160: Chapter 160 Gu Han leisurely drinks tea, commanding the entire audience

Inside the small courtyard of the Zhenwu Division, Gu Han sat cross-legged, Spiritual Qi circulating around his body.

Gu Han calmed his mind and cast his gaze toward the "life origin crystal" on the System interface.

One hundred and ninety-five pieces, enough to synthesize nineteen life origin pearls.

He chose to synthesize them without a moment's hesitation.

Hum!

On the System interface, the number of life origin crystals decreased rapidly, while the icon for the life origin pearl began to flicker.

In the end, nineteen brilliant life origin pearls appeared before his eyes.

Each one radiated a soul-stirring, massive amount of life essence.

"Refreshing!"

Gu Han's eyes shone brightly.

He could feel that as long as he devoured one life origin pearl, his life essence would increase significantly.

Even the heavenly prison within his body was stirring.

After pondering for a moment, Gu Han decided to keep these life origin pearls for emergencies.

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

A night had passed, and the air throughout the capital still retained faint traces of blood and scorched earth.

These were the lingering echoes of the sky shattering and the golden Dragon wailing last night, silently recounting a heart-stopping catastrophe.

Countless commoners poked their heads out from the ruins, their eyes filled with the confusion and fear of having survived a disaster.

As for the great aristocratic families, they had not slept all night, with undercurrents surging.

However, within this oppressive atmosphere.

Inside the Zhenwu Division's small courtyard, Gu Han opened his eyes amidst a faint shimmering of golden light.

After a night of settling, the Heavenly Prison True Qi surged through his Meridians like a tidal wave.

Forty-one golden chains coiled within his Sea of Consciousness, emitting an overbearing Aura that suppressed all things.

He stretched, his joints popping with a crisp cracking sound.

Every inch of flesh and blood within his body was cheering, as if it had just experienced a hearty, gluttonous feast.

"Time to continue causing trouble."

"Blood God Cult, it's time to start the cat and mouse game."

Gu Han's lips curled into a cold, sharp arc, and his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint.

He could feel that the phantom of the heavenly prison had become more solid, and that power to imprison all things had become increasingly clear.

He even had the illusion that if there were a few more such "experience packs."

He might be able to directly suppress and refine the true body of that Nine Nether Yao Race Emperor!

He stood up, casually adjusted his robes, and walked out of the small courtyard like an ordinary person who had just woken up.

The morning sunlight spilled onto him, plating him in a faint golden glow.

There was not a trace of the fatigue from turning the tide last night; instead, he appeared vibrant and composed.

When Gu Han's figure appeared in the Zhenwu Division main hall, as if he were strolling in a leisurely garden.

The entire hall instantly fell into dead silence.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the hall was heavy, and the high-ranking officials of the Zhenwu Division were gathered together.

Their faces were pale, and their eyes were bloodshot, clearly having not slept all night.

Last night's taboo battle was an unprecedented shock to the entire capital and to the Zhenwu Division.

They were frantically discussing the aftermath and how to deal with the sudden, crazy actions of the Yao Race.

However, Gu Han's appearance was like a thunderbolt, forcefully splitting the stagnant atmosphere.

Everyone's gaze was drawn as if by an invisible force.

They locked onto him in unison.

In those eyes, there was shock, confusion, and even more, unbelievable horror.

"Gu... Gu Tian?"

A Zhenwu Division Commander dressed in green official robes tremblingly spat out Gu Han's alias.

His voice was so dry that it felt as if his throat were stuffed with sand.

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating from overwork last night.

Beside him, another burly deputy commander.

The teacup he was holding tightly in his hand shattered with a "crack."

Tea dripped down through his fingers, yet he was completely unaware.

That weather-beaten face was filled with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

They all thought that after Gu Han injured the Second Prince.

He had long been secretly arrested by the imperial family, or directly eliminated by the massive maternal clan force behind the Second Prince.

After all, that was a prince.

Representing the face and majesty of the imperial family, even the Zhenwu Division Commander could not provoke him at will, right?

But now, this "sinner" who should have been imprisoned or turned into a handful of yellow earth.

Was standing alive before them, even carrying a hint of casual leisure.

Gu Han swept his gaze over the expressions of everyone in the hall, his lips curling into an imperceptible arc of amusement.

He liked this feeling of being shocked, of being stunned.

It was as if he could draw a nutrient called "pleasure" from these people's eyes.

"Everyone, good morning!"

Gu Han's tone was calm, even carrying a hint of laziness, as if he were just an ordinary clerk coming to check in.

He walked straight to his position, pulled out the chair, and sat down leisurely.

His movements were smooth and fluid, completely disregarding the stagnant atmosphere in the hall.

This attitude undoubtedly stimulated everyone's nerves once again.

Finally, a harsh roar tore through the silence.

"Gu Tian!"

"You, this thief who defies imperial power and is daring enough to defy heaven, how do you still have the face to appear here?"

The person speaking was a Qianhu of the Zhenwu Division's Investigation Division, named Li Tong.

His face was livid, and two flames of anger burned in his eyes.

Li Tong was a confidant of the Second Prince, Chu Tianming.

He was wholeheartedly helping the Second Prince win over people in the Zhenwu Division.

Intending to help the Second Prince control the Zhenwu Division.

Thinking that once the Second Prince ascended the throne, he would gain the merit of supporting the new emperor.

However, last night, Gu Han had shattered his hopes.

Seeing Gu Han at this moment, a surge of fury rushed straight to his head.

Li Tong was burning with rage, pointing at Gu Han and roaring hoarsely.

His already mean-looking face was distorted and deformed by extreme anger, like a thin dog barking wildly in the streets and alleys.

His eyes spewed fire, wishing he could swallow Gu Han alive immediately.

Now, seeing Gu Han's leisurely demeanor.

He only felt a surge of blood in his chest, almost about to burst.

In the hall, the originally dead silence was completely broken by Li Tong's roar.

The high-ranking officials were intimidated by Li Tong's Aura, and after a brief daze.

Their gazes focused on Gu Han once again.

Vaguely, the air was filled with an oppressive feeling of a storm about to break.

Gu Han heard the sound, raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Li Tong.

That gaze was calm, yet carried a condescending scrutiny, as if looking at a clown.

His lips curled into a sarcastic arc, and he said disdainfully.

"Oh?"

"Why can't This Commander appear here?"

"Or are you saying that last night's catastrophe also affected your brain?"

"Have you forgotten This Commander's identity?"

"Have you forgotten the distinction between superior and subordinate?"

Before he finished speaking, an invisible pressure slowly radiated from his body.

Although there was no substantial attack, it carried the coldness and overbearingness unique to a superior.

This pressure instantly enveloped Li Tong, causing him to shudder violently.

Li Tong was flushed red by Gu Han's casual attitude and sarcastic words, his eyes wide open.

The finger pointing at Gu Han was even trembling uncontrollably.

He instinctively wanted to retort.

But under Gu Han's indifferent gaze, he felt as if his throat were stuffed with cotton, unable to spit out a single word.

Seeing this, Gu Han raised an eyebrow, the amusement in his eyes deepening.

He ignored Li Tong, instead picking up the teapot on the table unhurriedly and pouring himself a cup of clear tea.

The tea was emerald green, its fragrance assaulting the nose.

He took a light sip, his movements elegant and composed.

As if this were not the heavily guarded Zhenwu Division main hall, but the pavilion in his own backyard.