The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 548 - 44: Plotting Treason

Chapter 548: Chapter 44: Plotting Treason

Cold light burst forth, and the palace maids sent by the Empress Dowager did not even need to close in on Si Qingwei before the violently ejected claw shadows threatened to tear through the very place nurturing the unborn Prince or Princess.

"How insolent!"

Two delicate cries, the two palace maids who had been standing quietly to the side suddenly flashed in front of Si Qingwei. With slender arms undulating, a series of graceful and heavy hand shadows blocked and dissipated the claw attacks, reducing them to nothing.

"Divine Origin Realm? How is that possible!"

As assassins dispatched by the Empress Dowager, they knew the origins of the palace maids who had always served beside Si Qingwei like the back of their hands. These two maids were very ordinary girls from respectable families, who had no knowledge of Martial Arts when they entered the palace, and even after starting their training, it was impossible for them to reach the Divine Origin Realm.

But the reality was as such; although the two palace maids were a bit less powerful, they were indeed Martial Artists of the Divine Origin Realm.

After being blocked by the two maids, several more palace maids leaped from outside the hall. Each of them radiated an aura similar to that of the Divine Origin, and with several working together, they quickly subdued the assassin.

"Wow... so impressive!"

The six or seven palace maids cooperated seamlessly, capturing the assassin in an instant, and when they made their move, they did so with extreme grace and charm, turning what were seemingly just slightly more beautiful maids performing Martial Arts into a scene of marvelous beauty and allure. Upon witnessing this, Feng Chuhuan couldn’t help but whisper in awe.

Gently patting Feng Chuhuan’s small hand that was tightly grasping hers, Si Qingwei finally felt at ease. With such defense by her side, there was no need to worry. Judging by the way things had unfolded just now, Feng Chuhuan had truly let go of her resentments, and both matters of the heart were resolved. At this moment, Si Qingwei felt an unprecedented peace within.

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While the crisis within the harem had been resolved, the unveiling ceremony of the Heavenly Giant Statue in front of Taihe Palace officially commenced.

The sixty-six zhang tall majestic statue, made entirely of bronze, seemed like a Heavenly God descending to earth, indifferently overseeing the masses. At a glance, the giant statue seemed not like an inanimate object, but rather like a real titan.

Liu Maoxing and other dissidents looked at the giant statue, and whether it was an illusion or not, they felt an invisible sense of solidity pressing down on their hearts, causing some discomfort.

"Your Majesty, we can begin now," said the White-haired Taoist, who was supporting Qiuli, to the Emperor.

"Then let’s begin."

"Dong dong dong—"

Following his words, a robust drum beat echoed, and the White-haired Taoist with an immortal-like demeanor stepped towards the high platform in front of the statue.

"Dong!"

As his final step landed on the platform, the drum sound stopped with a single, unified strike.

Qing Yu lightly flicked his horsetail whisk, and his clear voice resonated in everyone’s ears: "············"

"Silence, you demon!" bellowed Lan Feihong, the Imperial Censor, as he suddenly jumped out.

"Lan Aiqing?" Emperor narrowed his eyes deeply, scrutinizing the Imperial Censor who seemed somewhat timid in the past.

Feeling the Emperor’s gaze upon him, Lan Feihong felt somewhat intimidated, but he ultimately gathered his courage and declared loudly, "Your Majesty, the Heavenly Giant Statue has exhausted the people’s resources, and the Qingyu Demon Path brings disaster upon the nation. These are the calamities of our Great Zhou. I implore Your Majesty to dismantle the Heavenly Giant Statue, execute the demon Qingyu, and restore a Peaceful World to our Great Zhou."

"I, Physician of Guanglu Temple, Liu Maoxing, second the motion."

"I, General Hu Wei, Hai Duanyin, second the motion."

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Once the vanguard had stepped forward, those following could not lag behind. One after another, officials and commanders eager to dethrone the Emperor joined the cause, echoing the motion in succession.

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But...

The numbers don’t add up.

Liu Maoxing looked around and immediately noticed that the number of people echoing the agreement was wrong. How could so many be missing?

Physician You Guanglu, Zhang Haishan, didn’t you claim to be unwaveringly loyal to the late Emperor and the Eighth Prince? Now it’s your turn to show loyalty, so step up.

And you, Junior Minister Jiang Liu of the Ministry of Rites, didn’t you also vow to risk your life and seek justice for the Eighth Prince? Now, the time has come.

And also...

There were really many, many more; they all agreed beforehand, but when it came to crunch time, they acted as if nothing had happened.

Especially that Physician You Guanglu, Zhang Haishan. Just over a month ago, he even drank oath-taking liquor with this old man at the Guest House at the foot of Datong Mountain, toasting to the great plan’s success. And now, he’s pretending to be a wooden figure.

Lord Zhang, what is the meaning of this? Mr. Liu Maoxing was furious.

Zhang Haishan didn’t even lift his eyelids as he said indifferently, "Mr. Liu, please forgive me. I am wholeheartedly loyal to His Majesty, and I am His Majesty’s spy."

"You..." Liu Maoxing pointed at the others who were not stepping forward to echo the support, "What about you all?"

"We are loyal to His Majesty, as evident as the sun and the moon," said everyone, as if they had rehearsed it together.

"You... you..." Liu Maoxing was truly beside himself with rage, his finger trembling as he pointed at these traitors who changed their faces on the battlefield.

Mr. Liu, Zhang Haishan sneered, "Even now, do you not realize you’re on death’s doorstep? Instead of blaming us, you would do well to beg His Majesty for mercy and give you a swift death."

You know, for the crime of rebellion, death by a thousand cuts or being cut in half at the waist are not excessive punishments. Though Mr. Liu was already one foot in the grave, he still couldn’t ignore the terrifying nature of death. He was afraid of dying, very afraid, and even more afraid of dying a terrible death.

However, it’s still too early to talk about death. Liu Maoxing sneered and said, "Do you really think you’ve got me cornered?"

Suddenly, this elderly gentleman put his fingers together like a sword and pointed at Feng Jiwu shouting, "Tyrant, you act in defiance of all that is right, you trust a demon path, heaven will surely punish you. Today, I shall impart the late Emperor’s lesson to you, the tyrant."

"Heaven will surely punish you? Mr. Liu, you’re not still thinking about toppling this giant statue, are you? Since all your schemes are within my sight, how could I allow you to act recklessly?" Feng Jiwu said, looking indifferently at the old man who was making a spirited argument.

"If heaven won’t punish you, I will. If the giant statue won’t fall, I’ll push it over. Feng Jiwu, today your defeat is certain." From a distance, a martial arts expert rushed over as fast as a shooting star, thundering along, his True Qi exploding in the sky.

"Who is this..."

"General Yi Qianshan?!"

"Wasn’t the Great General guarding the Kuocang Pass? How did he come here?"

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Seeing the newcomer, the ministers began to stir and discuss.

Mr. Yi, this is your second dereliction of duty.

Feng Jiwu seemed unsurprised by Yi Qianshan’s arrival and said indifferently, "The last time, I spared your life in consideration of your many years of service at the Kuocang Pass; you may not have earned merits, but you have certainly endured hardships. This time, having secretly left Kuocang Pass again, I think it is impossible not to kill you."

"Hmph, Feng Jiwu, go ahead and kill me," Yi Qianshan said, unconcerned, "The Cold Eunuch has been persuaded by the Empress Dowager, and has defected to our side. The head of the Imperial Guards is also loyal to us, and five thousand Imperial Guards have sealed the Imperial City. Feng Jiwu, you have sat on a throne that was not yours for a few months; now it is time to give it back."

PS: Well, it looks like there are only three updates again today. My typing speed has slowed down recently, perhaps because I am not in a good mood. I’ll start writing again tomorrow afternoon, striving for at least five Chapters, and hoping for six.

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