Chapter 035 The Transmigrator Died

"Beloved Minister Yuan, it is not that I do not wish to tell you this matter, but it is truly difficult to speak of—it is a past event I am most reluctant to face."

"But since things have come to this, I will speak plainly: the vengeful spirit that haunts me and refuses to let me go is none other than my father's eldest son, my elder brother, the former Crown Prince of the Great Tang!"

"The Xuanwu Gate Incident is known to all civil and military officials, and you, Minister Yuan, must have heard of it. Now you understand why I was unwilling to speak—it is the greatest wrong I have committed in my life."

As the Emperor spoke, his eyes grew moist, and his voice choked several times. "I... I have wronged my elder brother."

Wang Bo sneered at the Emperor's histrionics.

No matter how emotionally the Emperor spoke, wearing an expression of guilt toward his brother and the world, only he knew what he truly thought.

Perhaps the Emperor felt that what he had done was indeed wrong toward his brother.

But if he could do it all over again, Wang Bo believed he would not hesitate—he would still launch the Xuanwu Gate Incident and still kill the former Crown Prince and the Prince of Qi.

After all, he was already the Emperor, holding great power and tasting the flavor of authority.

So he could never let go.

Yuan Tiangang also knew what kind of man the Emperor was, but he did not expose his hypocrisy. Wang Bo could disregard the Emperor's status and position, but he could not.

After all, in the art of divination, he was unmatched in the world.

But when it came to combat, he was no match for an empire.

So he could only console the Emperor and then lightly change the subject: "Your Majesty, the urgent task is to send the Crown Prince back to the underworld as soon as possible."

The Emperor asked, "Then what should we do?"

Yuan Tiangang told the Emperor that a bloodline curse could only be cast through blood ties, but the former Crown Prince was already dead and had become a vengeful spirit, unable to cast a bloodline curse.

Thus, he could only use the Emperor's closest kin to cast the bloodline curse.

Hearing this, the Emperor's face grew darker. By now, the descendants of the Prince of Qi and the former Crown Prince were almost all dead. So the Crown Prince could not curse him through his own offspring.

And his father had also died of illness a few years ago.

Now, those closest to him by blood were none other than his sons and daughters.

"Minister Yuan means that my children have been used," the Emperor said as he pondered. Could this be retribution? He had wiped out the bloodlines of the Crown Prince and the Prince of Qi, and now they were using his own children to take revenge.

At this thought, the Emperor shuddered.

Yuan Tiangang hesitated, then said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, this bloodline curse cannot be cast without the assistance of someone with the same blood."

The Emperor was startled and exclaimed, "What did you say?"

Yuan Tiangang wiped the cold sweat from his brow and repeated himself in a low voice.

The Emperor's face grew even darker, and a glint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Bo shook his head. He had no interest in staying any longer. By now, he had figured out the whole story: in short, the son coveted the father's throne and had allied with the former Crown Prince to kill his own father.

Now that the father had discovered it, Wang Bo could guess with his backside what would happen next—nothing but a scene of filial piety and paternal affection.

The imperial family knows no亲情.

So he waved his hand and said, "Forget it, handle it yourselves. I'm leaving."

With that, he vanished.

Seeing Wang Bo suddenly disappear, the Emperor's anger finally erupted: "Lawless! Utterly lawless! I will exterminate your nine clans!"

But the next second, a sword qi suddenly burst from the void, sweeping past the Emperor's head as Yuan Tiangang watched in horror.

The Emperor felt a chill on his forehead, and his black hair fell in a rustle, revealing a shiny bald head.

"Next time you speak ill of me, I'll cut off your head!"

In an instant, the Emperor was chilled to the bone.

...

A few days after returning from the Chang'an palace, Wang Bo suddenly received a message from his cheat system.

[Host, the transmigrator is dead.]

"What? Lord Wutian is dead?" Wang Bo was startled—indeed, he jumped up, because the news was too shocking.

Lord Wutian, such a formidable figure—how could he be dead?

Who? Who killed Lord Wutian? Wasn't the Spirit Mountain sealed, with no way in or out? How could someone sneak in and kill Lord Wutian?

The Jade Emperor? He had the strength and the motive, after all, he was the Lord of the Three Realms. He couldn't be as pathetic as in the story; in reality, his power was certainly not inferior to Tathagata Buddha.

In Journey to the West, when the Monkey King boasted he would take the Jade Emperor's throne, Tathagata once said that the Jade Emperor had cultivated since childhood, enduring one thousand seven hundred and fifty kalpas, each kalpa lasting one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred years.

That meant the Jade Emperor was at least a hundred million years old. In that long time, even a pig could become a great power, let alone the Jade Emperor.

When the Monkey King caused havoc in Heaven, the Jade Emperor said, 'Go invite Tathagata Buddha,' and Tathagata came obediently. This shows that Tathagata also had to show him respect.

Even in this world, the Jade Emperor might not be as dominant as imagined, but he was no weakling.

But the problem was, Lord Wutian was no weakling either.

He had crushed the Spirit Mountain—his strength was formidable. How could he be killed so suddenly?

[It's not Lord Wutian; it's another transmigrator.]

"Another one? Who? How did he die?" Wang Bo then remembered that in the world of Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons, besides Lord Wutian, there was another transmigrator.

[I don't know. He's dead anyway. According to my observations, there is only one transmigrator left in this world.]

Wang Bo: ...

To be honest, Wang Bo's mood was complicated. He had traveled through many worlds, and this should be his first failure.

Because of his carelessness, a foreigner had died in a strange land.

Oh well, he still had the Moonlight Box and could go back in time. He should first investigate how this transmigrator died, then return to the past and save him.

[In view of your work error this time, resulting in the death of a transmigrator, I am now executing the penalty clause: randomly deducting one of the prizes you have obtained.]

[Random prize deduction confirmed... Moonlight Box.]

Wang Bo: ????