Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 692 - 696: Discussion_1

"His Majesty has changed!"

Within the State Preceptor's mansion, Gui Guzi listened attentively to the Emperor's proclamation. Within the familiar tone, he sensed a trace of strangeness. As he dressed in his ceremonial robe, he pondered. He detected a fighting spirit and anger in the Emperor's voice, identical to the tone used when the Great Dao suppressed the Great Qin Saint's Court in the past.

But this is not the Primal Continent anymore. Ascension to the Heavenly Court no longer requires the consent of 'Dao'. What, then, could have provoked such intense determination and fury in His Majesty?

A quarter of an hour later, all the civil and military officials of the Qin Dynasty gathered in the imperial court.

Three minutes later, Qin Wudao, dressed in his imperial robes and wielding the authority over the land and state, sat upon the throne. A dominant imperial might, capable of sweeping across the eight wildernesses and commanding all territories, enveloped the grand hall.

"We pay our respects to Your Majesty!" the officials saluted respectfully.

"Rise!" Qin Wudao gestured with his hand, his expression solemn, and directly proclaimed, "Minister of Rites, make preparations. Ten days from now, I intend to lead the Great Qin Saint's Court in ascending to the Heavenly Court!"

At these words, the assembled ministers were stunned. Isn't this too sudden?

However, no minister dared to voice opposition. As officials, they could offer counsel to His Majesty. But once an imperial decree was issued, to then step forward and object was to directly confront the monarch.

"As you command!" Liu Zhiyan, garbed in a red official's robe, stepped forward. An aura of scholarly talent and righteous spirit emanated from him as he saluted respectfully.

As one of the first officials of the Qin Dynasty to enter service through the imperial examinations, he had risen from a minor post to become the Minister of Rites of the Saint's Court. Of course, this was directly related to the deaths of civil officials like Zhuge Liang, Dong Zhongshu, and Wang Yangming, which had vacated numerous positions. Otherwise, given Liu Zhiyan's seniority, he would not have been able to become one of the six Chiefs of Staff.

「The Molting Dragon Heavenly Court.」

Ever since the defeat of his Left and Right Generals, the Molting Dragon Emperor had lost his mood for listening to music. He spent his days in the imperial study, contemplating the current situation.

The prodigies from the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court will likely mature in about a hundred years! A hundred years! We must completely resolve the matter of the Great Qin Saint's Court within a hundred years! Only then can my empire and the future of the Flood Dragon clan be eternally secured!

The Molting Dragon Emperor sat on his throne, imperial brush in hand, writing name after name on the edict before him. The murderous intent in his eyes grew increasingly intense.

Qin Wudao!

Zhao Yun!

Lv Bu!

Li Yuanba!

Yang Zaixing...

Each name was written in red ink, strikingly vivid, as if fresh blood were flowing.

But the Great Qin Saint's Court is not weak. Unless I personally intervene, they cannot be suppressed! But at that time, that meddling old immortal from the Heavenly Sword Pavilion will surely step in to stop me, perhaps even fight me to the death! It seems I need to discuss this with Old Man Flame Demon!

Gazing at the names, the Molting Dragon Emperor muttered to himself, then looked up towards the distance and said with conviction, "Calculating the time, he should be arriving soon!"

The 'he' naturally referred to Old Man Flame Demon.

Truthfully, he abhorred those of the demonic path, as not a few Flood Dragons had perished at the hands of demon cultivators; the enmity between them ran deep. Yet now, he was awaiting the greatest demon master of the Red Dragon Starfield to discuss critical matters.

How absurd!

The Molting Dragon Emperor had no choice. He bore the fate of an ancient power on his shoulders. A single word or command from him could determine the direction of the Heavenly Court. He could not afford to be careless. Even if he was resentful of Old Man Flame Demon, he had to endure it and greet him with a smile.

「Heavenly Sword Pavilion.」

Within a certain courtyard, Yang Zaixing was practicing his spear techniques. He used no immortal energy, appearing like an ordinary mortal, yet the courtyard bloomed with spear flourishes, and the sky filled with spear shadows, silently testifying to the exquisiteness of his spear art.

A gentle breeze rustled through the few spiritual trees in the courtyard, causing leaves to fall and dance in the Void.

Suddenly, Spear Qi erupted like a torrential downpour, and in an instant, all the falling leaves were bisected.

"PHEW!" Yang Zaixing exhaled a turbid breath, still maintaining his spearing posture.

"What magnificent spear skill!"

At the entrance, the Heavenly Sword Immortal stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his experienced eyes filled with admiration. He had been standing there while Yang Zaixing practiced. Thus, he had witnessed the entire process, and the piercing Spear Qi and indomitable spear intent had inwardly startled him.

"Senior, would you be interested in a friendly spar?" Yang Zaixing turned, smiled, and extended the invitation.

"Excellent!" The Heavenly Sword Immortal's interest was piqued. His aura changed abruptly, and with a wave of his right hand, an Immortal Sword materialized from thin air. The boundless Law of the Sword emerged, enveloping his entire body.

"Battle!" Yang Zaixing roared, stomping his foot forcefully. He soared into the air, transforming into a streak of spear light as he lunged forward.

In the next instant, the two clashed.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of weapons colliding, interspersed with a fearsome artistic conception, echoed in the sky, generating a hurricane that swept through the heavens and startled countless disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion from their secluded cultivation.

"Sword Qi like a dragon, Spear Qi like a tiger!"

"A true battle between a dragon and a tiger!" The Sword Holding Ancestor emerged from his room, a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he observed the Sword Qi and Spear Qi in the sky.

He knew this commotion was from the spar between the Heavenly Sword Immortal and Yang Zaixing. Since it was a spar, a victor would surely emerge. Who would it be?

"All disciples, heed my command! Sit cross-legged and perceive the artistic conceptions!" the Second Sword Holding Ancestor soared into the sky, commanding loudly.

Both Yang Zaixing and the Heavenly Sword Immortal possessed profound insights into the 'Dao' they pursued. Therefore, their spar was, for the ordinary disciples, no less than listening to a sermon.

Upon hearing the command, the disciples immediately sat cross-legged and began to perceive the artistic conceptions within the Void, their expressions constantly shifting: some joyful, some perplexed, some anxious...

The spar continued for a full four hours.

"Truly, the younger generation is formidable!"

Within the courtyard, the Heavenly Sword Immortal stared at his Immortal Sword, which had fallen to the ground, his expression dazed, finding it hard to believe.

He had actually lost. His Sword Dao was inferior to Yang Zaixing's Spear Dao.

"Senior, you flatter me!" Yang Zaixing retracted his battle spear, scratching his head in modest embarrassment. He had originally intended to fight the Heavenly Sword Immortal to a draw, but he'd gotten too carried away in the heat of battle and accidentally knocked the Immortal's sword from his grip.

"I am very glad that you were born into the Human Race!" The Heavenly Sword Immortal was not angered in the slightest; in fact, he felt a sense of joy. He was witnessing the rise of a Human Race powerhouse. As for losing to a junior in a spar, while indeed a bit shameful, he could accept such a defeat. A swordsman who cannot acknowledge the strength of others will never grow.

"I came here this time because there is something I wish to discuss with you!" The Heavenly Sword Immortal retrieved his Immortal Sword from the ground and got down to business.

"Senior, please speak!" Yang Zaixing said, cupping his fists.

"The invasion by the Extreme Demon Hall led to the Great Elder's death! As you probably know, the Great Elder was the War God of the Human Race and commanded the human legions! The Heavenly Sword Pavilion, however, is a sect and lacks a strong commander for a large army. Furthermore, with the death of the Great General of the Azurewood Saint's Court, the Human Race currently lacks a general capable of taking command! I wish to invite you to become an honorary elder of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, to take up the Great Elder's mantle and command the Human Race's army!" the Heavenly Sword Immortal stated gravely, looking at Yang Zaixing.