Chapter 590 - 383: Fifth Life in the Mortal World! Modern Zhongshan-Suited Elder? (Part 2)

Chapter 590: Chapter 383: Fifth Life in the Mortal World! Modern Zhongshan-Suited Elder? (Part 2)

In the Jinluan Hall, the nine dragon-shaped golden pillars reflected the candlelight, illuminating the imperial throne as brightly as daylight.

The Cyan Dragon Suppression Envoy knelt on one knee atop the dragon-patterned gold bricks, and the bloodstains on his flying fish robe were not yet dry: "Your Majesty, the traitors of Dongchang have been completely eradicated."

His voice echoed in the vast hall, unable to mask the faint sound coming from the right side of the throne.

Qian Dongji lazily leaned on the dragon chair, his right hand playing with the scattered strands of Lin Qinghan’s hair.

The beauty’s semi-transparent gauze clothing barely covered her exquisite figure, ambiguous red marks on her snow-white skin extending from the neck to half-revealed proud whiteness...

The rouge on her lips has smudged, and the charm at the corner of her eyes hasn’t fully faded.

"Hmm..."

Qian Dongji’s fingers inadvertently brushed over the fresh bite marks on Lin Qinghan’s collarbone.

"Where is Lu Xuan’s head?"

The Vermilion Bird Suppression Envoy beside him hurriedly bowed: "Your Majesty, Mr. Shen personally went... still hasn’t returned."

"Hmm..."

Qian Dongji responded apathetically, all his attention fixated on Lin Qinghan.

It was as if the person who personally ordered the execution of his own son wasn’t him.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from outside the hall, causing the red scarf around Lin Qinghan’s neck to flutter, revealing more unsightly marks.

Yet, she was completely unaware, obediently pouring wine for the Emperor.

At this moment, the piercing north wind outside became even more fierce, causing the decorations inside to tremble violently.

Lin Qinghan’s scattered hair danced wildly in the wind.

She suddenly shivered all over, her beautiful eyes widening as she looked toward the Gilded Hall’s door.

"Your, Your Majesty..." Lin Qinghan’s lightly trembling voice was drowned out by the sudden howling cold wind.

Only to see strands of frost white cold air seeping through the cracks of the door, crawling across the ground like living creatures.

Strange ice patterns quickly formed on the gold bricks, and these patterns spread toward the throne at a visible speed.

"Hmm?"

Qian Dongji abruptly sat up straight, overturning the gilded braziers on the table.

The charcoal fire rolled onto the icy surface, instantly extinguishing, and a plume of white mist rose.

The Cyan Dragon Suppression Envoy quickly drew his sword, but the tip was rapidly covered in white frost.

The three Suppression Envoys exchanged horrified glances—this was by no means natural cold, but...

"It’s you..."

"Lu Xuan!"

Lin Qinghan’s bloodstained fingernails deeply dug into her palm, blood dripping between her fingers onto the icy surface, instantly forming into blood beads.

The figure approaching amid the frost was precisely the enemy she had day and night hoped to kill.

The cycle of seasons passed, ten spring and autumn years gone by in a flash.

Great Yu Country’s mountains and rivers remained, only a new emperor now ruled.

The once illustrious Jinyi Guard office, now stood deserted, its copper-cast door engraved with "Sujing" overgrown with moss.

Yet Dongchang’s iron Token now hung high in the six bureaus’ main hall, even the court ministers’ memorials had to pass through Dongchang’s inspection first.

The old tea customers under the imperial city have long remembered, after that night ten years ago, many things changed.

After the second prince ascended to the throne, taking the title of "Emperor Shenghe," as for the once bustling Qing Taifu Mansion, it has become a warehouse for tax silver.

The official historians’ records have lushly depicted these ten years.

Ten years ago, Commander Envoy Shen Wanbao led the Jinyi Guard, colluding with the forbidden army in rebellion, launching a night raid on Dongchang, slaughtering Dongchang’s twelve Protectors.

Finally, Dongchang’s Director Lu Xuan turned the tide, using thunderous means to purge the traitors.

Emperor Shenghe was moved by his loyalty and bravery, thus abolished the Jinyi Guard and promoted Dongchang to oversee the three departments...

But unfortunately, Dongchang’s Director was ultimately a step late, the former emperor on the dragon bed had already breathed his last.

And from the direction of the Eastern Palace, there were flames reaching the sky.

The main hall had been burned to ruins, only a few charred corpses remained in struggling postures.

Soon after, three days following Emperor Shenghe’s accession, an unprecedented decree sounded in Jinluan Hall.

"By the order of Heaven, the Emperor declares... Director of Dongchang Lu Xuan, quelled chaos and stabilized the country, has meritorious service to the state...

Specially named as ’Prince Protector,’ permitted to wear sword and shoes in court, saluted without naming..."

In Jinluan Hall, the elderly ministers prostrated on the ground, watching that ink-colored python robe figure slowly ascend the golden steps.

The new emperor unexpectedly rose to personally welcome him, placing half of the Tiger Talisman into his hand.

This was the first time since Great Yu’s founding that a foreign-named prince shared control of the Commander’s Seal with the Son of Heaven.

In early autumn of the tenth year of Emperor Shenghe’s reign, inside the Imperial Study, candlelight burned brightly.

Emperor Shenghe—the once Second Prince, now nearing forty.

He wore his formal bright yellow attire, with hidden embroideries of orb dragon patterns faintly visible in the candlelight.

Between Emperor Shenghe’s eyebrows lay the calm and fatigue accumulated over more than ten years of imperial life.

And the newly appointed chief eunuch stood at the side, head bowed and obedient, not moving a muscle.

He has served Emperor Shenghe for twenty years, and long since understood the emperor’s mind thoroughly.

All that diligence and love for the people, the late nights of hard work, were just acts performed for Lu Xuan, the former head of Dongchang.

From the day he ascended the throne ten years ago, Emperor Shenghe has been acting.

Acting as a wise ruler dedicated to governance, playing the role of a discerning and capable lord.

Even the furrowed brows while reviewing memorials, the precise display of authority when summoning ministers, were all meticulously crafted expressions.

Rumbling!!!

The sudden, thunderous booms tore through the night sky of the capital.

The vermilion brush in Emperor Shenghe’s hand snapped with a "crack," red ink spattering on the bright yellow dragon robe like fresh blood.

"What happened?" He jumped up abruptly, scattering the memorials across the dragon desk.

Outside the hall, a raging wind howled, clouds converged at visible speed over a certain spot in the capital, forming a gigantic whirlpool.

Lightning flashed within the whirlpool, revealing an ice-blue pillar of light piercing through the heavens.

"Your Majesty!"

At that moment, several guards from the inner court stumbled in, armor still clinging with unmelted ice.

Leading the guards, the commander knelt on one knee, voice trembling: "Your Majesty, it’s from the Prince of Assistance’s mansion....."

Before he could finish, a tremor shook the entire palace.

The glazed tiles on the roof rattled, and decades-old dust fell from the beams.

Emperor Shenghe clutched the edge of the dragon desk tightly, his nails scratching the sandalwood with a piercing sound.

Immediately following, the guard commander bowed heavily, his voice nearly swallowed by the roaring wind: "In the Prince of Assistance’s mansion, a white light shot straight into the heavens!"

"What!" The calm mask on Emperor Shenghe’s face shattered instantly.

He pushed the dragon desk aside violently and rushed down the stairs, not even bothering to straighten his crooked crown.

Stumbling outside the hall, the bright yellow dragon robe fluttered fiercely in the wind.

Looking up, the entire capital’s night sky was dyed frost-white by that white light.

But the earth-shattering phenomenon came swiftly and disappeared even faster.

Moreover, someone seemed to have left with this heavenly anomaly.

That person was Lu Xuan, who had oppressed the Great Yu Country for many years as the Prince of Assistance!

Celestial Martial Realm!

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Four-Life Red Dust Immortal (Perfect)

Cultivation Technique: Heaven-Burning Saber Skill 19/9, A Step to Heaven 17/9, Undying Unbound 17/9.

Points: 1,000,000

In the red dust world of Great Yu Country, the system points Lu Xuan obtained were not many.

He only gained 50 million system points, plus the remaining 81 million system points, just enough to simulate the Heaven-Burning Saber Skill once.

To Lu Xuan’s surprise, pursuing the Heaven-Burning Saber Skill to the 19th level pushed him directly to the perfect realm of the Four-Life Red Dust Immortal.

"Excellent!"

With those words just spoken, a black escape light shot from Lu Xuan, heading straight for the void’s rift.

......

When Lu Xuan opened his eyes again, the mountain breeze brushed his wrinkled yet exceptionally ruddy face.

Lu Xuan then lowered his gaze to examine the sharp black Zhongshan suit on his body, and his wrinkled yet unusually strong hands.

This ninety-five-year-old shell housed an unimaginable explosive strength.

Modern metropolis? National art? Huajin Perfect Realm???

Besides, Lu Xuan also experienced an unprecedented feeling, seemingly an unavoidable law of heaven and earth.

The vitality of this aged body was rapidly fading away like sand in an hourglass.

Although his meridians surged with extreme power, the decay felt from his internal organs was like a bone-deep festering that could not be shaken off.

Raising his eyes, he watched the clouds churn at his feet.

Behind Lu Xuan stood a two-story villa of unusual style, its entire structure made of tempered glass reflecting the golden glow of dawn.

In front of the porch were parked nine black cars.

On the other side of the mountain top, the roar of engines suddenly echoed along the specially paved asphalt mountain path.

Three sleek and shiny luxury cars arrived in sequence, their streamlined bodies glinting in the sunlight.

The hood emblem of the lead car flashed with a metallic sheen, followed by two modified SUVs.

The smart recognition system emitted a gentle "beep," and the electronic iron gate fence automatically slid open on both sides.

Clearly, the iron gate had this fleet’s license plates recorded in the system, allowing them free passage.