440: The power struggle is over, and the new emperor of Daxia
“ten thousand souls banner!”
Xie Weilou casually waved his hand, bringing out the ten thousand souls banner.
Inside the ten thousand souls banner, three hundred thousand remnant souls were wandering, and Dragon Old Freak’s soul stood among them, with the surrounding remnant souls not daring to approach.
Not far away, there were also eight Divine Court souls.
“Dragon Old Freak’s soul only has the combat power of an early Divine Court Realm; perhaps I can let him continue to devour.”
Xie Weilou pondered for a moment and then had an idea, intending to let Dragon Old Freak devour once more.
Those remnant souls below the Divine Court Realm were of little use and could be devoured by Dragon Old Freak.
Dragon Old Freak had great potential, and continuing to devour remnant souls should significantly strengthen him.
Buzz!
Xie Weilou formed a hand seal, and Dragon Old Freak’s soul instantly rushed towards those remnant souls, devouring them frantically.
Then he put away the ten thousand souls banner, letting Dragon Old Freak devour on his own.
“Next, I will go into seclusion!”
Xie Weilou muttered to himself.
He planned to cultivate in seclusion for three months. This time, he had obtained two Divine Court demon cores, which he needed to refine with the Demon Refining Art.
The Profound Manifestation demon shadow was currently just a shadow; he needed to condense it into a demon image, and two Divine Court demon cores should be enough.
At the same time, he also needed to cultivate the Heavenly Demon Transformation and the Nine Heavens Kill Technique.
“......”
Xie Weilou took out the two demon cores and closed his eyes.
Boom!
As the Demon Refining Art was performed, the power of the demon cores was extracted, continuously surging into his body...
— — — — — —
Time passed swiftly in cultivation.
Three months went by in a flash.
During these three months, many things happened in Tianqi City.
The biggest event was naturally the struggle for Royal Power.
Yan Junlin and Yan Ruyu were already out of the running, while Yan Ruyi had left Tianqi to wander elsewhere.
As for Yan Quanzhen, she had no interest in that position from the beginning and did not participate in this competition.
The final contenders for that throne were the Second Prince Yan Wuhai and the Third Prince Yan Wuchen.
The remaining princes and princesses were either too young, lacked sufficient foundation, voluntarily gave up, or had already pledged allegiance to one side and dared not easily show themselves.
The competition between Yan Wuhai and Yan Wuchen caused quite a stir.
The three Kings of Great Xia and some Marquises had appeared, and even some armies were approaching Tianqi.
Some high-ranking officials in the court were also making various moves.
However, most of the court officials did not participate in this competition, because Prime Minister Wei, the head of all officials, had not made any moves, so others naturally dared not act rashly.
The competition lasted for two months.
Yan Wuhai proved to be superior; he brought out numerous trump cards, defeated Yan Wuchen, and gained an absolute advantage, finally going to the Emperor Star Pavilion alone.
Not long after, Imperial Preceptor Yuan Tianxiang announced the contents of the imperial dao scroll, and Yan Wuhai’s name was indeed on it!
The fact that Yan Wuhai’s name was on the imperial dao scroll spread throughout Great Xia, which also meant that Yan Wuhai had become the New Emperor of Great Xia.
For the subsequent month, Yan Wuhai cultivated in seclusion in the Emperor Star Pavilion; once he emerged, he could officially assume his position.
Qintian Bureau.
Eighteenth-story Emperor Star Pavilion.
Boom!
The door of the pavilion opened, and Yan Wuhai, in a blue robe, walked out. At this moment, his eyes were deep, and a Divine Court aura permeated his body.
Evidently, he had already refined a portion of Great Xia's Fortune Power, and his cultivation had entered the early Divine Court Realm.
As long as he continued to refine the remaining Fortune Power, his cultivation could become even stronger.
“Greetings, Your Highness... it should be, greetings, Emperor!”
A guard quickly bowed to Yan Wuhai.
Yan Wuhai looked at the guard, paused for a second, and then asked, “Do you think I won?”
The guard immediately said, “Your name is on the imperial dao scroll; everyone knows this, so naturally, you won.”
Yan Wuhai showed a bitter smile: “Actually, I lost... because I am only a tiger...”
The moment he obtained the imperial dao scroll, he discovered that it was blank; there was no one’s name on it.
At first, he thought his Imperial Father’s intention was to let the strong become the Emperor of Great Xia, that only the strong could defeat all sides, obtain the imperial dao scroll, and thus leave their name, becoming the final winner.
But only after Imperial Preceptor Yuan Tianxiang informed him of the details of the Great Xia's Fortune Power did he realize that he was not truly a winner.
The true winners were Xie Weilou, Yan Junlin, Yan Ruyu, Yan Ruyi, and others.
He did win a round, but he only won against Yan Wuchen.
In a struggle between dragons and tigers, the true dragons need to soar through the nine heavens, not be confined to one corner. Xie Weilou and the others were the dragons, destined to go to a more vast world.
As for him, Yan Wuchen, he seemed to have won, but in reality, he was only a tiger, destined to be confined to Great Xia.
Although Imperial Preceptor Yuan Tianxiang told him that refining the Great Xia's Fortune Power would only benefit him and not restrict him.
But he understood that the moment he refined it, an invisible shackle bound him. If he dared to take a risk, he could naturally leave Great Xia with the Great Xia's Fortune Power.
Unfortunately, he dared not take that risk!
Let alone taking a risk, he didn't even have the confidence to openly compete with Xie Weilou, Yan Junlin, Yan Ruyu, and others at the Qintian Bureau. How could he truly dare to leave Great Xia?
Even though he had refined the Great Xia's Fortune Power and entered the Divine Court Realm, he still felt no confidence whatsoever.
What if he was in the Divine Court Realm?
Before, nine Divine Court Realm experts came here, and didn't they all perish?
“This...”
The guard looked at Yan Wuhai with a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding the key point.
Yan Wuhai sighed, “Forget it! It’s something I sought myself, so even if I have to crawl, I must carry it.”
Just then.
Imperial Preceptor Yuan Tianxiang flew over and bowed to Yan Wuhai, saying, “Your Highness, everything is ready; you may assume the throne today.”
“Thank you, National Master.”
Yan Wuhai bowed to Imperial Preceptor Yuan Tianxiang.
— — — — — —
Three days later.
The New Emperor’s ascension ceremony began. Yan Wuhai ascended the throne, burning incense and offering sacrifices to the gods and ancestors, a truly magnificent spectacle.
Originally, he had planned to send someone to invite Prime Minister Wei, but Wei Zhongchen had already arrived early with all the civil and military officials, clearly indicating their willingness to support him, which saved him a lot of trouble.
The ascension ceremony lasted for most of the day before concluding.
Thus, Yan Wuhai became the New Emperor of Great Xia. A New Emperor taking office would certainly implement various reforms and systems, but these would require long-term planning and gradual execution.
Naturally, those who had made the wrong bets before would also face a purge; those who dared to go all-in would naturally have to bear the consequences of their gamble.
Night.
The Third Prince’s mansion was currently surrounded by a large army. Only a small portion of the guards remained inside, and the ground was stained red with blood, carrying a strong scent of gore.
In the main courtyard.
Imperial Concubine Zhao and the Third Prince sat on chairs, silently awaiting their fate.
In the struggle for Royal Power, since ancient times, those who failed in the competition had only one outcome: death!
On a nearby rooftop, Imperial Concubine Zhao’s brother, Zhao Qi, gripped his long sword, his expression extremely solemn.
He had already prepared for the worst; if a killing intent appeared later, he would have to fight to the death to take Yan Wuchen and Imperial Concubine Zhao away, as one was his nephew and the other his biological sister.
“We lost.”
Yan Wuchen’s face was filled with desolation.
Imperial Concubine Zhao held a wine cup, silently savoring it, clearly prepared to face death.
Not long after.
Yan Wuhai, in his imperial robe, entered the mansion. He looked at Yan Wuchen: “Third Brother, still well!”
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