has such a profound foundation? Surely, the fact that the Great Li army was able to besiege Yong'an a hundred years ago must have involved His Majesty the Martial Emperor's meticulous planning, right?"

"Shangguan Yun, it's been many years. You are still as shrewd as ever. If you could act as discreetly as Prince Chun of the Great Yan, perhaps I would like you even more."

Emperor Wu's gaze swept over them one by one, and they all understood each other without saying a word.

Although the appearance of the Heavenly Blade stimulated Yong'an's defense system, it also exposed these giant rats that had been hiding their true nature.

Emperor Wu was not entirely unable to accept this.

"This is a sword from beyond the nine heavens. Your attempt to become a king this time is nothing but a futile effort. With power from beyond the nine heavens, do you really think it will willingly become your pawn? Heh, be careful that you don't end up being devoured by this sword. When that happens, the world will become a laughing stock."

Shangguan Yun showed no fear, but instead let out a mocking laugh. In their eyes, Emperor Wu must have valued some kind of quality in Xiao Xingchen to make him a king. However, at this moment, Xiao Xingchen was radiating power from beyond the heavens. The golden light of the sword perfectly overlapped with that of the Jade Capital Heaven. Could a sword originating from the Jade Capital Heaven truly be controlled by the mortal realm?

It's no wonder that Shangguan Yun made such a sarcastic remark. Emperor Wu was also deeply surprised. As he said, this knife had already exceeded his control. This was the first time he realized that he seemed to have made a mistake. Once an unexpected power appeared, it must be eliminated immediately. But now, he had unknowingly allowed this power to be released. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to his plans.

"Your Majesty, the most urgent task is to resolve the crisis caused by this knife. Other matters can be discussed later."

The old drunkard's voice drifted over slowly, carrying an indescribable loneliness. Beneath the blade's edge, even he felt like an ant gazing at the sky.

"Hmph, so what if it's Yujing's sword? My Great Qian will not be afraid. Watch me shatter this sword completely."

Emperor Wu hardened his heart, a fierce look appearing on his face, a surge of hatred and resentment erupting from his eyes. However, the truth was that stopping this blade would require paying an unimaginable price.

"Sigh, looks like I still have to go find her."

In the end, all of Emperor Wu's malevolence vanished without a trace, turning into a long sigh. The Drunken Old Man also breathed a sigh of relief. There was only one person in Yong'an, or rather, only one person in the world, who could stand in front of this blade. If others were confident in standing in front of the power of the Nine Heavens, they might have doubts. But if it was Murong Fenghua, those who knew the inside story would have no doubt whatsoever, because she had once performed such a feat. She was the first madwoman in history to dare to draw her sword towards the sky.

"Your Majesty, she has arrived."

The old drunkard's gaze was like a torch, seemingly piercing through the void, shooting straight to the other side. In the dim light, a figure in plain white robes appeared and disappeared in the void, like a fairy descending to earth.

"I have already given the Order of Fortune to Xiao Xingchen, and it is time to exchange it for something of value."

Emperor Wu's words resounded like a great bell in the ears of the Second Saint, causing him to shudder violently as if waking from a dream. He realized this was a deal between Emperor Wu and Murong Fenghua, and was immediately bewildered, his mind in utter chaos.

The fact that Murong Fenghua would make such a precious deal to secure a Blessing of Fortune for Xiao Xingchen signifies a great deal. Murong Fenghua's face was shrouded in mist, and her casual attire made her resemble a mysterious flower swaying in the wind.

When she walked out, almost no one except Xiao Xingchen could recognize that she was the late Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Even Huangfu Lingxue, having not seen her for many years, could not recognize that the person before her was actually her mother.

Xiao Xingchen was originally difficult to recognize, but in Xiao Jianren's memory, every smile and frown of Murong Fenghua was vivid.

When he saw the wine jug in his hand, how could he not know who the visitor was?

You were too impulsive this time!

There was no blame, only a gentle comfort like a spring breeze. Xiao Xingchen's heart warmed, and he almost cried out, but when he saw Murong Fenghua gently shake her head, he quickly stood aside, not daring to say anything more.

Huangfu Lingxue stared at the suddenly appearing figure with a puzzled look in her eyes, her heart filled with doubt, yet she dared not be sure.

Only the two spirit swords were overwhelmed with shock, like a raging storm.

"You are the current generation of the Water Spirit, aren't you? As for the other one, you exude a cold aura unique to the plateau. Two spirit swords, it seems your master has put in a lot of effort, but unfortunately, you're still a little short of perfection."

A soft voice, like celestial music, rang in Yun Xiyao's ears. It was merely a fleeting glance, lacking any earth-shattering power fluctuations, yet it was like an unfathomable undercurrent, sending chills down her spine. That subtle depth was like an endless black hole, capable of dragging one into an abyss of no return with a single look.

"Who are you?" Ning, the Great World Lord of Tianling Kingdom, asked in a deep and solemn voice.

However, their questions did not receive a response from Murong Fenghua.

"Keep the Imperial Decree safe. This is your future treasure, and it is also the price I paid for granting you the title of King at the request of Emperor Wu. Therefore, you no longer need to worry about the risks associated with being granted the title of King. With this token in hand, all risks are worthwhile."

Murong Fenghua's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, only Xiao Xingchen and Xiao Xingchen could hear it. This gave him a jolt of energy, and he finally understood why Emperor Wu insisted on bestowing a title upon him. It turned out that this was all Murong Fenghua's decree, and this so-called bestowal of fortune seemed to be far more complicated than he had imagined.

"Why?" he couldn't help but ask back.

"This is the Demon Emperor's purpose. You will eventually step into the Ninth Heaven. Just in case, I have exchanged this item for you in advance."

Daji's purpose? He was startled again, as if he had realized something.

"Indeed, this is also a test for you. If you cannot protect this token, you will not only lose your qualification to enter the Ninth Heaven, but also lose your life. Therefore, from now on, be a good protector of your king. This Great Qian is not as simple as you see it. How could the Xiao family make the Martial Emperor go to such great lengths? I know him well. Your past life must have been complicated. It's just that you are not yet capable of exploring the true truth. I hope that you can seize this opportunity, hide like dust, and rise like a prairie fire when the time is right!"

Xiao Xingchen carefully pondered Murong Fenghua's words, and for some reason, he sensed a touch of melancholy in them. His mind was in turmoil, and an ominous premonition swirled in his mind.

"Godmother, what exactly do you mean by saying these words?" Murong Fenghua slowly shook her head, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

"This sword is the divine weapon of a giant at the summit of Yujing. With a single swing, all things fall silent. Yong'an City is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; there is absolutely no way it can withstand it."

"The Martial Emperor and I have struck a deal: I will take this blow in exchange for your future glory. After this blow, I will have no more hiding places and must ascend to the Nine Heavens. The path ahead will be yours to forge alone."

"How is this possible? So many people in Yong'an City couldn't withstand it, so you..."

"No need to worry, it's just a single cut, I can still take it. I just didn't expect this separation to come so quickly."

Murong Fenghua sighed softly, and a powerful force, like surging waves, began to gather around her body.