Chapter 496: The Heavenly Human of Forget-Worry

The Liyang Dynasty is about to change its reign title.

This is the last Start of Winter before the reign title changes.

A gentle, drifting snow brings joy to the hearts of the common people, who hope for a good harvest next year.

On this day, the Emperor leads a massive retinue of civil and military officials to the northern suburbs for the enthronement sacrifice; the officials who are not burdened by the early morning court session are all in high spirits.

The commoners who ran along the route to catch a glimpse of the official prestige and power are wide-eyed and whispering; some street-level folk who are distantly related to high-ranking officials boast smugly about how solid their connections are, while their neighbors, who know the truth, naturally smile without a word, and some commoners from several streets away listen in astonishment.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

Some commoners count the Imperial Princes at the very front back and forth, but no matter how they count, there are only five.

As everyone knows, doesn't the current dynasty have six Imperial Princes? For such a major sacrifice, even if an Imperial Prince were bedridden with a serious illness, he would have to be dragged here.

The commoners lower their heads to whisper, not daring to speak too loudly; if they were accidentally slapped with the grave crime of criticizing the Imperial family, that would be miserable.

After the sacrifice, the Emperor leads the hundred officials back to the Imperial Palace in a grand procession.

Some stand on tiptoe, sighing and lamenting; it is just a pity that ordinary commoners cannot enter the Imperial Palace and can no longer watch the excitement.

It is said that the Crown Prince is to be named today; I wonder if Cao Qingyi, who enters the Imperial Palace as easily as walking through a corridor, will be watching the ceremony in Taian City.

Bang!

Four tall, powerfully built figures fly out horizontally, directly smashing through a bronze gate. Three of them lie on the ground, vomiting blood in large mouthfuls, their faces as pale as paper.

Only one middle-aged man, nearly a zhang tall, barely manages to prop himself up; his physique is as robust as a War God from mythology, and every muscle in his body radiates formidable power. Yet, having been defeated in a single blow, he feels indescribable horror as he watches Wang Xianzhi slowly walking over from not far away.

The middle-aged man is an Imperial Palace attendant who has guarded this place for years. Although he has heard of the reputation of Wang Laoguai of Wudi City and knows that the other party was once invincible in the world for sixty years,

he secretly thinks to himself that if he were alone, he would undoubtedly lose. But if the four brothers joined forces, they might not be unable to defeat him.

Yet just a moment ago, this burly brute broke into the forbidden area, and even though the four of them launched attacks and exhausted all their skills, they could not even harm a single hair on the other party.

It was not until this Wang Laoguai sighed in disappointment that a single heavy blow caused the four of them to suffer grievous injuries.

Even for the most skilled and majestic middle-aged man, being able to stand up now has almost exhausted his greatest strength, and he is trembling. He feels his internal Qi and Blood boiling, as if his body has been turned into a battlefield, colliding in all directions.

"You... Wang Xianzhi, you have trespassed into the Imperial Palace's forbidden area; this is a capital offense! Cough, cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..." The middle-aged man glares with wide eyes, gritting his teeth. However, before he can finish speaking, he coughs up a large pool of blood mixed with fragments—those are his shattered internal organs.

That light blow had already shattered his five viscera.

"Oh, is that so?!"

Wang Xianzhi chuckles, noncommittal.

If one were to categorize the world's top experts, Murong Tonghuang is in a class of his own, and he, Wang Xianzhi, is also in a class of his own; only then come the likes of Tuoba Pusa and Cao Guanzi.

The Liyang Dynasty cannot even handle Cao Guanzi, let alone him, Wang Xianzhi.

This place is an underground structure, dozens of zhang from the surface, and is isolated by the Qintian Bureau's talisman arrays; if Wang Xianzhi had not known the specific location in advance, he would have had to plow through the entire Capital to find it.

And although only these four brothers guard the forbidden area, they are all top experts of the current age, and with the coordination of mechanisms and traps, the number of people in the world who can break in can be counted on one's fingers.

Coincidentally.

He, Wang Xianzhi, is one of them.

"Wang Xianzhi, you had better think clearly; you are choosing to be at irreconcilable odds with the Liyang Dynasty," the middle-aged man says with stern severity.

"Wang does not need the likes of you to point fingers at how I do things." Wang Xianzhi's pace is slow but steady; the moment he passes the four of them, they let out a miserable shriek, their bodies instantly swell to their limit, and then they explode with a boom, turning into four pools of scarlet blood.

He has no intention of forcing information out of them.

That old thing Huang Sanjia told him everything.

At this moment, Wang Xianzhi has already stepped through the broken bronze gate.

Inside the bronze gate is a strange space cast from bronze, engraved with complex patterns, and talisman arrays laid down by the Qintian Bureau can be seen everywhere.

Two bronze chains hang down from the two walls, stringing up a bronze coffin; the coffin is placed right in the center, very eye-catching.

Wang Xianzhi walks step by step toward the bronze coffin, but halfway there, he suddenly stops and looks up at the bronze chains.

He sees that standing on the chain is a person.

It is a young eunuch.

His appearance is unremarkable, but his eyes are exceptionally deep and gentle; seeing Wang Xianzhi look over, he smiles slightly, yet it seems to carry endless vicissitudes.

"I was wondering how, with only guard dogs like Liu Haoshi and Han Renmao, they could repeatedly stop Cao Zhangqing; so it turns out there is such an expert behind them."

Wang Xianzhi looks at this young eunuch who fits the Daoist Canon description of "attaining true intent and returning to youth," and says with a smile: "How about it? Do you want to stop me? You might as well try."

"No need, I am just here to watch the excitement."

The young eunuch does not speak, yet a voice rings out. It is melodious and pleasant, as if a peerless musician were tapping on the bronze chains, playing a piece of immortal music that lingers in the rafters.

"Oh." A trace of mocking laughter flashes across the corner of Wang Xianzhi's mouth: "The Zhao Family has, after all, been kind to you; you seek longevity by absorbing Dragon Qi to nourish your Qi and Blood essence, yet now you choose to stand by and watch?"

The young eunuch does not seem to hear the aggressive momentum, remaining lazy and casual: "If you were to ruin the Zhao Family's Luck, I would inevitably have to fight you, although I might not necessarily win. But if it is just for a trump card of the Zhao Family, fighting to the death with an expert like you is not worth it."

Wang Xianzhi chuckles.

The young eunuch does not speak, yet the voice rings out: "Furthermore, your trip is merely to deal with Murong Tonghuang; Murong Tonghuang has a deep feud with the Zhao Family and even killed the First Imperial Prince not long ago, so I fear the Zhao Family Emperor is wishing for exactly this."

Wang Xianzhi says: "Since you are not stopping me, then what exactly did you come here for?"

The young eunuch chuckles and says: "Didn't I say, I am just here to watch the excitement. As a junior, I also greatly admire this peerless expert who walked the Edo with the bearing of a Heavenly Human four hundred years ago and established the Wang First Grade Sijing."

Wang Xianzhi takes a deep look at the young eunuch, then turns and walks to the bronze coffin, flicking his sleeve, and the coffin lid slides open.

Lying in the coffin is a middle-aged man with a peaceful sleeping posture; his appearance is elegant, and there is a vertical scarlet mark between his brows, as if a Heavenly Eye had opened in addition to his two eyes.

——The Heavenly Human of Forget-Worry, Gao Shulu.