Chapter 943

It wasn't just Qin Wang who felt despair.

Even all the civil and military officials below shared the same feeling.

Who could have imagined that, at the very moment Great Qin needed its State Tutor most, he would vanish so suddenly?

Among the crowd, Zhang Long let out a cold laugh.

If not for generations of Qin Kings harboring ambition, seeking to centralize power and reclaim all authority granted to the sects and noble clans—

How could their resistance have been stirred, leading to Great Qin's current plight of standing alone, unsupported?

Yuwen Cheng looked around, his thoughts drifting to Cangwu Mountain.

"Father, Great Qin is now at the brink of destruction—when will you recover? We urgently need you to take charge..."

Recalling how his father had spoken of lying low in Cangwu Mountain, Yuwen Cheng couldn't help but feel anxious.

Lying low was not a problem in itself.

But if Great Qin is about to fall, must I still continue to lie low?

Yuwen Cheng pressed his forehead, feeling a sharp headache.

Upon the throne

Qin Wang finally came to his senses.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked as if he had aged over a decade.

Under the gaze of all, he pushed himself up from the throne's armrests with both hands, struggling to stand.

Then, in a hoarse voice, he said: "Listen to my command—spare no cost, find the State Tutor's whereabouts, and save Great Qin from this crisis!"

The civil and military officials hastily echoed: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

His words echoed repeatedly within the hall.

Qin Wang, as if drained of all vitality, slumped back onto the cold, hard throne.

He waved his hand weakly: "All of you, leave."

The crowd bowed respectfully, turning to depart.

But just then—

A voice, utterly out of place, suddenly rang out from outside the hall: "I am here already—why must Your Majesty search further..."

The voice boomed like thunder, exploding in the hearts of all!

As officials of the Qin capital, none among them could fail to recognize this voice!

He was...

Everyone turned stiffly, staring at the figure at the hall's entrance.

It was a refined man wearing a hooded cloak, smiling calmly.

Their pupils shrank—they instantly recognized his identity.

This man was none other than the State Tutor of Great Qin, who had vanished for months.

Yuwen Feng!

After a brief shock, boundless joy surged through them.

"We humbly welcome the State Tutor's return!"

Soon, every civil and military official knelt in reverence.

They gazed eagerly at Yuwen Feng, their gloom dissolving swiftly.

As long as the State Tutor had returned, all was still salvageable.

Great Qin still had hope!

As the crowd voiced their acclaim,

Qin Wang, still slumped upon the throne, suddenly rose to his feet.

His previously dim pupils now blazed with brilliance!

He hurried down the steps with all his strength, reaching Yuwen Feng's side.

His physical weakness left his face pale as death, drenched in sweat.

He gasped: "State Tutor, I've waited day and night, prayed for stars and moon—finally, you've returned!"

"That wicked Daqian took advantage of your absence to launch a full-scale invasion—now that you've returned, you'll surely repel the enemy!"

Upon seeing Yuwen Feng, all Qin Wang's doubts vanished.

Yuwen Feng paid no heed to the king's joy, speaking gravely: "Your Majesty, I have returned for only one thing..."

Qin Wang, still lost in elation, dismissed it: "State Tutor, don't be formal—speak plainly."

Yuwen Feng bowed and said: "I beg Your Majesty to abdicate."

His words fell—and the entire hall fell into stunned silence.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring at Yuwen Feng as if seeing a ghost.

No one had expected that, after months of absence, the State Tutor's first words upon return would be so shocking!

The smile froze on Qin Wang's face.

He stood frozen in place, unable to comprehend.

Until a deep voice echoed from deep within the Wang Gong: "Yuwen Feng, your life was granted by our late king—now are you repaying kindness with betrayal, handing over Great Qin's millennia-old foundation to others?!"

Instantly, a powerful aura swept through the hall, sending a chill through every civil and military official.

As they looked up toward the front,

They saw an aged figure standing before them.

He was an old man clad in hemp robes, his hair white as snow.

The moment they saw his face—

Those who had served in the court for a short time could not immediately recognize the other's identity.

But those veteran officials who had served through multiple reigns were different.

They hurriedly bowed and knelt: "We respectfully welcome Duke Donglin!"

At these words, the civil and military officials, who had still been stunned, were all taken aback again.

Duke Donglin?

They were not unfamiliar with this title.

This person was the ancestral progenitor of the Great Qin royal clan, having lived for over a thousand years.

Though his strength did not match that of the Imperial Preceptor Yuwen Feng, he was still a powerhouse at the eighth stage of the Myriad Phenomena Realm, ranking among the first-tier powerhouses of Great Qin.

However, it was said that since the reign of the Qin Wang before last, he had chosen to enter secluded cultivation to seek an opportunity to break through to the Primordial Spirit, rarely walking the world.

This resulted in officials like them only hearing of him but never seeing him.

And now, they finally had the fortune to meet this legendary figure!

Thinking of all this, everyone one after another imitated those veteran officials and knelt to pay their respects.