116: Chapter 116 Two Heroes Suppress the Rebellion, Shaking the Court and the Countryside; The Crown Prince's Fear Terrified and His Dreams Trembled

"Cult Leader Ye, these people are all serious rebels. Leaving them alive would only bring trouble.

Does your Heavenly Demon Sect intend to harbor such filth?"

Jiang Baigui frowned slightly as he looked at Ye Xiu.

"Old Jiang, you can't put it like that."

Ye Xiu waved his hand and turned to give Jiang Baigui a meaningful look.

"Your Imperial Court wants peace under heaven, but my Demon Sect wants to expand its territory.

Killing these people would be a waste; it's better to make use of this trash."

After saying that, Ye Xiu looked back at Gui Shou and the others, who were kneeling on the ground with faces full of anticipation.

"My Heavenly Demon Sect does not keep idle people, and even less so does it keep ungrateful wolves who would bite their master."

Ye Xiu's voice suddenly turned cold, and the terrifying dragon pressure of the Nine Transformations of Dragonization bore down on them once more, forcing them so low they couldn't even lift their heads.

"Want to live? Fine."

"Open your spiritual platforms and Seas of Consciousness, and each of you will surrender a wisp of your Natal Divine Soul.

From now on, you will be fully responsible for the Heavenly Demon Sect's front-line suicide squads and the vanguard camps that clear mines."

Surrendering their Natal Divine Souls!

This was equivalent to placing their lives entirely in Ye Xiu's hands.

With just a single thought, if Ye Xiu crushed that wisp of Soul, they would suffer a Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering on the spot, without even a chance for Reincarnation!

From then on, they would no longer be high-and-mighty Grandmasters, but the lowest-level slaves and cannon fodder of the Heavenly Demon Sect!

Gui Shou and the others trembled, a hint of struggle flashing in their eyes.

"What? Unwilling?"

Ye Xiu let out a sneer, a sharp strand of Pure Yang Sword Qi already condensing at his fingertip.

"If you're unwilling, just say so. This Sect Leader will send you to keep Prince Zhenbei company. I am a very democratic person."

"Willing! Your subordinates are willing!"

Feeling the undisguised killing intent above his head and seeing Jiang Baigui's cold, heartless eyes, how could Gui Shou dare to hesitate any longer?

A miserable life is better than a good death; being cannon fodder for the Demon Sect was still better than being cut down by a sword right now!

Gui Shou gritted his teeth and formed hand seals, enduring the agonizing pain of a tearing Soul.

He forcibly extracted a wisp of faint blue Natal Divine Soul from between his brows and offered it up respectfully with both hands.

With someone taking the lead, the remaining Grandmasters and fierce generals followed suit.

Several muffled groans echoed through the hall as over a dozen wisps of Natal Divine Souls floated in mid-air.

With a wave of his large sleeve, Ye Xiu collected all the Natal Divine Souls into a specially made jade bottle and tossed it to the Right Protector, Xue Biane, who had been following behind.

"Right Protector, these raw recruits are yours now.

Take them back to the Sacred Demon Abyss and have them clean the latrines for half a month first to temper their dispositions.

If anyone dares to slack off, crush their Divine Soul immediately."

"By your command, Sect Leader."

Xue Biane took the jade bottle, looking at this group of Northwest powerhouses who once stood on equal footing with her—or even higher—but were now like lambs to the slaughter.

The awe she felt for Ye Xiu reached a new peak.

"Thank you, Sect Leader, for your mercy! Thank you, Sect Leader, for taking us in!"

Though Gui Shou and the others were pale and listless, they had at least saved their lives, and they prostrated themselves on the ground to shout their thanks.

A grand Northwest rebellion thus came to an end in this absurd and ironic scene.

The Imperial Preceptor had slain the primary culprit, upholding the dignity of the law;

Meanwhile, the Sect Leader of the Demon Sect had incorporated a group of top-tier combatants without shedding a drop of blood, bolstering his cannon fodder camp.

Ye Xiu turned and stepped out of the ruined hall.

The sunset was like blood, casting a long shadow of this white-robed sword immortal.

He picked up his wine gourd and took a long, wild drink. As the strong liquor hit his throat, it dispelled the scent of blood from his body.

"Old Jiang, the business in the Northwest is settled. Now, you go back to your court, and I'll go back to The Great Ruins."

With his back to Jiang Baigui, Ye Xiu waved his hand and his figure unfurled, turning into a brilliant sword light that shot straight into the clouds.

Calculating the time, he had been in Yankang for quite a while.

My first wife should be about to give birth!

...

The Capital, Eastern Palace.

The night was deep, yet the hall was brightly lit. The floor heaters were burning hot, and a warm fragrance wafted through the air.

The Crown Prince wore a loose, bright yellow casual robe, reclining lazily on a soft couch.

Two beautiful palace maids knelt on either side, carefully massaging his temples.

Before several red sandalwood desks below sat a few of the Eastern Palace's core trusted strategists, drinking and chatting in a relaxed and cozy atmosphere.

"Your Highness, by the time we calculate it, that madman Ye Xiu should have already reached Prince Zhenbei's territory in the Northwest."

A white-bearded strategist shaking a feather fan stroked his whiskers, a cold smile curling his lips:

"Young people don't know the heights of the heavens or the depths of the earth.

Prince Zhenbei holds three hundred thousand Northwest Wolf Cavalry, and his palace has recruited countless desperate men.

Even if Ye Xiu has achieved Physical Body Sanctification, going alone to raid the camp against such military Evil Qi and human-wave tactics, he'll be drained of his True Essence and hacked to pieces."

"Indeed."

Another confidant dressed as a military general chimed in.

"Your Highness's move to kill with a borrowed knife is truly a stroke of genius.

It not only removes the thorn in your side that is Ye Xiu but also depletes Prince Zhenbei's strength.

When they have fought to mutual exhaustion, the Grandmaster and the Imperial Army will arrive to clean up the mess, and Your Highness can sit back and reap the rewards!"

Listening to his subordinates' flattery, the Crown Prince's brow, which had been furrowed for many days, finally relaxed a bit.

He picked up the golden goblet before him and gently swirled the Western Regions tribute wine inside, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.

"I gave him a chance.

Gold, silver, treasures, the Four Peerless Beauties—I was even willing to lower myself to plot a great hegemony with him.

But he insisted on refusing the easy way and taking the hard way, splashing wine on me in public and slapping the face of the Eastern Palace."

The Crown Prince drained the wine in his cup and snorted coldly: "This is the consequence of not knowing what's good for him.

Once he dies in the Northwest, I will hang his head in front of the Imperial Academy to let everyone in the world see the fate of those who oppose me!"

"Bang—!"

Before the Crown Prince's harsh words could even land, the tightly closed doors of the Eastern Palace were suddenly slammed open from the outside!

The cold night wind instantly flooded the hall, causing the candlelight to flicker violently, and several strategists shivered from the cold.

"Presumptuous! Who dares to barge into the Eastern Palace Hall!"

The personal eunuch beside the Crown Prince shrieked in anger.

A Shadow Guards, covered in mud and with broken armor, rushed in like a stray dog.

He didn't even have time to salute, collapsing heavily onto his knees before the Crown Prince, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with unconcealed horror.

"Your Highness! Report... Report, Your Highness! An urgent blood-report from eight hundred miles away in the Northwest!"

Seeing the Shadow Guards looking as if he had seen a ghost, the Crown Prince's heart skipped a beat, but he forced himself to sit up straight and remain calm.

"What's the panic? The sky isn't falling. Was Ye Xiu chopped into mincemeat by Prince Zhenbei's army?"

"No... no..."

The Shadow Guards swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Prince Zhenbei... has passed away!"

"What?!"

The Crown Prince stood up abruptly, a flash of bewilderment in his eyes, which then turned into wild joy:

"Prince Zhenbei is dead? Good! Excellent! Was it the Grandmaster leading the Imperial Army who suppressed him, or did Ye Xiu die taking him down?

What about Ye Xiu? Did Ye Xiu perish along with him?!"

The strategists also stopped their wine cups, staring excitedly at the Shadow Guards on the floor.

"Ye Xiu... Ye Xiu is completely unharmed."

The Shadow Guards's next words were like a massive hammer, slamming hard onto the skulls of everyone in the Eastern Palace Hall.

"The Lord Grandmaster, with a single person and a single sword, sliced off Prince Zhenbei's head in front of a hall full of rebel generals."

"Ye Xiu... Ye Xiu only shouted 'Sword, Come,' and he seized all the weapons of the three hundred thousand soldiers, turning them into a thousand-zhang sword dragon in the sky!

The three hundred thousand iron cavalry surrendered without a fight!"

"To save their lives, the dozen or so Grandmasters in the Prince's Palace surrendered their Natal Divine Souls on the spot and defected entirely to the Heavenly Demon Sect!

Now, Ye Xiu and the Grandmaster are already returning to the capital on their swords!"

...

In the entire hall, aside from the whistling wind outside the window, no other sound could be heard.

The strategists who had been talking grandly just moments ago now had faces as ashen as death, not even noticing when their feather fans dropped to the floor.

The wild joy on the Crown Prince's face froze instantly.

"Clang!"

The pure gold wine goblet in his hand slipped from his fingers and crashed heavily onto the floor tiles.

The clear wine splashed and soaked the hem of his bright yellow dragon robe, but he was like a puppet that had lost its Soul, showing no reaction.

Three hundred thousand troops... a single 'Sword, Come,' and they laid down their arms in surrender?

Prince Zhenbei... had his head taken by the Grandmaster's sword?

Over a dozen Grandmasters knelt and joined the Heavenly Demon Sect on the spot?

Is he even human?

Then who will be next?

Will it be him, the Crown Prince?