The Heavens Start to Reverse Fate from Martial Arts

Chapter 241: The Emperor and His Ministers Are in Harmony, the Imperial Court

Daqian Palace, Qianqing Palace.

The palace stands tall and majestic, with red walls, yellow tiles, flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, demonstrating the royal luxury and majesty.

The palace walls are high and heavily guarded, and there is a solemn and dignified atmosphere in the air.

"My lord, please come this way..." The old eunuch in brown eunuch uniform slightly bent his body and followed closely, half a step behind.

Yang An had a crazy look on his face, and walked towards the palace gate in the distance in a carefree manner.

From beginning to end, he never once glanced at the old eunuch beside him or the guards around him. Although his behavior was still moderate, it was difficult to hide the arrogance and unruliness in his bones.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." The two men walked through the palace gate and into the Qianqing Palace, then bowed in unison to Emperor Qian Yang Pan, who was sitting behind the desk, reviewing memorials with his head down.

"No need to be so polite..." Yang Pan put down the imperial pen, looked up at Yang An with amusement: "An'er, isn't he eyeing Bi Shihua from Yunmeng Country? How come you have time to return to Yujing City?" The doting expression in his words was beyond words.

He was dressed in a golden dragon robe, sitting upright with a resolute and stern face.

His eyes are deep and majestic, and he is intimidating without being angry, showing the appearance of an emperor. His every move exudes a strong aura and kingly demeanor.

"Bi Shihua is just a coward. I have tried everything, but I have not been able to force him to leave the Tiefutu camp."

Yang An pretended to be depressed, but soon his face showed his pride again, and he said confidently: "But don't worry, father. I have bribed the generals around him. After dealing with the matter of Yujing City, I will definitely eliminate this hidden danger for Daqian."

Bi Shihua, one of the eight great demon fairies, the Black Wolf King, the general of the Yunmeng Kingdom, the commander of the invincible Iron Army Tiefutu, and a powerful person who has experienced thunder tribulation.

The ghost immortal who has suffered one thunder tribulation is not strong, but Bi Shihua possesses two powerful magic weapons, the Axe of Doom and the Cloak of Doom, and his combat power is comparable to that of a strong person who has suffered three thunder tribulations.

The Iron Pagoda is a powerful army famous throughout the world. The weakest of the soldiers are innate martial artists. They are covered in iron armor and ride astride the Black Demon Kirin horse. With the support of Bi Shihua, they are capable of fighting against the peak martial saints.

Even now, he has no confidence in killing Bi Shihua in the army formation. Of course, if he faces him alone, killing him will be as easy as butchering a dog.

Yang Pan's eyes were as deep as the abyss. He quietly examined Yang An who was sitting below him, and said with a faint smile: "An'er will stay in Beijing for a while longer this time. It happens that the Spring Festival is approaching, so there is no rush for Bi Shihua's matter."

Yang An pretended to hesitate, thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "I have been confused about martial arts recently, so I will take this opportunity to enter the Sutra Pavilion and learn from others."

Jingge, where the royal collections are kept.

When compiling the martial arts and Taoist classics, he collected all the martial arts and Taoist methods from all over the world and stored them in the Sutra Pavilion. This was also the main purpose of his return to Yujing this time.

There is no reason to miss this huge wave of luck points.

Yang Pan nodded slightly, waved his hand and sent a dragon-flavored imperial decree to the void in front of Yang An: "With this decree, you can read as many books as you want in the Sutra Pavilion. This is a reward from your father for your accumulated achievements during this period of time."

"Thank you, father!" Yang An accepted it with great joy, without any politeness. In his previous personality, he didn't know what politeness was.

Yang Pan raised his lips slightly and nodded, "If you can become a powerful human immortal, the pressure on your father will be less. Among all the princes, you have the most outstanding talent in martial arts, so don't let your father down."

The reason why he thought so highly of Yang An was because of his unprecedented talent in martial arts. As a seventeen-year-old peak martial saint, it was only a matter of time for him to become a powerful human immortal.

Daqian seemed to be prosperous and peaceful, but in fact it had long been plagued by deep-seated problems.

There are hundreds of holy families, holy sects, and various large and small forces that are intertwined and threaten the rule of Daqian at all times.

Outside, there are the Yunmeng Empire, the Jingyuan Temple, the Yuantu Kingdom... These powerful forces are threatening and suppressing Daqian's space for expansion.

The Tai Shang Dao's Meng Shen Ji was like a sword hanging over the heads of the Daqian royal family, constantly threatening the lives of successive Daqian emperors.

If Daqian wants to maintain internal stability and expand, it must have the power to suppress everything, and this is what he has been doing.

As for Yang An’s threat, he was confident that he could control everything and had never worried about it. This was the confidence of an emperor.

Yang An quickly clasped his fists and bowed: "Your son will not let your father down." "Well, let's go back home and settle down first..." Yang Pan nodded lightly and waved his hand.

"Your son will take his leave." Yang An turned and left with a smile on his face, his steps filled with a light-hearted mood.

Yang Pan retracted his gaze and asked calmly, "What do you think, Grand Master?"

"Your energy is like wolf smoke. Your fist intention is condensed and will soon reach the heaven and earth. You can sense the sun, moon and stars, and you will enter the realm of human immortals within five years." Hong Xuanji walked slowly out from behind the screen, came to the imperial desk, bowed solemnly, and replied in a solemn voice.

He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with an upright posture and a cold and majestic face.

His deep eyes revealed wisdom and calmness; his every move and gesture displayed the demeanor of a great Neo-Confucian scholar; he was dignified and solemn, and majestic without being angry.

"Very good!" Yang Pan smiled, turned his head to look at Hong Xuanji who was standing in front of the imperial desk, and asked with a smile: "What about you, Grand Master? How long will it take?"

Hong Xuanji was indifferent for a while, then slowly said: "The heart barrier can be cut off at any time."

“Very good!” Yang Pan’s eyes lit up, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: “I look forward to the day when Grand Master achieves human immortality.”

Hong Xuanji bowed slightly and said calmly, "I will definitely live up to your Majesty's expectations."

Yang Pan tapped the imperial desk with his fingers. After a moment, he said in a low voice, "The situation is complicated now, and all parties are ready to make a move. What do you think, Grand Master, should we do?"

Hong Xuanji straightened his back and answered solemnly: "Your Majesty, we should use the means of division to suppress and disintegrate the internal troubles. As for the external enemies such as Yunmeng, we can send elite soldiers and generals to intimidate them with iron and blood. When we have accumulated enough strength, we can sweep across the world in one fell swoop and unify the world."

Yang Pan nodded slightly, and said helplessly: "Grandmaster, what you said is very true, but the Great Daoist Meng Shenji has always been a big worry for me. This person's Taoism is profound and unfathomable, and he is determined to oppose me. What can I do?"

What he really feared was the strongest man in the world, Meng Shenji. The threat of such a strong man around was really unsettling.

Hong Xuanji was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, although Meng Shenji is strong, the Supreme Dao cannot do it alone. Your Majesty can unite other forces to fight against Meng Shenji. At the same time, Your Majesty can recruit talents from all over the world, cultivate strong heroes, and prepare to solve the internal troubles."

Yang Pan nodded slightly, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes: "Grand Master's plan is very much in line with my wishes. Grand Master is worthy of being the backbone of my Daqian. He is really insightful."

Hong Xuanji bowed slightly and said calmly: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. I am just doing my duty as a minister. Your Majesty needs to control all decisions and the overall situation."

Yang Pan laughed and shook his head. This was the character of Hong Xuanji, the master of Neo-Confucianism. The Neo-Confucian ideas in his heart were unwavering, and he could always put himself in the right position.

After a moment of hesitation, he slowly said, "Now Daqian seems stable, but in fact, there are undercurrents. I need the Grand Master and Marquis Guanjun to work together to consolidate the foundation of Daqian."

Hong Xuanji bowed solemnly and said, "Your Majesty, rest assured. I will do my best to help you solve your problems."

"I have full confidence in the Grand Tutor's ability. Let's talk about this for today..." Yang Pan said, picking up the imperial pen and continuing to review memorials with his head down.

Hong Xuanji bowed, turned around silently and left the Qianqing Palace.

……

Yang An went around in circles and came straight to the Sutra Pavilion deep in the palace.

The guards at the door and the strong men who were guarding in secret, seeing him holding the imperial order, welcomed him with smiles and let him in.

Yang An strode into the Sutra Pavilion with his head held high, passing through numerous magic arrays. An ancient and mysterious atmosphere filled his face, and a small world of one thousand meters in radius came into view.

Inside, there are many bookshelves filled with various books, most of which are about martial arts and Taoism.

“It’s published…” Yang An showed excitement, his eyes slowly swept across the bookshelf, his heart full of anticipation.

The books here are worth at least tens of millions of luck points, and these are treasures waiting for him to dig out.

(End of this chapter)