Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

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"Supervisor! Look at the fine apprentice you've trained!"

"He's plotting to kill me!"

Emperor Yuanjing's face was ashen as he roared angrily at the sky above the Star-Picking Tower.

He stared intently at Luo Chen's martial will that seemed to solidify between heaven and earth, and felt an overwhelming pressure sweeping over him.

Even though he was already at the late stage of the second-grade Tribulation Transcending Realm, he was still overwhelmed by the pressure, his breathing became labored, and an uncontrollable sense of dread surged in his heart.

[Damn it! That damned brat!]

[It must have devoured the immortal body of the Prince of Huai to have progressed so rapidly!]

His resentment and anger surged like a raging torrent.

But Luo Chen had already raised his eyes, his voice cold and sharp, piercing straight to the depths of the imperial city's dragon vein:

"Joan of Arc, your true form no longer needs to be hidden."

"Lord Pingyuan, beneath the imperial city's dragon vein lie tens of thousands of wronged souls, their bones withered. Do I really expect you to smash through the ground beneath my feet with a single punch and force me to reveal myself in such a sorry state?"

"If that's really the case, don't blame me for not giving you any imperial face!"

Luo Chen has come clean; he's not pretending anymore.

Today, he will eradicate all internal threats in the court so that he can focus on external matters without any further hindrances!

boom!!!

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from the depths of the imperial city's dragon vein.

A mass of dark, filthy muddy water, like turbid waves from a swamp, gushed out from the floor of the palace.

As it surged, it coalesced and took shape, transforming into a blurry yet sinister and demonic figure.

"The late... the late emperor?!"

In the imperial court, several veteran officials from two dynasties gasped in shock, their eyes filled with horror.

They recognized Joan of Arc's image; it was etched into their very bones.

Even more so, some, remembering the favors bestowed upon them by the previous dynasty, had already reddened their eyes, and hot tears rolled down their cheeks uncontrollably.

As the saying goes, "A new emperor brings a new court," and only then did everyone realize why most of the civil and military officials in the court were former ministers.

So that's where the root of the problem lies.

"Good, very good!"

"Supervisor, since you refuse to show yourself, it seems you are tacitly approving of this traitor's actions!"

Joan of Arc's gaze swept across the palace buildings, finally settling on the direction of the Star-Picking Tower, her tone laced with a chilling, resentful glint:

"Then when I kill the traitor, you'd better not show up... otherwise, I'll fight you to the death!"

Throughout the entire Great Feng Dynasty, everyone feared the Supervisor, but he alone, the Supreme Emperor, was fearless.

If the supervisor kills him, he will surely die, but if he kills the supervisor, he will be unharmed!

That's his confidence!

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly turned to look at Wei Yuan, his tone as cold as ice, each word like a knife:

"I do sympathize with your life."

"Since my soul was completely integrated, that woman has never touched me in the slightest."

"But she, in order to ensure that her children could grow up in peace, once took the initiative to seek me out in the middle of the night, hoping to please me and gain my favor in return."

"But I am obsessed with immortality, and nothing in the world, no matter how many living beings, can catch my eye."

He abruptly changed the subject, giving the order as if bestowing a favor:

"Today, you helped me quell this rebellion, so I will bestow her upon you as a reward."

"Otherwise, she'll die."

These words were spoken.

Each word struck Wei Yuan's heart like a hammer blow.

Wei Yuan was struck dumb, his mind reeling, his face drained of color, leaving only extreme struggle and pain.

On one side is the white moonlight hidden in one's heart for half a lifetime, for whom one is willing to give everything.

On one hand, there are those who share the same ideals and the path he now wants to support.

A difficult choice is like being stabbed in the heart by a thousand knives.

After a long silence, he exhaled a breath of stale air, his voice hoarse, yet each word firm:

"I'll trade my life for hers."

"I can condense all my essence and soul into an indestructible blood pill, a Dao-merging soul pill... to help you break through your shackles once more!"

"All you seek is immortality, but if you dare to harm her in the slightest..."

"I, Wei Yuan, will surely perish with you!"

Upon hearing this, Joan of Arc smiled and said, her face, covered in filth and filled with demonic desire:

"How touching. I knew you would make this choice."

"She is fortunate to have been treated this way by you in her entire life."

"In that case, I shall simply play matchmaker for you." Beauty.

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan felt a sense of relief.

When he looked at Luo Chen, his expression was unnatural, as if he could faintly hear the word "coward" in his ears.

Luo Chen sighed and said helplessly, "Little Wei, it seems that you've been so busy cultivating martial arts all these years that you've made your brain stupid."

"Believe in Joan of Arc, or you'd be better off believing I'm Joan of Arc's father!"

"If you don't believe me, listen to Joan of Arc calling me 'Father'!"

Luo Chen's aura suddenly turned bright red!

A beam of red light, piercing the heavens, broke through the nine layers of clouds!

His words carried weight, and he proclaimed in unison, "Empress Zhen De of the Great Feng Dynasty could only call me 'Father'!"

Joan of Arc snorted coldly upon hearing this.

Ten thousand spiritual swords condensed around him and flew towards Luo Chen, venting his dissatisfaction!

He simply kept quiet, otherwise he would have had to call out "father" within ten breaths.

Luo Chen strode forward, and his 72-zhang-tall golden body rose from the ground.

He spoke calmly, as if the Dharma were already at work:

"By imperial decree, Shangguan Xixue is to appear beside me!"