NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 387: As annoying as your master!
Chapter 387: As annoying as your master!
Jun Yunshang sat quietly for a while before speaking with a hint of weariness, “What time is it now?”
“Your Majesty, it’s almost dawn. It’s almost time for the court session,” a maid answered from outside the door.
Jun Yunshang rubbed her forehead and said calmly, “I understand. Come in and help me prepare for the day.”
She stood up and soon maids entered to help her change into her imperial robes and prepare for the day.
Her expression remained calm, as this was a routine she had repeated countless times.
A moment later, Jun Yunshang, dressed in a special crimson dragon robe, stood in the palace, waving her hand to dismiss the maids.
Normally, she would proceed to the Flame Emperor Hall, but today, the dream she had stirred up some strange thoughts.
With a flash of her figure, she disappeared from the hall and reappeared in another part of the palace.
A massive palace stood before her, and within it was a ten-zhang-tall black longsword bound by countless chains.
Even so, a sharp, overwhelming sword intent still emanated from it, as if it were imprisoning some terrifying demonic entity.
The surface of the sword was covered with densely packed inscriptions, but they were completely unreadable.
Jun Yunshang hovered in mid air, her expression complex as she gazed at the black giant sword. She gently placed her hand on its surface.
“What is your relationship with her? Why was your sword in her possession?”
“Ye Xuefeng, will you really come back to take it? Or is that just another empty promise?”
Recalling the words from a thousand years ago-I will come back to find you-she couldn’t help but think of the young man she had met seven years ago.
The thirteen-year-old boy named Jun Wuxie, who looked exactly like him, as if he was cut from the same mold.
If not for his abysmal talent, she might have thought that he was his descendant.
After all, with his talent, even a child born to a pig would likely possess extraordinary spiritual roots, right?
The boy was the son of the current King of Heavenly Grace, Jun Qingsheng, and the grandson of Jun Chengye.
Although Jun Yunshang felt some aversion to his identity, she couldn’t help but encourage him a few words purely because of his resemblance to the man in her heart.
Of course, she had no idea that those few words would change the boy’s life, but what did it matter?
Who could blame her for being swayed by his face?
Now, seven years had passed. She wondered how Jun Wuxie had grown up.
Had he become even more like the man he was now, or had he changed entirely?
Jun Yunshang suddenly felt a strong desire to see the boy again. Or perhaps, she just wanted to see his face once more.
Even though the image of that man was already etched deep into her soul, seeing him in person was different from merely imagining him.
Moreover, she wanted to know if this was mere coincidence, a calculated move, or perhaps fate itself.
Heavenly Evil, Wuxie (Innocent). Was this really just a coincidence?
The mysterious yet eerily accurate prophecies made her hesitant to draw any conclusions.
After all, he had once jokingly said, “If I am no longer the unparalleled genius of the heavens, please take care of me.”
It seemed like he had foreseen all of this.
Ye Xuefeng, could that boy named Jun Wuxie be you?
At that moment, the black giant sword suddenly trembled violently, knocking her hand away and breaking her train of thought.
A sharp sword qi had cut her hand, leaving a small wound that dripped a single drop of golden blood.
The sword had become increasingly malevolent, a stark contrast to the docile state it was in when she held it close to her heart.
Jun Yunshang pursed her lips and said coldly, “As annoying as your master, always turning your back on people!”
With a graceful movement of her hand, she used the drop of golden blood to write characters in the air.
The golden characters transformed into streams of light that fell onto the black giant sword, suppressing it once more.
Jun Yunshang didn’t linger any longer and turned to leave, leaving the black giant sword behind.
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On the other side, Lin Fengmian slowly awakened from the darkness, opening his eyes to the familiar sight of his secret chamber.
He instinctively felt that the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign would come to kill him, but then he thought, “If that guy could really recognize my aura, I’d probably be dead already.”
After calming himself down, Lin Fengmian was startled to find that the floor around him was once again littered with spirit-shattering talismans.
What had happened this time?
Why did he always wake up to find so many spirit-shattering talismans?
He walked to the door, picked up the jade message slip, and found that it was from Shangguan Yuqiong, instructing him to leave his seclusion immediately and meet her as soon as possible.
Lin Fengmian couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Oh no, is she going to check on my progress with the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art?
Although he had studied the technique, he hadn’t actually practiced it at all.
If that woman found out, breaking his legs wouldn’t be the worst of it-he was more worried about the third leg.
With that in mind, Lin Fengmian decided to study a bit, just enough to give Shangguan Yuqiong something to report.
He took out the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art and paused his Demon Emperor Technique, following the new technique’s circulation path.
Although he was now practicing the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art, he had no intention of abandoning the Demon Emperor Technique. Instead, he planned to cultivate both of them simultaneously.
After his encounter with the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign, the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art had lost much of its appeal.
Although he had only fought the Heavenly Fiend Sovereign twice, he noticed that the man’s condition seemed off.
He wasn’t sure if it was due to the technique or something else, but it had set off alarm bells in his mind.
In his opinion, both the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art and the Demon Emperor Technique were demonic arts. Logically, they shouldn’t clash too much.
Unless it was something as bizarre as the Joyful Union Sect’s Entwined Technique, most demonic arts were generally compatible and could be practiced in tandem.
When Lin Fengmian began to circulate the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art, he was astonished to find that the true essence refined by the Demon Emperor Technique seamlessly transformed into the blood-slaying qi of the Twelve Divine Fiends True Art.
This left him stunned. Would it be impossible to convert it back?
He quickly resumed the Demon Emperor Technique and found that the blood-slaying qi effortlessly returned to the true essence of the Demon Emperor Technique.
Curious, he tried to follow the circulation path of the Qionghua Sword Art and discovered that the Demon Emperor Technique could also transform into the true essence of Qionghua without any resistance.
Moreover, when he actually used it in combat, its power remained unchanged, and it even retained the characteristics of Qionghua’s true essence.
It was as if the Demon Emperor Technique could disguise itself as other types of true essences while retaining their abilities.
Lin Fengmian was overjoyed. He hadn’t expected the Demon Emperor Technique to have such an ability. Now, he wouldn’t have to worry about how to deceive Shangguan Yuqiong.
Upon closer examination, the abilities that the Demon Emperor Technique had given him so far, such as disguise, looting, and escape, seemed to be primarily auxiliary in nature.
Additionally, it surprisingly complemented Luo Xue’s Qionghua Sword Art. He had been puzzled by this, but now he realized that the Demon Emperor Technique had the capacity to absorb and integrate various techniques.
Wasting no more time, Lin Fengmian converted his internal true essence into the Twelve Divine Fiends’ blood-slaying qi and headed out.
Upon opening the door, he found that it was still dark outside, even though it had just turned into night.
The sky was clear, with sparse stars and a bright moon, and a cool breeze blew in, bringing a biting chill.
Since Shangguan Yuqiong’s tone had been urgent, Lin Fengmian didn’t hesitate, even though it was already night, and rushed toward the Joyful Union Hall.
As for whether he was interrupting Shangguan Yuqiong’s pleasure with a man, that was none of his concern.
Lin Fengmian arrived at the main peak, and after being announced, he was led to the Joyful Union Hall.
A moment later, he saw Shangguan Yu, her expression as cold as ice, clearly in a terrible mood.
Lin Fengmian’s heart skipped a beat. Isn’t the sect master supposed to be unpredictable in her emotions?
Why do I always seem to encounter her when she is in a bad mood?
Did I really interrupt her while she was enjoying herself with a man?