NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 375: Have You Become a Saint?
Chapter 375: Have You Become a Saint?
A streak of pitch-black light flashed by, and a figure appeared high in the sky, shrouded in black mist, making it impossible to discern his face.
He stood outside the palace’s protective array, his cold eyes gazing down at the crowd below. His voice boomed like thunder, “Little girl, this throne is not for you!”
His voice echoed throughout the Sacred Emperor’s Palace, and the overwhelming aura he exuded made everyone uneasy.
Among the crowd, Jun Chengye’s lips couldn’t help but curl into a faint smile, and his hands clenched tightly within his sleeves.
It’s here, it’s finally here! My throne is coming back!
The night before, the Netherworld Sword Saint had secretly infiltrated Junlin City, and the two of them had agreed on a plan to achieve their respective goals.
The Netherworld Sword Saint, concealing his identity, would strike to kill Jun Fengyao and Jun Fengya, and then take Ye Xuefeng back to the Heavenly Fiend Pavilion.
Without the troublesome Ye Xuefeng, Jun Chengye, as the only remaining prince, could restore order and ascend to the throne.
Even if everyone knew that it was him and the Netherworld Sword Saint behind it, they still needed that veneer of legitimacy.
With Ye Xuefeng gone and his backing from the Heavenly Fiend Hall, who would dare to oppose him?
Originally, Jun Chengye had wanted the Netherworld Sword Saint to enter the Holy Emperor’s Palace that very night and kill everyone.
But the Netherworld Sword Saint had claimed that he needed to rest after his long journey.
He had traveled day and night, racing across two countries like he was fleeing for his life, and even as a Saint, he was exhausted both physically and mentally.
Although that brat hadn’t become a Saint yet, with the palace’s array and the dragon’s aura, it would still be troublesome.
Jun Fengyao, unaware of these details, looked at the shadowy figure and felt the overwhelming aura of a Saint. Her expression became slightly more serious.
At that moment, a voice echoed in her ear that filled her with both love and hatred: “Ignore him. Lure him in.”
Although she didn’t want to admit it, hearing that voice instantly calmed her down.
It was as if as long as he was there, even if the sky fell, someone would be there to hold it up.
But this sense of reliance made her angry. She didn’t want to depend on anyone anymore.
With nowhere to vent her frustration, Jun Fengyao could only glare coldly at the unknown saint high in the sky.
“This is my Junyan Empire’s business. If this Saint wants to meddle, he should at least have the courage to show his face first.”
After saying that, she ignored the intruder and extended her hand to Zhao Ban. “Zhao Ban, continue the ceremony!”
Zhao Ban responded and quickly handed her the black scroll containing the sacrificial text for the heavens.
Jun Fengyao stood in front of the altar, unrolled the scroll, and began to read the sacrificial text.
The intruder, a Saint himself, couldn’t believe that he was being ignored by a mere girl. His anger boiled over.
“Little girl, you’ve gone too far!”
He unleashed sword strike after sword strike, raining down a torrent of sword light upon the palace’s protective array.
The crowd watched as the array shook violently, on the verge of collapsing, and their expressions changed.
“Where is the Saint King?”
“Please, Heavenly Evil Saint King, intervene!”
But the surroundings remained eerily silent. The Netherworld Sword Saint continued his assault, sneering, “That brat is probably scared out of his wits.”
Still, it was no easy task to break through the palace’s array that was not actively controlled.
Jun Chengye clenched his fists tightly, growing increasingly anxious. He cursed the Netherworld Sword Saint for choosing this very moment to act.
Once Jun Fengyao completed the sacrificial ceremony and officially ascended the throne, the Dragon Aura would fully recognize her.
Unless she abdicated, even if she were killed, the Dragon Aura would simply dissipate.
The precious dragon aura, once dispersed, would mean the loss of the Junyan Empire’s fortune accumulated over the years, forcing them to start anew.
Fortunately, the Netherworld Sword Saint was, after all, a Great Ascension Realm Saint, and the sacrifice ceremony was extremely complex.
Even though Jun Fengyao had simplified it, it still took nearly half an hour to complete the necessary steps.
As Jun Fengyao approached the final steps of the ceremony, there was a loud crash, and the protective shield of the Holy Emperor’s Palace shattered.
The Netherworld Sword Saint flew in like a heavenly being and sneered, “You want to be the Holy Emperor? Dream in the next life!”
One after another, transparent long swords emerged from the void behind him and shot at Jun Fengyao at lightning speed.
Zhao Ban and Wei Ting stepped forward to intercept them, but they were knocked back by the dense rain of swords and fell to the ground.
The Netherworld Sword Saint advanced toward Jun Fengyao with a storm of sword light and an overwhelming killing intent.
On the altar, Jun Fengyao remained motionless, her eyes calm as if she had already accepted her fate.
A figure formed by black mist appeared before her, raising a hand to create a curtain of thunder, blocking all the sword rain.
The Netherworld Sword Saint continued his advance, sneering, “Ye Xuefeng? I thought you wouldn’t dare show your face.”
Lin Fengmian’s lips curled into a faint smile as he replied, “How could I not? After all, I’ve been waiting for you.”
With a single sword strike, he forced the Netherworld Sword Saint back.
The Netherworld Sword Saint looked at Lin Fengmian in shock. “You’ve become a Saint?”
He instinctively looked at Jun Chengye, who had claimed that Ye Xuefeng had not gone through the Tribulation Crossing and had been in the palace the whole time.
He even suspected that Jun Chengye was conspiring with Lin Fengmian to trap and kill him.
After all, the shattered palace array was rapidly closing, which was clearly a trap.
Lin Fengmian’s eyes flashed with killing intent as he sneered, “Do I need your permission to become a Saint?”
In the next instant, the sound of a sword resonated explosively. Lin Fengmian appeared behind the Netherworld Sword Saint and struck with his sword.
The Netherworld Sword Saint hastily defended himself, and the onlookers could only see two streaks of light clashing repeatedly, disappearing and reappearing in an instant.
The thunderous sound of the swords echoed, causing those with weaker cultivation to feel their blood rush and instinctively cover their ears.
The Netherworld Sword Saint’s figure flickered unpredictably, unleashing waves of cold sword qi towards Lin Fengmian.
However, Lin Fengmian easily blocked them, his eyes filled with killing intent as he relentlessly pursued his opponent.
Jun Fengyao watched the two figures intertwined in battle, her gaze lingering on the nervous Jun Chengye, making him shiver.
She took the sacrificial incense from Zhao Ban and calmly said, “Continue the sacrificial ceremony!”
Since the mysterious Sword Saint was being dealt with, she had no need to worry and could focus on completing the ritual.
Once the dragon aura recognized her, even if an outsider killed her, they could only watch as the imperial aura dissipated.
Jun Chengye’s expression changed, and he wanted to stop her.
But under the strict surveillance of Zhao Ban and Wei Ting, he dared not speak and could only watch helplessly as the ceremony continued.
Jun Fengyao burned the incense and prayed, then placed the three sacrificial sticks into the four-legged square cauldron in front of the throne.
Finally, she walked around the cauldron and sat on the highest seat of the altar, the throne symbolizing supreme authority.
The dragon aura descended from the sky, wrapped around Jun Fengyao, and let out a roar to the heavens.
At this moment, she officially ascended as the Holy Emperor of Junyan, and an indescribable aura enveloped her.
From now on, the rise and fall of the Junyan Empire were closely tied to her, sharing both prosperity and decline.
The entire court knelt down and shouted in unison, “We salute Holy Emperor Fengyao! May the Holy Emperor’s blessings reach through the heavens and last forever!”
Jun Chengye knelt down along with the other officials, clenched his hands tightly, and roared unwillingly in his heart.
This should have all been mine!