Chen Yi had actually arrived long ago.
It took less than two and a half seconds—extremely quick.
The reason he hadn’t shown himself earlier was because Liu Ruyan, this woman, had acted without reporting to him or receiving any orders!
If she had been forced into it, that would have been understandable—after all, sometimes circumstances leave no choice—and Chen Yi wouldn’t have blamed her.
But the final deadline was tomorrow at noon. During this time, no one had pressured her; she had rushed to her death entirely of her own accord!
What the hell?
Did she think he, the group leader, was some kind of summonable beast she could beckon and dismiss at will?
If she didn’t learn her lesson now, she’d be climbing onto the roof and tearing off the tiles next!
Only by brushing against death can one truly comprehend the essence of life!
Chen Yi cast a disdainful glance at Liu Ruyan, whose long pink tongue lolled out but whose charm remained undiminished. With a wave of his hand, he forced her already dissipating soul back into her still-warm corpse.
Everything happened in an instant. Only then did the two imperial guards overseeing Liu Ruyan’s suicide notice Chen Yi’s sudden appearance.
“Who goes there?!”
“Death to any man who trespasses into the imperial harem!”
The voices of the two eunuch guards were shrill and effeminate, but their movements were fierce and domineering as they charged forward, brandishing gleaming sabers.
Chen Yi studied them with mild interest before sweeping his divine sense outward. The two guards froze mid-air as if someone had hit pause, their defenses wide open.
“Tsk tsk tsk… The laws of this world are rather intriguing…”
“Using imperial fortune as the foundation for cultivation, where the emperor’s decrees are recognized by the heavens as special sub-rules… So even if one reaches a combat power of ninety thousand—roughly equivalent to the late Golden Core stage, where severed limbs can regenerate—they still can’t regrow their manhood?”
“No, wait. The rule is: ‘Aside from the emperor, no spears are permitted in the harem!’”
“What the—you even dare to castrate me? You’ve got some nerve!”
Chen Yi’s eyes flashed coldly as his overwhelming will instantly crushed the restless special rule energy around him.
The chat group’s shielding power only blocked the heavenly dao’s perception, not these palace-specific rules.
Had any group member with less than a hundred million in combat power come here today, they’d have experienced the agony of losing their most prized possession.
Though Chen Yi’s one-star ordinary clone hadn’t suffered any actual harm, he still felt deeply insulted!
Especially now.
After being crushed, the special rule energy regenerated from the vast imperial fortune, even manifesting into sharp little blades, determined to excise what shouldn’t exist in the harem!
His fists clenched. Hard.
Chen Yi’s expression darkened instantly.
Originally, he’d planned to complete the mission quietly without confronting this world’s heavenly dao head-on. After all, this world’s hierarchy was quite high, and if things escalated, that damned tribulation for immortality would inevitably show up.
But now? The other side didn’t know its place—no, it was outright stomping on his face!
Daring to castrate even him? Clearly, it couldn’t tell who was in charge here!
“Scram!”
Chen Yi’s voice carried the weight of divine decree. A single word materialized into a massive halberd, plowing through the castration blades formed by the imperial rule energy like a storm!
Its momentum unchecked, the halberd struck the land’s dragon vein with earth-shaking force!
Boom—!!!
The earth trembled. The slumbering imperial fortune awoke instantly. Above the resplendent palace, a dazzling dragon head—the manifestation of the nation’s fortune—emerged, its oppressive aura pouring down as its blazing eyes locked onto Chen Yi in the harem.
“By the decree of the Great Zhou Emperor: No man shall enter the harem. Violators shall be castrated!”
The thunderous proclamation echoed as the dragon head spat out countless castration blades, all aimed at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi remained calm. “Your words mean nothing. My rules are the only rules here!”
With that, he finally released his suppressed aura—Peak Tribulation Transcension!
In an instant, the fortune dragon’s form wavered, its solidity crumbling.
Rumble—!!!
The heavens echoed with a deafening roar as rolling dark clouds gathered overhead.
At the same time, the chat group’s notification sounded.
[Warning! Due to excessive provocation, you have exceeded the chat group’s shielding capacity. The heavenly dao of this world has detected you. Protect the relevant group member, or the mission will be deemed a failure.]
“Screw your warnings! If I don’t skin this damned fortune dragon today, I won’t be able to rest easy!”
Chen Yi dismissed the notification but still casually threw a protective barrier over Liu Ruyan’s motionless body. Then he crushed two purple orbs in his hand, summoning two backup one-star clones.
Of course, this wasn’t to fuse them into a two-star clone—that would immediately trigger the damned tribulation.
Instead, these two clones were here to shoulder the pressure from the heavenly dao!
Now unshackled, the mission clone formed a ten-thousand-zhang-tall dharma avatar and seized the Great Zhou fortune dragon by the neck, yanking it entirely out of the sea of imperial fortune!
“Halt!”
Only when the fortune dragon was in peril did the Great Zhou imperial family finally react. Several towering figures shot into the sky from the palace depths.
“The Second-Generation Prince of Northern Pacification is here! Rebel scum, cease your madness!”
“The Thirteenth Grandson of the Founding Emperor still lives! All who defy Great Zhou shall perish!”
“By the emperor’s decree: Whoever takes his head shall be granted the title of Co-Equal King!!!”
“The Supreme General of Lingling requests battle!”
Even within the capital, brave warriors stepped forward, charging fearlessly toward the colossal dharma avatar.
But numbers couldn’t bridge the gap. These were mere ants with combat power in the millions, daring to challenge Chen Yi’s nine hundred million. It was like eggs hurled at a boulder!
Had the Great Zhou emperor still been in his prime, he might have stood a chance against Chen Yi by leveraging the vast imperial fortune.
But those who bear fortune cannot live long. Now bedridden and frail, the emperor’s decline had left the fortune dragon equally weakened, allowing Chen Yi to effortlessly seize it by the throat.
“Scram!”
Again, just one word.
Instantly, whether it was the Prince of Northern Pacification or the Founding Emperor’s grandson, all were sent flying, their fates unknown.
Then, his bloodlust fully ignited, Chen Yi turned back.
Slap! Slap!
Two resounding strikes landed on the fortune dragon’s head, shattering its protective aura. Without hesitation, he plunged his hand into its body and ripped out a dragon tendon—a manifestation of the imperial family’s collective will, inscribed with the decree: “No man shall enter the harem.”
In that moment, the legitimacy of the Great Zhou imperial lineage suffered a catastrophic blow.
Stripped of the imperial fortune’s blessings, the severely injured imperial cultivators—who had just been sent flying—instantly lost most of their power. With a final wail, they dropped dead on the spot!
Those like the Supreme General of Lingling, who had answered the emperor’s call to suppress the rebellion, also suffered backlash. Their already dire wounds worsened, their auras withering—they wouldn’t last much longer.
Great Zhou, in this moment, became a thing of the past. Were it not for Chen Yi’s presence suppressing everything, the vast fortune would have already scattered in search of a new ruler.
“BOOM—!!!”
Seeing its domain thrown into chaos by this otherworldly intruder, the Heavenly Dao of this realm flew into a rage. In an instant, the clear skies for miles around were swallowed by impossibly thick storm clouds—yet the light didn't fade. Instead, the sunlight transformed into blinding arcs of lightning so radiant they burned the eyes!
The Heavenly Dao had gone mad, resolved to expend every ounce of this world's power to utterly annihilate the damned trespasser from another realm!
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