Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 572 - 287: You Wrote Me a Divorce Letter

Chapter 572: Chapter 287: You Wrote Me a Divorce Letter

Inside the imperial palace.

Above the imperial palace, a light column from the magical formation erupted like flames, dyeing the sky blood red.

Due to the barrier of the formation, outsiders could not see it.

"Zhao Wuxiu indeed has a strong sense of honor,"

Emperor Zhou Chang stood upon the high platform, lightly holding onto the beautifully carved jade railing, and spoke with a smile.

The old supervisor discerned the dissatisfaction and mockery in the Emperor’s tone and said softly, "For a master like Zhao Wuxiu, the hardest thing to tolerate is someone helping him; he prefers to fight others fair and square.

Moreover, if the Sword Demon truly decided to fight to the death, there are almost none in the world who could stop him.

Furthermore, last time the master from Yanrong attempted to assassinate the Crown Prince, Yelv Shenye broke three of Zhao Wuxiu’s spiritual veins, which have not fully healed. Whether he can parry this third sword strike is uncertain."

"Sword Demon..."

Zhou Chang heavily slapped the railing, murmuring, "The people of Jianghu, not knowing where Jianghu is, are truly laughable."

Under heaven, is not all land the king’s?

Within the king’s land, everything is Jianghu.

The tyranny of Yan Changqing ultimately ignited the Emperor’s wrath.

However, now that Zhao Wuxiu refrained from action, no one could stop him, and it was not an option to send tens of thousands of troops.

The old supervisor looked towards Huailan Lake and said slowly:

"Regardless, Zhao Wuxiu is now unsuited to stop Yan Changqing. But Your Majesty need not worry, if Yan Changqing truly forces out the Nine-Tailed Fox, it would harm Ye Zhuchan instead."

Zhou Chang suddenly asked, "Do you think Zhao Wuxiu has ulterior motives?"

The old supervisor was startled and dared not answer this sensitive question.

As the foremost expert under heaven, Zhao Wuxiu had chosen to protect the royal family because he had tightly bound his own Dao with the royal family’s fortune.

With the royal fortunes of the Zhou family, Zhao Wuxiu had entered the Heavenly Human Realm, becoming the foremost under heaven.

But this also bound him.

Should the royal family decline, Zhao Wuxiu’s cultivation would certainly plummet.

Unless he successfully steps into the Heavenly Gate.

"The brightness of the moon is not without clouds covering it; the lightness of the clouds is not without the moon reflecting them."

Zhou Chang looked towards the distant sky, sighing softly, "To comfort each other may not be better than forgetting each other in Jianghu."

The old supervisor moved his lips slightly, murmuring in a low voice, "He may not necessarily enter the Heavenly Gate."

Zhou Chang merely smiled faintly, seeing Zhao Wuxiu returning to the Imperial Mausoleum, his gaze once again fell on the grand formation at the heavenly observatory, changing the topic: "This wedding mishap has actually been a great help to us. Ran Qingchen’s state of mind being disturbed hastens the Asura Queen’s possession."

The old supervisor, however, looked worried: "It’s hard to say if it’s a good thing."

Their plan was simple.

Long ago, using the Heartless Sword core left by Jiang Wan, they tampered with Ran Qingchen, allowing the blood energy from the massacre at Qingzhou to be infused into her body.

This blood energy, under special formation refinement, could transform into a poison called "Blood Lock."

The previous dynasty almost eradicated the Asura Clan using the "Blood Lock."

That is to say, Ran Qingchen’s body already harbored the "Blood Lock."

Once the Asura Queen successfully takes possession of Ran Qingchen, the heavenly observatory could then use it to firmly control her.

The Asura Queen was different from others.

All those controllable forbidden techniques were useless, only the ’Blood Lock’, refined from the blood of tens of thousands, could completely control her.

Although the plan was meticulous, it still exhibited numerous flaws.

For instance, He Benquan’s appearance caused the Asura Queen to break free from her restraints prematurely, allowing part of the blood energy that had not yet transformed into Blood Lock to directly enter Ran Qingchen’s body.

For instance, people like Jiang Shouzhong saved many survivors, and so on.

But no matter what, the plan was barely completed.

They were now just waiting for the Asura Queen, bit by bit, to manipulate and destroy Ran Qingchen’s state of mind, to replace her.

Based on estimations, they had to wait about two months.

However, today’s wedding dramatically disturbed Ran Qingchen’s state of mind, significantly accelerating the pace of the Asura Queen’s possession.

From the formation observations on the "Blood Lock" at the heavenly observatory, one-third of the possession process had already been achieved.

At this rate, it would take at most one month.

Logically speaking, this should be beneficial for the heavenly observatory, but the old supervisor found it peculiar.

Even if Ran Qingchen’s state of mind was perturbed, she should not have been manipulated by the Asura Queen so quickly.

This defied common sense.

But the old supervisor could not determine if this was good or bad, and was quite troubled for a time.

The Emperor, however, had great confidence in his own plans, laughing as he said:

"I do not believe that the heavens will not stand on my side. I was thwarted by Ye Zhuchan once before, but it will not happen a second time!"

...

The battle over Huailan Lake was not as fierce as anticipated.

Above the lake water, only a monk stood.

More precisely, a young novice monk.

The young monk had a clear and handsome face, red lips and white teeth, and wore an overly large monk’s robe along with a kasaya that had several patches, evidently wearing an adult’s clothes.

What was most peculiar was that beside his ear, he wore a very common little flower.

"Amitabha, this humble monk, Wu Qing, greets Mr. Yan."

The young monk’s voice was clear and crisp as he respectfully bowed.

Yan Changqing squinted and sized him up, then said with a smile: "Unfeeling? At such a young age, not understanding love, how could you be unfeeling?"

The young monk shook his head and said: "Mr. Yan, it’s the ’qing’ of fine weather."

"Ah, that ’qing’."

Yan Changqing suddenly realized.

He glanced at Wuchan Temple and scoffed, "Those monks are afraid of dying, so they sent a little kid like you. What? You think I, Yan Changqing, wouldn’t kill a child?"

Wu Qing, the young monk, said in a youthful, serious voice:

"If the Sword Demon is indeed a demon, since he is a demon, how could he be compassionate and lenient? I am not here to impede you; I merely wish to ask Mr. Yan a question."