Chapter 1846: The Assassin

The four regional lords and all the great royal clans had gathered today at the Spirit King City for a single purpose: to celebrate the new Yong Emperor's ascension. Everywhere was a scene of festivity.

On the broad streets, from time to time passed a super-strong expert with a profound aura. Even a Ninth Layer Saint Domain master would tremble involuntarily before them, clearly having reached the Great Saint level.

Ordinarily, such strength could dominate heaven and earth, almost unstoppable. But here, at this moment, none dared act rashly. The new Yong Emperor had pacified the four seas, unified the Spirit race, and countless experts had submitted. Ten thousand races came to pay homage. No one knew in which inn or shop might sit an ancient saint revered by all.

"Speaking of this new Yong Emperor, he is truly a divine man. The previous Yong Emperor was wounded by the Spirit Emperor and Star Emperor colluding with the human race. He burst onto the scene, not only defeating the enemy's conspiracy but also slaying the celestial envoy from the heavens, laying the foundation for invincibility..."

On the street, a storyteller, holding a folding fan, spoke vividly.

"Isn't that wrong? A month ago during the battle in the royal city, I saw it clearly. The Yong Emperor was only at the Great Saint level at the time and couldn't intervene at all. It was an unknown ancient saint who struck and killed the celestial envoy!"

A passerby questioned.

The battle had only been over for a little over a month. Many had seen it with their own eyes, and it was completely different from what the storyteller said.

The former had been promoting the new Yong Emperor's achievements, but in fact, those who had seen the battle all understood that the greatest contributor was not him, but an ancient saint who had never appeared before.

"That unknown ancient saint—do you know who he is?" Seeing the doubt, the storyteller smiled and looked over.

"I... do not know!"

The passerby shook his head, and the others around also had faces full of confusion.

"That man never said his name, and hasn't appeared since that day. Could it be that you know who he is?"

Someone asked.

Everyone looked at him in unison.

The entire royal city was full of curiosity about that mysterious expert, all wanting to know where he had burst forth from.

"Of course I know!"

Seeing everyone's appetite whetted, the storyteller smiled, stroked his beard, and tapped the upturned brass gong in front of him with his fingers.

"Hurry up and say it!"

A fat figure in a bamboo hat flicked his wrist, and a few Dayong coins fell into it with a clang.

Seeing money, the storyteller's eyes lit up. He quickly tucked the Dayong coins into his sleeve, then shook his folding fan again, smiled lightly, and lowered his voice: "It is said that this mysterious ancient saint is His Majesty the Yong Emperor's personal master, a reclusive master. It was under his tutelage that His Majesty achieved such accomplishments, burst onto the scene, and pacified the world at one stroke! Not only that, but I heard he also tamed the ancient saint Huoxu, making him a beast pet, and made the ancient saint Moling submit, allowing His Majesty to gain their support..."

"His Majesty the Yong Emperor's teacher?"

"Isn't that an exaggeration? His Majesty received the legacy of the previous Yong Emperor. Isn't his teacher the previous Yong Emperor?"

Someone questioned.

"Of course not. The previous Yong Emperor was very powerful and admired by countless people, but he wasn't qualified to be the new Yong Emperor's teacher! I also heard... the old Yong Emperor, when meeting this teacher of his, would bow and call him 'Young Master'!"

The storyteller said.

"The old Yong Emperor calling him 'Young Master'? The exaggeration gets worse! Could it be that this teacher of the Yong Emperor is a deity?"

The fat figure in the bamboo hat sneered.

"Naturally, he is a deity. If not a deity, how could he easily slay the celestial envoy from the heavens?" The storyteller snorted. "In tens of thousands of years, aside from the human race's Master Kong and our race's formidable senior, have you heard of anyone else with such power?"

Everyone fell silent.

The celestial envoy from the heavens—just hearing the name knew it was a symbol of invincibility. Killing one with one's own strength had only been done by two legendary figures in tens of thousands of years.

Now, an ancient saint suddenly appearing and easily killing him—if one didn't say he was a deity, it was hard to believe.

"His Majesty the Yong Emperor is a personal disciple of a deity, which is why he could inherit the great legacy, receive the mandate of heaven, and have ten thousand races come to celebrate. This is a blessing for our Spirit lineage and something for us to be proud of!"

The storyteller grew more excited as he spoke.

"Indeed, to be of the same generation as the Yong Emperor is my honor!"

"Our Spirit race will grow stronger and stronger..."

"Heaven helps our race..."

...

Everyone was filled with excitement.

"Hmph! What deity? I think it's just manipulating people, deliberately fabricating some divine right of kings to fool..."

The fat man in the bamboo hat curled his lip and was about to continue when he felt a tug at his back, pulled by someone.

Frowning, he turned to see a tall, thin woman in a straw rain cape: "Come back."

"I came out to gather information, really not looking for food..."

Startled, the fat man stuffed a meatball into his mouth and was about to say something when he heard the woman's voice, cold: "Senior Sister told me to call you back. If you don't listen, you can stay here!"

...

Shrinking back, the fat man seemed to change his face instantly: "Haha, what are you saying? When Senior Sister gives orders, how would I dare disobey? Let's go quickly, don't keep Senior Sister waiting..."

Without wasting words, the woman led the way. They turned a few corners, arrived at a small courtyard, pushed open the door, and entered.

Soon they came to a sealed room, surrounded by special sealing techniques that even sound and divine sense could not penetrate.

Several people were seated in the room. To all appearances, they were not of the Spirit race but humans.

"Hehe, I went out to gather information..."

Seeing the woman in the center, frowning with a murderous look in her eyes, the fat man scratched his head awkwardly.

"What information did you gather? Why not share it..."

A young man on one side smiled slightly. Behind him, a long spear leaned against the wall, its tip faintly gleaming with cold light.

"Well... the new Yong Emperor is indeed a talent. Not only has he pacified the world, but he also created a gimmick of divine right, having storytellers spread it everywhere. Now almost the entire royal city, even the entire Spirit race, believes he is the Son of Heaven sent by the gods to save the people. They all admire him immensely!"

After thinking, the fat man said.

"I've heard of this too. This new Yong Emperor is a talent. Under his leadership, the Spirit lineage will surely become even more glorious, and the human race will likely fall into crisis."

The young man also frowned and turned to the woman in the center: "Senior Sister, what should we do now?"

"This new Yong Emperor has just ascended. To win everyone's allegiance, he naturally needs all kinds of propaganda. Creating such a stir is normal."

The woman in the center tapped the table with her fingers, her delicate brows furrowed. After a moment: "But Zheng Yang is right. If we let it continue, the Spirit race will be completely unified, and the human race will indeed be in danger. So... we must strike first! During his coronation ceremony, when chaos arises, we will assassinate him!"