Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Chapter 109 Entering My Holy Gate

It's understandable that Chao Nu Yao doesn't believe it. After all, what foolish woman would believe someone who comes up to her and says, "I can make you the queen of a country"?

Moreover, for a woman, the Queen of Han, to acquire Snow Robe Fortress is even more difficult than making the Tide Demon Queen the Queen.

Moreover, although Yang Che's current position as Sikong seems high, the actual power of Sikong is the lowest among the positions of Sima and Sikou.

Compared to the Sikou, who was in charge of the judiciary, and the Sima, who commanded the army, the Sikong was responsible for various domestic projects. This position did not have much power to begin with. In addition, in recent years, South Korea has been small and weak, and its domestic construction projects have reached a bottleneck. There have been no major projects for many years. As a result, the position of Sikong has been vacant for many years and has long lost its former power.

It was precisely because of this that no one objected when King Han An promoted the young Yang Che to the high position of Minister of Works.

But now Yang Che is telling her that he can help her obtain Snow Robe Fortress. How could the Tide Demoness believe that? If she did, it would be an insult to her intelligence.

Others might not know the extent of her cousin Bai Yifei's strength, but she certainly did. In the Nightfall, while Ji Wuye appeared to be the leader, the strongest among them was Bai Yifei, the Blood-Clad Marquis. Whether in martial arts or in controlling the army, Bai Yifei was superior to Ji Wuye.

Only with Bai Yifei's support could Ji Wuye become a powerful general; without Bai Yifei's support, Ji Wuye could only remain a general.

"How much do you know about my identity?" Faced with the Tide Demon's questioning of his abilities, Yang Che was not angry. In a moment, he would naturally convince the Tide Demon.

"Yang Sikong's painting skills are undoubtedly unparalleled, but that alone is not enough to stir up trouble in the court. Neither the Flower School, Liu Yi, nor the King's favor are enough for you to wield the power to contend with the Nightfall." The Tide Demoness regained her composure, though her clothes were still tattered and revealing her cleavage.

"Power is something you earn yourself, not something given to you by others. As for how I will fight for power, I will naturally rely on the Flower Sect," Yang Che said leisurely.

South Korea is indeed a very good place. Although it is a bit weak, the court is very simple and the divisions are clear. However, due to the presence of night, the South Korean government is in chaos, which is the perfect space for Yang Che to develop the power of the Holy Sect.

"The Flower School, you think you can defeat them with just your painting and music skills?" Chao Nu Yao sneered, realizing that she had been completely careless and had failed at the hands of such a naive young man.

"The Flower Sect is just an identity I want others to know," Yang Che said.

"You have another identity?" the Tide Fairy asked in surprise.

However, the Flower Sect appeared out of nowhere. Among the various schools of thought and wandering martial artists, there was indeed no such sect. Could it be that—as Chao Nu Yao pondered, a hint of expectation arose that she herself was unaware of.

Yang Che's words stirred her ambition. She just didn't believe in Yang Che's abilities. If Yang Che really had a powerful background, then she wouldn't necessarily be unable to cooperate with him.

Rather than sacrificing everything to pave the way for Bai Yifei, she would rather see Bai Yifei become her stepping stone.

"The Flower Sect is just one of the two sects and six paths of the Holy Gate, and it can even be said to be the smallest of them." Yang Che began to fabricate lies again. No, it should not be called lies, but rather a plan for the future, a blueprint for the development of the Holy Gate.

"The Holy Gate?" The Tide Demoness frowned.

Two factions and six paths?

"The Holy Gate encompasses all schools of thought, divided into two factions and six paths. The Flower School cultivates music and painting skills externally, and the Way of Diplomacy internally. They are the strategists within the Holy Gate. The other faction is the Yin Gui School, whose members are all women. Their goal is to ascend to the pinnacle of power as women. The Empress Dowager of Qi was a member of the Yin Gui School." Yang Che connected the stories of the two worlds, making his words more credible.

"The Queen Dowager of Qi was actually from the Holy Sect?" Chao Nu Yao exclaimed, moved.

There are seven kingdoms in the world. Although queens and empresses dowager are noble, they are not uncommon. However, the queen of Qi is undoubtedly a very special one. As a woman, she controlled the power of Qi for decades. During her regency, she made friendly relations with other countries and comforted her subjects, allowing Qi to enjoy decades of peace. Such a woman can be called a legend.

Looking at the empress dowagers and queens of various countries over the past century, perhaps only Empress Dowager Xuan of Qin could truly surpass the Queen Dowager Jun.

"Otherwise, how could a young woman from the Imperial Historian's family find the exiled Crown Prince of Qi in the midst of chaos and help him ascend the throne? Not only the Queen Dowager of Qi, but also the Queen Dowager of Qin, Zhao, also came from the Yin Gui School." Yang Che threw out an even more enticing bait.

Empress Dowager Jun has passed away, and the Qi state she controlled is no longer the Qi state at its peak; it can only be confined to a corner of the country. But Empress Dowager Zhao of Qin is different.

The Qin state was at its zenith, and in terms of the weight of its power, the Queen Dowager of Zhao could be considered the foremost woman in the land.

"Even the Queen Dowager of Qin was a member of the Yin Gui Sect of the Holy Gate?" Chao Nu Yao's breathing became heavier.

Although she had never met Empress Dowager Zhao, she admired her greatly.

"If she hadn't been born into a holy family, how could she and King Zheng of Qin, a widow and orphan, have survived in the Zhao state, where they were surrounded by enemies?" Yang Che didn't say anything specific, but his words sparked endless imagination in Chao Nu Yao.

"I see, I see," Chao Nu Yao said in realization. Even she had the support of the night. It was only natural that a woman like Empress Zhao would have the Yin Gui Sect and the Holy Gate that Yang Che mentioned behind her.

But—as Zhao Ji pondered, a question flashed through her mind: since Yang Che and Zhao Ji both came from the same sacred school, why didn't he stay in Qin?

In Chao Nuyao's understanding, people strive for higher positions, just as water flows downhill. Even being a prefect in Qin is better than being the Minister of Works in Han.

Therefore, Chao Nv Yao raised her own questions.

Faced with Chao Nu Yao's questioning, Yang Che gave a wry smile and said, "The Holy Gate is not a monolithic entity. The two factions and six paths each have their own agendas. The Yin Gui Sect has bet on Empress Dowager Zhao and relies on the Qin Kingdom for development. The Mo Xiang Sect has cultivated deep roots in the grasslands, and its influence spans the northern border of the Zhao Kingdom and the grasslands. The Butian Pavilion is specifically opposed to the Qin Kingdom. Since the passing of the second Holy Emperor, it has long since fallen apart."

"The Butian Pavilion?" Chao Nu Yao's gaze sharpened upon hearing this. She had heard of the Butian Pavilion. According to Nightfall's intelligence, the Luo Wang had suffered a crushing defeat in the Wei Kingdom, with even the strongest Heavenly-ranked assassin, Yan Ri, dying at the hands of the Butian Pavilion.

The strength of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion is terrifying.

However, considering that even Empress Dowager Zhao came from the Yin Gui Sect of the Holy Gate, it was only natural that the Butian Pavilion was so powerful.

Two factions and six paths: the Yin Gui faction has Empress Dowager Zhao, the Butian Pavilion can thwart the Luo Wang, which is even more powerful than the Nightfall; the Hua Jian faction has reached its peak in painting and has connections with kings and generals; and there's the Demon Xiang Sect, which spans the northern border of the Zhao Kingdom across the grasslands. These four factions alone are already so terrifying, so what if we add another four—

"Hiss—" The Tide Demoness thought, and couldn't help but gasp. But then she felt an even greater surge of excitement. If she could join the Holy Gate, wouldn't Nightfall and Snow Robe Fortress be a piece of cake?

However, the Tide Demoness quickly calmed down because Yang Che had just said that the Holy Gate had already fallen apart.

At this thought, the Tide Demoness's soaring ambition instantly crumbled, but was immediately followed by a deep sense of resentment. Her ambition had been aroused, her desires ignited, but now she was told—

No, no.

"Now that the Holy Gate has fallen apart, what right does your Flower Sect have to cooperate with me, and what right do you have to plot against Snow Robe Fortress?" the Tide Demoness questioned.

"I am still the nominal master of the Holy Gate," Yang Che said proudly.