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Da Si Ming hurriedly walked down from the top of the White Pagoda and went straight to the Purple Pavilion Hall.

The curtain of the Purple Chamber was hanging low, and the incense of the precious censer was curling up, however, behind the heavy curtain, there were faint sounds of commotion, as if there were people running around, in a state of panic. As soon as he appeared, someone immediately greeted him at the door and grabbed him by the sleeve – it was the Chief Superintendent of the Purple Pavilion, Ning Qing.

“Grand Master, you’ve come!” The Chief Superintendent didn’t mind losing his manners and grabbed the Grand Master by the hand, lowering his voice as if he had found a savior, “Quickly, come in and take a look! The emperor has been unconscious for half a day! The imperial doctor has administered acupuncture, but it’s not working, I’m only afraid that…”

“How could this happen?” Da Si Ming was shocked and a look of surprise crossed his eyes, “I came to see the emperor in the afternoon and he was still awake and well, how come he is like this by nightfall? Has anyone been here?”

The Chief Steward coughed a few times and lowered his voice, “Only… only Consort Qing has come.”

“Concubine Qing?” The Grand Master’s face changed as he stepped inside and soon reached the innermost chamber. The huge room was spacious and opulent. The emperor’s reclining bed was also magnificent, carved out of sunken incense wood into a huge bed frame, just like a compound, and divided into three different areas. When the attendants surrounding him stopped following and only the two of them were standing alone, the Grand Master stopped being polite and scolded the Chief Superintendent: “Are you confused? How could you let Consort Qing come to see the emperor alone?”

The Chief Steward sighed, “In the afternoon, the Queen Consort Qing insisted on coming in, saying that she spent ten thousand gold to make a soul-restoring tonic soup with Yao grass and snow poppy seeds, and it would be a waste if she didn’t give it to the emperor as soon as possible before its effects were exhausted…”

“What Soul Restoring Tonic Soup?” The Grand Master frowned, “How dare you allow the emperor to eat and drink without my orders! Do you want your head chopped off?”

“I wouldn’t dare…” The Chief Superintendent hastily bent his knees and knelt with a terrified tone, but his expression was not flustered, “but the Queen Consort Qing is in charge of the harem, and in a fit of anger she would pull the servants out and chop them up on the spot. There is only one head attached to this servant’s body, I am afraid it would not remain for long, until the Grand Master comes to chop it off now.”

“…” Da Si Ming knew that this man, who had been in charge of the Inner Palace for decades, had always been sleek and skillful, and naturally he would try not to offend either side at this point in time, so he could only give up. He lifted the drape and only got a glance before he breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Fortunately, the soul has not yet been dispersed.”

Hearing these words, the Chief Steward also released a long sigh of relief.

Some time ago, the Bei Mian Emperor suddenly became ill with the wind vertigo, which prevented him from seeing things and disregarding the court affairs. For three months now, he has not been able to recover, which has tormented the attendants. During the emperor’s illness, the inner palace was managed by Consort Qing, while the government affairs were handed over to the Great Secretary of State.

The court was astonished to learn that Da Si Ming, who was the highest divine authority, had suddenly returned to the court instead of the Chancellor – and it was only then that many people remembered the real identity of the Grand Master in the mundane world, who was in fact the brother of Bei Mian Emperor’s mother.

It was the Bei Mian Emperor’s good intention to let the Grand Secretary, who had always been above the ordinary and did not belong to any faction, preside over the court, so as not to upset the delicate balance in the Imperial government. However, seeing that the Emperor has been getting more and more ill over the past few months without any improvement, the situation up and down the Yunhuang region has become more and more delicate. So even the shrewd and smooth Chief Steward of the Imperial Household was uncertain as to which side to take, and could only please both sides.

The Great Secretary frowned, glanced around the room and asked, “Where are the medicine bowls?”

The Chief Steward hurriedly replied, “Her Majesty personally fed the Emperor the medicine, and brought the medicine bowl back with her.”

“… Quite astute.” The Grand Master looked at the unconscious Imperial Monarch and replied half-heartedly, “Retreat now, I will keep an eye on this place and ensure that nothing happens to you.”

“Aye, aye.” The Chief Steward withdrew hastily as if he had been absolved of all responsibility. Soon, all the voices outside fell silent. The Great Secretary rolled up the gauze tent and silently looked at the emperor, who had fallen into a coma for a long time, with a complicated expression.

The man lying in the embroidered garment resembled a skeleton: his cheeks were deeply sunken, his breathing was weak, his hair was like withered grass, and his lips were dry and cracked like tree bark. In the blink of an eye, the young man who used to look like a precious jade has now become as old and emaciated to the point of haggardness.

“Ah-Jun, how did you get so old?” He murmured as he looked at the emperor on his sickbed. The Bei Miang Emperor’s breath was feeble, as if it was about to stop at any moment. However, despite being in a coma for days and unable to speak, his whole body seemed to tremble when he heard such a familiar appellation.

“Never mind, let me extend your life for a little longer!” The Grand Master muttered, taking out the black jade slip from his robe sleeve and began to silently chant an invocation – at his summoning, the magic weapon began to glow. In the same instant, the Imperial Heavenly Divine Ring, worn on the Emperor’s left hand, also emitted a dazzling light!

The Divine Heavens were activated, calling upon the blood of the Emperor. Linked by the bloodline, the Grand Master manipulated the Celestial Heavens and injected power into the dying patient’s body through the Divine Ring. The ashen look on the Bei Mian Emperor’s face faded away, as if the vital force had been coalesced back into his frame once more.

However, for some reason, he was unable to open his eyes.

After half an hour had passed, the Grand Master finally finished casting the spell and appeared to be extremely tired, stumbling and grabbing onto the table in front of him, his face almost pressing against the chest of the Emperor.

“Huh?” In that instant, it appeared that the Grand Master caught a glimpse of something and suddenly became stunned.

On the core of the Bei Mian Emperor’s heart, a faint aura of impurity was actually seeping through faintly!

He couldn’t help but raise his hand and press the Tan Zhong acupoint on the Bei Mian emperor’s chest, but there was nothing abnormal there, his heart was still beating the same as before.

After a pause, he pressed his finger onto the Emperor’s dry, cracked lips again with a gloomy expression, extracted a bit of the remaining medicine stain from the corner of his mouth, and put it under his nose to sniff it out – As the Chief Steward mentioned, the recipe for this medicine indeed contained the Snow Poppy seeds and Yao grass, the greatest treasure of Yunhuang, as well as twelve other precious herbs, each of which was worth ten thousand gold, so it could be seen that Consort Qing had spared no expense in order to save the life of the emperor.

What surprised him the most however was the strange smell that was vaguely embedded in it. It was not the smell of a herb, but…

The Grand Master pondered for a long time, pressing his finger to the Emperor’s chest repeatedly while using several magic spells, but nothing seemed to work, so he dropped his hand in despair, puzzled: Consort Qing’s medicine did not seem to have any problems, and the Emperor’s illness had not worsened after taking it, but for some reason, he had not been able to open his eyes. In theory, after he used the Soul Regeneration Spell to bring the three souls and seven spirits back into his body, the emperor should have returned to his senses instantly, so why was he still in this state?

As the most powerful person in the Yunhuang Magic Arts, the Grand Master was at a loss to explain the situation at the moment.

“The Imperial Doctor couldn’t see anything wrong, even I can’t see anything wrong. That woman, Concubine Qing, is really powerful…” the Grand Master smiled bitterly and whispered to the unconscious person, “Back then, she killed Ah-Yan without leaving a trace, and after more than a decade later, she’s actually coming back to deal with you now?”

The emperor on the sickbed failed to open his eyes, but seemed to hear the words and his body shook slightly. The Grand Master suddenly gritted his teeth, “We can’t let her get away with it twice!”

Before the words were spoken, he flicked his wrist and the jade slip in his hand instantly transformed into a sharp sword. With a swish sound, the Grand Master crossed the sword over his wrist and slit the blood vessels, turning his wrist with the dripping blood over the Bei Mian Emperor’s chest. In the same instant, the hand holding the sword twisted and unexpectedly pierced down towards the heart of the Emperor lying on the sickbed!

In that moment, the Emperor’s whole body shook violently, without being able to dodge. The sword pierced through the center of his heart, the sharp edge penetrating up to his mouth, and the Bei Mian Emperor’s body suddenly jerked back, as if manipulated by a strange force, to the extent that his entire body rose an inch into the air – his body was suspended in the air, convulsing violently, and something in the form of flesh and blood gushed out from his heart where the sword blade landed!

It wasn’t blood, but rather something like a dense mass of worms!

Those worms, forced out by the sword’s aura, sensing the approaching danger, gushed out of the emperor’s heart in an instant and scattered in all directions in a frenzy. However, having just left the host’s body, they instantly smelled the foul stench of blood dripping down in mid-air and suddenly regrouped, like a tide of squirting gore, and lunged towards the dripping wrist!

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