230: Chapter 230 Sleeping Beauty on the Dragon Throne: System Score 98!

Xu Chen stood at the entrance of the grand hall. His gaze pierced through the layers of drapes, going straight to the deepest part of the hall.

There, the arrangement was not that of an ordinary Bedchamber. There was no phoenix bed, no dressing table. Only a nine-tiered dais symbolizing supreme power and that pure gold Dragon Throne at its summit.

"What formidable presence."

Xu Chen praised softly.

Ordinary female cultivators, even those who were overlords of a region, mostly wished for their beauty to last forever after death, with their tombs arranged exquisitely and splendidly. Yet this Empress had sealed herself upon the Dragon Throne, as if, even in death and the dissipation of her cultivation, she still wanted to look down upon this vast empire.

This kind of 'I alone am supreme' domineering aura made Xu Chen appreciate her a bit more.

"Young Master, is that... the legendary one?"

Mo Han's voice was a little tight. As a killer in the Saint Realm, she actually felt her breathing becoming difficult now. It wasn't merely suppression from cultivation level, but a pressure from a higher life form.

It was like a mortal seeing a True Dragon, instinctively wanting to prostrate in worship.

"Correct. The founding Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, Wu Mingkong."

Xu Chen gave a slight nod, but his footsteps did not pause as he stepped onto the white jade stairs.

With each step, the surrounding air grew heavier.

Hua Jieyu no longer dared to be flippant. She tightly gripped Xu Chen's sleeve, her pretty face slightly pale, muttering quietly, "This Empress must have been fierce when alive, even dead she's this frightening. Young Master, do you really like this type?"

Xu Chen glanced back at her and laughed, "A bit fierce is good. What fun is there in petting a cat that's too tame?"

Hearing this, Hua Jieyu shot him a reproachful glare, but her heart settled a little. As long as the Young Master was here, it seemed even the sky falling wouldn't be a big deal.

The three of them passed through the hall and finally arrived at the base of the nine-tiered dais.

Closer.

Xu Chen lifted his head, his line of sight landing unobstructed on the figure seated on the Dragon Throne.

At that moment, even he, who was accustomed to seeing peerless beauties, couldn't help the slight contraction of his pupils.

On the Dragon Throne, a woman sat upright.

She was not peacefully lying down like an ordinary deceased person. Instead, her back was straight, her hands resting naturally on the armrests of the Dragon Throne, as if she might open her eyes the next second and order the conquest of the world.

She was draped in a bright yellow nine-clawed golden dragon robe. That dragon robe, woven from some unknown divine silk, still shimmered radiantly after countless millennia. The nine golden dragons embroidered on it were lifelike, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, seeming to guard their master.

And that face...

Xu Chen took a deep breath.

It was a face so perfect it bordered on fiendishly enchanting.

Eyebrows like distant mountains tinged with azure, carrying an imposing aura without anger; a high-bridged nose, outlining a three-dimensional profile; tightly closed lips as red as blood, exuding a sense of cold elegance and resolute determination.

Her skin was fairer than snow, glowing with a jade-like luster under the golden light of the dragon robe. Even after sleeping for countless ages, her appearance remained as vivid as ever, as if she were merely taking a short nap in the afternoon.

But what was most captivating was the aura about her.

Domineering, noble, coldly elegant, haughty.

Even sitting there quietly, she gave one the illusion that "all things under heaven submit."

"Tsk, top-tier."

Xu Chen gave his evaluation in his heart.

He had seen many beauties.

Su Qingge was an aloof celestial being, Luo Hongyi a fiery enchantress, Jiang Liuli a yandere goddess, Ye Qingwu a mature master... Each of them possessed beauty that could topple kingdoms.

But the one before him possessed a trait they all lacked — imperial majesty.

This was a kind of aura that could greatly ignite a man's desire to conquer.

Imagine pulling this lofty Empress down from her divine pedestal, making her yield and moan beneath you — what a sense of accomplishment that would be?

[Ding! Detected peerless beauty!]

[Name: Wu Mingkong]

[Identity: Founding Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, first female overlord to unify imperial power in the Eastern Wastelands (In Slumber)]

[Height: 175cm]

[Measurements: 98 - 60 - 96]

[Special Physique: Imperial Dragon Qi Divine Body (Born ruler, can suppress national fortune, impervious to myriad arts), Nine Yin Severed Meridians (Acquired mutation)]

[Current State: Self-sealed Divine Soul (Due to forcibly attempting to break through to the Emperor Realm, suffered backlash from the Heavenly Dao, divine soul severely damaged, self-sealed to preserve true spirit)]

[Comprehensive Score: 98 points]

"98 points!"

Xu Chen's eyes lit up.

This was the highest score so far, tied with Luo Hongyi, second only to his own master, Ye Qingwu.

Moreover, this 'Imperial Dragon Qi Divine Body' sounded incredibly domineering.

"But, what's with this Nine Yin Severed Meridians?" Xu Chen keenly noticed the anomaly.

Logically, a physique possessing Imperial Dragon Qi should be supremely yang, or at least a balance of yin and yang.

An extremely yin physique like Nine Yin Severed Meridians typically only appeared in women of pure yin constitution, and was often accompanied by a curse of short life.

"Young Master, is she... alive?"

Gathering her courage, Hua Jieyu moved closer. She stretched out a finger, wanting to poke the Empress's cheek, but didn't dare, and could only look at Xu Chen with pleading eyes.

"Alive, but also dead."

Xu Chen pulled back his wandering thoughts, stepped forward, reached out, and gently placed his palm on Wu Mingkong's delicate hand resting on the armrest.

The touch was icy cold.

It wasn't the chill of a corpse, but that of a ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice. That cold seemed capable of freezing one's soul along the fingertips.

"So cold!"

Just from being near, Mo Han couldn't help but shiver, gripping the dagger in her hand even tighter.

"Young Master, the cold energy inside her is so strong. Is this what caused her slumber?"

"Not entirely."

Xu Chen frowned slightly. Primordial Chaos True Qi flowed from his fingertips into Wu Mingkong's body.

Meridians severed, dantian depleted.

Even more terrifying, an extremely domineering extreme yin energy was tightly entangled with her original Imperial Dragon Qi. The two had formed a delicate and dangerous balance within her body.

Back then, when she attempted to break through to the Emperor Realm, she must have wanted to use extreme yin power to temper the dragon qi, but overplayed her hand and suffered a backlash.

Xu Chen's gaze moved from her wrist, slowly landing on her tightly closed eyes.

Though separated by the ages, he could still feel the unyielding will within this Empress.

To survive, for this empire, she had actually turned herself into a living ice sculpture.

"Interesting."

The corner of Xu Chen's mouth lifted into a smile of certain victory.

If it were an ordinary incurable disease, he might have just looked a few more times and left it at that. But facing such a top-tier beauty who combined looks, status, power, and figure, the desire to conquer within him had been completely ignited.

This woman must be claimed.

This wasn't just for the system's reward, but also to satisfy his ambition as a man.

"Young Master, you... couldn't have taken a fancy to her, could you?"

Hua Jieyu, seeing the fiery look in Xu Chen's eyes, instantly felt alarm bells ringing in her heart.

She was too familiar with that look. It was the same expression he wore every time he wanted to torment her to the brink of death and back.

"What, jealous?"

Xu Chen didn't turn his head, just reached out and pinched Wu Mingkong's cheek, which, though icy, was still smooth and delicate.

"This is the Empress of Great Xia. Marrying her home means half of the Eastern Wastelands would bear the surname Xu in the future."

Hua Jieyu pouted. Though feeling a bit sour inside, looking at that peerlessly elegant woman, she had to admit that only a fiend like her own Young Master was worthy.

"You'd have to be able to wake her up first."

Mo Han calmly poured cold water on the side, "In this state, even if we brought all the divine medicine from the clan, it probably wouldn't help."

"Divine medicine indeed won't work."

Xu Chen withdrew his hand, his gaze profound as he stared at the spot between Wu Mingkong's eyebrows.

There, a cinnabar mole as red as blood emitted an extremely faint fluctuation of a seal.

"Because her illness isn't in her body, but in her heart."

Xu Chen's voice slowly echoed in the grand hall, carrying a certainty that saw through everything.