The Ming Dynasty's henchmen, working from nine to five

Chapter 87 The Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty

As Emperor Jiajing finished speaking, the illusory figure he referred to as the Imperial Preceptor swayed slightly.

The surrounding mist dissipated, revealing a woman in a white dress.

She had bare, snow-white feet, her black hair was tied up with a bone hairpin, and her face was covered by a veil, revealing only her clear black and white eyes.

In the blink of his eyes, there seemed to be a pool of cool, clear spring water, gently rippling.

Aside from lacking a bit of realism, she is otherwise no different from a normal woman.

If Shen Lang were here now, he would recognize that this person is the same person as the unorthodox fortune teller he met at Qingyun Temple!

The illusory figure stood with its hands at its sides, quietly watching Jia Jing without responding.

Jiajing wasn't annoyed and continued, "Those useless fools in the Imperial Observatory were completely unaware that someone was stealing the fate of the Ming Dynasty right under my nose!"

"And that damned thief, daring to steal even my things, how can I let him get away with it?"

"He must be utterly destroyed, body and soul, never to be reincarnated!"

At this point, he suddenly became extremely agitated, a wisp of white smoke faintly rose from the top of his head, and a cyan-gold light gradually flashed in his eyes!

Qi Yan is dead.

"What if Qi Xiaoyun finds out about this and runs away?"

"As long as the stolen national destiny remains unrecovered, I will not be able to eat or sleep in peace."

"Imperial Advisor, can you share my burdens?"

The illusory figure remained silent for a few moments, then slowly nodded and said succinctly, "Agreed."

The gloom on Jiajing's face suddenly vanished, and in an instant, her expression changed.

He spread his arms wide, laughing heartily as he "soared" through the hall.

"The gathering of three flowers at the top is no illusion, and soaring through the clouds beneath one's feet is also real."

"Who says the great dream will eventually end? Rootless and boundless, it remains untouched by dust."

The phantom swayed gently, watching quietly.

After a long while, Jiajing stopped and exhaled to finish her practice.

He placed one hand behind his back and the other in front of his chest, forming a sword gesture, adopting an air of otherworldly elegance. He slightly turned his head and asked, "What insightful opinion does the Imperial Advisor have?"

The illusory figure remained silent for a few moments before calmly saying, "If the astrologers of the sixth rank and above from the Imperial Observatory join forces, they can erect the Four Pillars of Destiny to intercept this segment of cause and effect within the River of Heaven and imprison it within the Jade Capital City."

"The Four Extremes Formation is complete. Only by personally setting foot in this world can the Duke of Zhenguo know about this matter."

Jiajing asked, "What is the Four Extremes Formation?"

The woman's illusory figure remained silent, but with a slight lift of her delicate hand, an ancient book emitting a faint glow appeared out of thin air before Jiajing.

Jiajing grabbed it and started flipping through it.

His brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently. After reading through everything, he said, "It actually requires dozens of Fate Masters of the sixth rank or above to sacrifice their divine souls simultaneously to activate it."

"What kind of method is this?"

The illusory figure of the Imperial Preceptor swayed slightly, and said succinctly, "Celestial Technique."

Jiajing glanced again at the ancient book that emitted a ghostly glow and seemed eerie, and asked suspiciously, "Is the Imperial Preceptor lying to me? Is this truly a magical artifact?"

"The path to immortality is formless and cannot be measured by ordinary reason."

"Your Majesty, you are attached to appearances."

The ethereal voices came from all directions, echoing endlessly within the hall.

Jia Jing was taken aback for a moment, then his expression suddenly turned serious, and he nodded solemnly, saying, "Thank you for your guidance, Grand Preceptor."

The illusory figure stood silently with its head bowed, saying nothing.

Jiajing then asked, "What are the consequences of the Imperial Astronomical Observer sacrificing his soul?"

The Imperial Advisor said, "His lifespan has been reduced by half, but his foundation will not be damaged. He can still help His Majesty deduce the secrets of heaven and assist His Majesty in accumulating fortune and ascending to immortality."

Jiajing slapped his thigh and said happily, "Such a powerful immortal technique, and it doesn't require any price to pay! Excellent, excellent!"

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The Imperial Advisor paused for a moment, then said, "After they take action, they will suffer a backlash from the Heavenly Dao. For the next three months, they will be unable to use the power of cause and effect. I hope Your Majesty will be aware of this."

Upon hearing this, Jiajing's face instantly turned cold again.

He didn't care that the Fate Master had lost half his life. After all, he had bestowed this thing upon him, and if this batch was crippled, he could just train another batch.

However, he found it hard to accept that he couldn't use the power of cause and effect for three months.

Because that would really affect him.

The fortune teller who stole the nation's destiny has not yet been caught, and the Imperial Observatory is now completely ineffective. What if that villain comes to steal again?

Jiajing frowned and expressed his concerns to the Imperial Advisor.

After listening, the phantom calmly said, "With me here, the fate of the nation will not be lost."

Jia Jing's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily, "The Imperial Preceptor's injuries have healed?"

The illusory figure nodded slightly: "It has recovered to 30%, and can barely supervise the capital for His Majesty."

"If Your Majesty helps me find thirty catties of Ghost Gold, I can recover another ten percent, and then there will be no oversight."

Jiajing readily agreed: "Youjin, right? I'll find it for you."

The illusory figure swayed in the wind, calmly saying, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

As soon as she finished speaking, a commotion suddenly arose outside the hall.

Jia Jing put away the "Four Extremes Formation" and coldly shouted, "Zhang Zuo, get over here!"

The next moment, the eunuch with a bloody and mangled forehead scrambled in, knelt down smoothly, and slid all the way to Jia Jing's side.

"What's going on outside?"

"Why are people still making a fuss?"

Jiajing looked at him with a gloomy expression.

Zhang Zuo kept his head bowed low, his upper body almost touching the floor, and said in a trembling voice, "Reporting to Your Majesty, Princess Jing'an and Princess Changning refuse to leave and are still pleading for the captain. This servant is trying to persuade them."

Jiajing snorted coldly: "If you can't even handle such a small matter, what use are you to me?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zuo shuddered in fright and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger. Princess Changning has threatened me with her life; this servant dares not act rashly!"

Jia Jing was taken aback, stroked his long beard, and asked, "Why is this little girl acting like this?"

Zhang Zuo stammered, "This servant did not know!"

"But judging from this, the princess wasn't just talking casually. She put a knife to her neck, and blood was gushing out."

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"What does she want?" Jiajing asked with interest.

"The princess said she absolutely will not leave until she sees His Majesty today!"

Jia Jing frowned, annoyed, and said, "This little brat actually dared to force me?!"

"If only I had known back then..."

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He stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his expression instantly returning to its previous calm and collected state. He turned to the Grand Preceptor and said, "This man killed Qi Yan, ruining my grand plans. Grand Preceptor, what do you think I should do with him?"

The phantom calmly said, "Kill him."

"Does the Imperial Advisor think so too?"

Jia Jing agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "How dare these mere ants disturb my resolve!"

"Since that's the case, then kill them..."

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Before he could finish speaking, the shadowy figure not far away subtly moved its fingers.

A wisp of smoke emerged from her fingertip and silently drifted into Zhang Zuo's brow.

Zhang Zuo jolted awake, abruptly looked up, and exclaimed, "Princess Jing'an says she begs Your Majesty to grant her request; she is willing to share Your Majesty's burdens and build twenty more Ascension Platforms!"

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