Military Advisor and Princess

Chapter 116

The white-robed sage sat by the window, his calm eyes gazing at the sky, watching the clouds drift by. Two strands of white hair swayed in the breeze, adding to the ethereal feeling, as if he were already outside the mortal world, ready to be swept away by the floating clouds at any moment.

Huang Ying lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought, but kept secretly glancing up at the Holy Lord sitting by the window: Wow, what a perfect immortal! That's the mysterious Sect Master? How exciting! She finally saw him, and he was even sitting in the same room with her! She was so happy! He had just spoken to her; his voice was so beautiful! So melodious, yet she felt she had heard it somewhere before. Could it be? She had never seen the Sect Master before. Such a remarkable figure, besides Mo Jun, was unparalleled in the world. But Mo Jun was a tragic figure! Such a wise and handsome man, yet he was killed by that vicious, venomous woman, Cheng Wuying. How hateful! Hmph, if Cheng Wuying ever falls into her hands, she will make her suffer a fate worse than death. She needs someone to test her new medicine; she'll leave that to Cheng Wuying. Hmph...

"Little Yingying, your expression is terrifying! Who offended you? It couldn't be Weiwei, could it?" Saint Orange's peach blossom eyes sparkled as she leaned closer to Huang Ying in an ambiguous manner and smiled.

Xiao Yingying's expression is really terrifying! Don't think that she's a miracle doctor who only saves people. Those who haven't been tormented by her don't know what it's like. If you happen to be there when she's refining medicine, what was originally just a minor injury will become a living hell after she treats it. A minor injury will turn into a serious injury, comparable to that poisonous woman, Sheng Zi.

“Little Weiwei? Hmph, he... he wouldn’t dare offend me!” Huang Ying was stunned at first, and asked in a daze. But when she saw Sheng Cheng’s face laughing so hard, she immediately understood. Her face turned bright red, and she snorted coldly in a seemingly fierce manner. However, her tone was stuttering, and with her red face, she looked more like she was shy and guilty.

"Oh! Little Yingying is so amazing! But being too fierce might scare Weiwei away!" Sheng Cheng unfolded his folding fan, fanned himself, and smiled as if giving you a serious piece of advice. But his frivolous manner was completely unconvincing.

"Hmph, do you think you're like that? So cowardly. If you're so easily scared away by Xiaoying, how could you be worthy of Xiaoying?" Shengqing sneered at Shengcheng with disdain.

"Ha... Me, a coward? I, Sheng Cheng, am known for being both meticulous and daring." Sheng Cheng closed her folding fan, pointed to her nose, and puffed out her chest.

"Attentive yet bold..."

...

Sigh, Saint Orange and Saint Green are truly natural enemies. Even things that have nothing to do with them can cause them to have such a huge argument. It's really... speechless. Everyone present, except for Saint King, shook their heads and sighed. This 'big argument' didn't disturb Saint King at all; he remained unchanged, gazing at the sky, quiet yet impossible to ignore.

"Stop! Aren't you two annoying? You can't even argue over such a small thing. As the saying goes, 'Harmony is the most precious thing in all things.' A harmonious family brings prosperity. Arguing not only damages harmony but is also very bad for health. Such harmful and useless things are detrimental to both body and mind. As the sages said..." Needless to say, the speaker was Sheng Lü, who was even more of a nag than Tang Sanzang. As soon as she got the chance, she started her sermon again.

Upon hearing Sheng Lu speak, everyone's faces immediately darkened, and cold sweat began to bead on their foreheads. Sheng Zi and Huang Ying glared at Sheng Cheng and Sheng Qing, who had caused this 'disaster': It's all your fault! Who knows how long this nagging will last now? Sheng Cheng and Sheng Qing wiped away their cold sweat and couldn't help but regret it: Yes! Why did we have to argue about such pointless things? Who knows how long we'll have to suffer now.

The sudden sound of voices coming from outside the room made the four people, who were on the verge of 'committing suicide', come back to life and quickly exchange glances.

Sheng Cheng quickly spoke up, shouting, "There are people talking about Mo Junye outside!"

Sheng Lu was interrupted halfway through her sentence and was about to lash out in displeasure. However, after hearing Sheng Cheng's words clearly, she immediately held her breath and listened intently. Sure enough, the restaurant's main hall seemed to suddenly become lively, with everyone talking about Mo Jun. In fact, the restaurant's soundproofing was excellent, but those present were all highly skilled individuals with profound internal energy. As long as they listened carefully, they could clearly hear the conversation outside the main hall.

A refined voice rang out: "Although Young Master Mo is a woman, her brilliant strategies are unmatched in the world. She truly deserves the title of the number one strategist in the land. Her wisdom is unparalleled, and I admire her greatly. In particular, her touching love story with Prince Jin is truly moving! Alas, heaven is jealous of beauty. Such a charming person died young, which is truly regrettable."

Another clear voice echoed, "Indeed! On the day I was fortunate enough to witness the divine appearance of Young Master Mo on the way back from the army, I felt that I had no regrets in this life. Having such a person is truly a blessing for Longxuan! It is a pity that Heaven is unkind. When I first heard of Young Master Mo's passing, I was saddened for a long time. When I thought of the divine demeanor that once made the world pale in comparison and that will never be seen again, I couldn't help but shed tears that soaked my blue robe."

A sudden silence fell. Everyone seemed to be grieving for Young Master Mo, and faint sobs could be heard. Those in the room who knew the truth glanced meaningfully at the Holy Emperor, who was also disturbed, and all of them wore a strange smile: Half a year had passed, and the people of the world were still grieving for Young Master Mo. This showed what a status Young Master Mo held in the hearts of the people.

A rough voice suddenly broke the silence of the hall, angrily saying, "Damn it, it's all that damned bitch Cheng Wuying's fault! How could she lay a hand on someone like Mo Jungong? Humph, she thinks she can marry Prince Jin? In this world, only Young Master Mo Jun is worthy of Prince Jin, and only Prince Jin is worthy of Young Master Mo Jun. They are a match made in heaven. Cheng Wuying went against the heavens and deserves to die. She will get her retribution sooner or later."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone echoed them, and a chorus of curses rose and fell in the hall, all directed at Cheng Wuying. They said all sorts of nasty things, enough to drown Cheng Wuying in their spittle.

Amid the curses, a slightly aged voice, equally indignant, said, "And the Seven Killings Tower is equally hateful. What did Young Master Mo do to offend them? Even though she's no longer alive, they still won't let her go. They forbid everyone in the world from talking about Young Master Mo, and they've killed so many innocent people. They deserve to go to the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated. Young Master Mo is the strategist in the hearts of the people. If you want us to shut up about Young Master Mo and forget him, you'll have to kill everyone in the world."

"Old Chen is right. The Seven Killings Tower has long been in hell. Only today can we breathe a sigh of relief, mourn Young Master Mo, and no longer live on tenterhooks. This is all thanks to the Holy Lord of the Holy Immortal Sect. It was he and Young Master Ling who destroyed the Seven Killings Tower and restored peace to the world." The clear and elegant voice rang out again, with a relaxed tone.

"It is said that the Holy Monarch's martial arts are unparalleled and unheard of. No one knows how strong he really is. He is unfathomable and truly the greatest person in history. However, he is also very mysterious, and very few people have seen his true face." A smug voice followed up the elegant voice, as if showing off his good information.

"The Holy Ruler and Young Master Mo are both heroes of the world," the aged voice continued.

"Yes! Yes... Young Master Mo..."

"The Holy Emperor..."

The entire hall was in an uproar, with more and more people joining in the lively discussion between Young Master Mo and the Holy Lord.

However, there was one exception. In a corner of the main hall, a man dressed in a black robe and wearing a black hat sat quietly from beginning to end, playing with the cup in his hand. Hearing the discussion of the people, he just smiled, and a cruel sneer appeared on his lips hidden under the hat. After a while, the man in black disappeared, leaving only the broken cup.

The group of people eavesdropping in the room laughed even harder as they listened. It seemed that the people of the world still supported Young Master Mo and the Prince!

"Cheng, did something happen?" The Holy Lord ignored the ambiguous expressions on everyone's faces, his calm and unwavering eyes turning from the horizon back to the bustling street.

"What's going on?" Sheng Cheng's ambiguous expression suddenly turned into confusion. Following Sheng Jun's gaze, she looked out the window and immediately frowned, exclaiming in bewilderment, "Hey! Why are there so many martial arts practitioners here? The Seven Killings Tower has been destroyed, so why are so many martial arts practitioners gathered here? What are they trying to do?"

The group exchanged glances and looked out the window. The once bustling street had suddenly become crowded and noisy, filled with martial arts practitioners wielding swords, broadswords, and various other weapons. Almost every sect had gathered; was a martial arts tournament about to begin?

"Saint Orange, what kind of leader are you? How can you be so ignorant of what happened?" Saint Qing reprimanded Saint Orange with a grave expression. Something must have happened. He felt very uneasy.

"I... Sect Master, I will go and find out the reason immediately." Saint Orange, unusually, didn't flinch from Saint Green and spoke seriously to Saint Lord.

"Yes, we'll rest here for the night." The Holy Lord paused for a moment, then nodded. It wasn't that he was particularly interested in what had happened, but deep down, a voice kept telling him to stay, that perhaps he would catch up.

The night is deep and still, with no stars or moon tonight. On such a dark and windy night, things are destined to be anything but peaceful.

The emperor lay sprawled on the bed, unable to sleep, his mind wandering far away. Suddenly, a wonderfully fragrant aroma filled the room, and a different scent emanated from outside.

What an unsettling night! The Holy Emperor lay quietly with his eyes slightly closed, waiting...

A short while later, someone pried open his door, tiptoed in, and came to his bedside.

"This is the Holy Emperor? Why is he an old man with white hair?" a deliberately lowered voice muttered to itself in confusion.

"Who cares if his hair is white or not? Getting the secret manual is the most important thing," another authoritative voice, seemingly that of the leader, reprimanded.

"Yes, yes... Senior Brother is right. Senior Brother is indeed powerful. Even the Holy Emperor has fallen into Senior Brother's hands." The voice that had been doubting earlier said obsequiously.

"Hmph, I finally managed to get my hands on this number one bone-softening powder. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, as long as you inhale this, you will become powerless and at the mercy of others." The person called the senior brother sneered smugly.

"Wow, that's amazing! Once we get the secret manual and the treasure map, Senior Brother will be the number one martial artist in the world and the richest man in the world. Little Six will definitely follow Senior Brother to the death..." Little Six said admiringly.

"Stop talking nonsense and find the secret manual." The senior brother scolded again, but his tone was full of smugness.

"Yes, yes..." Xiao Liu nodded repeatedly, looking towards the Holy Emperor who was lying down. Just as the Holy Emperor was about to move, there seemed to be another sound outside the room.

"Someone's here, let's hide." The man who claimed to be the eldest brother said alertly, and he and Xiao Liuzi hid behind the bed.

Lying on the bed, the Holy King sneered inwardly: Tonight is certainly lively! But what secret manuals or treasures are they looking for?

It's that sleeping potion again. Ugh, can't these people come up with something new?