A deathly silence fell over the pavilion.
A gentle breeze swept past, fluttering the hem of Luo Zhao's dark dress and the stray hairs on Gu Chengyin's forehead, yet it could not blow away the chill rising from the soles of their feet.
The life-and-death race against time they had experienced in Luoshui Commandery, the thrilling pursuits and counterattacks, the hundreds of thousands of rebel troops relentlessly chasing them...
Everything seemed like a colossal illusion, meticulously orchestrated and then forcibly erased. Only those who had experienced it firsthand served as the sole authentic footnotes to this grand mirage.
Gu Chengyin's mind was racing. The existence of the system gave him a perception of anomalies that far exceeded that of ordinary people.
His face darkened as he slowly spoke, analyzing the situation:
"A complete blockade of information, tampering with facts, replacing key figures, and creating an illusion that everything is normal."
"To even make the traces of the mobilization of hundreds of thousands of troops vanish without a trace from official records."
"This absolute control over intelligence and personnel, as well as the power to cover the entire Luoshui Commandery and even influence the eyes and ears of the imperial court..."
He looked up, his sharp gaze fixed on Luo Zhao, and said word by word:
"The Second Prince could never achieve this. If he had this capability, Your Highness wouldn't have even been able to leave Luodu."
"Let alone in Luoshui Commandery. The only person in the entire Great Luo who could pull this off so effortlessly..."
Luo Zhao's lips turned slightly pale. She finished Gu Chengyin's sentence, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand pounds:
"Only Imperial Father."
Yes.
Only the Luo Emperor, who had wielded the highest authority of Great Luo for decades and whose foundation was as deep and immovable as a mountain.
Only he could quietly lay out such a heaven-shaking scheme, turning an entire commandery into a chessboard, using the Crown Princess and tens of thousands of elites as pawns, to stage a rebellion and pacification so real that it blurred the lines of truth.
Including those replaced generals, the seemingly normal deployments, the erased traces, and so on.
But why?
Why create the illusion of his own coma and the princes forcing his abdication?
Why force his own daughter into a desperate corner, fighting a life-and-death battle against hundreds of thousands of rebels in Luoshui Commandery?
Was it for a test? A purge? Or was there an even more profound purpose?
Countless questions, like freezing water, drowned Luo Zhao's heart.
She felt a bone-piercing cold, not only from this subversive truth but even more so from the fear and unfamiliarity of that unfathomable imperial statecraft.
"Tomorrow's audience..." Gu Chengyin muttered, his eyes deep and thoughtful. "It seems all the answers will only be known when we enter the palace tomorrow."
Shangguan Yunying was also shaken by this deduction. She subconsciously looked at Luo Zhao, her eyes filled with worry.
She knew that the impact of this truth on Her Highness was far greater than any open rebellion with real swords and spears.
Amidst this heavy atmosphere, Gu Chengyin's gaze once again fell on Luo Zhao beside him.
The sense of anomaly he had just overlooked due to the shocking news surfaced in his mind.
The Luo Zhao before him, her reactions were a bit too vivid.
Gu Chengyin carefully recalled Luo Zhao under the hypnotized state.
She had been more like an exquisite, perfect AI robot, completely devoid of emotional fluctuations, her eyes often carrying a vacant calmness.
Occasional reactions were slightly delayed and programmed, as if separated by an invisible membrane.
Especially when he issued commands through the system, the rigidity brought by absolute obedience was particularly obvious.
But the current Luo Zhao, although trying her best to maintain calmness, showed instantly contracting pupils, slightly trembling fingertips, a voiceless gasp, and eyes surging with shock, bewilderment, fear, and even a trace of the pain of being schemed against by her closest kin.
These subtle yet rich emotional changes were like undercurrents beneath the ice; though desperately suppressed, they still genuinely burst forth.
She did not seem like an AI robot whose emotional responses were simplified and delayed.
She was more like a living, breathing human being, displaying the most instinctive reactions when encountering a drastic upheaval.
An absurd thought slithered into Gu Chengyin's mind like a venomous snake:
Could the hypnosis have failed?
No.
The system had not prompted any anomalies, and the previous commands to come over and pour tea had been sent normally.
Luo Zhao had also obediently followed them. If she were acting according to her original personality, it would be absolutely impossible for her to do such lowly tasks.
Moreover, if she wasn't hypnotized, how could she have received the commands sent by the system?
After all, Gu Chengyin hadn't issued them verbally.
But this sense of vividness existed so obviously that, with his current perception, he simply could not ignore it.
Gu Chengyin narrowed his eyes slightly. No matter what, Luo Zhao was the Crown Princess of Great Luo.
It was perfectly normal for her to have some unknown trump cards up her sleeve.
Furthermore, they were no longer in Luoshui Commandery but had returned to Shendu.
If she had encountered some supreme expert who saw through her condition, it was entirely possible.
But in any case, Gu Chengyin had to confirm exactly what state Luo Zhao was in right now.
This was even more important than tomorrow's audience at the palace, given his understanding of this Highness.
If the hypnosis was truly broken, she would one hundred percent kill him.
A casual verbal decree could send Foundation Establishment experts, including Shangguan Yunying and Chen Busha, hunting him to the ends of the earth.
It seemed he could only test the waters.
Gu Chengyin's pupils contracted slightly, though he remained impassive on the surface.
The fingers of his hand, resting beneath the stone table, twitched slightly.
Shangguan Yunying stood outside the pavilion, her line of sight blocked by the stone table, unable to see his movements underneath.
Gu Chengyin needed a test that was sensitive enough, private enough, and capable of instantly triggering an instinctual reaction.
Verbal probing was too slow and easily disguised.
Making eye contact? Luo Zhao's mind was currently reeling, her gaze wandering; it might not be effective.
His gaze casually swept over Luo Zhao's hand hanging by her side, then followed the smooth lines of her dark palace dress, landing on her leg covered by the hem.
This was it.
Gu Chengyin extended his left hand, slowly and naturally dropping it by his side. Gliding against the edge of the cold stone stool, it moved silently to the side.
The movement was as gentle as a breeze, without stirring a single rustle of clothing. All his attention was focused on his fingertips, perceiving the flow of air and the distance.
Luo Zhao was currently immersed in a tsunami of crashing thoughts.
Her Imperial Father's good health and his grand scheme were like two icy chisels, shattering her cognitive framework of all recent events.
She needed to re-evaluate everything, needed to figure out how to handle tomorrow's audience, and needed to digest the immense sense of loss and chill of being used as a pawn by her closest kin.
Gu Chengyin's analysis further confirmed her most dreaded suspicions, sending shivers down her spine.
All her willpower was spent suppressing the churning emotions within, maintaining a facade of composure, and thinking about her next move.
Towards Gu Chengyin, who was close at hand, she subconsciously maintained the highest level of vigilance, but she also relaxed just a fraction because she had successfully played the role of an obedient hypnotized victim moments ago.
Right at this moment.
A warm palm, carrying an almost blasphemous casualness, was placed on her left thigh without any warning.
Through the high-quality but rather thin fabric of her dark palace dress.
It pressed down firmly.
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s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
