Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

"Of course I've heard of it!"

Imperial Tutor Wang Yue's voice was deep and steady, and he slowly responded.

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The imperial tutor fixed his sharp gaze, like that of a hawk, on the imperial physician who had proposed the method of seizing fortune and prolonging life, his tone carrying a soul-searching question.

"But have you thought about that?"

"This method is against the will of Heaven. No matter how deep one's fortune is, the person whose destiny is taken away will have their lifespan shortened as a result."

Upon hearing this, the imperial physician's face paled slightly, and his lips moved a few times, unsure how to refute it.

Wang Yue gave him no chance to catch his breath and continued in a deep voice, "Who would be willing to sacrifice their own fortune and lifespan? Even the most loyal and devoted person might not be willing to give up their own life to exchange for someone else's temporary survival."

"not to mention!"

"Even if His Majesty's relatives were willing to sacrifice themselves to save him, where could we find a successor of the Yin-Yang lineage capable of performing this technique?"

"Such a heaven-defying secret technique cannot be easily performed by ordinary people who have mastered a little bit of Yin-Yang inheritance."

"The Yin-Yang lineage has long since declined, with very few successors who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests. Unless one is destined to find them, they cannot be found."

As he said this, the name Xu Shao came to mind for Imperial Tutor Wang Yue.

But as soon as it appeared, it was rejected by Wang Yue.

Xu Shao, who was appointed to the monthly evaluation, was indeed knowledgeable in Yin-Yang arts, but his techniques were fundamentally unsophisticated.

With Xu Shao's cultivation level not even reaching the Grandmaster realm, he could be killed by the backlash of fate while performing the Life-Sustaining Technique.

Even if they survived by sheer luck, they wouldn't have many days left to live.

Faced with the repeated questioning from the Imperial Tutor Wang Yue, the imperial physician lowered his head, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The flickering candlelight in the bedchamber cast his shadow long and short, making the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

however.

In the midst of this silence, a resounding and decisive voice suddenly rang out, breaking the solemn atmosphere within the palace.

"It is their blessing to appear before His Majesty!"

"It's better for them to die than for His Majesty's health to suffer any mishap."

"Your Majesty is the ruler of the land, the refuge of all people. If the lives of a few can be exchanged for Your Majesty's health, then their deaths will be worthwhile, and it will be their good fortune!"

The one who said this was the eunuch Zhao Yu.

At this moment, his face was gloomy, his eyes flashed with a cold light, and his tone was resolute and unquestionable.

Immediately, he raised his voice and called out towards the door, "Zhao Zhong! Zhang Rang!"

As the eunuch Zhao Yu finished speaking.

Two figures slowly walked in from outside the palace.

The two men who entered were both fair-skinned and beardless, with a faint aura of imperial power emanating from them. When they looked at the eunuch Zhao Yu, their eyes held a mixture of flattery and awe.

They were none other than Zhao Zhong and Zhang Rang, who were rumored to be incredibly powerful and known as the Ten Attendants.

The two men approached the eunuch Zhao Yu, bowed respectfully, and said in unison, "What are your orders, sir?"

The eunuch Zhao Yu glanced at the two men and coldly ordered, "At all costs, secretly search His Majesty's clan for those with deep-rooted fortune and those skilled in Yin-Yang arts."

"Once discovered, report to me immediately. This matter must not be made incorrectly, nor should any information be leaked."

Upon hearing the eunuch Zhao Yu's order, Zhao Zhong and Zhang Rang's expressions tightened, and they immediately bowed and replied, "Yes, sir!"

The eunuch Zhao Yu nodded slightly, then added, "Be quick, give me a definite answer within three days."

"If you encounter anyone who tries to stop you along the way..."

The eunuch Zhao Yu paused, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes, "For those who don't know their own mortality, killing them is fine. I'll cover for you."

"If His Majesty wakes up and holds me accountable, that's my business. You just need to do your work without any worries."

Having said that, the eunuch Zhao Yu, without waiting for Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong to speak, waved his hand behind him and sent the two away.

The movements were swift and decisive, as if shooing away two insignificant mosquitoes.

Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong exchanged a glance, not daring to say anything more, and bowed their heads as they left the palace.

Watching the two figures depart, the eunuch Zhao Yu did not withdraw his gaze. Instead, he turned towards the outside of the palace and called out loudly again, "Jian Shuo!"

Before long, a burly eunuch with thick eyebrows, a square face, and dark skin, but no beard, walked in.

His steps were steady and powerful, unlike the effeminate manner of other eunuchs.

He walked up to the eunuch Zhao Yu, and said in a deep, firm voice, neither humble nor arrogant, "What are your orders, sir?"

The eunuch Zhao Yu looked at him, his gaze softening slightly, but his tone remained cold and stern.

"You shall immediately seal off the imperial city. No palace servants are allowed to leave the city until His Majesty awakens."

"Other."

"Order all those guarding the thirty-six watchtowers in Luodu City to immediately activate the Heavenly Gang Formation and suppress any unfamiliar aura attempting to enter the palace, without exception!"

As Emperor Liu Hong's most trusted confidant, the eunuch Zhao Yu's decisive and ruthless actions at this moment were quite remarkable.

He was like a completely different person, no longer the royal figure hidden in the shadow of Emperor Liu Hong, but transformed into a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.

Upon hearing this, Jian Shuo clasped his hands in a deep fist salute and replied, "Yes, sir!"

The footsteps were hurried and forceful, quickly disappearing into the night outside the door.

At last.

The eunuch Zhao Yu's gaze slowly fell on Empress He.

He took a deep breath, the fierce look on his face slowly fading, replaced by a respectful and earnest expression as he addressed Empress He: "Your Highness!"

"During His Majesty's coma, all affairs of the court have relied on your and the eldest prince's diligent efforts! Without Your Highness's leadership, things might have taken a turn for the worse. I urge Your Highness to maintain order in the court and prevent any opportunity for unscrupulous individuals to exploit."

As Emperor Liu Hong's absolute confidant, the eunuch Zhao Yu naturally knew that Liu Hong disliked Empress He and Prince Liu Bian, and valued Prince Xie more.

but.

At this moment, the eunuch Zhao Yu knew he had no choice.

Within the imperial city, not only did Empress He need to maintain stability, but outside the imperial city, General He Jin also needed to keep an eye on things.

Thinking this, the eunuch Zhao Yu showed a hint of awkwardness and difficulty, as if he was considering how to speak.

"Furthermore... Your Highness, could you please accompany the Imperial Tutor to Yanmen County in Bingzhou again?"

"His Majesty still needs that person's help regarding the remaining imperial blood in his body and the hidden injuries caused by it. Your Highness is aware of that person's abilities."

"If he is willing to intervene, His Majesty may still have a glimmer of hope."

The eunuch Zhao Yu was unsure whether Empress He would be treated rudely by Zhang Mu again when she returned to Bingzhou.

But he knew one thing in his heart.

Compared to His Majesty's survival on the dragon throne, what does it matter if the Emperor and Empress suffer a little humiliation?

It's just that Zhao Yu isn't a member of His Majesty's clan; otherwise, Zhao Yu would have gladly given his life to save Liu Hong.

Unfortunately, he wasn't.

Empress He looked at the eunuch Zhao Yu, whose eyes were reddened by Liu Hong's unconsciousness and who was trying his best to suppress the violent energy within him, and nodded gently.

"I can go, but I can't guarantee whether Zhang Mu is willing to come."

After saying this, Empress He turned to look at Imperial Tutor Wang Yue: "Thank you for your trouble!"

"I will have to trouble you, Imperial Tutor, to accompany me on a trip to Bingzhou."

However, to Empress He's surprise, Wang Yue refused her request.

"Your Highness, I will not be accompanying you this time!"

Empress He was stunned when she heard this.

Just as she was about to ask, Wang Yue continued, "I must stay here to assist Zhao Yu in deterring the villains in the shadows, so as to ensure the stability of Luodu."

"His Majesty is currently in a coma, and there are undercurrents in the court. If no one is left to keep order, things could get out of hand. Your Highness, rest assured, I have made arrangements."

next moment.

Then, Imperial Tutor Wang Yue slowly raised his hand and threw the Zhenyi Sword in his hand towards Empress He's head.

The Zhenyi Sword drew an arc in the air, and as the scabbard rang out, the blade was drawn, slicing a gap in the void.

The gap started as a thin line, but it quickly expanded and soon became a deep spatial rift.

As for the scabbard, it had already fallen into the hands of Empress He.

At that moment, Wang Yue's voice came through.

"Your Highness, this sword of mine is no ordinary object; it possesses its own spirit. If you wield this Zhenyi Sword, you will be able to travel freely to any place."

"Rest assured, as long as you don't encounter beings at the Emperor or Sage levels, this sword can protect your safety, Your Highness."

As if in response to the words of the Imperial Tutor Wang Yue, the Zhenyi Sword trembled slightly in the hand of Empress He after it returned to its sheath on its own.

Empress He looked down at the sword in her hand, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, before exclaiming in admiration, "The Imperial Tutor's sword is truly wondrous!"

Then, she took a deep breath and stepped straight into the spatial rift.

……

"Wait, you said that after Liu Hong drank the imperial blood that Mu gave you, he fell into a state of life or death unknown?"

Zhang Mu, who had only been asleep for less than half an hour, was awakened and was rubbing his chin, observing Empress He, who had appeared in his room accompanied by Zhang Liao, with a suspicious expression.

When addressing Liu Hong, the emperor of the Han dynasty, Zhang Mu showed no respect whatsoever, even addressing him by his given name.

As for the reason?

Putting aside his abilities, the fact that Zhang Mu had cheated on Liu Hong makes it difficult for him to have any respect for Liu Hong.

"Why would I deceive you about such an important matter!"

Looking at Zhang Mu's disbelieving face, Empress He looked at Zhang Mu lying on the bed without getting up, and she sat down on the edge of the bed without paying any attention.

Having already given herself to the man before her, she naturally didn't care about Zhang Mu's overstepping his bounds and lack of manners.

"That prince..."

After a long while, Zhang Mu looked at Empress He, the woman with whom he had recently spent a day and a night exchanging skills, and his expression gradually changed from suspicion to tension.

"Are you sure the royal blood that Liu Hong took was the same bottle Mu gave you? You... cough cough, you didn't secretly add anything you shouldn't have, did you?"

Zhang Mu never doubted himself, but that did not prevent him from doubting Empress He.

after all.

The answer to this woman's stupidity has already been given in his past life's history.

Even if history cannot provide the answer...

Heaven knows if this woman might, by some twist of fate, become Jinlian in the late Han Dynasty because of his infusion.

Upon hearing this, Empress He immediately rolled her beautiful eyes and gave Zhang Mu a big eye roll.

She sighed softly and said reproachfully, "You rascal! Even if I were to harm him, it would only be after he has made my son the crown prince."

"Now that he's dead, what good will it do me? Do you think I'm that kind of person who doesn't know what's important?"

Empress He's tone carried a hint of helplessness.

"The reason he vomited blood was because his body could not withstand the backlash from the imperial blood you gave him. It was a case of a good medicine turning into a potent poison when one's body is too weak to absorb it."

As Empress He spoke, she gently punched Zhang Mu's chest with her hand, her tone full of coquettishness.

Her appearance was like that of a young woman in her late teens or early twenties, which completely stunned Zhang Liao, who was standing behind Empress He in the room.

"A grudge...a grudge? Could it be that my brother and this Empress are...?"

Zhang Liao didn't dare to think about it any further.

He had originally intended to inquire about the origin of the imperial edict from his elder brother Zhang Mu, which appointed him as the governor of Bingzhou, but at this moment, he chose to silently withdraw.

Standing outside the door, Zhang Liao sighed inwardly: Brother, you've been so foolish!

How could you choose a married man to find a woman?

Besides, she's the Empress! If word gets out, how will you face people?

Empress He did not notice Zhang Liao leaving behind her, but Zhang Mu did.

Zhang Mu was indifferent to this.

They're all family, so there's nothing to hide. Anyway, Empress He won't become his future wife.

Looking at Empress He, who was waiting for his response, Zhang Mu shrugged and said jokingly, "So, the purpose of your return is... you wouldn't happen to ask me to treat Liu Hong, would you?"

"Then you've come to the wrong person!"

"Killing Liu Hong is fine with me, but saving lives is not my forte."

"I didn't ask you to save him!" Empress He relayed the imperial physician's explanation to Zhang Mu, then asked, "Surely you can remove the remaining imperial blood and heal his hidden injuries?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu thought for a moment and nodded slightly, saying, "That's not a big problem."

"But!" Zhang Mu's tone changed, and he lay back on the bed with little interest, his hands behind his head, his expression disdainful.

"Why should Mu save him? If it weren't for the fact that you served Mu so diligently before, Mu wouldn't have given him that bottle of royal blood."

"As for official titles and rewards..." Zhang Mu smiled disdainfully, "At my level, I no longer care about those empty titles."

"even."

"If Mu is willing..."

"Heh, there's no need for him to appoint Mu as the governor of Bingzhou. With Mu's current strength, he can command both inside and outside Bingzhou. Liu Hong's reward is just icing on the cake for me."

Zhang Mu was nonchalantly refusing Empress He's offer...

Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation coming from below his dantian.

He looked down and saw that Empress He was holding the handle of an unnamed black halberd that had appeared out of nowhere, and was controlling his imperial horn.

Zhang Mu's natal imperial weapon, the black halberd, appeared out of nowhere and stood upright.

The halberd trembled slightly in Empress He's hand, as if responding to her touch.

"Is that so!" Empress He raised her head, her voice carrying a hint of coquettishness and cunning, her tongue still lingering on the tip of the black halberd.

"Can't I even beg you to help me once?"

Hiss! Zhang Mu gasped.

He felt a tingling sensation spreading from below his dantian, rushing straight to the top of his head.

Even with his extraordinary cultivation, he couldn't help but grit his teeth and mutter under his breath, "You vixen, I really can't do anything with you!"

"I've got it, and this won't happen again!"

……

An hour later, in Liu Hong's bedroom in the imperial city of Luodu.

As soon as Zhang Mu and Empress He appeared, the Zhenyi Sword belonging to Wang Yue streaked through the air and flew back to its owner's hand.

"Thank you for your trouble!" Imperial Tutor Wang Yue said, nodding slightly to Zhang Mu who had arrived.

His gaze swept over Zhang Mu, then turned to Empress He, a subtle, unusual glint in his eyes.

According to the imperial tutor's perception, Empress He's aura had been enhanced by Zhang Mu's presence.

But Wang Yue wisely chose to ignore these things.

Sometimes, knowing too much about something is not a good thing.

Ignoring the eunuch Zhao Yu who was staring at him expectantly, Zhang Mu went straight to the bedside of the unconscious Emperor Liu Hong.

He first extended his divine sense to briefly assess Liu Hong's physical condition before turning back to Empress He and affirming, "Hmm, it's not a big problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mu made a dragon claw shape with his right hand, bending his five fingers and making a loose grasp towards Emperor Liu Hong's body.

Five streams of purple energy emerged from his fingertips, transforming into five swimming dragons that coiled and danced before disappearing into Liu Hong's dragon body.

The five purple wisps seemed to be alive; as soon as they entered Liu Hong's body, they began to circulate and weave through the meridians of this great Han emperor.

Unlike the subtle reaction that occurred with the Imperial Dragon Qi and the Imperial Blood that Liu Hong swallowed.

Under Zhang Mu's control, five purple dragons roamed within Liu Hong's meridians, devouring all the remaining imperial blood they encountered along the way.

Even the hidden injuries caused by the raging imperial blood were silently repaired by the wisps of purple energy emanating from the purple dragon.

A moment later.

Zhang Mu stood with his hands behind his back, and the five purple dragon-like energies returned to his body.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, his gaze falling on Emperor Liu Hong, who was still unconscious, before turning his head to look at the imperial physician standing guard beside him.

"Maki has already resolved his physical issues."

"But as for the rest, I'm afraid I can't help you!"

As he said this, Zhang Mu slightly raised his head and looked through the roof beam at the great dragon symbolizing the fate of the Han Dynasty, which was suspended above the imperial city of Luodu. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.

Surprisingly, they sensed a faint aura emanating from that dragon of fortune that was similar to Liu Hong's.

Zhang Mu looked down at the Imperial Seal of the State, which sat quietly in the corner of the dragon bed, and felt a surge of joy.

"Could it be that Liu Hong hasn't woken up because his essence, energy, and spirit were accidentally drained by the Great Dragon of Fortune due to the backlash from the Imperial Blood?"

"If that's the case, that would be so interesting!"

"Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm seizes the Imperial Dragon Qi within the Imperial Seal of the State to replenish himself for battle, while the Great Dragon of Fortune draws on Liu Hong's essence and spirit to replenish himself."

"Fate is unpredictable; what goes around comes around!"

"The sins committed by our ancestors have finally come to pass on to their descendants, so it's fair that neither side owes the other anything."