Chapter 155: Bao Cheng Emperor

However, this kind of occasional enlightenment is not something that can be had at any time.

Perhaps it's also because I used the Golden Foil Pattern earlier, which briefly boosted my intellect, giving me a new understanding of things.

Yan Buji took a deep breath: "However, fainting twice in a row almost caused the Mutant Force to erupt."

Fortunately, he woke up at the critical moment; Yan Buji circulated his mana to wear down the Mutant Force, waiting for the court's people to arrive.

Calculating the time, I should have been locked up for about half a month; I shouldn't have been dragged out this long.

Could it be that they came while I was unconscious, saw I was still in a coma, and just ignored me?

Yan Buji thought for a moment, then suddenly heard a voice coming from outside the prison door:

"Sir, you're awake, you're awake!"

"Who? Did Hu Yan Feng wake up?"

"Yes!"

"Report it immediately!"

Hearing the voice, Yan Buji realized that indeed, after he fainted, he just happened not to have seen anyone.

After a while.

Yan Buji opened his eyes to see several martial artists clearing the way; the leader, an old man, had an unsteady aura, suggesting he had just stepped into the Heavenly Human Realm.

Upon seeing Yan Buji, the other party's face instantly changed!

The old man stepped forward, blocking the middle-aged man whose bearing didn't look like an ordinary commoner, and watched him warily.

"Hu Yan Feng?"

"It's me. Your Excellency, could you be the Gen Dao Emperor?" Yan Buji said calmly.

Those around dared not speak; they were all sharp individuals, seeing the Imperial Palace's Heavenly Human Realm senior treated so solemnly, they knew the other party's strength was no fake.

Heavenly Human Realm martial artists, to a certain extent, already have the right to speak directly with the emperor.

On one hand, it's the pinnacle of secular power; on the other, it's the peak of secular strength. Although the two are unlikely to coexist, after all, this world has the existence of cultivators.

Yan Buji looked at the opponent; even if hung on a wall, he showed no sickly weakness, but rather was full of vital energy.

This is already a manifestation of strength; a secular martial artist whose pipa bone is pierced loses all internal energy, being hardly different from a dead dog—how could he speak like Yan Buji?

Only a Heavenly Human Realm martial artist has internal energy that constantly regenerates, and with the spirit transforming into spiritual sense, they would hardly care about such a minor injury.

"I am the Lord of the Gen Dao Dynasty, having received the mandate of the Profound Gen Dao, and am the Heaven-Mandated Bao Cheng Emperor!"

Yan Buji frowned, his spiritual sense detecting that this person not only possessed profound techniques, but also emitted an indescribable aura of pressure.

How could a mere mortal possess such pressure?

No wonder there's never been a record of any Eight Dao Emperor of the Nan Ting Mountain Region being slain by a Heavenly Human Realm martial artist; it turns out not only did various Profound Gate cultivators assist, but he himself also possessed something extraordinary!

"It seems you are indeed His Majesty Bao Cheng; I don't know what you seek from me, Your Majesty?"

The Bao Cheng Emperor's demeanor is extraordinary; even in casual attire he exudes an irresistible aura, perhaps due to long years in high position, or perhaps it's simply his nature.

Looking at someone about the same age as myself, yet one is the lord of the dynasty, the other a cultivator secretly spying on his daughter—there's no talk of conflicting interests, merely a calculation to meet here.

"You really are not ordinary; I also don't want to beat around the bush. Nowadays, many commoners in Huang Du are pleading for your release, earnestly asking me to bestow grace and free you—what do you think?"

Yan Buji fell silent: "If I can live, I naturally don't want to die. I don't know what conditions Your Majesty has."

"Refreshing! Since you are the strongest of the Heavenly Human Realm, I don't just want to kill you outright. I'll give you a chance—how about being the teacher of my third daughter?" The Bao Cheng Emperor laughed.

Yan Buji's pupils contracted; he immediately shook his head: "No."

"Why?"

"I cannot bear such great favor from Your Majesty; first, as a man I cannot casually interact with women; second, I cannot tolerate court rules—if I ever offend someone, Your Majesty would also be in a difficult position."

"Ha ha."

The Bao Cheng Emperor burst out laughing.

He understood what Yan Buji meant by those words: first, saying you trust me so much, I actually don't believe you much—who would have a criminal teach his daughter? Second, having said that beforehand, he dislikes all those rules and regulations; if he were to break the royal law again, would you intervene or not?

"Hu Yan Feng, you don't look like someone who doesn't understand reason; you speak so well, why would you still do the foolish act of killing officials in the street?" The Bao Cheng Emperor asked with a smile.

Yan Buji looked at the other party: "I only seek peace of mind."

"Then why did you kill someone you yourself had saved?"

"I cannot tolerate betrayal."

"You could have simply left after saving the person; why add extra trouble?"

Yan Buji furrowed his brow, looking at him: "What do you mean by trouble? Your Majesty's own subjects don't consider their food, clothing, housing, and transportation, nor do they crack down on illegal crime to uphold justice—how could my actions be wrong?"

The Bao Cheng Emperor laughed loudly: "Ha ha ha, wrong, simply utterly wrong!!"

"Huh?"

Yan Buji never expected such words to come from an emperor's mouth.

Even if you truly don't care about the people's lives or deaths, you can't say such things to their faces.

"Don't you know that above our heads there are cultivators capable of moving mountains and filling seas? Do you think this world is ruled by us mere mortals? Do you think the Eight Dao Dynasty is the heaven of the commoners of the Nan Ting Mountain Region...."

The Bao Cheng Emperor seemed somewhat excited; upon reaching the crucial point, he abruptly stopped.

"In any case, you're not bad; I can give you a chance. Teacher Fang Kun, I'll entrust this person to you."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Having said that, the Bao Cheng Emperor departed with his entourage, leaving only the old man behind.

The old man sighed, glanced at the jailer, and said: "Release him."

"Yes."

Yan Buji came down from the wall; without waiting for the jailer to act, a single movement of his muscles and bones squeezed the iron hook embedded in his body out.

The jailer widened his eyes and respectfully stepped aside.

Walking out of the prison cell, Yan Buji bowed to the old man and said: "Senior Fang Kun."

I wouldn't dare; just call me by my name. The accomplished go first, we martial folk don't have that many rules.

Then I'll address you as Master Fang; may I ask where Master Fang intends to take me?

"Come with me first; I'll explain along the way," Fang Kun didn't explain immediately, clearly the matter wasn't as simple as he thought.

This Emperor Bao Cheng... seems off; he appears quite dissatisfied with his current situation.

You're an emperor and still dissatisfied; could it be that you intend to rebel against Xuan Gen Dao?

That's literally running into a cesspit with fire—asking for death.

Yan Buji was somewhat intrigued; if that's the case, plotting to seize the Six Orifices Exquisite Heart would give him a great opportunity.

Soon, Yan Buji followed Fang Kun into a mansion outside the palace.

Upon entering, Yan Buji immediately smelled a strong, heavy scent of blood!

This is......

Blood Essence Skill?!!