Chapter 43

"Your Majesty, I am Lin Yi." Lin Yi showed no sense of respect, merely bowing slightly.

Xuanyuan Yi did not mind these things; not far away stood three great Cultivators, and without a doubt, they were all standing behind this youth named Lin Yi.

"Little friend Lin Yi." Since Lin Yi had struck the pose of a Cultivator, Xuanyuan Yi did not use his imperial authority to suppress him.

"Your Majesty, I can resolve the predicament of the Xuanyuan Clan," Lin Yi said straightforwardly.

Xuanyuan Yi's eyes flickered, and he took two steps forward. "The world is peaceful and calm; what predicament could the Xuanyuan Clan possibly have?"

"The Yao Beasts of the Northern Territory, and the visitors from the heavens." Lin Yi pointed out the predicament Xuanyuan Yi was currently facing without hesitation.

Xuanyuan Yi's expression did not change, but he had already become serious. The Yao Beasts of the Northern Territory were something everyone in the world could see, but the visitors from the heavens…

He extended his hand to the side, gesturing. "Little friend, please sit."

Chapter 79: Alright, We're In! (Bonus Chapter)

Lin Yi sat down opposite Xuanyuan Yi without ceremony. His appearance of deep confidence made Xuanyuan Yi narrow his eyes slightly.

"Please enlighten me, little friend." Xuanyuan Yi took the initiative to pour tea for Lin Yi.

Not far away, Old Man Yuan wove together the Dao and principles of a Return to Void Realm great Cultivator, setting them up within this space to avoid prying ears, as there were two old undying fellows in the imperial palace.

Of course, some things still needed to be let them hear.

Since the previous Dynasty, they had been entrenched here, enjoying this imperial Dragon's Luck, to the point that they had actually entered the Return to Void Realm. But compared to a Return to Void Realm expert like Old Man Yuan, they were ultimately a bit weaker.

If they were to step out of the imperial city, their Realm would also be weakened to the half-step Return to Void Realm, which was the reason why these two old undying fellows stayed deep in the imperial palace every day.

"I killed your Third Prince." Lin Yi's opening remark was like a thunderbolt falling.

Xuanyuan Yi's fingertips twitched, and he almost spilled his tea. He managed to suppress his emotions with great difficulty; a trace of sharp Sword Intent reminded him that Old Man Yuan was still sitting nearby.

"It is nothing. He was a good-for-nothing fellow anyway; killing him is fine." Xuanyuan Yi suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke with feigned indifference.

"Oh? Does Your Majesty not want to ask why I killed the Third Prince?" Lin Yi raised an eyebrow, looking at the emperor whose body had become somewhat hunched.

"Hehe, hehe. Then why did you kill my good-for-nothing prince, little friend?" Xuanyuan Yi asked with a stiff expression.

You killed my son, and you still want me to ask you why you killed him!

Xuanyuan Yi was extremely furious inside!

"Because he wanted to make a move on my wife, Lu Jiajing." Lin Yi casually took the teacup from which some tea had spilled, then took a shallow sip.

"Then, that indeed deserves death…" Xuanyuan Yi nodded, appearing as if he empathized.

"But I heard that my Jinger has already been sold by the Xuanyuan Clan to the Yin Yang Pavilion. Your Majesty, may I ask if this is true? It is said that they even intend to cripple her cultivation, gift her virginity to the first place of the Dao Trial Conference, and then use her to entertain the Cultivators of the world?" Lin Yi's tone turned slightly cold.

"That is likely just some rumor." Xuanyuan Yi felt the Sword Intent behind him becoming increasingly sharp; he could not put on any imperial majesty in front of Old Man Yuan.

If Old Man Yuan wanted to replace him, many people would likely agree. Even those two in the palace would not care; they would only care about the Dynasty's Dragon's Luck.

"Then let us consider it a rumor." Lin Yi nodded.

In addition to anger, there was also a hint of hatred in Xuanyuan Yi's heart.

As an emperor, when had he ever suffered such humiliation, acting so servile in front of a youth? His eyes became increasingly deep and dark.

Lin Yi did not care about Xuanyuan Yi's attitude at all; he only needed those two Return to Void Realm great Cultivators in the palace. Moreover… the following matters would make Xuanyuan Yi understand that he must cooperate with him.

If he did not want to die.

"Does Your Majesty know about the Third Prince wanting to cooperate with a certain Chief?" Lin Yi asked again.

The emotions in Xuanyuan Yi's heart instantly cooled down.

"The First Prince and the Second Prince were blocking his path, but he also wanted to sit on the Dragon Throne," Lin Yi said with a sigh.

Immediately following this, he changed the subject. "Private matters are finished; now let us talk about public matters."

This made Xuanyuan Yi somewhat dissatisfied, speaking only half the story. He was no longer concerned about the Northern Territory or the heavens now. "How did you know about the matter regarding a certain Chief cooperating with my good-for-nothing prince…"

As for who the name Chief actually referred to… both of them knew it clearly.

"The South Sea beast disaster still has Shizhou City standing in front of the Xuanyuan Clan, but the Yao disaster of the Northern Territory is already a real threat." Lin Yi ignored him, picked up the tea, and took a light sip.

Xuanyuan Yi did not speak again. His body carried the aura of someone who had long been in a high position, like an abyss. A pair of eyes that were stern without being angry landed on Lin Yi's overly young face for the first time.

"And the Northern Territory Yao disaster… why does Your Majesty think the Yao Kings, who were originally at peace, would gather together to jointly attack the Xuanyuan Clan?" Lin Yi said again.

Seeing that Lin Yi had no intention of talking about the Third Prince's matter again, Xuanyuan Yi had to follow Lin Yi's words. "The fifth Yao King, the one now vaguely referred to as the Yao Sovereign, has gathered the Yao Beasts of all clans…"

"The point is not her." Lin Yi shook his head, interrupting him, and then pointed to the heavens.

Xuanyuan Yi's eyes flashed. He picked up his cup and took a sip. A bit of mist from the tea obscured his eyes, making it impossible for one to see his expression clearly.

"Your Majesty, you are already well aware; there is no need to play word games with me." Lin Yi shook his head again, his words pointing directly at Xuanyuan Yi's inner thoughts!

"I do not understand." Xuanyuan Yi naturally could not admit it. Many things were just like this; if not spoken aloud, one could muddle through, but once spoken… let alone a thousand jin, even ten thousand jin would not be enough to hold it down.

"I possess the Immortal Execution Technique," Lin Yi said calmly, putting down the teacup.

Xuanyuan Yi's eyes darkened slightly. He took a deep breath, and his posture, which had been slightly hunched, actually straightened up again!

Time flowed slowly amidst the dissipating mist.

Xuanyuan Yi had not yet expressed his stance, and Lin Yi was not in a hurry, merely tapping his fingertips lightly on the wooden long table, making a faint tap-tap-tap sound.

Xuanyuan Yi's expression changed again and again. He should not have been like this; after all, as an emperor, one should not show joy or anger on their face.

It was just that his state of mind had been broken by Lin Yi earlier using the Third Prince's matter, and now he had heard Lin Yi say such a thing!

Immortal Execution Technique…

Xuanyuan Yi finally spoke. "Please enlighten me, Sir."

This time he did not say "little friend," but instead used "Sir" to address Lin Yi.

Lin Yi nodded. "The Floating Island intends to plot for the Dao orthodoxy of the world, so the Xuanyuan Clan naturally needs to change to a new person in power. Your Majesty has selfish motives and is unwilling to become an appendage of the Floating Island, but some people are willing."

"For example, the Third Prince, and for another example… the person who enters and takes control of Qianming Palace does not necessarily have to be from the Xuanyuan Clan."

Xuanyuan Yi's expression did not change, but Lin Yi still detected the churning emotions in Xuanyuan Yi. He absolutely would not allow the ancestral foundation to be destroyed in his own hands!

"The Northern Territory Yao disaster is merely an external enemy, forcing Your Majesty to request the celestial peace decree. After this, the Dynasty will no longer be surnamed Xuanyuan, but will be surnamed Yin, surnamed God King, and surnamed Floating Island. Your Majesty, do you dare to agree to this!!!"

Xuanyuan Yi's eyes flickered. He slowly closed his eyes and then opened them again. "Please enlighten me, Sir."

"It is nothing more than forming alliances and pointing our swords at the Floating Island," Lin Yi sneered and stood up. "Whether the Xuanyuan Clan perishes in your generation, Your Majesty, depends on how you make your choice!"

"If you submit, you perish; if you resist, you also perish. Why not trust me once? Does Your Majesty want to see the scene of the Xuanyuan Clan being completely wiped out?"

"Has Your Majesty not heard that seeking temporary ease is like drinking poison to quench thirst?"

"Please enlighten me, Sir!" Xuanyuan Yi said in a deep voice for the third time.

"I have already explained the internal matters to you, Sir. I am clear about Your Majesty's concerns; it is nothing more than being unable to resist the Cultivators of the Floating Island." Lin Yi sat back down opposite Xuanyuan Yi.

"Your Majesty does not need to worry about other matters. From now on, Qianming Palace will still belong to the Xuanyuan Clan. I have already made a lifelong commitment with the princess; in other words, Your Majesty, I should also address you as Father-Emperor." Lin Yi looked at Xuanyuan Yi opposite him with a smile.

The scene instantly changed from a political drama to a romantic drama.

As for the statement that Qianming Palace would still belong to the Xuanyuan Clan… wasn't Xuanyuan Xier also of the Xuanyuan Clan?

Xuanyuan Yi subconsciously looked at Old Man Yuan. After the other party nodded, the calm expression on his face suddenly relaxed.

"So it is my son-in-law. Why did you not say this earlier? You have made me, your Father-Emperor, so worried!"

The atmosphere instantly became harmonious. Lin Yi smiled and addressed him as Father-Emperor once again. A big stick and a carrot; Xuanyuan Yi was completely following his plan.

As for the matter of killing the Third Prince earlier…

When the Third Prince made a move against the First Prince and the Second Prince, Xuanyuan Yi had said nothing. Lin Yi had demonstrated his value, had Old Man Yuan backing him up, and now he had thrown out the identity of a son-in-law…

Xuanyuan Yi had long since thrown the plan he had previously thought of to trap and kill Lin Yi, Pei Yuhan, and the others to the back of his mind!

"Father-Emperor, you do not need to worry about the affairs of the Xuanyuan Clan." Lin Yi took the initiative to pick up the teapot nearby and fill Xuanyuan Yi's cup. "Since Xier is my wife, I naturally could not harm her. On the contrary, Father-Emperor and I share the same honor and disgrace!"

"Yes, yes, yes. Son-in-law is right!" Xuanyuan Yi took the tea handed over by Lin Yi and took a sip.

"I wonder, son-in-law, what is the win rate for this alliance?" Xuanyuan Yi asked again in a deep voice.

Lin Yi smiled and extended his hand.

Xuanyuan Yi looked at Lin Yi with uncertainty. "Eighty percent? Is it that high?"

"Naturally. A mere Yin Yang is nothing but bones in a grave." Lin Yi nodded.

If he didn't feel that he shouldn't speak too boastfully, Lin Yi would have directly said ninety-nine percent!

The remaining little bit… was naturally reserved for the occurrence of unexpected events.

Although Xuanyuan Yi felt that Lin Yi was a bit arrogant, he did not say anything more, just nodded. At least with Old Man Yuan present, he felt at ease.

As for why Lin Yi did not reveal this identity from the beginning, he simply wanted to hold more weight in Xuanyuan Yi's heart; otherwise, Xuanyuan Yi would not be as excited and enthusiastic as he was now.

Lobbying must have an order of precedence.

Xuanyuan Yi stood up. "We shall hold a banquet today, a grand banquet! Hahahaha!! Today I am delighted to have gained a son-in-law; we must have a grand banquet!!"

"Father-Emperor, please wait a moment. I still have one more matter that has not been made clear." Lin Yi smiled and pressed his hand down.

"Oh? What matter is it? Why not talk about it at the banquet?" Although Xuanyuan Yi said this, he still sat down.

Lin Yi shook his head. He looked at Old Man Yuan and nodded slightly at him.

The first level was just small fries; the second level was the boss.

Old Man Yuan stood up. Seeing Old Man Yuan's appearance, Xuanyuan Yi suddenly anticipated something. "Is it those two?"

"Yes." Lin Yi nodded. "To capture and kill the Flood Dragon, one also needs good hands."

Old Man Yuan looked towards the depths of the imperial palace. "You two, you have been listening for so long; won't you come out and have a chat?"

In the depths of the imperial palace.

The one-eyed old man opened his eyes slightly. He sat hunched over on a seven-leaf lotus stone throne, his lower body already petrified, merged into one with the lotus seat.

Beside him, the white-haired old man was locked by several huge iron chains, firmly pressed to the ground. He wore white hemp clothing, and beneath the wide robes was an extremely thin and small body.

The two had no names. Having clung to the Imperial Dynasty's Luck for countless years, only seeking the Dao was their pursuit. They had long forgotten their true names, so they had always been referred to as the Lotus Seat Old Man and the Dwarf Old Man.

The two moved their lips.

"Regarding the matter of conflict, he and I will not participate. You may do as you please. Except for matters that threaten Chengtian City, the rest…"

An aged voice came.

"We are unwilling to participate in other matters."

Another aged voice came.

Old Man Yuan leisurely sat back in his original seat. "Let the Lin boy talk to you; I am just here to watch the show."

Lin Yi raised his teacup to toast the two from afar, then drank a sip by himself.

"Do the two of you not care about the Dao lineage of the world?"

The Lotus Seat Old Man's petrified body moved slightly, and the Dwarf Old Man beside him also tugged at the chains on his body.

But neither of them spoke.

"Yin Yang's goal is to suppress all Daos in the world with his own Dao, gathering all the incense of the world into his hands to achieve a Breakthrough to the Dao Integration Realm," Lin Yi said unhurriedly.

"Do you think he will allow you to devour his Dragon's Luck here?"

Xuanyuan Yi was speechless. He wanted to say that the Dragon's Luck of the world still belonged to the Xuanyuan Clan, but once he thought about the world being gathered into the hands of the God King Palace, whether the Xuanyuan Clan would still exist was an unknown matter.

Lin Yi did not hear the voices of the Lotus Seat Old Man and the Dwarf Old Man, but he was not in a hurry, continuing to speak slowly. "If the two of you have the confidence to guard this Dragon's Luck, I will leave immediately. If you cannot guard it…"

"Why can we not cooperate with that Chief from the God King Palace, but instead cooperate with you?" The Dwarf Old Man's voice came.

"Cooperating with the God King Palace might allow you to guard the Dragon's Luck, but you will absolutely never be able to step into the Dao Integration Realm. By cooperating with me, I can share the incense held by that person from the God King Palace with you two."

"At that time, it will be much better than the two of you being stuck here, right?"

"How much more time can you two endure this feeling, treading in place, without any progress?"

"Forgive my bluntness, Lin Yi. Even if you wait another thousand years, you two may not necessarily be able to step into the Dao Integration Realm. Cultivators fight against heaven and fight against people. Guarding this Dragon's Luck, can you two really be without worry?"

"Why not join me in devouring that Chief of the God King Palace who sits above the Nine Heavens?!"

"I have an eighty percent chance of success. Do you two not even dare to gamble on this?!"