Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 91: Chapter 2: Suppressing Chaotic Situation, The Puppeteer Behind the Scenes (Looking for first subscription!)

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At the command.

Surrounded by the ice-cold black armored soldiers with iron shields, Yu Qinghan was encircled in the center, each soldier holding a sharp long spear in their other hand.

Despite the murderous atmosphere, Yu Qinghan’s eyes remained calm.

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A full, cyan long halberd with a frost-like tip, wrapped in chilly True Qi, appeared in mid-air, parallel to the ground.

“Bang!”

Yu Qinghan grasped the halberd in mid-air and stabbed it down, making a deafening sound.

“Boom!”

A torrent of murderous aura swept out, rippling open with her as the center.

The surrounding soldiers carrying shields were blown away, creating a fearsome wave of turbulent air that swept away everything in front of them.

Seeing such terrifying murderous aura, many soldiers’ hearts trembled with fear.

Seeing their fear, Yu Shihuang couldn’t help but burst into a curse: “A bunch of rice buckets, attack!”

With the military order given, they had no choice but to charge.

The black armored soldiers also gave their all, stabbing their spears one by one.

Yu Qinghan’s face was expressionless as she wielded the giant halberd, gathering her True Qi and striking forcefully.

“Roar!”

A halberd qi, like a shooting star, cut open the center of the soldiers, leaving a wide, empty path.

Yu Qinghan held the halberd, stepped forward slowly, and said indifferently: “When father was alive, you were nothing. Now that father is gone, do you think you’re something?”

Hearing those words, Yu Shihuang’s face turned extremely ugly, almost gnashing his teeth, and cursed: “You guys attack too!”

At this point, three men in black cloth stepped forward and blocked her path.

Yun Long, Black Turtle, and Ying Que. “Do you also want to be my enemy?”

Yu Qinghan raised an eyebrow and asked.

“That’s right, we can only swear to defend it to the death,” Ying Que chirped clearly.

“What a sworn defense.”

Seeing their nostalgic expressions, Yu Shihuang’s face darkened as he roared at the three masters: “What are you waiting for? Get on with it!”

“My apologies, Princess.”

Yun Long said in a sharp tone, his gaze sharp, spear like a dragon, and True Vigor surged throughout his body.

The spear moved at incredible speed, aiming for vital points.

Black Turtle and Ying Que quickly sprang into action as well.

Black Turtle pulled a giant axe from his shield, the iron grinding sound piercing to the bone, while Ying Que’s red bowstring tightened and an arrow nocked, two fingers filled with powerful True Vigor.

All three masters struck at once.

Yu Qinghan’s face grew solemn.

She hadn’t expected King Qin to settle in the capital city and seize control of the situation so quickly. In other words, they were lagging behind in martial arts speed, missing a step.

Now, she could only fight desperately to the death.

She thrust the halberd in her hand into the ground.

The cold True Qi dispersed outside her body, forming a barrier.

The spear, the axe, the sharp arrow.

All struck at the same time!

Two extremely powerful forces clashed violently.

However, it didn’t take long for Yu Qinghan to eventually lose the battle.

She knelt down in defeat, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her face instantly turning pale.

The gap in cultivation was ultimately too great.

Moreover, the three masters had held back some of their strength, fearing they would take the princess’s life.

Had they exerted their full force, Yu Qinghan would have had difficulty surviving even a single breath.However, even so, it was extremely difficult for Yu Qinghan to withstand a half-incense stick of time, and no one could compare.

“My Princess, you are no match for us. Give up.” Yun Long stepped forward with his spear, a hint of pity in his eyes.

King Qin had already arrived on the night of the Emperor’s burial. The city’s gates and passes had long been taken control of. Princess would find it difficult to enter the capital city without King Qin’s command.

What difference was there between My Princess entering the capital and her going to her death?

With King Qin’s ruthless methods, her life was likely in danger.

Yu Qinghan supported herself on the ground with the long halberd in her hand, squatting down, her gaze still firm and unyielding.

Things are unpredictable in this world; a slight mistake could lead to a thousand miles of deviation.

If she had arrived one step earlier, perhaps the situation would have been different.

Yu Shihuang had someone move the Dragon Chair out of the hall and sat on it comfortably. Seeing Yu Qinghan in this state, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you know our father’s last words?” Yu Qinghan looked up at him coldly.

Seeing this, Yu Shihuang sneered.

“The old man said that the future of Xia Country depends on me. He asked me to chanze mv reckless wavs and earnestlv inherit his territorv, doing something worthy. ”

“And you.” Pausing at this point, Yu Shihuang smirked. “Not – a – single – word.”

“Because Xia Country doesn’t need you right now!”

Yu Shihuang’s words, every single one of them, struck Yu Qinghan’s heart.

Causing her gaze to look blank for a moment.

Yu Shihuang saw Yu Qinghan’s appearance and continued, “Without you, Xia would still function properly. Why couldn’t you just stay in Jinzhou? You had to come back, your pawnshop husband must be heartbroken.”

To kill the person, one must also remove their heart. It’s as normal as it gets.

Killing her? What he really wanted was to crush her heart and deny his little sister her existence, even more important than taking her life.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qinghan was silent for a long while. She shook her head, “You don’t understand; you’re not qualified.”

“Qualified or not, we’ll see.” Yu Shihuang sneered.

“Don’t worry, after I ascend the throne, Xia will undoubtedly become even more prosperous!”

“Guards, imprison the Princess in the dungeon! On the day I ascend the throne, I will console our predecessor Emperor!”

The strategist in black cloth looked at Yu Qinghan, who was being taken away with her cultivation sealed, and could not help but reveal an interested smile.

“I am tired, and I need to rest. After that, I will leave the rest to you.” Yu Shihuang waved his hand.

The strategist in black cloth bowed, “Yes, the Ascension Ceremony will definitely be held on time.”

Afterward, the strategist in black cloth exited the Imperial Palace and arrived at an inconspicuous courtyard.

The courtyard was desolate and empty, except for a cage containing a white carrier pigeon.

The strategist in black cloth stuffed a pre-written paper strip into the carrier pigeon’s leg.

He then opened the cage and released the pigeon.

The strategist in black cloth gently waved his feather fan and smiled faintly: “King Yan, our grand plan will be successful.”

The carrier pigeon flew high and entered a low house on the outskirts of the capital city.

A thin youth in a dark python robe stood by the window, not particularly outstanding in appearance, but with eyes unusually deep, as if they could penetrate people’s hearts.

He was King Yan, Yu Yunping.

Everyone thought that King Yan had been transferred to the west, but they didn’t expect him to still be hiding in the capital city.

The carrier pigeon landed on Yu Yunping’s hand. He took the paper strip, glanced at it, and smiled:

“My brother is still too naive. With just a bit of success, he becomes arrogant, forgetting his past, and his tendency to celebrate doesn’t change. Without my assistance, how could he have taken control of the capital so quickly?”

“Only the throne can tempt him to leave the Northern Army and make the long journey to the capital city. I will give my brother a surprise tonight.”

“This cult is a bit tricky, but it doesn’t affect the overall situation. The common people just have to suffer a little.”

“Just feeling sorry for my little sister, who also gets implicated.”

Yu Yunping gently stroked the carrier pigeon, sighing regretfully.