73: Chapter 73: Domineering Ji Wuhui and Hidden Crisis

The atmosphere in the Great Xia Imperial Palace was exceptionally solemn, with all the officials standing silently on either side, heads bowed, their peripheral vision occasionally glancing at the man with a gloomy expression on the Dragon Throne.

Standing among them were several Disciples of the Great Xia who cultivated in the Holy Land. Above, Xia Qitian, the ruler of Great Xia, had a sullen expression, his hands tightly gripping the two dragon heads on the Dragon Throne, and the entire hall was silent.

Today, the eunuch responsible for guarding the Great Xia Imperial Family's soul lamps came to report that the Crown Prince's soul lamp had extinguished! Xia Qitian quickly went to check, and upon seeing Xia Wudao's soul lamp turn completely black, he nearly lost his footing.

Before he could recover, several Holy Land Disciples rushed to the Imperial Palace and recounted the day's assessment.

Xia Qitian tried his best to suppress the rage in his heart. Xia Wudao was the most talented of his many children, and he had always placed great hopes on him. He never expected him to die like this, and in a Holy Land assessment at that.

As one of the four Imperial Dynasties, his Great Xia Imperial Dynasty had always been the one to kill others; when had they ever suffered such humiliation, and with the Crown Prince of a nation dying, no less!

Even more infuriating was that the perpetrator was merely a Genius from a Dynasty, like an ant in Xia Qitian's eyes. Yet, such a small figure dared to be so audacious!

Killing intent permeated his eyes, and the Qi of a Perfection-stage Emperor, mixed with towering rage, swept through the entire hall. Everyone felt their breathing become difficult.

Just then, outside the Imperial Palace hall, a similarly Perfection-stage Emperor Qi suddenly descended. Xia Qitian sensed the familiar Qi and snorted coldly. His figure instantly vanished from the Dragon Throne, and in the next moment, he appeared outside the hall.

In the Void Realm, Ji Wuhui smiled faintly as he looked at Xia Qitian, cupping his hands, "Xia Emperor, long time no see."

Xia Qitian said coldly, "Ji Wuhui, why aren't you staying in the Holy Land? What are you doing running to my Great Xia Imperial Palace?"

"Haha, I had nothing to do and thought your Great Xia Imperial Palace was quite beautiful, so I came to stay for a few days. You do your thing, don't mind me. Also, a reminder, Xia Emperor, you should know what should and shouldn't be done."

"Crack!"

Hearing Ji Wuhui's words, the pressure around Xia Emperor immediately became violent. The stone bricks beneath his feet cracked, and fissures spread to the surrounding bricks.

He gritted his teeth, his anger almost uncontrollable, and said word by word, "Ji Wuhui, this is my Great Xia Imperial Palace, you are too presumptuous!"

Ji Wuhui's expression was calm, completely ignoring the enraged Xia Qitian. "I've said what I needed to say; as for what you do, that's your business." After speaking, he closed his eyes and meditated in mid-air above the Great Xia Imperial Palace.

Xia Qitian stared intently at the other party. Ji Wuhui's actions today were undoubtedly trampling the face of his Great Xia into the dirt!

He could no longer hold back. If he did nothing today, the Great Xia would be utterly disgraced!

"Good, good, good! Ji Wuhui, no one has ever dared to be so presumptuous in Great Xia! Today, I want to see how much your strength has grown!"

Ji Wuhui slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the other party, "Heh, a defeated opponent dares to boast!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Qitian seemed to recall something unpleasant, and his anger intensified. He released his Imperial Qi, "Ji Wuhui, you dare to bully my Imperial Dynasty like this! Today, if you've come, don't even think about leaving!"

After speaking, his Dharma Idol emerged behind him, exuding Imperial Dragon Qi, and his entire body was enveloped in a layer of golden light.

Ji Wuhui sneered, "Heh, courting death." Then, he spread his hands slightly, looking at Xia Qitian with an indifferent expression, as if looking at a dead man.

Just then, from deep within the Imperial Palace, an ancient voice echoed, "Qitian, stop."

Hearing this, Xia Emperor's body trembled, his Qi returned to calm, and his face showed extreme unwillingness, "Old Ancestor, why?"

The elder did not answer him but instead said to Ji Wuhui, "Since Young Friend Ji likes my Great Xia Imperial Palace, you may stay as long as you wish." After speaking, the depths of the Imperial Palace fell silent.

Ji Wuhui smiled faintly, cupped his fists towards that direction, and said loudly, "Senior is indeed wise and understanding. Thank you, Senior."

Xia Qitian gritted his teeth, looked up at Ji Wuhui, his expression dark, and snorted before flicking his sleeves and departing.

Deep within the Imperial Palace, in an underground area, Xia Emperor looked at the stone door before him, his expression changing. He gritted his teeth and pushed the door open, walking inside. At the end of the passage was a spacious underground chamber, with a pitch-black coffin placed in the center.

Xia Emperor walked over, bowed respectfully, then said with an unwilling expression, "Old Ancestor, why did you stop me today? That Ji Wuhui clearly showed no regard for my Great Xia. If word of today's events gets out, what face will my Great Xia have left to be one of the four Imperial Dynasties?"

After a long time, an ancient voice came from the coffin, "Qitian, as the ruler of Great Xia, you were too impulsive today."

"I..." Xia Emperor's face was grim. He also knew he had been a bit impulsive today, but it was his most beloved son who had died, and it also concerned the face of Great Xia.

"I know Wudao was your hope, but you are the ruler of a nation; everything should be for the sake of the country. Ji Wuhui is a Disciple of that madman in the Holy Land. If you had acted today, and that madman sought revenge, what would the entire Great Xia use to resist?"

"Wu Tian is a core and direct Disciple of the Holy Land. As his Disciple, he represents the Holy Land. Do you really want to oppose the Holy Land?"

"Then are we just going to let this matter go like that?!" Xia Emperor roared unwillingly.

"Let it go? Heh heh, how could we possibly just let it go?"

Suddenly, a faint Saintly might emanated from the coffin.

Xia Emperor was startled, then his expression turned to great joy, "Old Ancestor, could it be that you..."

"Soon, very soon! In at most ten years, this Old Ancestor will be able to Breakthrough to the Saint Realm! By then, my Great Xia will be the only Saint Imperial Dynasty in the entire Southern Barrens!"

"At that time, we won't have to concern ourselves with the Holy Land's attitude. As fellow Saints, would Wu Tian and the Holy Land really offend a Saint for the sake of a mere Disciple?"

"Old Ancestor is brilliant!" Xia Emperor shouted excitedly.

"During this period, do not provoke that Jiang Xuan. Everything will wait until I emerge from seclusion."

"Yes!" Xia Emperor received the order and retreated.

Outside the stone door, Xia Qitian's expression was sinister, "Ji Wuhui, and that little bastard Jiang Xuan, just you wait. I'll let you live a few more days!"

"Once Old Ancestor emerges from seclusion, this Emperor will make sure you and your entire clan pay with your lives for my son!"

"And that tiny Great Li Dynasty, an ant-like existence, I will make your entire Dynasty, from the monarch down to those commoners, all bury themselves with Wudao!"

The chilling voice spread throughout the underground, casting a gloomy chill over the surroundings.

The next day, on Myriad Law Peak of the Supreme Beginning Holy Land, Jiang Xuan arrived early. Wu Tian held his results from last night, hiding them behind his back, "Heh heh, my good Disciple is here! Come, quickly come in."

Jiang Xuan said with a smile, "Thank you, Revered Master. This Disciple is eager to learn the Heavenly Emperor Art."

"Hahahaha, no rush, no rush. You first look..." Wu Tian's hand holding the book suddenly froze. His old face looked at Jiang Xuan in disbelief, "This Qi?"