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"There are far too many people who want to throw the capital into chaos right now. Some want the Chosen One to appear quickly, while others wish the Chosen One would never appear. They'd rather the capital be in chaos for as long as possible. Once the Chosen One appears, the capital will be even more chaotic. Do you think someone will try to kill you when you go back?"

The righteous sects had too many concerns and dared not make a move against Xu Yuanqing, a great national master.

But the Demonic Sect is different, especially the Heavenly Sect. They don't care about these things. If Xu Yuanqing dares to show his face, they dare to kill him.

"To be honest, Your Majesty, I am also afraid." Xu Yuanqing smiled bitterly and sighed deeply.

"But what's the use of being afraid?"

"There are some things that I must do, and only I can do them."

"You've really had a lot of bad luck, as if this place is some kind of ominous place," Bai Qingyu glanced at him.

Come to think of it, it seems that every time Xu Yuanqing came, he was determined to die.

"How could that be? Your Majesty, this place is a place of great fortune."

"Alright, stop joking around. Let's go, I'll take you back to town."

Xu Yuanqing was taken aback, but couldn't help feeling a surge of joy. He had thought that Bai Qingyu was going to take him back personally, which would save him time and make the people in the capital believe that he had already obtained the answer, without having to take any risks.

However, after Bai Qingyu finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a platinum-gold light enveloped Xu Yuanqing and his two disciples.

"I have agreed to the matter of the nation's fate, but it won't happen in the next few years. Maybe it will be more than ten years, maybe twenty years."

After uttering those words, Bai Qingyu waved her hand again, as if shooing away flies.

The giant sphere enveloped Xu Yuanqing and disappeared from the courtyard with a whoosh, flying towards the capital.

His flight was seen by many people in Tongzhou, including the spies who were keeping a close watch.

On his way back, Xu Yuanqing was ambushed by at least five groups of people, which is why he did not bring Xiaolan with him.

The five groups could only watch helplessly as Xu Yuanqing flew over their heads and into the capital.

In the capital, Xu Yuanqing was not afraid of being intercepted or killed; the nation's fortune protected him, and the emperor was watching over him.

As soon as Xu Yuanqing returned to the capital, the sects within the city were in an uproar.

People are speculating whether Xu Yuanqing has obtained any information from Bai Qingyu.

They wondered if Bai Qingyu, a demon, could possibly know the destiny of the human race. But then they thought back to how she had used the power of destiny to deal with the Demon Subduing Sect a few days ago. When it came to manipulating destiny and fortune, probably no one could compare to her.

The situation in the capital was changed overnight.

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Two months passed in the blink of an eye. The capital was becoming increasingly chaotic, while Tongzhou remained very stable.

Bai Qingyu was waiting, waiting for the Ninth Princess to come to him.

It rained heavily that day.

A horse-drawn carriage sped out of the capital, its wheels creaking and groaning as it rolled over muddy puddles, splashing up mud as it jolted along.

Two fast horses galloped recklessly through the rainy night, without direction or purpose.

The sound of horses' hooves was drowned out by the heavy rain; they had only one goal in mind: to escape.

Inside the carriage, the beautiful woman held something in her arms, anxiously urging the driver to hurry, hurry, and hurry, while looking at the infant in her arms with great heartache.

Despite the bumpy ride and the freezing weather, the child didn't cry. Her big, dark eyes curiously looked at everything around her, including her mother.

"Your Highness Consort Ping, the Imperial Preceptor has ordered that you hand over the Imperial Seal, or you will be spared!"

Someone rode up on a fast horse and kept shouting something from behind.

The beautiful woman hugged her child tightly and remained silent.

She didn't know if the people behind her were actually the Imperial Advisor's men, but she knew she absolutely couldn't stop; stopping would mean certain death.

In the rainy night, a fast horse chased after a carriage.

It was dark and the road was slippery. The rain was pouring down. More than an hour later, the carriage had completely disappeared from the pursuers' sight.

The leader turned around and said, "Go and report to Lord Chen, and ask him to send more men, and preferably invite some immortals to help."

"Yes."

The fast horse turned around and headed back towards the capital.

Lord Chen was indeed Xu Yuanqing's subordinate, but this matter had little to do with Xu Yuanqing.

The killing of Consort Ping was solely the intention of another concubine, namely Lord Chen's daughter.

As dawn broke, the heavy rain continued throughout the night.

No matter how powerful the two horses are, they'll be exhausted after running all night.

The driver was a high-ranking general in the army. He lifted the curtain, revealing his obvious exhaustion.

"Your Highness, you must take the Ninth Princess and run quickly! We don't have time to recover; cultivators are already catching up."

“But you…” Consort Ping looked worried.

"I'll hold those people off for you, you run!"

Consort Ping looked grief-stricken. She knew the situation was dire. She gritted her teeth and jumped off the carriage, protecting her child in her arms.

"General Li..."

"You should leave quickly, get out of this awful place, and live a good life with the Ninth Princess. Don't go back to the capital; it's not a place for you."

The young general stepped forward to wipe away the tears on Consort Ping's face, then pushed her aside and resolutely turned around to face the pursuing soldiers.

Consort Ping gritted her teeth, held the child, and flew into the sky.

She was once a cultivator, and possessed a certain level of cultivation.

She wasn't very strong; when she said she could fly, she would just lightly touch the ground with one step, skim across the water like a dragonfly, and then continue to lightly touch the ground and fly.

How can a Foundation Establishment cultivator compare to a Golden Core cultivator?

Before evening, she was discovered by a Golden Core cultivator who had come searching for her.

General Li had bought Consort Ping very little time; he had already done everything within the limits of a mortal body.

Several Golden Core cultivators chased after her, but Consort Ping held her child tightly, even though she was covered in wounds.

She didn't know where she was going; all that remained in her mind was the thought, "Run!"

The Golden Core cultivators who were relentlessly bombarding the sky were not actually paying attention to where they were in front of them.

As darkness fell, a torrential downpour began.

In the night rain, Consort Ping saw a large city ahead and flew over without saying a word.

The moment she entered the city, a flying sword pierced through her body.

A Nascent Soul cultivator caught up and made a move.

In the heavy rain, Consort Ping collapsed in front of the gate of a courtyard.

She strained to look up, but could only see the vermilion paint on the gate.

Using the last bit of strength in his body, he slammed his head against the door.

Some cultivators behind them wanted to make a move, but suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Why is everyone silent?

In the rain, he stared intently and his blood nearly turned cold with fright. He lost his composure and fell off the sword, all because a gilded plaque hung on the door where Consort Ping had fallen.

Its name.

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The five cultivators were already flying in mid-air. The distance between them and Consort Ping was no more than thirty meters. It could be said that the child and the imperial seal were within their grasp. However, the three words "Divine Phoenix Residence" seemed to be an invisible hand, gripping their hearts tightly.

They had not only heard of the Divine Phoenix's reputation, but three months ago they had also witnessed the terrifying scene that the Demon Subduing Sect had committed.

Should we take Consort Ping away quickly before the Divine Phoenix appears, or should we make a hasty escape now?

The former is too risky; once they are targeted by the Divine Phoenix, they will likely die.

However, the imperial seal had to be taken.

This thing is a treasure symbolizing the Emperor!

In a sense, it is not an exaggeration to say that the Imperial Seal is a sacred object of the human race.

Their mission was to capture or kill Consort Ping on the spot, but their real target was the imperial seal.

Time waits for no one; once an opportunity is missed, it will never return.

The Nascent Soul cultivator slapped a Golden Core cultivator beside him.

"Go and get the imperial seal back. Forget about the Ninth Princess."

In front of the Divine Phoenix, does the Ninth Princess feel that she has lived too long?

In the rainy night, the Golden Core cultivator hesitated and dared not make a move, trembling with fear.

It was as if he were trying to snatch food from the jaws of a sleeping tiger; once the tiger awoke, he would surely die. The mission could fail; he only had one life, and at worst, he could go back and face punishment.

Seeing that the Golden Core cultivator remained unmoved, the Nascent Soul cultivator became enraged.

A bunch of useless fools, four Golden Core cultivators working together couldn't kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator, so Consort Ping hid all the way to Tongzhou.

If they had put in just a little more effort, they wouldn't be in this mess.

The Nascent Soul cultivator landed beside Consort Ping, first pulling out the long sword that had pierced her body, then turning her body over so that she was facing forward. He scanned her body with his spiritual energy while his hands roamed over her body, searching for the Imperial Seal.

After searching around without finding anything, their gaze shifted to the infant in the swaddling clothes.

The heavy rain continued, soaking the cultivators' clothes as well as Consort Ping and the children on the ground. Consort Ping was covered in wounds, large and small, with as many as six penetrating wounds. Such injuries would have killed an ordinary person long ago, but she gritted her teeth and continued to heal until she reached Tongzhou.

The still-warm blood spread with the rainwater, seeping under the child's body.

The man scanned the child with his spiritual power and knew that the imperial seal was in the baby's swaddling clothes. He lifted the corner of the blanket covering the baby's face with one hand and found that the baby in the swaddling clothes was staring at him with wide, dark eyes, neither afraid nor crying.