All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

Chapter 391 - 243: Seeing Me?_2

"Foreign Minister Liu Zizhan requests an audience with the Eastern Emperor!"

"Foreign Minister Zi Nan requests an audience with the Eastern Emperor!"

"..."

The calls rose and fell, echoing instantly within the hall.

Lin Jinyu bit her thin lip, her face ashen. She gestured to Mo Zhan below the platform. Mo Zhan stepped forward and snorted coldly, "How audacious!"

Seeing this, Liu Zizhan became even more certain of his convictions. The eyes of the three vassal kings of Dongfeng Ancient Country also subtly shifted; however, they made no move, merely watching the scene with cold detachment.

"We foreign ministers request the Eastern Emperor to grant an audience!"

Lin Jinyu took a deep breath, feeling she could bear it no longer. She slammed her jade hand heavily on the dragon throne, stood up, and glared furiously at the envoys below.

Just as she was about to speak, an unparalleled and terrifying Spiritual Energy surged forth from above the great hall.

"You wish to see Us?"

The faint voice instantly echoed throughout the entire hall.

At this moment, everyone felt cold sweat stream down their backs.

The smile on Liu Zizhan’s face slowly solidified, then gradually faded, becoming as suffocating as the heavy, silent atmosphere around him. His little finger trembled slightly, then his entire hand began to shake. If one listened closely, they could even hear his bones crackling.

Liu Zizhan’s own cultivation was not low, having reached the late Nascent Soul stage. However, at this moment, faced with the terrifying aura of a Tribulation-Crossing Stage cultivator—even a mere trace of it—he was instantly plunged into an unfathomable quagmire.

The envoys from South Wind Ancient Country felt as if they had reverted to their helpless childhoods, forced to carry a burden heavier than their own bodies. The pressure was unimaginable, almost crushing them to death.

THUMP—

Under such pressure, they directly knelt down.

And then—

A figure in a splendid white robe floated down like an immortal, exuding an extraordinary elegance. His eyes were like cold stars, his face as fine as carved jade. His brows carried a mix of heroism and devilish charm, and his black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall, reaching his waist. With a man’s form and a woman’s delicate beauty, he stood peerless and alone, like a Banished Immortal descended from the heavens to the mundane world. If ever there were a person who could topple kingdoms, it would be him.

Then, that figure floated forward. The dim candlelight cast patches of gold on the dark floor as the man walked silently.

BOOM—

Amidst the heavy rain, thunder boomed.

By this time, the South Wind envoys were already half-kneeling. Liu Zizhan struggled to lift his eyelids, managing only to glimpse a pair of moon-white boots and the hem of a similarly colored robe, where golden and silver threads outlined auspicious patterns of intertwined dragons and phoenixes. Though rendered with just a few sparse strokes, each design was unique and vivid, exuding supreme majesty.

Rainwater dripped from his black hair onto the floor of the great hall, leaving behind a faint, yellowish stain.

Lin Jinyu looked at the man before her, feeling a weight lift from her heart. The pressure of the past few days had drained her. As her phoenix eyes watched him, she rose, retreated, and silently took her place behind him.

Ji Nanjue took his seat on the dragon throne. His eyes indifferently scanned everyone below as he said faintly, "Though We possess wealth as vast as the four seas, We do not have an inch of land to spare. Barely half a day has passed without Our presence, and yet you seize the opportunity to demand Hua Province. Do you take Us for a pushover?"

"Who exactly is sabotaging the good relations between our two countries?"

"If you are ruthless, can you blame Us for being unjust?"

"..."

That face, capable of toppling cities, was extremely beautiful, yet it was like the blooms of the Red Spider Lily—stunningly beautiful, yet making people shrink back in apprehension!

Liu Zizhan swallowed hard; he had no doubt that if he showed the slightest hint of defiance, his head would be on the ground in the next instant.

Damn it! How could the Eastern Emperor possibly have returned alive? Could it be that even the Blood Refining array failed to contain him!?

The King of An Nan narrowed his eyes. His large hands, hidden within his sleeves, were tightly clasped. He kept his head bowed, showing no expression or reaction. The King of the North remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the kneeling Liu Zizhan. King Fuzhong, in contrast, still wore a cheerful smile.

"Foreign Minister Liu Zizhan greets... the Eastern Emperor." Clenching his jaw and braving the pressure, Liu Zizhan spoke word by word, his back already soaked with sweat.

The moment the Eastern Emperor appeared, he knew all his plans for this visit to Dongfeng Ancient Country had gone up in smoke.

"Hah, weren’t you clamoring to see Us just now?" Ji Nanjue said. "If We hadn’t seen you, We would have been accused of sabotaging diplomatic relations. You truly are bold!"

"..."

Liu Zizhan, with his head lowered, said respectfully, "This foreign minister admits his fault. Please, Your Majesty, forgive me."

Ji Nanjue lifted his chin slightly and said in a cold voice, "You still want Hua Province? Go back and tell the South Emperor, if he wants it, he should come and talk to Us personally."

"What’s wrong? You were all quite talkative just now, weren’t you? Why are you silent now? Have you all gone mute?"

"..."

The few people behind Liu Zizhan were already frightened out of their wits, shivering, their eyeballs bulging under Ji Nanjue’s terrifying aura.

Li Zijun’s eyelashes fluttered. She sensed a trace of Evil Qi emanating from Ji Nanjue. This was due to the Confucian Tri-Energy within her, which inherently repelled this type of Evil Qi. It seems my suspicions were not wrong.

If the Eastern Emperor were to disappear, Dongfeng Ancient Country would fall into chaos. Consequently, the Sects within its borders would take sides, inevitably spiraling into strife and a troubled world. And those Evil Cultivators would likely seize this opportunity to plunder various Gifted Constitutions!

However, what role did my master play in all this?

Liu Zizhan was sweating profusely, unable to utter a word under this immense pressure.

Seeing this, Ji Nanjue stood up and waved his hand, speaking indifferently, "Dismissed."

He then disappeared into the grand hall with Lin Jinyu, leaving everyone in the hall to exchange bewildered glances.

The King of An Nan’s expression was meaningful as he passed by Liu Zizhan. Patting his shoulder, he whispered, "Mr. Zizhan..."

He then turned and walked away.

Liu Zizhan shuddered.

「...」

The rain stopped, and the clouds rolled and smoothed out.

The air was mingled with the fresh scent of earth.

Li Zijun returned to the courtyard. Her eyes held a gentle smile as she watched Duo’er and Er Lu, who had already organized everything. Her lips parted slowly as she began to speak, "Zijun has relied entirely on Duo’er and Uncle Er Lu this time."

Er Lu’s expression was grave, yet he spoke, "Miss Zijun, I think it’s better if we travel together. Jinling City isn’t far from the Northern Border Pass."

"..."

Li Zijun clasped her hands, gazing at Er Lu with her deep, starry eyes. The breeze stirred the three thousand strands of her dark, silken hair behind her as she said, "The enemy is surely prepared this time. Zijun can only ensure her safety by staying with the main contingent until we are completely out of Dongfeng Ancient Country’s territory."

"Xiegu City is the first city after leaving Dongfeng Ancient Country. It’s still a thousand li from the Northern Border Pass. Since they could plot to ambush the Eastern Emperor, their remaining forces cannot be substantial."

"..."

Er Lu nodded. After giving his assurance, he and Duo’er disappeared into the horizon.

Li Zijun tilted her fair, jade-like chin upwards, watching their disappearing figures. Her cherry lips parted slightly as she murmured to herself, "With this matter settled, it’s time for the discipleship ceremony."

I wonder if Master will appear in South Wind Ancient Country, just like in my previous life?

Mr. Er Xia must have invited him to Empty Cicada Lake.

"..."

His image appeared in her mind: his eyes curved in a smile, his lips turned up, and his two shallow dimples brimming with sweetness.

Master, it’s nearly time.

Zijun is close to uncovering the truth...

"..."

She gazed at the spring water in the courtyard, her eyes swirling. Glimmers of light emanated from her, and the entire world seemed to gain a touch of sanctity. The Spirit of the Sage, the Vast Qi, the Spring and Autumn Air—these are the Confucian Tri-Energy.

She lifted a fingertip. The luan birds in the courtyard flocked towards her, blades of grass stretched upright, and flowers bloomed. A gentle breeze rustled through. Ripples spread across the emerald pond, and her ruqun skirt fluttered like a banner, slowly unfurling like gentle waves.

She took a wooden carving from her storage ring. It depicted only a large head, yet the eyes and brows were unmistakably his. She clutched the wooden carving to her chest, its warm fragrance filling her embrace.

Will there be a City God Temple in this life?

Will there be that all-night sky full of rosy clouds?

Her gentle whisper was full of tenderness.

For a moment, all was tranquil.

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