Chapter 557
“Damn it, just shut up for a moment!”
Elder Han He noticed that the Xun Tian Wei was glaring at him with a menacing look, as if ready to pounce at the slightest provocation. The old man felt a wave of despair wash over him.
It was the rebellious Shanggwu who was in the wrong; why were they focusing on me, the lonely prince?
With all this white hair on my head, will I even live to see the day I ascend the throne?
“Li brother, you... I...”
Wu Chushu’s eyes were vacant, as if he were caught in an internal struggle.
Smack—
Elder Zeng quickly slapped the back of his head, clearing his mind with a sharp look.
You can learn other things, and if you don’t do well, it’s just a bit embarrassing. But this? You’ve really learned it?
“Li brother really managed to take Tianren City without shedding a drop of blood.”
Xiao Qin sighed, feeling both amazed and honored.
Part of this was thanks to the Qianxing Jue, which Li brother had mastered beyond his understanding.
Qianxing refers to various forms and intentions.
Li brother didn’t just practice alone; he spread the Qianxing Jue to everyone, which in turn benefited him, helping both himself and others.
“Hey, Lao Huang, what are you writing?”
Murong Xiao noticed that Huang Donglai had been scribbling something since earlier.
Without looking up, Huang Donglai replied, “I’m summarizing Li brother’s successful experiences.”
“Successful experiences in rebellion?”
“Yeah.”
“......”
Murong Xiao thought to himself that Da Yu hadn’t reached that point yet.
At that moment, someone pointed at Li Mo in the Jiangshan Sheji map, their tone filled with confusion:
“Have you noticed something’s off with Li Mo?”
.....
Under the canopy, Emperor Jingtai’s deep gaze held a hint of sigh:
“The Tianren Divine Sword contains not only the way of chivalry but also the way of emperors. This is my fault; if it weren’t for this, Su Jun wouldn’t...”
Li Mo had only grasped thirty percent of the sword’s essence, with zero understanding of the sword paths of generals and emperors.
Jiang Yu was well-versed in the emperor’s sword path.
This was also why Jingtai had never held out hope for his prince from the very beginning.
He had walked this path once before, and it had ended in failure.
As for the sword of chivalry, no one had ever attempted it, as it was far too complex.
Yet Jingtai furrowed his brow and said:
“His current state seems influenced by the emperor’s sword essence, but it’s not entirely... If Li Mo were to be affected, he should have been long ago...”
Emperor Jingtai had allowed Li Mo to wield the divine sword earlier.
He wanted to see if Li Mo had the mental fortitude to resist the sword’s temptation, if he was worthy of it.
The outcome was clear: Li Mo had no interest in the emperor’s way; his heart was pure, and even if he wanted to learn, he wouldn’t be able to.
He couldn’t have been pretending all along...
“The Blood God left a backup plan within the sword.”
The old woman Yan Tian said solemnly.
“What kind of backup?”
“I can’t be sure, but it’s likely more formidable than the trials within the divine sword itself.”
Seeing the old woman’s expression, Emperor Jingtai fell silent for a moment, his face darkening as he uttered two words:
“Longevity?”
He could ask this because he had thought about it himself.
For someone who had reached the pinnacle of wealth, status, and power, what could still be considered a temptation?
Jingtai asked himself, and he found he couldn’t refuse.
If even an emperor couldn’t escape this temptation, then what about him...
The old woman clasped her hands and said, “I cannot predict the Blood God or Li Mo; I discovered it too late. Please forgive me, Your Majesty.”
“How could I blame you?”
Jingtai gazed at the Jiangshan Sheji map, his fingers gripping the teacup turning blue with tension, a faint light flickering in his eyes.
At that moment, this emperor seemed less like a ruler of the heavens and earth and more like a drowning man, watching helplessly as the lifeline he clutched was about to snap...
Meanwhile, in the projection, Li Mo’s hand gripped the divine sword, and a hint of blood-red light flickered within its brilliance.
Anyone with eyes could see that something was amiss.
“What’s going on?”
“The Tianren Divine Sword was once seized by the Blood God, tainted by his foul blood. Could it be...”
“Is it a method left by the Blood God?”
“That’s a being that spans both the Great Shang and Great Yu, even tracing back to the ancient Demon Summoning Cult.”
“Can Li Shaoxia withstand it?”
The once-boisterous imperial capital fell silent again, many faces turning pale.
.....
Within Tianren City, in the Heavenly City.
The blood light within the divine sword grew ever more intense.
“Thank goodness we didn’t try to touch the divine sword back then.”
Many from the Tian clan had indeed entertained that thought, but hadn’t acted on it yet.
If it weren’t for Li Mo’s demonstration today, stepping forward would have been only a matter of time.
“Hmph, he’s just shooting himself in the foot.”
Po Jun snorted, his expression complex.
He genuinely admired Li Mo, and even though he had been deceived, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
“Is my brother-in-law going to be okay...?” Feng Zhi thought anxiously.
The Tian clan members didn’t dare to approach recklessly, uncertain of what other changes might occur, especially since the people of Mo City were guarding Li Mo closely, not allowing anyone near.
The most anxious were undoubtedly Dong Ge Yu and the others.
“Li Mo, you...”
“I can handle it; don’t come any closer.”
Li Mo reminded them with the last bit of clarity he had left.
Then, his consciousness sank, and he was completely enveloped by the enchanting light of the divine sword. Amidst the hazy brilliance, his awareness fell into darkness.
“Your Majesty, your health is deteriorating...”
A sharp voice echoed in his ears, accompanied by the jostling of a carriage. It seemed he was in a carriage.
The carriage was spacious and grand, like a moving palace, surrounded by a formidable army with banners flying high.
A eunuch knelt before his sickbed, cautiously reporting.
“I just wanted to ascend the throne...”
“What are you doing here?”
Li Mo’s consciousness was already faint and weak, and now, with his body nearing its limits, he couldn’t even speak.
Moreover, it seemed he couldn’t act according to his will.
All he knew was that he seemed no longer in the realm of heaven and earth.
Instead, he was in a historical period from his past life, sweeping across the world with overwhelming force, only to fall like a comet.
How swift was that?
The animated story of this empire took longer to be released than the empire itself lasted...
The reasons for the empire’s collapse were numerous, but the most talked-about was the sudden death of its great ruler. People believed the empire met its end along with his life.
Ironically,
This prematurely departed emperor had exhausted all his resources, using the strength of the entire nation to seek immortality.
In the end, he died, his wealth vanished, leaving behind a legacy that was met with mixed reviews.
“I... have become Qin Shihuang?!”
**Chapter 634: The Origin of Blood Rebirth**
Li Mo’s mind echoed with the images of his life.
As a child in a foreign land, he lived in fear and poverty, taken as a hostage by his father. Later, when his father returned alone, he became a discarded pawn.
Finally, after surviving in the shadows for six years, he returned to the kingdom as the crown prince.
He faced cold treatment in Zhao, and upon returning to Qin, it only worsened.
Many said he wasn’t his father’s son, that he didn’t carry the blood of the Great Qin. He was taciturn, unlike other noble offspring who were talented and exuded nobility.
Other noble children never regarded him as a prince, constantly mocking his lineage. Under his silent endurance, their veiled jabs turned into open ridicule.
That day, he could no longer bear the humiliation of his mother and confronted them.
But they were many, strong and towering; he was no match for them.
He called out to his father for help, but saw only embarrassment in his father’s eyes.
Like the other nobles, his father found him a disgrace, as if his very existence was proof of his father’s humiliation in Zhao.
So he gave up resisting, just as he had in Zhao.
People said he was weak and cowardly, not like a noble, not like a future king.
No one cared that he had been steeped in poverty and fear since birth, that the tragic fate brought on by his noble lineage had become his sin.
After four tumultuous years, his grandfather and father passed away in succession.
That day, he took the royal seal of the Qin.
Fortunately, in these past ten years, his greatest strengths had been patience and hiding his light.
Eight years later, his brothers betrayed him, and the following year, Lao Ai rebelled with his mother’s support, while his father’s overwhelming power choked him.
Looking at his mother’s gentle face, it became...
Twisted and mad with power.
The last warmth in his heart was completely snatched away by the cold.
The king sitting on the throne finally obtained all his power.
And became a true孤家寡人 (lonely figure).
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