Chapter 1396 - Chapter 1396: Becoming the Emperor (2) (1/2)
Chapter 1396: Becoming the Emperor (2)
In the symphony of drums, a middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow Dragon robe and a flat crown slowly stepped out of the White Emperor temple.
Usually, the Ascension of the Crown Prince was a major event for the country. The ceremony was complicated, especially when the new emperor replaced the old one. It was often accompanied by funerals, so only whips were sounded and no music was played.
The new emperor also had to wear mourning clothes, kneel three times and kowtow nine times in front of the previous Emperor’s spirit, and carry out sacrificial ceremonies in the ancestral temple.
However, these were not suitable for the current situation, so they were omitted.
After the yellow-robed Prince led the civil and military officials to worship the heavens, he stood on the high platform in front of the White Emperor temple and looked down at the officials with an imposing aura.
A white-robed sorcerer from the Directorate of Celestials stood on the lower side and faced the officials. He opened the Imperial edict in his hand and said in a clear voice, ”
since the Wu Zong rebellion, my ancestors have hidden in the mountains and endured humiliation for generations to come. I dare not forget the ancestral teachings for a moment. I will work hard to rule and take back the country …
“Today, the Imperial court of Da Feng is decadent, and the new emperor is incompetent, causing the people to live in misery. As a descendant of the Ji family, I am the legitimate heir of the royal family. In addition to being heartbroken, I should make a loud cry and turn the tide …
“Today, I am the Emperor of Yunzhou, and the name of the country is” Guang Fu.”I hope that all of you will be loyal to me and assist me in my plan for hegemony.
“When the country is established, the rites follow the long bow, and the foundation of the world is there. My son, Ji Xuan, is both civil and military. As the will of the heavens, he will be the Crown Prince and the main seat of the eastern Palace.”
After the white-robed sorcerer finished reading, he put away the Imperial edict and stood silently to the side.
All of the officials knelt down and shouted,”long live Your Majesty!”
In the sky above the cloud Prefecture city, the wind controlling boat was quietly floating.
Ji Xuan stood by the side of the ship and listened to the thunderous roars below. Even if he was high up in the sky, he could still hear it clearly.
The people of the cloud state city had gathered in the streets and alleys outside the White Emperor temple to watch the ceremony.
To them, it didn’t matter who became the Emperor. The people were always concerned about “food and clothing.” His father had only reduced the taxes for three years, and he had easily won over the people of Yunzhou.
“If I don’t become a transcendent now, when should I?”
A gentle voice suddenly rang out, and a clear light rose. Xu Pingfeng, who was dressed in white, appeared in the wind-riding boat.
“I’m just waiting for Imperial Preceptor!”
Said Ji Xuan with a smile.
Xu Pingfeng nodded slightly, raised his hand, and grabbed at the air.
The scattered Dragon Qi let out a silent roar and was unwillingly sucked into his palm.
With a flick of his finger, the dozen or so streams of Dragon Qi rushed into Ji Xuan’s body.
There seemed to be a Golden Dragon swimming in his eyes, shooting out bright golden light.
Xu Pingfeng then flicked out two more shapeless and incorporeal strands of fate energy, which entered Ji Xuan’s body.
This was the luck of du Nan and du fan, the two Vajra realm martial artists. He used the means of a second-grade Qi refining master to turn these two strands of luck into his own.
Of course, a person’s luck could not be compared to a country’s luck. It was impossible for Ji Xuan to advance to rank-3 by relying on the blood-sucking pill alone.
That’s why there was the conferment just now.
The Crown Prince of Yunzhou was naturally blessed with luck.
Even though this fate could not be compared to Xu Qi ‘an, who had half of the fate of the country.
“I can only let the Dragon Qi stay in your body for 15 minutes. You should quickly level up.” Xu Pingfeng said.
Even though he was a second-grade Warlock, it was still difficult for him to manipulate Dragon Qi. He could only exert influence on it, and his time was limited.
Ji Xuan took out a box from his chest and opened it with a “pa” sound. A pure blood-red light was reflected in his eyes.
A tremendous amount of life force filled the wind-controlling boat.
Ji Xuan’s hands trembled uncontrollably as he heard the heart thumping wildly in his chest.
Once this blood pill entered his stomach, there would only be two outcomes. One was to become a transcendent realm martial artist and rise to the peak of the nine regions. Or they would die and turn into ashes.
The Imperial advisor had said that even with the Dragon Qi, the luck of the two vajras, and the luck of the Crown Prince, the probability of successfully refining the blood pill was still less than 50%.
It was time to gamble with their lives … Ji Xuan held the blood pill and closed his eyes.
What flashed through his mind were the 20 years of suffering, the sweat-drenched cultivation, and the expectations that Daoist priest jiaoye had held on to him before he died.
Gulp~
The sanguine pill turned into a hot stream and rushed into his stomach.
Ji Xuan’s skin was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He hugged his stomach in pain and curled up on the deck.
Pain, heart-wrenching pain …
The pain that exceeded the limits of a human being drowned him. In just a moment, he lost half of his consciousness.