115: One man rules a country

A moment later, Jiang Lan appeared in front of the White Tiger Gate in the Inner City.

In front of the gate stood several guards.

They all seemed to be martial artists.

However, their Realms were only Skin Refinement and Bone Refinement; there wasn't even one at Qi Gathering.

"Who goes there?"

Jiang Lan directly pulled out his token and placed it in front of one of the guards.

"Demon Suppression Division, Jiang Lan."

Seeing the official title on the token, the guard's eyes trembled slightly.

"I didn't realize it was you, sir. Please don't be offended."

However, after speaking, he showed no intention of letting him pass, but instead asked again:

"Why are you entering the Inner City today, sir? Is there a demon causing trouble in the Inner City?"

A playful glint appeared in Jiang Lan's eyes.

"Indeed, there is a demon causing trouble, and it's not an ordinary one."

"This..."

The guard was a bit flustered for a moment, not knowing what to do. After a while, he hurriedly called out to the people on the city wall: "Let him pass!"

As a Demon Suppression Envoy, Jiang Lan would certainly not lie to a small fry like him.

If there truly was a demon causing trouble, and he delayed important matters by holding up Jiang Lan, he would be in deep trouble.

"Thank you."

Jiang Lan put away his token, walked past the guard, and strode into the Inner City through the White Tiger Gate.

The Inner City was not small, with grand mansions everywhere, and even the streets were much cleaner than the Outer City. Although he had been here once before, Jiang Lan was still somewhat dazzled.

Jiang Lan looked up, and in the very center of the Inner City, there was another city within a city.

That was the Imperial Palace.

Jiang Lan briefly calculated the time.

It was currently the end of the Chen hour (7-9 AM).

He wondered if the officials who had attended court had already dispersed.

Strictly speaking, the Demon Suppression Division was independent of other departments.

Moreover, the important court officials were mostly in the Inner City.

Therefore, Jiang Lan had almost never interacted with those other princes and nobles.

The only time he had was when he went to Jucai Workshop to find Feng Liu.

Jucai Workshop was Prince Qing's property, and his princely manor's steward had even caused a commotion at the Demon Suppression Division.

If Wu Qingyun hadn't intervened that day, it might not have ended well.

Lost in thought, Jiang Lan had already arrived in front of Fengtian Gate.

The main gate of Fengtian Gate was tightly shut, with two slightly smaller gates standing on either side.

Further to the left and right were two gate towers, housing bells and drums.

Jiang Lan looked up at the grand gate in front of him. Just as he was about to take two more steps forward, two rows of armored guards at the entrance crossed their weapons, blocking his path.

"This is a critical area of the Imperial City; stop there!"

In fact, if an ordinary person had come, this group of guards would have already moved to apprehend them.

However, Jiang Lan clearly looked like a martial artist, and he was wearing the black robe of the Demon Suppression Division, so these guards merely blocked his path.

Jiang Lan looked at the two rows of guards.

This group was considerably stronger than those guarding the Inner City.

The two leaders seemed to be around the seventh or eighth stage of Bone Refinement.

Although they were far inferior to him, in reality, the entire Great Yan's combat power was mostly concentrated within the Demon Suppression Division.

Within the Demon Suppression Division, Bone Refinement at the seventh or eighth stage was not considered too weak, but in the Imperial City, they were merely gate guards.

Jiang Lan had no intention of wasting words.

"The Demon Suppression Division is on a case. Those who block the way, die!"

As he spoke, he directly unleashed his Aura.

Jiang Lan's Aura was like the rising sun, sharp and fully revealed, almost solidifying. It made the two rows of guards around him, who were guarding the gate, struggle to even stand.

Their weapons clattered to the ground, followed by them collapsing in swathes. Their entire bodies felt as if they were being pressed down by a heavy object, clinging tightly to the ground, unable to even stand up.

And this was only because Jiang Lan had merely released his 'Aura' without targeting anyone.

If he had targeted this group of guards, he probably wouldn't even need to lift a finger; his Aura alone would be enough to crush them.

Jiang Lan took large strides, walking directly past the guards lying on the ground.

Standing in front of Fengtian Gate, his Aura condensed into a sharp arrow, which slammed into the gate with a roar.

"Bang!"

The majestic gate shattered with a crash!

Wood splinters flew, scattering to the ground and raising a small cloud of dust.

Behind him, the group of guards, enduring the pressure, all turned their heads towards the city gate.

The moment they saw this scene, everyone's eyes widened.

Was this person insane?!

He must be insane.

That was Fengtian Gate!

Demolishing Fengtian Gate—wasn't that an attempt at rebellion?

One person?

Rebellion?

At this moment, the guards even forgot the pressure they were under, their hearts filled with shock.

As Jiang Lan stepped into the palace gate, the pressure on everyone suddenly disappeared.

Among them, the leading guard who had just stopped Jiang Lan hurriedly pulled out a signal flare from his pocket and reached for a tinderbox.

But whether it was due to nervousness or some other reason, his hand kept trembling, and after several breaths, he still couldn't get the tinderbox out.

Another person reacted faster.

He strained his neck and shouted loudly towards the palace:

"Assassin!"

Guards were, after all, martial artists. With Qi sinking into their Dantian, the sound traveled far, almost half of the Imperial City could hear it.

Jiang Lan, walking in the Imperial Palace, naturally heard it too.

However, he didn't pay it any mind.

Confidence, this thing, grows in sync with strength.

Now, in the entire Great Yan, whatever he wanted to do, no one could stop him.

Even if Jiang Lan wanted to destroy the country... no, the Miao Fa Pavilion would intervene.

Before Jiang Lan now was a straight Dao paved with blue bricks.

Further ahead were steps made of white marble.

On the steps was a magnificent palace.

No need to think, that was the Golden Luan Hall.

As the guard at the entrance shouted, countless Imperial Guards swarmed from within the Imperial Palace.

Jiang Lan walked step by step along the path as if he hadn't seen the guards.

"Villain, stop at once!"

"Surrender your weapons! We will spare your life!"

Jiang Lan was expressionless, merely spreading his Aura wider.

A peculiar scene unfolded.

Jiang Lan walked leisurely, surrounded by countless Imperial Guards.

However, within a radius of three zhang around Jiang Lan, it was like a vacuum.

Anyone who approached this distance would involuntarily retreat.

Those who stubbornly refused to retreat would only be pinned firmly to the ground, unable to advance an inch.

At this moment, from Jiang Lan's perspective, he could already see the scene inside the Golden Luan Hall.

Inside the Golden Luan Hall, civil and military officials were in a chaotic mess, and even outside the hall, where many officials had originally stood, it was now a noisy pandemonium.

However, one common point was that despite the chaos, no one fled.

Jiang Lan slightly raised his head, looking at the magnificent Dragon Throne in the Golden Luan Hall.

On that seat sat an old man wearing a yellow robe, with an extraordinary demeanor.

Perhaps having been in a high position for a long time, his brow exuded an intimidating Aura without anger. If an ordinary person saw him, their legs would probably go soft before they could even speak.

This was the current Emperor of Great Yan.

Jiang Lan pulled back the corners of his mouth and softly said:

"Power truly nourishes people. Those with minds full of petty schemes are also quite frightening..."