Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

This personality trait seems to have come from his parents, rather than from his former kind friend.

Feixian Daojun has always taken this as a warning. He and Ying Yu's grandfather were the same; they discovered this early on, but both made the mistake of arrogance, thinking that they could teach by example and keep Ying Yu on the right track as he grew up.

However, they were right at first, but then they were wrong.

As he grew older and his cultivation became stronger, Ying Yu's calm and unassuming Dao heart began to show signs of restlessness.

Even though his master never restricted him from showing his talents, he always adhered to the principle of concealing his abilities and hiding his true strength, growing tenaciously and unrestrainedly like a wild grass. That was the promise he made to his grandfather on his deathbed.

Despite being 130 years old, Ying Yu was a master of both spiritual and martial arts, far surpassing the younger generation of the imperial dynasty. He had never fought anyone, and the world thought he was just a pageboy following the Flying Immortal National Preceptor. Little did they know that he was a genuine Immortal Dao Lord, and even a Martial Dao King.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, the Flying Immortal Dao Lord's lifespan was nearing its end. He gradually realized that there was a divine will controlling the course of his life. According to his original life trajectory, he should have passed away peacefully in the Heavenly Abyss.

It was the mysterious power of the Immortal Realm that pulled him into this world and allowed him to live a second life for a short time. Gradually, the Flying Immortal Dao Lord felt a chilling horror. He thought of the death of his best friend and all the things in his life. Could it all be a random arrangement of fate?

What a pathetic person...

Even joy, anger, sorrow, and the hardships one has endured are all manipulated at will by a mysterious being.

In his later years, he suffered from insomnia every night, pondering deeply, but he still couldn't bear to reveal these secrets to his disciples, fearing it would undermine their resolve to follow the Dao.

Imagine, even the master whom I respect most has setbacks that he cannot overcome, and these are situations that everyone will inevitably encounter.

Even someone as powerful as the Flying Immortal Dao Lord couldn't shake him, let alone his disciple who was far from surpassing his master.

For Ying Yu's future, the Flying Immortal Daoist Lord kept silent about this secret and chose to go into seclusion to break through to a higher realm, find a way to break the deadlock, and escape the control of fate, so as to secure a glimmer of hope for himself, his disciples, the lineage and followers of another world, and even more so for the hundreds of millions of people in the imperial dynasty who believed in him.

After giving a few brief instructions and telling Ying Yu to take good care of himself, the Flying Immortal Master began his seclusion.

During his thirty years of seclusion, the first 15 years were peaceful and uneventful. Ying Yu was still the young man who put respecting his teacher first in his life. He was unmoved when he saw his peers shining brightly in the imperial court and making great achievements. He only found it boring and ridiculous.

reputation.

that power.

Merit.

beautiful woman.

wealth.

How can it compare to the cultivation of being the only one who is supreme and overlooks all the heavens and myriad worlds?

Without the supervision of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord, Ying Yu still strictly guarded his Dao heart, unswayed by external things, and lived alone in the Imperial Preceptor's palace in Flying Immortal County for many years.

In the year 18, two uninvited guests arrived in Feixian County. According to later memories, the two people who concealed their true faces were Ying Yu's parents. More than a hundred years ago, they chose to flee after losing a tribal struggle, and entrusted the infant Ying Yu to his grandfather Ying Shoucang for upbringing.

Their arrival, and the secrets of their tribe they revealed, shook Ying Yu's heart, igniting an unprecedented flame of hatred within him that quickly spread like wildfire, impossible to quell or extinguish.

With a gentle turn of the gears of fate, a completely different path appeared before him. After weighing his options for several years, Ying Yu, ultimately swayed by his parents, embarked on that bloody path of revenge.

For the next ten years, they returned to their clan, the Ying clan within the royal family, and completed their unification, secretly plotting a grand plan for revival.

Furthermore, Emperor Wu of the current dynasty had several concubines, as well as the wives of several other kings, all of whom came from the Ji clan, a powerful royal family. Officials and generals, from top to bottom, all had close ties with the interests of the Ji clan.

To avenge the Ji clan, one must seize the throne, eradicate their roots, and then, by borrowing the national fortune of the Daye Dynasty, allow the Ying clan to take over. Only in this way can one have the confidence to stand on equal footing with the Ji clan.

The consequences of doing so would likely plunge the country into chaos, pushing the dynasty to the brink of collapse once again, and causing countless people to suffer and lose their lives.

At first, Ying Yu was terrified and uneasy. He knew that his master would never allow him to do such a thing. Once his master came out of seclusion, his terrifying combat power, which was the best in the world and could even break the Void Shadow Sword with his bare hands, would surely cause the Ying clan's revival plan to completely fail.

However, it was his parents who constantly instilled in him the idea that revenge was justified.

Even if it costs the lives of all the people of the imperial dynasty, they will not hesitate. If they cannot be ruthless, the old, weak, sick and disabled in the clan will once again face the crushing force of fate. Under the shadow of the Ji clan's power, they will never have a chance to rise up.

To this end, Ying Yu's parents brought the clan's most powerful sealing artifact—the Divine Sun Ancient Cauldron—and persuaded Ying Yu to reveal the location of the Flying Immortal Lord's seclusion. The two peerless peak Dao Lords went there personally, set up the ancient cauldron, and completely imprisoned the Flying Immortal Lord there.

The Divine Sun Ancient Cauldron is an innate magical artifact, powerful enough to destroy the world. Ying Yu's parents promised that they would never harm his master's life, but only hinder his birth to prevent him from sacrificing the interests of the Ying clan for the sake of world peace and helping the imperial dynasty and the Ji clan to annihilate the Ying clan.

But that's not the case... Under their urging, the Divine Sun Ancient Cauldron silently unleashed its power to the extreme, intending to kill the Flying Immortal Dao Lord in one strike when he was at his weakest during his seclusion.

Thus, Ying Yu listened to their slander and dealt Fei Xian Dao Jun a blow he never expected. The power of bloodline and kinship was far stronger than the bond between master and disciple that they had shared for a hundred years.

However, the parents never imagined that the Flying Immortal Dao Lord had long ago used the 'Extreme Dao Key' to sacrifice himself, making him completely nonexistent in this world. That was a path that was almost certain death, and even without their intervention, the probability of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord being able to revive was less than one in a million.

After that, Ying Yu became like a wild horse, acting recklessly and arbitrarily. He arranged for the elites of his clan to assassinate many members of the Ji clan who held positions in the imperial court. Each time, he did it flawlessly, leaving no trace.

Several years passed, and the day of the imperial succession competition arrived. All the officials, generals, and emperors witnessed the victory. The winner would become the next emperor of the great cause, rightfully and legitimately. Even if the emperor did not want the winner to be his own son, he could not change it.

Emperor Wu's most beloved concubine was a member of the Ji clan. Coincidentally, the prince she conceived was the most amazing genius of the younger generation of the Ji clan. He was 156 years old and his true cultivation level was the mid-stage of the peerless Dao Lord. However, he concealed his cultivation level as the peak of the Immortal Mansion Dao Lord during the competition.

Given his qualifications and cultivation, his selection as the winner is an indisputable outcome.

Emperor Wu also considered the issue of succession repeatedly and allowed him to compete. After all, the child had half of his blood flowing in his veins, and if he did not have a powerful maternal relatives as a foundation, it would be difficult for him to suppress the ministers, generals, and ambitious monarchs.

Little did they know that Ying Yu, the most amazing genius in the history of the Ying Clan, the most outstanding young talent in the imperial dynasty, who had been hiding in the depths of darkness, was also eyeing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

He wanted to become the Martial Emperor, rule the world, and let his people see the light of day again.

Thus, the destined rivals faced an inevitable battle.

Chapter 613 The Story of Flying Immortals (Part 2)

The ceremony for the succession of the imperial lineage takes a hundred days to complete. It is one of the major events held by each emperor during the reign of the dynasty. All subjects within the limits of the territory, regardless of their birth or wealth, are eligible to compete for the throne if they wish.

The people of the border areas need to participate in the general election in their respective towns, advance to a certain number of places, and then go to the larger prefectures and states to compete. After advancing through seven or eight levels, they will have the opportunity to reach the finals in the capital city.

The Imperial Hundred-Day Ceremony involves more than seventy days of competitions held in various prefectures and states to select the most powerful young generation. Since everyone in the Imperial Dynasty practices martial arts and is a warrior, if they do not strive for advancement and instead deplete their energy and blood to practice martial arts, they can cultivate health preservation techniques and most people can live to be three to four hundred years old.

This is still the level of ordinary families. If it were some noble families, their lifespan would be much longer, possibly four to five hundred years.

Therefore, the age limit in the ceremony of imperial succession is actually only under 200 years old. Those over 200 years old are also eligible to compete, but they need to go to the Examination Office in the capital to be assessed on their qualifications and potential. If they meet the standard, they can be allowed to participate.

The citizens stationed in the capital have a natural advantage. They do not need to go through rounds of selection and can directly compete with geniuses from all over the country. There are the personal disciples of the generals guarding the border, the direct bloodlines of the monarchs who actually control the various prefectures and states, and even the holy sons and daughters of some reclusive sects.

However, if no outstanding young talents from the capital participate, the elimination process is often much faster and leaves no room for suspense.

As the personal page of the Imperial Preceptor, Ying Yu was seen as a page by outsiders. He also had the opportunity to directly participate in the competition and vie for the throne, but he gave up the convenience of taking the easy way out and instead went to a remote border town to start his advancement from there.

One in a thousand.

One hundred thousand is carried over to the next.

One in ten million.

10 billion more.

As permitted by the rules of imperial succession, Ying Yu chose to participate anonymously, sweeping aside numerous opponents and easily advancing from the border to the capital.

By the 80th day of the competition, the prodigies and a large number of young elites from the twelve prefectures had been basically selected, and they would compete in the final battle against the citizens of the capital and the royal bloodline.

A total of over one million people.

Ying Yu strolled leisurely through the competition, never encountering any so-called opponents. In every battle, he defeated his opponents with a single move, demonstrating a level of dominance that ranked among the top among all the prodigies.

Even many princes and princesses from royal families were suppressed by him single-handedly.

As time went by, his ranking rose higher and higher, and he got closer and closer to the throne.

With five days left to go, there were still a hundred competitors. According to the random order, Ying Yu was ranked 63rd.

Besides him, there were six other talented rogue cultivators from various places, and the remaining 93 people were all descendants or disciples of emperors, kings, officials, and divine generals.

On the fourth day to go, all six rogue cultivators were eliminated, and Ying Yu continued to advance, once again instantly killing the eldest son of a certain monarch with a single blow.

On the third-to-last day, Ying Yu's brilliance became increasingly apparent. He defeated several opponents in a single day, without exception, crushing them with a single move without harming their lives. Those who stood at the pinnacle of the younger generation were like playthings in his hands, utterly powerless to resist.

At this moment, the forces behind some contenders for the throne felt a terrifying sense of oppression. The final competition was approaching, and the anonymous contestant was still able to easily defeat his opponents. This was not a good sign.

Whether it was the emperor, several monarchs, or forces lurking deeper within, they all began to regard this mysterious young man as a potential threat.

That night, a bloody incident occurred in the palace where Ying Yu was staying for the competition. Several groups of assassins of unknown origin sneaked in at night. Their cultivation was extremely terrifying. They were either at the peak of the Immortal Dao Lord realm or Martial Kings who had cultivated to the extreme of the Myriad Transformations realm.

Everything happened silently. Ying Yu's body lay prostrate in the hall. Several groups of assassins arrived one after another, each one startled. After confirming that the body was genuine, they hurriedly left.

However, what they didn't know was that they were ambushing a Dao Lord who was close to the late stage of the Peerless Realm, and this Dao Lord was also a Martial Saint of the Flawless Realm. Looking at the entire imperial dynasty, apart from the Martial Emperor and the National Preceptor, even the monarchs guarding various places might not be his match!

On the second-to-last day of the imperial succession, Ying Yu appeared at the arena on time, startling some spectators who were horrified that he was still alive.

In the ensuing matches, an extremely tragic event occurred: six opponents were all killed by Ying Yu with a single move, all in one instant, and even the referee in charge of the event was unable to stop it.

This bloody scene made the faces of all the kings and generals extremely grim, even the Martial Emperor was no exception. Although the competition rules stipulated that life and death were not to be judged and no one would be held accountable, Ying Yu was still the first to act so brutally in the capital!

On this day, Ying Yu killed three princes and three heirs of kings without even flinching. Yet, neither the Martial Emperor nor the King could do anything about it and could only swallow their anger.

On the same day, another finalist also successfully advanced. He was none other than Ji Wuxuan, a prodigy from the Ji clan and the most dazzling prince in the Daye Dynasty. His cultivation level was the mid-stage of the Peerless Dao Lord!

Most importantly, he possesses half Ji clan blood, giving him a natural advantage over human cultivators and martial artists of the same realm, allowing him to forcibly weaken them by half a realm.

On the eve of the final, Ji Wuxuan's father, mother, and some monarchs who were related to him all found him and instructed him not to hold back the next day, but to directly kill that great enemy and avenge his dead brothers.

Ji Wuxuan agreed.

The following day, the final election for the imperial lineage arrived. Standing on the field, Ying Yu no longer concealed his true appearance and chose to remove his mask. The sudden revelation of his face shocked all the officials of the imperial court, and even the Emperor Wu and the monarchs changed their expressions drastically.

The person who arrived was Ying Yu!

An unnamed pageboy who has been following the Imperial Preceptor for years! He is neither a disciple nor a child.

Instantly, the entire audience was shocked. Even Ji Wuxuan was stunned, his golden pupils filled with astonishment. It wasn't because of Ying Yu's identity, but because... his Human King bloodline had no effect on this person and couldn't weaken him!

This situation generally falls into two categories: either the opponent's strength is far superior to one's own, or the opponent also possesses the bloodline of a human king.

However, before Ji Wuxuan could even have a moment to think, Ying Yu unleashed an even more terrifying bloodline power. He was a pure Ying clan member, one of the ten great royal families, and both his parents were Ying clan members, making him far stronger than Ji Wuxuan, who only had half the bloodline.

With a loud "boom!", Ji Wuxuan's expression changed drastically. His cultivation level, which was at the mid-stage of the Peerless Dao Lord, plummeted to the early stage of the Peerless Dao Lord in an unstoppable trend. His combat power was weakened by 60%, or even close to 70%.

"Boom!!"

In the world-renowned arena, he had no choice but to face Ying Yu.

A battle that would be erased from the annals of history was about to erupt, with no suspense. Ying Yu, still calm despite his rage, used only the Falling Moon Glow to severely injure Ji Wuxuan to the brink of death, even causing him to fall into a coma. He lay in a pool of blood amidst the ruins, causing the entire capital to shake violently, and the nearest arena was reduced to dust.

Ying Yu emerged victorious, becoming the future third emperor of the dynasty favored by Heaven.

After this battle, the Martial Emperor and the monarchs were speechless, their pupils trembling uncontrollably. They could hardly believe that Ying Yu's cultivation had surpassed theirs!

The oppressive aura emanating from the bloodline of the Human King silenced the Martial Emperor and the monarchs, for Ying Yu's origins were far more terrifying than they had imagined.

Was all of this tacitly approved by the Imperial Advisor?

The second Emperor Wu was unaware of this. Even he himself was supported by the Imperial Advisor to ascend the throne. If the Imperial Advisor truly wanted to help his disciple become emperor, what could he, as the emperor, possibly do to stop it?

In the end, Emperor Wu suppressed his resentment and unwillingness, and solemnly announced that Ying Yu would become the successor to the imperial line, enjoying the blessing of the Great Ye Dynasty. After his own lifespan ended, he would become the new emperor and rule over the twelve prefectures and provinces.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The young Ying Yu bowed slightly, his face calm, as if everything was within his expectations.

Afterwards, the Ji clan realized that the Ying clan had risen from the ashes and was now on the verge of resurgence. They intended to wipe out the Ying clan's rise with overwhelming force, but they were wary of the elusive Flying Immortal National Preceptor.

A universally acknowledged strongest Dao Lord, the first forbidden being to emerge from the Heavenly Abyss. In his era, any Nine Palaces Ruler or Supreme Dao Lord paled in comparison and could not rival him.

Ying Yu is suspected to be a direct disciple of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord, at least according to outside rumors, which has restrained the Ji Clan from directly launching a major war against the Ying Clan.

In just a few years, the Ying clan gradually came into the public eye and was no longer afraid of the Ji clan's suppression.

Of course, the most fundamental source of confidence did not rely on the prestige of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord, but rather on the fact that two of the elders of the Ying Clan who were in seclusion successfully broke through their seclusion and entered the mid-stage and late-stage cultivation of the Supreme Dao Lord, respectively, while another one passed away peacefully.

Even so, it greatly changed the original passive situation.

Time passed slowly, and during these three agonizing years, the Second Emperor often suffered from insomnia. He longed to see the Grand Preceptor, but could not find his whereabouts. He was also filled with fear that on some silent night, his life would be swept away by the Grand Preceptor as if dust had been brushed away.

This is the true history, not the version described in later historical records. The Second Emperor regarded the Imperial Preceptor as his teacher and had an intimate relationship with him. In reality, the Second Emperor knew that he was merely a tool used by the Flying Immortal Daoist to unify the world and stabilize the country, nothing more.

Therefore, he would feel afraid, afraid that he would become a discarded pawn and die without knowing why.

Faced with an overwhelming and despairing disparity in power, even as the supreme ruler of the dynasty, he lacked the courage to resist.

In the blink of an eye, the conflict between the Ying and Ji clans intensified, with small-scale skirmishes occurring frequently, and both sides were on the verge of war.

It was at this juncture that Ying Yu realized a fact: the 30-year period of his master's seclusion was about to end. He hurriedly returned to his clan, searched for his parents, and took them with him to the secluded place of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord.

What awaited them was the normally functioning Divine Sun Cauldron and the empty forbidden area. Upon witnessing this, Ying Yu's expression changed drastically, and he was on the verge of a breakdown. He couldn't believe what he was seeing and even wondered if his master had died in seclusion, or as a result of his parents' schemes, or even as a result of his own actions.

However, the next second, his parents told him that the Divine Sun Ancient Cauldron had not detected any trace of the Flying Immortal Dao Lord from beginning to end, which meant that the Flying Immortal Dao Lord was not in seclusion here.

In an instant, Ying Yu fell into another abyss, filled with grief and despair. It turned out that his master had never trusted him. After tearing away this false facade, he felt an unprecedented sense of relief, yet mixed with a sense of loss like a damp summer rain.

For several days in a row, Ying Yu stood outside the forbidden area, his mind blank, tears streaming down his face. He was crying, unaware that his master's faith body was silently watching him.

The Faith Body has no consciousness or emotions; it is merely a special magical artifact, an evolution of magical powers, and cannot represent a Flying Immortal Dao Lord.

Therefore, He remained unmoved by Ying Yu's weeping, and only recorded it.

A few days later, Ying Yu got up and left, his expression numb and indifferent. His master was unkind, and he was unjust. He rejected all the principles of cultivation that he had once adhered to.