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Chapter 774: 764 Chapter: Capital City Turmoil (Part 1)

"Is this adequate?"

Outside the Qiankun Hall in Yundu, in the endless void outside, a voice suddenly emerged, questioning the Old Celestial Master who was always guarding outside the hall.

"At this stage, King Xiang is almost unbeatable, and the strength of that young lad from the Siao family is not inferior to King Xiang’s. It would be best if they could stay calm and not engage each other; otherwise, even with the Four Holy Army to suppress them, it would be quite troublesome."

"What about the situation in the Royal Capital? Any news?"

"That person has already reached the Royal Capital, and will make a move within the next few days..."

"Who exactly does ’that person’ refer to?"

A faint voice arose, and the Celestial Master, unsurprised, turned to look. At the entrance of Qiankun Hall, standing with his hands behind his back, was none other than the Emperor of the Central Plains, dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe!

"Naturally, it refers to someone within your forces whom no one can contend with," the Old Celestial Master said.

"I have five hundred thousand Ghost Soldiers; you think you can destroy my foundation with just one person?"

"Your foundation has always been unstable!

" The Old Celestial Master spoke somberly, "Shortcuts are not so easily taken.

The Mother and Child Ghost Temples indeed provide a quick way to amass military strength, but as with everything in this world, there are pros and cons.

The Mother and Child Ghost Temples can open the gates of Yin and Yang by harnessing the resentment of young children, but they also have their risks.

Once the temples are destroyed, the flames lit within the Mother and Child Ghost Temples will extinguish, and that is the foundation for the Ghost Generals to remain in the mortal realm. "

"You are too hasty..."

The Emperor frowned at the other party—how could he not be hasty? How else to deal with those four major guilds?

Those powers had been accumulating for countless years, hiding who knows how many means. The slightest inattention could lead to endless calamities. If he didn’t take advantage of the opponent’s current weakness to completely wipe them out, what would he use to compete with them later?

"Your Majesty should think it over carefully.

I still say the same thing, both you and King Xiang are extraordinary among humans.

If you are willing to coexist with the Ancient Demon, then Later on, there will be a place for you in this world.

But if you remain deluded, you will be the last Emperor of the Human Race! "

The Emperor: "....."

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Weichi Residence...

"Dad, you should eat a bit more."

The Weichi Residence was now overrun with people; the various branches were pressing the main family to make a decision, and Weichi Peng knew his father was under tremendous pressure.

Even though more than a decade ago, by publicly defeating his father, he became the Family Head of the Weichi Clan—his martial prowess was recognized, but the family’s major decisions were still held by his father, and he never worried about it.

His father was a stable man, the Weichi Clan had always been a favored choice for the leader of the Imperial Army by the Royal Family; political acuity wasn’t a necessity.

Therefore, ever since the rise of the Weichi Clan, it had been smooth sailing, generally as long as the major direction wasn’t wrong, there wouldn’t be problems. But this time, on the major path, divergence had appeared within the family.

"How can you eat?" The father looked at his carefree son and for a moment, his old face darkened.

"Dad, there’s nothing bigger than eating, isn’t that what you taught me?" Weichi Peng said with a smile as he placed the food down: "We warriors can’t fight without a full stomach, right?"

"The question is, who can you still beat now?" Patriarch Weichi asked Weichi Peng.

At that question, Weichi Peng’s face stiffened slightly, and he managed a somewhat awkward smile.

Five years ago, he was the ceiling of the young generation of Great Jin, and there were few warriors in the world who could defeat him, and the Weichi Clan took pride in him.

But within just a few years, he fell behind by who knows how much, and now even Weichi Feihu, that damned kid, was more than he could handle. Sometimes he couldn’t help but lament how small individual strength was compared to the great era.

"My child, do you blame me?" Patriarch Weichi looked at Weichi Peng’s awkward smile, sighed inwardly, and said, "That year, when you failed to subdue Jiangnan, if I had let you stay in Jiangnan, with your talents, Chen Qing would have definitely put you to good use.

Who knows how far you would have reached by now. "

"What’s there to blame?" Weichi Peng waved his hand dismissively: "Jiangnan was an opportunity, but whether it was Wei Gongcheng or that guy Weichi Feihong, they took their chances with Chen Qing before he rose to power, took the risks, and ended up reaping the rewards, which was only to be expected. I didn’t do anything; why should I waltz in and pluck the peaches?

Besides, I am at least the head of the Weichi Clan.

Those two brats have made it in Jiangnan, but someone needs to stay and support you, Dad, right? "

"You kid..." Patriarch Weichi shook his head with a smile, feeling somewhat emotional for a moment.

Deciding to have Weichi Peng come back then was based on that consideration.

A major clan, in these turbulent times, cannot put all its eggs in one basket.

Weichi Feihong and Weichi Feihu, both ostensibly severed ties with the Weichi Clan, but in reality, they were the Weichi Clan’s investment in Jiangnan.

With two outstanding descendants there, a pillar like Weichi Peng naturally could not stay as well; otherwise, what would the Emperor think of the Weichi Clan?

But he never expected that Emperor Siao would take it this far...

If he had known that staying here meant needing to consort with those beings that were neither human nor ghost, he would have taken the Weichi Clan and joined Jiangnan long ago.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

"Vassal families all wish to join it, but I know that no matter how much those ghosts flaunt their power, they are no longer human!" Patriarch Weichi said with a bitter smile: "Seeing other families benefit one after another, it’s normal that they can’t resist, but opening this door is really something we can’t afford to do. .."

Weichi Peng remained silent beside him; he didn’t know what to say to comfort his father.

The Weichi Clan did not want to degrade into ghost people, and the Emperor turned a blind eye to this, for the Weichi Clan had made significant contributions. As long as they did not commit any grave errors, the Emperor had no reason to exterminate them completely.

But he couldn’t hold back the ambitions of the people under him...

Those families that worshipped at the Mother and Child Ghost Temples and consorted with evil spirits, each gained incredible advantages.

Many of their profligate descendants obtained transcendent powers.

Transcendence... It is what all descendants of bloodline powers dream of.

To transcend is to break free from bloodline limitations and thus from the shackles of life span.

Compared to magicians, who might live several hundred years, bloodline warriors living to a hundred is rare and their death comes with extreme agony.

There’s a chance to break through without a significant price to pay, merely the cost of some mortal children’s lives. What’s the harm in that?

And as for becoming part of the Ghost Race, what of it?

They, bloodline warriors, are already half-human, half-demon monsters, not the same species as ordinary mortals. Why should they feel any psychological burden?

Therefore, the Weichi Clan’s vassal families, including the Wei Family, have all been complaining. Up to today, all family heads have come to advise countless times, and today’s visit is the most serious of all. Led by the Wei Family, almost all the vassal family heads were present.

They were set on forcing a stand at the palace today.

"Dad... I understand," Weichi Peng sighed and said: "Many clan members say that joining the Ghost Temple power of the Royal Family doesn’t differ much from obtaining power through worship of deities in Jiangnan, but I’ve been to Jiangnan myself, and I’m very clear there’s a huge difference."

"Jiangnan, despite its abundant spiritual energy, lacks the coldness and resentment found elsewhere. All spiritual power there is incredibly gentle, and all the people who worship the gods are free from malice. But it’s different here.

.." Weichi Peng looked at the gloomy hues outside and spoke gravely: "Everything here is fueled by resentment.

If we compromise with this force, we will become no different from those bloodthirsty demons.

Initially, our bloodline noble families acquired the power from demon bloodlines to resist demons, not to become them! "

"Good!" Patriarch Weichi nodded with satisfaction: "My son’s ability to hold on to this moral heart is commendable.

Although we are temporarily setback, I believe that as long as you find an opportunity, you will surely soar.

My son Peng of the Weichi Clan is destined to be a heroic figure who roams the vast skies! "

Weichi Peng tapped his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed as it was the first time his father had praised him so lavishly. He was about to speak when a strange thought suddenly surged in his mind, causing him to freeze.

"What’s wrong?" Patriarch Weichi asked, curious to see Weichi Peng’s reaction.

"Dad... someone is coming," Weichi Peng said gravely, clutching his chest.

"Who?" Patriarch Weichi looked outside, sensing nothing.

"It should be... Mr. Mu Hongqing..."

Patriarch Weichi was stunned for a moment, then his expression became solemn. He immediately understood why his son reacted so significantly.

The Weichi Clan, especially his son, owed Mu Hongqing an enormous favor!