Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

Upon hearing this, the scholar cupped his hands in greeting to Yuan Shikai and then strolled outside.

In the imperial palace, Jingming, who was lying on the dragon throne in the Golden Hall, stared blankly at the dragon pattern on the ceiling.

Just as Yuan Shikai and his companions were discussing the assassination of Jingming, he sensed a faint but palpable killing intent.

The cicadas know the autumn winds before they even blow.

This is a sensory ability that naturally emerges after a certain degree of spiritual transformation.

Not to mention that the dragon throne beneath Jingming is now the center of the Forbidden City and the heart of this imperial city.

With the blessing of Qimen Dunjia, one's perception of certain things is quite accurate.

"This fate of being 'destined for murder' is truly something else; there are always villains trying to harm me."

As Jingming spoke, he put the Zizhi Tongjian (Comprehensive Mirror for Aid in Government) on his chest aside.

A certain Qing emperor once instigated a literary inquisition, which resulted in the confiscation of a considerable number of books.

"Unfortunately, the Qing Dynasty had a lot of talented people, but they were all used for internal strife."

Jingming squinted his eyes, as if he were taking a rest.

"When will Uncle Wang be able to bring it back to the capital?"

Jingming lay on the dragon throne and asked directly.

Rustling.

"Your Majesty, the remains of Prince Chun have already set off. However, there are many routes in the Yunnan and Guizhou areas, and there are also rebel forces blocking the way. It will probably take some more time."

A eunuch knelt down beneath Jingming's dragon throne and addressed him.

"Approximately how long will it take?"

"Uncle Wang sacrificed his life for the country; his body should not be left to wander outside for too long."

Jingming asked again.

"It will probably take about another month."

The eunuch kept his head down, staring intently at the floor tiles in front of him, not daring to raise his head even slightly.

No one in the Qing court dares to underestimate this young emperor.

Was Yuan Shikai any different? He still wet himself in front of the young emperor, didn't he?

This resulted in the Qing court's policies achieving a level of clarity and transparency that had not been reached before during this period.

Of course, this was because Jingming would call over a prince or minister every day to chat for a bit, and then use "personal charisma" to label them.

However, this practice of suppressing their true nature will eventually give way to something else once Jingming leaves.

"A month? Does that mean you won't be able to come back until after the New Year?"

Jingming tapped the dragon throne beneath him listlessly and said in a low voice.

At the same time, it was also close to the time when the Nationalist government would be established.

The changes brought about by Jingming's arrival could not alter the collapse of the Qing court.

It simply meant that the people in the capital and provincial capitals, which were still under the Qing Dynasty's rule, would have a slightly better life.

However, the good aspects are limited.

After all, the Qing court was corrupt from the root.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The eunuch trembled slightly as he responded softly.

"It's boring, being an emperor is boring."

"Go down and keep a close watch on the way back for me."

"Report to me immediately if there are any changes."

After saying this, Jingming waved his hand, signaling the eunuch to leave.

"twitter."

The eunuch kowtowed, retreated directly outside the main hall, and then turned and walked away into the distance.

The atmosphere in the deserted Golden Palace was cold, especially in the dead of winter.

However, none of this had any effect on Jingming.

Wrapped in a heavy robe, Jingming had reached a state where he was impervious to heat and cold.

"Alas, someone has come in."

"Not those guys from the Imperial Observatory."

Jingming tilted his head slightly, looking towards the direction of a palace gate.

"Set up the display stands and enjoy the flowers in the Imperial Garden!"

Jingming sat up from the dragon throne, his voice echoing in the empty Golden Palace.

"twitter!"

With a response, a sedan chair was carried in from outside, with several heaters burning inside.

"Tsk, this little life, who wouldn't be confused?"

Jingming climbed into the sedan chair, holding a small hand warmer in his hands, and muttered a sigh of admiration.

What does it mean to be waited on hand and foot? This is it!

"This Quanxing Demon Lord should be on his way to the Imperial Garden right now."

"Should we ambush them on the road, or assassinate them in the Imperial Garden?"

At the foot of the desolate city wall, several Tang Clan assassins dressed as eunuchs were exchanging hushed conversations.

"Let's lie in ambush in the Imperial Garden first."

Tang Xiao, the leader of the Tang Clan, lowered his head and pondered for a moment before speaking.

It was no easy task to sneak into the young emperor's carriage procession without making a sound.

Especially when the opponent is incredibly powerful.

They had also heard about the great battle that took place in the skies above the capital three days ago.

The clash between the two Yang Gods caused a tremor throughout the capital city.

With such strength, the opponent would likely sense it as soon as the person gets even slightly close.

After all, the Yang Shen, such a mysterious and profound thing, is even more praiseworthy than their own Dan Shi.

However, precisely because of this, even though the Great Demon of Quanxing had reached the realm of Yang Shen Tong Xuan, he would inevitably be injured after fighting against the other three Yang Shen, and his strength would not be as great as before.

This would give them the opportunity to assassinate the Quanxing Sect leader who was impersonating the young emperor.

Thinking of this, a flicker of fervor flashed in Tang Xiao's desolate eyes.

The Tang Clan has never used Dan Shi to assassinate a Yang Shen Zhenren before.

Even in the sect's records, the battle between the founder and Zhang Ling is only mentioned briefly.

Now, if he can kill this Quanxing demon with Dan Shi, wouldn't that prove that their Dan Shi can not only kill people, but also gods?

"Let's go hide in the Imperial Garden first."

Tang Xiao suppressed his inner fervor, his eyes returning to their desolate state, completely blending into the cold surroundings.

"Oh, they've already arrived?"

In front of the Imperial Garden, Jingming stepped down from the sedan chair, carrying a small hand warmer. He glanced at the Imperial Garden, then lowered his head and swayed back and forth.

"Alright then, let's go, come with me to see if the ink plum blossoms have bloomed yet."

Jingming turned around and spoke to a burly man wearing a yellow jacket.

This person was the one known as the First Baturu of the Qing Dynasty, who stood in front of Jingming.

That flick of Jingming didn't kill the opponent; instead, it helped them open up their Ren and Du meridians.

After returning to the palace, Jingming, in his capacity as emperor, summoned this fellow into the palace.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Upon hearing Jingming's words, Naba bowed and knelt down, paying his respects to Jingming. Then, with an excited expression, he followed Jingming into the Imperial Garden.

He was excited and wondered if his previous actions had caught the emperor's attention.

Jingming's answer to this was indeed the case.

However, Jingming's focus was not on Naba, but on Naba's bloodline.

To be precise, it's the setting of a naturally gifted person with extraordinary abilities.

If we trace this power from the bloodline, can we trace it back to the legendary gods?

So, Jingming wants to take a look at that.

"Here, this is the Five Animal Fist I got from the Imperial Hospital. See if you prefer tiger or bear. Connect the dots."