Martial Boss Chapter 709

“But ——”

A rare hesitation appeared on Qing Yu’s face, “Have not detected any heavenly opportunity, but there is a —— well, I don’t know if it is considered an abnormal sign, but it makes my heart doubtful.”

The first time I looked up at the stars again, it seemed like I was looking for something, “The Shadow King told me that those people are hiding in the shadows, seeking the immortal opportunity of eternal life. This opportunity should not have appeared in the great tribulation in 1500 years. Those people are creating chaos, using the calamity to lead the calamity, intending to lead it to appear earlier.

My attainments in celestial mechanics are now at the forefront, if not the top, of the world. But for some reason, I have not found the slightest hint of the coming of the Great Tribulation.”

Qing Yu cultivated Fuxi’s “Supreme Gong of Heaven and Earth”, and his own gong methods were very much in line with the Way of Heavenly Signs, and he had even refined various Daoist techniques, so his attainments in Heavenly Signs were growing day by day.

Nowadays, Qing Yu’s attainment in this area is one of the top five in the world, but it should be one of the top ten.

However, it is this top ten attainment that cannot be detected in the slightest.

In theory, with the progress of the robbery leading to the robbery, the time of the great tribulation and the present time are getting closer, it should be easier to divine.

“It’s just that perhaps I’m not as strong as I should be.”

After thinking about it and still not coming up with a reason, Qing Yu could only put this moment aside for the time being at this point and focus on improving his strength.

“If there is a big event, you can go ahead and wake me up.”

After saying that, Qing Yu’s figure was in the air, flying towards the huge statue of the sky in front of the Taihe Hall.

This time, the retreat was still in this giant statue. With the nourishment of the Northern Zhou Dragon Vein, the effect of retreat in the statue was better than most cave lands in the world.

“Hum…”

With a slight humming sound, the daoist spell formation lit up and the giant statue began to activate once again.

“Oooh…”

A strong whirring sound was emitted as Yuan Qi was rapidly swallowed for consumption during the activation.

“And you let this demonic dao enjoy the dragon veins of Northern Zhou once again?”

The phoenix shadow flashed by, revealing a magnificent beauty. Feng Mingxiao glanced at the giant statue that was gradually stabilising and said to Feng Jiuyu with dissatisfaction, “The Dragon Vein is a matter of great importance, how can it be used by outsiders? Do you, the emperor of Northern Zhou, want to become the king of the fallen kingdom?”

Aptly, Feng Mingxiao sensed that the Tongtian Giant Statue was activated again, so she hurried over to check it out. Sure enough, she found that the giant statue, which was supposed to suppress the dragon veins of Northern Zhou, had activated again, and was still being used by that Daoist Daoist Qing Yu.

This made Feng Mingxiao feel discontented.

The Dragon Vein was a matter of great importance and should never be used unless as a last resort. Now that it was being used to benefit cultivation, Feng Mingxiao could not help but be annoyed.

“Although the dragon veins are related to the dynasty’s qi, the country’s society is not determined by the dragon veins. Eldest Princess, you are overly concerned.” Feng Jiuyu was still looking at the giant statue and said indifferently.

At these words, Feng Mingxiao’s heart became annoyed, “You believe in that demon dao so much, a statue of a fallen king. The centuries-old rivers and mountains of the Great Zhou will sooner or later be lost in your hands.”

“Great Zhou? Ho,” Feng Jiuyu sneered, turning back to look at Feng Mingxiao and said, “Great Zhou died three hundred years ago, and the rivers and mountains of Great Zhou fell into the hands of others. The only one that still exists today is the Northern Zhou.

I want to use the Northern Zhou to create another Great Zhou, or even an empire that is even better than the Great Zhou.”

Out of the blue, Feng Jiuyu spilled out his ambition, or rather, the decision that had just been made by Qing Yu.

The cultivation of the Heavenly Son martial arts required a vast territory. The more vast the territory a cultivator ruled, the higher the ceiling would be.

Previously, Qing Yu might have simply wanted to use Northern Zhou to gather sustenance for himself, but now, the purpose was different. Qing Yu coveted the benefits brought by the Heavenly Son Martial Arts, that is, if he could not cultivate, he could still use the connection between the robber master and robber slave to melt the harvest of the Heavenly Son Martial Arts.

Moreover, with Feng Jiuyu as his medium, Qing Yu did not have to bear the consequences of cultivating the Heavenly Son Martial Arts. There were only benefits and no downsides, and the rewards were enormous. This kind of good thing was rare to see in a hundred years, and Qing Yu did not want to let it slip through his hands.

Therefore, he silently changed his plan.

“You want to counter-attack Great Qian,” Feng Mingxiao frowned deeply, “you don’t plan to cultivate the Heavenly Son martial arts, do you?”

“Oh?” Feng Jiuyu was puzzled, “Does the Grand Princess also know about the taboo of the Heavenly Son Martial Arts?”

Judging from Feng Mingxiao’s reaction, she was aware of the taboos of the Heavenly Son Martial Arts. If the mind was unable to carry the weight of the community, it would be crushed by the enormous pressure of the mind.

“If the Heavenly Son Martial Art is practiced by those with insufficient mind state, ten deaths will not be lost.” Feng Mingxiao gave Feng Jiuwu a deep look, “At the beginning, this palace asked Dean Zhuge to ask about it and knew the taboos of the Heavenly Son Martial Arts. This is also the reason why this palace did not approve of your father’s request for the Heavenly Son Martial Arts.

Your father did not have this state of mind, and you do not have it now either. If you force yourself to cultivate it, you will only turn into a living dead man.”

“You want me to give up?” Feng Jiuyu said.

He hadn’t really thought that Feng Mingxiao would disapprove of him practising the Heavenly Son Martial Arts. He knew that Feng Mingxiao was more interested in Feng Qiuwu, who had taken refuge in the Shanhe Academy, than he was in Feng Jiuyu.

As he envisaged, Feng Mingxiao would have preferred him to become a living dead and let Feng Qiwu return to ascend the throne.

“Now that the world is in turmoil, you are more suitable to be the emperor than Qiuwu.” Feng Mingxiao said indifferently.

Feng Qiwu was too kind and generous, even if the woman he liked was taken away by Feng Jiuyu, he still chose to give his blessing in silence. Such a heart would be a benevolent ruler in times of peace, but not a qualified one at this time when chaos is about to rise.

If Feng Qiuwu were to become emperor, the Feng family’s power of speech would undoubtedly be reduced, taken away by the civil and military officials and by the Shanhe Academy. Feng Mingxiao certainly prefers Feng Qiwu, but he does not want the Feng family’s emperor to become a puppet either.

On the contrary, if Feng Jiuyu were to be the emperor, there would be the possibility of holding on to the Northern Zhou rivers and mountains.

And over this period of time, Feng Jiuyu’s changes were very obvious. He was slowly evolving into a competent emperor, sensible, indifferent and skilled in the art of power. Feng Mingxiao did not know that Feng Jiuyu’s personality was becoming more and more close to Qing Yu’s, but only thought that he had the potential to do so himself.

By now, in Feng Mingxiao’s eyes, Feng Jiuwu was already more important than Feng Qiuwu. Even though he did not like it in his heart, Feng Mingxiao had to admit that Feng Jiuyu was more suitable to become the emperor.

“Then my nephew will live up to my aunt’s expectations.” Feng Jiuyu said with a light smile.

Once he saw Feng Mingxiao’s support for himself, Feng Jiuwu directly changed his title. Instead of calling the Eldest Princess, he was also directly called Aunt.

This shameless character also seemed to have been influenced by someone.

Feng Mingxiao secretly rolled her eyes in her heart, despising Feng Jiuyu’s ability to see the wind and make things happen, but still said with an expressionless face, “I hope you can afford this trust.”

“Please don’t worry, aunt.”

Feng Jiuwu turned his head to look at the huge statue of Tongtian that was gulping Yuan Qi, ‘We have become the final victors after all.’

In his eyes, there was a moment of listlessness, a flash of lofty profundity that made Feng Jiuyu’s eyes resemble Qing Yu’s.