Ch 19: Overthrow the Qing and Restore the Ming? Wrong
“Reversing aging? Heaven-Human?” Emperor Qianlong murmured, as if talking to himself, yet also as if questioning someone.
His surface was calm, but in his eyes, struggle, fear, greed, awe, and many other emotions flashed by…
Emperor Qianlong appeared young, but in reality, he was clear in his heart that his lifespan was nearing its end. He was merely an Innate Cultivator, and although he held the high position of Emperor, coupled with some peculiar methods left by the previous dynasty, he could maintain his youth.
However, this could only guarantee the youthfulness of his state… his lifespan would still be what it was meant to be! He couldn’t even compare to those grandmasters who could live over 130 years, reaching the limit of the human body’s lifespan.
“Your Excellency,” countless thoughts flashed through Emperor Qianlong’s mind, and he made a decision, rising to his full height and cupping his fist towards Chu Mo, “Your Excellency is learned and profound, your cultivation comparable to Mine… My Sage Race’s ancestor, Dorgon, even comprehended a domain that our race’s ancestors had never grasped!”
“I am willing to appoint Your Excellency as the State Preceptor, a Prince of the Blood with equal rank, sitting on par with our Sage Emperor… Whatever Your Excellency desires, I will give it! Wealth, status, power… all can be given! All can be negotiated…”
Emperor Qianlong was full of confidence. Back then, the Demonic Race was able to enter the pass mainly because what they gave those Ming soldiers was far more than what the Ming Dynasty could offer.
However, Chu Mo continued to advance. Cold sweat seeped from Emperor Qianlong’s forehead, and he began to panic. “Please, say something… You, you, you, do you feel that the Human Race’s status is too low? That can also be discussed. I have long wanted to make the Sage Race and the Human Race truly equal in status! Don’t be like this… Doing this will cause great chaos in the world, and who knows how many civilians will die!”
Liu Yong’s body tensed. As Chu Mo stepped onto the imperial staircase, he let out a low roar, his eyes filled with despair, and charged over. Even if he knew he couldn’t win… he had received imperial grace for generations, so he could only fight!
In the blink of an eye, Chu Mo brushed past Liu Yong. Liu Yong’s body suddenly trembled, and he knelt on one knee, his skin cracking open, and blood flowing out, instantly turning him into a bloody figure. He gasped for breath, almost fainting from the intense pain.
Arriving before Emperor Qianlong, Chu Mo stopped his steps. He flexed his wrist, “Who do you think is more important in my eyes, the world or your life?”
“…The world?” A look of surprise appeared in Emperor Qianlong’s eyes. So, was he preparing to negotiate? In order to smoothly take over the world, he was willing to spare his life?
But then, seeing that there was no change in Chu Mo’s eyes, his expression stiffened, “…My life??”
Even if the world was in great chaos, heroes rose together, and the people were displaced… he still wanted to kill him?! Wasn’t it said that this God of Slaughter valued and pitied the common people immensely?
Chu Mo shook his head, and in Emperor Qianlong’s bewilderment, he leisurely said, “Having you gone is more important to me!”
Chu Mo suddenly raised his fist. At this moment, it was like a mountain collapsing, like the sea roaring.
“…This is you forcing Us!” Emperor Qianlong’s expression suddenly became ferocious. Dense scales actually appeared on his face, and a pair of small horns vaguely poked out from his head. His body was covered in semi-real, semi-illusory golden scales.
Emperor Qianlong’s race was the Northeast Tiger, the leader of the Eight Banners of the Demonic Race that had entered the pass back then. But as his lineage became the imperial family, he naturally skillfully used the theory of luck obtained from the previous dynasty, connecting himself with the rise and fall of the dynasty.
With the help of the art of luck, although the Demon Emperor couldn’t harm people, couldn’t possess invincible cultivation… he could obtain the blessing of the nation’s fortune, ensuring that he wouldn’t be forcefully killed by anyone!
The number of Demon Emperors assassinated by human martial arts masters throughout history was countless, yet the Demon Emperors had died of old age, died of illness, died of exhaustion… but none had ever been forcefully killed head-on!
Mountains and rivers, seas and oceans, violently collided with the golden scales of fortune, emitting a sharp explosion, and a terrifying shockwave swept around. The surrounding eunuchs, civil and military officials, and Fu Kang’an, who were serving with terrified expressions, were directly blown away…
Emperor Qianlong slammed onto the dragon throne, and the floor tiles cracked open, but the dragon throne seemed to be made of some kind of material, and it didn’t break, only slightly deforming.
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Emperor Qianlong gasped for breath, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. Then, after reacting, he laughed, laughing louder and louder, until it became somewhat deranged.
“You can’t kill Me! You can’t kill Us!! God of Slaughter! With just you alone, how can you fight against my glorious Great Qing! I know, you think that my Demonic Race’s lineage obtained the throne illegitimately, you must be siding with the former Ming, that’s how you World Society people are…”
“But, if the Ming Dynasty hadn’t made a mess of the world… how would my race have entered the pass? Moreover, my race clearly avenged the former Ming, the one who destroyed the Ming Dynasty was clearly that Rebel King! It was us who quickly quelled the turmoil, it was us who stabilized the world, it was us who pacified the people!”
“This fortune on my body is proof… My Great Qing is far superior to the Great Ming! I created one of the few prosperous eras on this land… Do you see? The fact that you can’t break it is the greatest proof! So what if you are a Heaven-Human? Even a Heaven-Human can’t kill Us! This is the will of the people, this is the public opinion!”
“If you nod now, what I promised you before still counts! Even restoring the former Ming world… isn’t completely out of the question!”
“Whether it’s the Ming Dynasty or not, what does it have to do with me!” Chu Mo coldly responded to this.
Emperor Qianlong: “???”
The civil and military officials who had regained consciousness: “???”
Dumbfounded, they suspected that they were hallucinating. Wasn’t the purpose of the World Society to overthrow the Qing and restore the Ming? When did it change?!
Chu Mo’s fist slightly clenched, and the aura on his body rapidly increased at this moment, like a great Buddha sitting upright.
Emperor Qianlong’s pupils dilated. In a daze, he saw the Hall of Heavenly Purity around him transform into an ancient Buddhist temple. In front of him, a supreme Buddha, standing tall and sitting on a lotus throne, was pressing down with one palm!
This time, the dragon throne was completely shattered, and Emperor Qianlong slammed into the wall. He was still unharmed, but his body trembled with fear.
“Can’t kill? Very interesting!” Chu Mo expressionlessly threw out punch after punch, whipping at Emperor Qianlong like kicking a ball, “Actually, I advise you, it would be better to obediently die here…”
“I’m quite curious… This fortune can protect you, but can it be eaten? If I tie you up next to me and don’t let you have a drop of water or a grain of rice for ten days and ten nights, can your body hold up? Innate cultivators don’t seem to be able to practice abstinence from grains, right?”
“I remember starving to death… seems to be one of the most miserable ways to die!”
Emperor Qianlong’s face turned a ghastly green.
