The Blade-Wielding Legend-Chapter 1371 - 709: Kong Hui Executed, News of the Divine Artifact

Chapter 1371: Chapter 709: Kong Hui Executed, News of the Divine Artifact

"Qiankun Academy... contains objects that influence humanitarian reform!"

Kong Hui’s hoarse words exploded like thunder.

Li Yan’s pupils suddenly contracted, and a chill rushed up his spine.

In an instant, the words Yan Jiuling uttered during casual conversations echoed clearly in his ears:

That Mo Sect Great Craftsman Yuan Feng, though holding the position of Director, was almost absent from the academy.

His whereabouts became a mystery, frequently entering the deep palace, and repeatedly leading the elite Mo Sect to disappear without a trace, causing much discussion, yet these discussions were lightly suppressed by supreme imperial orders...

The court’s funding for Qiankun Academy, silently elevated by several grades, treated with such generosity that it attracted attention...

And in several previous incidents, the court had mobilized greatly, purging many officials.

Could all of this be Emperor Xiao Qixuan leveraging these events?

Taking advantage of the successive storms, cleansing the court without revealing any movement?

"Steam engine!"

These three words exploded in Li Yan’s mind.

Only this could be worthy of the name "catalyst for humanitarian reform"!

For a moment, he was shaken to the core.

Since that brief glimpse at Liangzi Lake, the subtle hints he had given.

That seemingly insignificant move... has become today’s turbulent waves!

Although he had anticipated it, he didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

Elder Yuan Feng and the others must have already broken through.

Mo Family secret techniques, the power of water, fire, and steam...

Intertwined with the giant shadows of mechanisms and steam seen that day...

This future Jiuzhou,

to where will it be directed by this "device"?

At this thought, he felt a momentary vertigo as if heaven and earth were turning upside down.

There were more listeners outside the cell than just Li Yan.

This case was significant, involving many people in the capital, so the Captain Bureau, Ministry of Justice, Imperial Forest Army, and Law Enforcement Hall all had representatives present.

As soon as Kong Hui spoke, everyone’s faces changed drastically.

The rotten bloody smell in the cell stuck in their throats like phlegm.

This suffocating feeling surged from the depths of their hearts.

The speculation of humanitarian reform had been vaguely circulating since last year.

Initially, not many paid attention, thinking it was just the nonsense of some divination magicians or the words of people with ulterior motives.

But with the Chengdu Nine Tripod incident and the celestial anomalies, this matter had been confirmed.

What is humanitarian reform?

To ordinary people, it means the change of dynasties, chaos in the world.

But to people in the Mystical Sect, it means changes in the national sacrifice, calamities in the mortal world.

In any case, no force dares to underestimate it, all making secret preparations.

Demons merely bring chaos to the capital.

But when linked to humanitarian reform, everyone’s heart was on edge.

Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Wang Yan, was personally taking notes.

Upon hearing these words, he froze, the tip of his pen bleeding ink onto the yellow hemp paper, but he was oblivious.

This old lawman, who managed the Great Xuan Law, had a storm passing through his eyes.

He subconsciously pressed the document with his sleeve, as if the few ink stains were burning coals.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate!"

Luo Mingzi swallowed, his palms sweating.

By rights, he was a person of the Taixuan Orthodox Sect, but the matter was so significant he didn’t dare act rashly.

And Pei Zongti frowned deeply, looking into the cell, speaking to Kong Hui in a low voice: "Explain clearly, what does he want that thing for?!"

Everyone’s gaze immediately focused inside the cell.

Even Li Yan perked up his ears.

No matter how important the steam engine was, it was a dead object; he really couldn’t understand why Zhao Qingxu was interested in it.

"Hahaha..."

Inside the cell, Kong Hui, on the cross, slowly lifted his head, his blood-stained left eye cracked open, his smile full of mockery:

"You guess?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his head instantly exploded.

In an instant, the candle flames in the room turned green, a yin wind swirling with blood and flesh.

A black mist surged out from his head.

The black mist condensed into a vague human shape, directly rushing towards the talisman-covered ceiling — just like a moth to a flame.

No good!

This guy wants to seek death! 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Without a word, Li Yan threw out the Soul Hook with a backhand flick.

However, it was already too late.

Shlaa!

The Soul Destruction Talisman carved on the wall, filled with vermillion, flowed as if bleeding profusely.

Kong Hui’s yin soul, transformed into a humanoid black mist, collided with it and exploded instantly.

In the mist, Kong Hui’s final expression appeared, the mocking grin not yet fully formed, before dissipating.

In the blink of an eye, the yin wind calmed rapidly, leaving the cell in dead silence.

Everyone knew that the court would never spare Kong Hui, this demon.

But no one expected him to be so resolute, directly seeking death with his yin soul leaving his body.

"This... masters, what should we do?"

Vice Minister Wang Yan stopped his brush, looking towards everyone.

"This matter must be reported to the Emperor immediately!"

The commander of the Imperial Guard, Jiao Wanbao, stepped forward with a clanking armor, the tiger head design on his golden belt chilling under the firelight, scanning the scene with a cold gaze, he said in a deep voice: "No one is to divulge today’s events privately!"

"The master’s words are reasonable." The crowd nodded in agreement.

This matter was too big, and it certainly had to be reported to the Emperor.

But whether it would leak out was something no one dared guarantee.

"Lord Pei, I need this person’s head to pay tribute to a friend."

Li Yan shook his head slightly, looking at Pei Zongti.

"Hmm."

Pei Zongti, his mind cluttered, nodded casually, planning to take the testimony and head to the palace with Jiao Wanbao.

Li Yan had already drawn his sword, but with a sudden thought, he looked at Wu Ba.

Without a word, Wu Ba advanced with a grim face, grabbing Kong Hui’s shattered head and tearing it off.

In the dim firelight, blood and flesh splattered, the severed neck’s bones glaringly white.

The group fetched a wooden box and quicklime, buried Kong Hui’s head, and exited the cell.

Rumble, rumble!

The copper door of the Law Enforcement Hall prison creaked open, the dusk crimson like blood, splashed upon the Chongwen Gate watchtower.

Li Yan and the others looked at the wooden box, feeling somewhat absurd.

This notorious "Mr. Lan Du" Kong Hui, in the end, chose to end himself.