I have Immortality In The Cultivation World

Chapter 585: Chapter 445: Grandmaster Battle_2
 

The doors of Kunning Palace were closed tightly, and the windows shut; it was unclear how many people were inside.

Zhou Yi stood outside the palace and spoke up loudly.

“Your Majesty, your servant has urgent matters to report.”

The palace remained silent for a long time before the scolding voice of Ling Long emerged, “Audacious eunuch! How dare you surround Kunning Palace; this is a grave disrespect, a crime punishable by the execution of the Nine Clans!”

“Whether my Nine Clans are to be executed is not of Miss Ling Long’s concern,” Zhou Yi said, his voice somber.

Zhou Yi went on to say, “On the contrary, Miss Ling Long’s family, they cursed you with their dying breath, blaming you for bringing disaster upon the clan.”

“Eunuch, I will not share the sky with you!”

As Ling Long thought of her parents and clansmen, her eyes turned dark, and she nearly collapsed to the ground.

At that moment.

The Empress’s voice came from the palace, “Eunuch Yi, you may retreat. I have already retired to bed.”

“Your Majesty, this matter is of the utmost importance; you should still rise and listen,” Zhou Yi insisted.

Zhou Yi signaled with his eyes, and the inner servants moved dry firewood soaked in cow butter around the four sides of Kunning Palace.

“It is recorded in the Heavenly History Book that Kunning Palace once caught fire at night, tragically reducing the then Empress to ashes… Beware of dry material and candles!”

Creak!

The doors of the palace slowly opened, and the Empress stood at the doorway, her voice cold.

“The Emperor once told me that you, Eunuch Yi, lacked propriety and morality, acting ruthlessly and decisively. Today, I’ve seen it for myself.”

“I am no match for Your Majesty,” Zhou Yi retorted with a hint of sarcasm.

Zhou Yi taunted, “You’d rather raise a tiger as a threat than side with the North. But no wonder, after all, Great Qing belongs to the Zhao family; it wouldn’t hurt Your Majesty to sell it!”

The Empress frowned lightly, baffled as to how her secret was leaked, yet reassured that the grand scheme was already set, and the mere servants of the Eastern Depot could not overturn it.

“Eunuch Yi, you should worry about your affairs after death!”

A glint flashed in Zhou Yi’s eyes as his thoughts raced.

“The Prince of Pingxi moves so swiftly; there must be a traitor beside the Emperor, someone with a very high position. Since Eunuch Wei supports the Emperor’s new policies, only the aging Eunuch Hai, whose life isn’t much longer, remains…”

Even with the Orthodox Emperor’s fate unknown, Zhou Yi was not ready to concede defeat.

“Take action!”

Upon his command, dozens of torches were thrown onto the firewood, and a fierce blaze quickly erupted.

Thick smoke billowed into the palace as the palace maids guarding it scrambled in disgrace, attempting to crawl out the windows only to meet scores, if not hundreds, of hidden projectiles.

Screams echoed continually, as the maids secretly trained by the Empress were nearly decimated in a single bout.

“This eunuch has gone mad!”

The Empress leapt up, her figure as graceful as a fairy’s, lightly touching the roof of the palace as she flew toward the exit.

“Your Majesty, please stay,” Zhou Yi called out.

Zhou Yi’s body swelled to a height of twelve feet, his brutal strength propelling him faster, and his fist, as big as a bowl, ruthlessly aimed at the Empress’s skull.

“How insolent!”

The Empress had no choice but to turn and face the attack; she concentrated her Innate True Qi in her palm to block Zhou Yi’s punches.

Boom!

Both figures were sent flying back ten yards or more, shattering the roof of the palace and burying themselves in the debris.

Unhurt, Zhou Yi sprang up and dove towards where the Empress had fallen.

The Empress’s right arm dangled uselessly with several breaks, and as she saw Zhou Yi attacking again, she could only raise her left arm to block.

The Qingyang Scripture was not designed for combat, especially when faced with the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill; with a thunderous impact, she was flung an additional ten yards or more.

Zhou Yi stood still, looking towards the Empress with chaotic breath and let out a strange laugh, “Hehehe! Your Majesty, your strength is far inferior to the Sword God’s.”

Zhou Yi diligently practiced the Epiphyllum Treasure Tome, causing his True Qi to grow continuously, his progress far surpassing that of a Martial Arts Grandmaster who cultivated with only a fraction of Innate True Qi.

The Empress circulated her Innate True Qi to nourish her sinews and bones, speaking in a deep voice.

“Eunuch Yi, what do you want? I promise you anything!”

“I only want… Your Majesty’s life,” Zhou Yi replied as he approached, his eyes brimming with murderous intent. “With the palace under my control, the Eastern Depot will have to be relied upon, whether Prince of Pingxi succeeds or not!”

As he spoke.

Two figures soared towards them with incredible speed, rapidly closing a distance of a hundred yards.

One was an old monk draped in a blue robe, the other a man with a face full of tattoos, both emitting an aura stronger than that of the Empress.

“Amitabha!”

The old monk intoned a Buddhist chant, “Rumors in the jianghu spoke of Eastern Depot’s Head plotting a rebellion; it seems they were true. Fortunately, this poor monk arrived in haste through the night.”

“Qingyang Demon Monk!”

Zhou Yi recognized the identity of the old monk and assessing the tattooed man speculated, “Of the numerous foreign grandmasters who perished in the attack on the Golden Tent that day, only the body of Grandmaster Ben Xin was never found.”

However powerful a Grandmaster was, falling into the turmoil of a battle involving millions from the National Dynasty, they could drown without causing even a ripple.

“His Highness once said that without you, Eunuch Yi, tax reform is but an empty talk,” said Ben Xin.

Ben Xin continued, “Should Eunuch Yi go to the Northern Border, His Highness has a position ready for you, with a choice of any official title at your discretion!”

The Empress was about to retort, but Qing Yang shook his head to stop her.

Zhou Yi went to the Northern Border to take up a post, strengthening the power of the King of the Northern Defense. The Great Qing Dynasty court found it easier to control and manipulate with such an external enemy.

“Our family wouldn’t dare enter the tiger’s den!”

Zhou Yi spoke the truth. He was genuinely afraid, knowing that if he fell into the military ranks, he would find escape impossible, even if he had wings.

In Ben Xin’s ears, these words signaled Zhou Yi’s loyalty to the Orthodox Emperor, or perhaps his loyalty to Great Qing, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

“The poor monk is nowhere near as illustrious as the Governor!”

The words sounded nice, but the actions were equally ruthless.

Ben Xin moved as swiftly as a ghost, his hand stretched out with five fingers aiming for Zhou Yi’s heart, the fingertips radiating a sharp green light, indicative of some kind of Innate True Qi.

The Qingyang Monk’s Robe fluttered, and his hands formed the Dharma Seal incantation. His thumb, index finger, and middle finger shot out three dazzling beams of True Qi in succession.

The Empress’s eyebrows shot up in anger, her eyes flashing a strange red glow.

The eunuchs secretly watching nearby, upon seeing the red glow, were overcome with a trance, collapsing to the ground one after another.

The Three Suns Sect was divided into Qing Yang, Red Yang, and White Yang, representing the three doors of essence, energy, and spirit in Martial Arts—mysteries that went straight to the Innate Realm.

“Well come!”

Zhou Yi’s True Qi surged turbulently, his figure expanded several feet in an instant, transforming into an eighteen-foot tall golden giant, almost as tall as the nearby palace.

Boom, boom, boom…

A series of explosive sounds echoed, leaving several scars on the golden body that healed back to normal in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Yi crossed his arms, trapping Ben Xin in his embrace. Without the need for any special moves, the terrifying strength alone could crush him into pulp.

Roar!

Ben Xin let out a long howl to the sky, his face and arms sprouting greyish fur as if he was transforming into a humanoid Wolf Demon.

His speed surged instantly, allowing him to escape before the arms closed in.

“Amitabha Buddha!”

Qing Yang’s expression was filled with compassion, whether it was a pity that Ben Xin did not die, or he was lamenting the terror of Zhou Yi’s Martial Arts.

Ben Xin landed over a hundred paces away, his body growing more wolf fur and his aura rising exponentially, his eyes gleaming with a cold, cruel green light.

“The Governor’s reputation is indeed well-deserved, roar!”

As he spoke, he crouched on all fours as if ready to pounce.

“Great Master, there’s no need to rush.”

Qing Yang reminded, “We are entangled with the eunuchs, and while Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill is known to be impenetrable, it also consumes a significant amount of True Qi and cannot be sustained for long!”

Three Innate Grandmasters took their places, trapped Zhou Yi between them.

“To be targeted by three Grandmasters in my lifetime, I could consider my life far from wasted,” Zhou Yi said, while in reality, he had no such agreement in his heart.

If the true battle drained them in the long run, it would be these three Grandmasters who would deplete their True Qi first. However, it was still uncertain how things were outside the palace.

If the Prince of Pingxi’s troops surrounded the palace, escaping later would become problematic.

“Kill!”

Thinking this, Zhou Yi feigned a desperate fight and violently lunged at the Empress, the weakest in might.

“Even in death, our family cannot let you have your way!”

The Empress displayed her Qinggong, leaping away toward Qing Yang’s direction, and the two joined forces to block Zhou Yi, thus continuing the cycle of depleting True Qi.

Zhou Yi didn’t chase after her, but instead continued charging forward. During the rush, his body shrank rapidly back to the size of an ordinary man.

“He’s trying to escape!”

Ben Xin was the fastest, sprinting on all fours to chase after him.

Zhou Yi charged straight ahead without dodging or evading, bursting through several palace walls, heading straight for the wall on the eastern side.

Roar!

Ben Xin’s speed increased once more, like a bolt of lightning, he managed to get in front of Zhou Yi beneath the palace wall.

The Imperial Inspection Hall.

After Zhou Yi broke through the wall and went in, he never came back out. Qing Yang, following closely, entered the hall and saw an open tunnel.

“Send a message to the Prince of Pingxi, lock all the gates, and thoroughly search the capital!”

After speaking, Qing Yang jumped down, carefully exploring until he reached halfway and found the tunnel violently destroyed, not able to be cleared quickly.

Meanwhile.

The Duty Hall.

The Third Bing Shelter.

Zhou Yi pushed the door and entered, seeing a room that was both familiar and strange, and couldn’t help feeling sentimental.

“Our family has come full circle!”

There was a young eunuch in the room, hiding under the quilt and too scared to show his head. Hearing the door open, he stuck his head out for a look and saw a young eunuch approaching.

“Who are you?”

“I am you! He he he…”

Zhou Yi let out an odd chuckle, sizing up the eunuch, whose appearance and build were somewhat similar to his own—they might be mistaken for brothers if seen on the street.

“Our family will borrow something from you and perhaps return it in the next life!”