“Daoist Master Qing Yu is of great merit to the society and the country, and is a great servant to me, so President Zhuge, please think twice before you speak!”
The aura of the Son of Heaven, led by Qing Yu’s soul, made both Feng Mingxiao and Zhuge Longxu feel the pressure.
Feng Mingxiao was fine, after all, he had advanced to the level of God and had a deep foundation. But although Zhuge Longjue is also a natural talent, he himself has not long been a God, and he is also the main target of Qing Yu, so naturally he will not feel well.
He raised his head with great effort and looked into the eyes that were even deeper than before, and Zhuge Longjue could not stop being surprised.
”He has actually — practiced the Heavenly Son Martial Art.”
The Long River of Vast Qi of the Shanhe Academy was created by Meng Shanhe after he had learnt the Heavenly Son Martial Art and imitated the Dragon Veins. Zhuge Longjue had a deep connection with the Long River of Vast Qi, so he naturally knew where Feng Jiuyu’s power came from.
It was because of this knowledge that he was shocked.
The previous Emperor of Zhou, Feng Tianming, was nearly at the peak of the True Dan stage, but even with such strength, he was unable to practise the Heavenly Son martial arts. Although there was also the factor of his state of mind, Feng Tianming was still much stronger than Feng Jiuyu.
But now, Feng Jiuyu had practised the Heavenly Son Martial Art.
Zhuge Long Su felt bad.
If Feng Jiuyu had practised the Heavenly Son Martial Art, together with the mysterious and unpredictable Qing Yu Demon Dao, the Imperial Eunuch Leng, and perhaps even Feng Mingxiao, the power of the Imperial Family could already vaguely compete with the Mountain River Academy.
The increase in royal power would also be a way for Feng Jiuyu to be more carefree, allowing Northern Zhou to develop in the direction he wanted.
Without Meng Shanhe’s presence, Zhuge Long Su was no longer able to stop Feng Jiuyu.
“Your Majesty, I have not made the slightest false claim about Qing Yu’s origins, so please don’t trust him gullibly and think twice, Your Majesty.” In the end, Zhuge Long Su could only say this earnestly.
The strength Feng Jiuyu had shown was a sign that this Emperor of Northern Zhou was not the same Feng Tianming of the past, who had a heart but no power, but would have a greater voice and greater power.
It was no longer possible for him to act like a Tong Shen realm to check and balance the Emperor.
The Grand Princess Feng Mingxiao spoke up, “Since Your Majesty has practised the Heavenly Son martial arts, there is no need for this palace to worry more. I think that even if Daoist Master Qing Yu has mischievous intentions, he will not be able to deceive His Majesty. The court has not been able to convict him on the basis of a little speculation.”
Feng Mingxiao was aware of Feng Jiuyu’s trust in Qing Yu, and she even guessed from her last conversation with Feng Jiuyu that Qing Yu could help Feng Jiuyu cultivate the Heavenly Son martial arts.
Since this was the case, then no sin could be laid on Qing Yu. So what if Qing Yu was a traitor to the True Martial Sect, as long as he could truly a*sist the Northern Zhou, then the Northern Zhou would be able to tolerate him.
“The words of the Grand Princess are very much to my liking, haha.” Qing Yu laughed as he took control of Feng Jiuyu’s body.
Accompanying the laughter was the weakening of the aura like a landslide, and the ministers breathed a sigh of relief in unison.
Even though the aura had not been directed at the officials, it was still difficult for the ministers to hold on with just a little aftermath. Now that the pressure had been lifted, the ministers were relieved.
But after the relief, the psychological activities of the ministers became even more intense, because the completion of the Son of Heaven’s martial arts represented the strength of the Son of Heaven and the strength of Northern Zhou.
If it wasn’t for the fact that the atmosphere in the hall was still strange and Zhuge Long Su was cold-faced, the ministers would have already started to congratulate him.
[Next, it will be handed over to you. I need to train my old body properly, and I will need this body for some time to come.
[Good.
The spirit of Qing Yu receded, and Feng Jiuyu regained control of his body.
“Wang Qing,” Feng Jiuyu said, “I order you to be the main general, with Li Xianzhong and Lin Zilai as vice-generals, and raise 50,000 elite troops to join with Xu Tie Cheng at Feiyun Pa*s and attack the gra*sland together.”
Wang Yuehe, Li Xianzhong and Lin Zilai were all loyalists promoted by Feng Jiuyu, and the three of them, together with Xu Tie Cheng, and the water corpses in Feiyun Pa*s, would be sufficient to attack and kill the gra*sland.
As for the possible appearance of the Tong Shen realm, it would be left to Qing Yu.
“I obey the order.” In the queue of military officials, two more people marched out and joined Wang Yuehe in a respectful manner.
“Very well,” Feng Jiuyu rose and said, “This is not a court meeting, so all the ministers should disperse. Tonight is the night of the full moon and the Mid-Autumn Festival, so all of you should go back to your families.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty.”
One after another, the civil and military officials retired, and none of them paid any attention to Zhuge Long Su, the director of the Shan He Academy.
The controversy this time was already provoking the conflict between Feng Jiuyu and Zhuge Long Su. Feng Jiuyu showed great strength and Zhuge Longjue fell into a disadvantage, which allowed the hundred officials and ministers to see the reversal of strength and weakness.
The scenario of Ouyang Yan facing Feng Tianming forcefully, as he did at the 8th day of the lunar month two years ago, will no longer occur. At least, not while Feng Jiuyu, the powerful emperor, was on the throne.
Therefore, the hundred officials naturally understood what they should do in response.
“Dean Zhuge,” Feng Mingxiao looked at the somewhat disoriented Zhuge Longxu and apologised, “I’m sorry, but this palace is ultimately a royal person.”
Since they were royal people, they should put the interests of the royal family first. Especially at this time when the royal family is dying, all members of the royal family are doubly united.
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“Dang–”
When Feng Jiuyu entered the underground palace again, he only heard the morning bell ringing and a burst of Sanskrit sounds echoing in the underground palace, and a huge golden bell tattooed with the five Buddhas could be seen from afar slowly rotating.
Qing Yu’s tiny body was still suspended in the air, his small hands emitting clear and holy qi, guiding the dozens of relics scattered in the air to emit pure Buddhist energy and injecting it into his old body.
Although he had already advanced to the level of a God, this old body had not been baptized by a God, and was still as strong as before. If one wanted to use this body to bring out the battle power of a God, one would still need to quench its physique to the Godlike realm.
The twelfth level of the Golden Bell Shroud is almost enough to bring into play the Tong Shen battle power.
As each relic turned into flying ash, the Golden Bell became more and more radiant and enormous. Finally, after reaching a certain apex, a huge bell sound erupted.
“Dong–”
The deafening sound of the bell was audible to the human ear, but it had the intention of a head-banging sound. Ignoring the sound of the bell, Feng Jiuyu strolled forward and looked at the child’s figure suspended in the air and the white-haired Daoist sitting on his knees.
“What are you doing here instead of reuniting with your family during the Mid-Autumn Festival?”
The one who spoke was not the child hovering in the air, but the white-haired Daoist sitting on the ground.
The white haired Daoist’s eyes were moving and he slowly got up and stretched his muscles and bones. His movements were so agile that he could not be seen to be possessed in the slightest.
In fact, as it was Qing Yu’s old body, this body fitted so well that there was not the slightest flaw of possession.
“I’m afraid you’ll be lonely if I let you stay in the lonely underground palace, after all, you’re just a child now.” Feng Jiuyu laughed.
In his heart, there was a rare relief, because Qing Yu, who was the one to rely on, was already strong enough.
