The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 503 - 315 Feng Jiwu

Chapter 503: Chapter 315 Feng Jiwu

At that moment, inside the Taihe Palace, many officials were discussing the future Emperor’s name.

To be honest, the name Feng Jiu was too common. The practice of naming with numbers was generally limited to some peripheral regions.

Northern Zhou was a place where literary culture flourished; even ordinary folks wouldn’t casually choose names. Although, sometimes some names were even less thought-out than "Ada" or "Ajiu"...

Regardless, as an Emperor of a dynasty, his name absolutely couldn’t be just "Jiu."

At that time, Feng Jiu was also having a headache.

Although he had never been too satisfied with this name, he had gotten used to it after so many years. Sometimes, thinking about his name even had a motivating effect.

But as an Emperor, the name had to be changed.

However, some of the names proposed by the officials were a bit bizarre.

Names like Feng Aotian, Feng Aoshi, and Feng Tiantian didn’t quite satisfy Feng Jiu.

"How about calling him Feng Jiwu?"

Suddenly, a stranger’s voice interrupted and attracted everyone’s attention.

"Daoist Qingyu."

"Greetings, Daoist Qingyu."

Several officials respectfully greeted the white-haired Daoist.

There was no helping it, many among them had families with remarkable strength, some even had True Pill Realm experts. But after this visit from Daoist Qingyu, they had obediently pledged allegiance to Feng Jiu.

Several people present had been afflicted with Qingyu’s "Black Sky Tribulation;" they truly dared not offend this mysterious Daoist.

"Cough cough," Feng Jiu coughed twice and said, "My lords, the director of the Qintian Observatory, Su Shiyun, was murdered a few months back. Great Zhou cannot be without someone to oversee the Qintian Observatory. Therefore, I will ask Daoist Qingyu to take up the position of director."

"Your Highness is wise!" the Hundred Officials chorused.

"Alright," Feng Jiu waved his hand, "Let’s continue with the earlier topic. What name did Daoist Qingyu mention just now?"

"Feng Jiwu." Qingyu repeated with a smile.

"The name given by one’s parents should not be arbitrarily changed, but to leave it unchanged is also inappropriate. Therefore, in my humble opinion, why not add a word and name him ’Jiwu.’ Your Highness is about to ascend to the throne, and this name would be quite fitting."

"Jiwu..." Feng Jiu murmured.

"Alright, it shall be Jiwu. From now on, I shall be known as Feng Jiwu."

"Congratulations, Your Highness," the officials congratulated him once again.

Shortly after the congratulations, Qingyu spoke again, "The renaming comes at a propitious time. Today, I am here for the Northern Zhou Dragon Vein."

"Oh? Please tell us more," said Feng Jiwu, eager to know.

"In March this year, during the great battle in the Divine Capital, the Dragon Vein was severed by the Evil Weapon, the Heavenly Cluster Cloud Sword wielded by a man from Japan, causing the late Emperor to fall deathly ill and be manipulated by traitors, leading to the Emperor’s demise. Thus, after much contemplation, I devised a method to seal and repair the Dragon Vein."

Qingyu walked to the door of the Taihe Palace, raised his hand pointing to a spot sixty yards in front of the palace, saying, "Using the center of the Imperial City as the base, build a sixty-six-yard-high Heavenly Giant Statue. It will draw in the Heavenly Spirit’s energy from above and stabilize the Earth’s Dragon Veins below. This Heavenly Spirit’s energy will nourish the Dragon Vein, and also strengthen the seal, making it an infallible plan."

Of course, just building an ordinary statue wouldn’t be effective; the arrangement of the Array and the construction of geomantic array are extremely important.

But those technical details, these officials wouldn’t understand, and Qingyu didn’t want to waste words explaining.

"That’s wonderful, Daoist Qingyu truly is an unmatched expert," they praised again.

See, they didn’t need to understand; they just needed to agree with what Qingyu said.

"Then we shall proceed as Daoist Qingyu suggests. In five days, work will begin. But now, let’s proceed with preparations for the coronation," Feng Jiwu decreed.

"Yes, Your Highness."

In Daqian, within Heavenly Capital, inside the Six Gates Headquarters.

Many might not expect that the Six Gates, feared from the highest ranks of the court to the lowest tiers of worldly society, would have an elegant garden at its core.

Lush trees, dazzling flowers, a mountain and a stream, every plant and tree were worth appreciating. Outsiders, even some lower ranking constables, would never imagine such a strange sight in this solemn and solemn place within Six Gates.

In this elegant garden was a mild-mannered man with a saber, reading a letter aloud to a young man lounging lazily on a bamboo chair.

"Yesterday, the Ninth Prince of Northern Zhou, Feng Jiu, renamed himself Feng Jiwu and ascended the throne, appointing Miss Si Qingwei of the Si Family as the Empress. As soon as Feng Jiwu assumed the throne, he gathered craftsmen and Taoists to construct a sixty-six-yard-high Heavenly Giant Statue to stabilize the Northern Zhou Dragon Vein and attract heavenly spiritual energy to nurture the Earth Dragon Vein..."

The man slowly finished reading the report sent by his subordinates and placed the letter back in the envelope, silently standing aside.

"The intelligence from Northern Zhou is slow," said the young man on the bamboo chair, eyes closed, slightly swaying.

Emperor’s coronation affairs should have been handled a few days earlier, but the intelligence from that side only reached the Six Gates Headquarters after Feng Jiwu’s coronation. This was not just slow; it was a complete delay.

"The situation in Northern Zhou has become increasingly complex since that person established himself there. After the former Divine Constable Meng Wuchang was killed, that person began to clear out Six Gates’ intelligence points in Northern Zhou. That person is extremely skilled in spirit secret techniques. Once an intelligence personnel is captured by them, it’s almost certain that the information has leaked.

That’s been the fate of our intelligence points in Northern Zhou, disappearing step by step," Bu Lengchuan said quietly, clenching his fists, but still spoke in a very calm tone.

"Bu, you must keep your hatred buried in your heart, not on your face."

The young man in the chair seemed about the same age as Bu Lengchuan but spoke in an old-sounding instructive tone.

"I understand, sir," Bu Lengchuan bowed his head.

"Advancing in martial arts is extremely important to maintaining mental state. If you cannot control your own hatred and fail to get revenge, that’s your own affair," the young man shook his head in a sigh.

"Let’s talk business. Northern Zhou is now a whirlpool, and Six Gates also has to deal with the Shadow King’s frequent trivial maneuvers. For the time being, let’s not send more people to Northern Zhou. Have the remaining undercover agents keep a close eye on the situation in Northern Zhou and be ready at any time," the young man ordered.

"But sir, about the situation in Northern Zhou..."

"The matter concerning the Shadow King is the priority. Only with Daqian stabilized can Six Gates spare efforts to resolve other issues. Remember this," the young man said as he opened his eyes.