The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 560 - 56 - s, New Year’s Eve

Chapter 560: 56 Chapters, New Year’s Eve

The people of the Zen Sect could only secretly assist those from the Three Temples, as overt support was impossible.

After all, this time, the Three Temples truly had no justification. How could interference in imperial authority be taken lightly? If the Zen Sect were to openly show support, the Mountain River Academy wouldn’t mind getting involved in a serious confrontation.

Thus, the clearance operation proceeded smoothly. The Huoyu Army and Blood Robe Building worked hand in hand, relentlessly hunting down the monks, few of whom managed to escape.

Within just a few days, the sweep was over. Although some monks did escape, and Daqian was unable to intervene, from then on, Xinyi Temple, Guangwen Temple, and Yunkai Temple were erased from the records.

Time passed, and soon the New Year approached.

With the burst of a firecracker, the celebrations for the New Year were fully underway.

On New Year’s Eve, the sky above the Imperial City was vivid with myriad explosions of color.

At this time of the year, as the Emperor, it was customary to first celebrate with the Hundred Officials and then with family members for a reunion feast.

However, the family banquet after the officials’ feast was unusually somber.

Not that anyone was unwilling to come. In fact, even Feng Qiwu had been invited by Feng Jiwu. Yet, even so, the atmosphere at the family banquet starkly contrasted with the dazzling displays in the sky.

Among the Imperial Family members present, only a handful remained. Furthermore, with Feng Mingxiao’s perpetually cold demeanor and silence, it was difficult to enliven the atmosphere.

Soon after the feast had started, Feng Jiwu made an excuse to leave, giving the banquet over to those who could truly enjoy the reunion.

The night breeze was gentle, and Feng Jiwu ascended to the Linfeng Pavilion next to the banquet hall in the Great Ming Hall, gazing silently at the distant Heavenly Giant Statue.

Soft footsteps approached, and a fur cloak was draped over Feng Jiwu’s shoulders, "Your Majesty, it’s deep into the night, please don’t catch a cold."

This caring statement warmed Feng Jiwu’s heart. Turning around to embrace his beloved, he smiled, "If I could catch a cold, then no one in the world would be healthy."

Practicing the Extreme Fire technique, with the body of a phoenix, it would be odd for him to feel cold.

"It’s you though, your constitution is not suited for being out in the cold night." Feng Jiwu slowly emitted True Qi to dissipate the chill.

Si Qingwei was five months pregnant, her belly visibly larger. Her body couldn’t withstand the cold now.

"Your Majesty, why not use this opportunity to mend relations with the Great Princess and other princesses?" Si Qingwei leaned into Feng Jiwu’s embrace, suggesting.

"Mend relations?" Feng Jiwu chuckled, "Qingwei, you might be mistaken. There was never a good relationship to begin with, so what’s there to mend?"

As a son of a palace maid, Feng Jiwu had little contact with these so-called relatives from a young age, and even less of a familial bond.

"They have never been my relatives..." Rarely revealing his true feelings, Feng Jiwu now spoke of himself as "I" instead of using the imperial "We".

"Your Majesty, were you looking at Daoist Qingyu?" Si Qingwei suddenly asked.

"Oh?" Feng Jiwu looked at Si Qingwei in surprise, "You noticed?"

"You have been staring at that Heavenly Giant Statue all along!" Si Qingwei blinked playfully, "Is Daoist Qingyu really inside that statue? It’s been a month and a half, does the Daoist not eat or drink?"

"That’s the benefit of martial arts training," Feng Jiwu smiled, "Qingyu has always been pursuing the peak of Martial Arts. He says that Martial Arts cultivation is a transformation, a process from mortals towards immortal gods. At realms like the True Pill Realm, known as ’Land Immortals,’ some Elixirs are enough to satisfy daily needs, along with absorbing Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, and thus there’s no need for food."

"That’s really impressive!"

"Yes..."

Seeing her husband open up and speak freely, Si Qingwei’s lips curled into a smile of contentment.

As the young lady of the Si Family, even though she wasn’t very adept in Martial Arts, she was well aware of the various Martial Arts realms. Si Qingwei knew of course that True Pill Realm martial artists did not need to eat, but she pretended ignorance to let Feng Jiwu explain himself.

As Feng Jiwu became more animated in his discussion, Si Qingwei smiled again, "Your Majesty and Daoist Qingyu seem to share a close relationship, I can tell from the way you speak of him."

"Is that so?" Feng Jiwu thought for a moment, realizing it was true.

Being a former scholar, his knowledge of Martial Arts had primarily come from Qingyu, so it was no surprise that he often spoke of Qingyu’s teachings.

"That’s right, I’m almost jealous now." Si Qingwei said.

’Close relationship? You haven’t seen how I suffered under his grueling training.’ Feng Jiwu looked at the naive woman in his arms, thinking to himself.

But upon reflection, given the current circumstances, it really did seem like a close relationship.

As the sole Tribulation Slave of Qingyu, Feng Jiwu’s mind and spirit had long been fiercely loyal to Qingyu. As Qingyu’s realm became ever more profound, even Feng Jiwu’s temperament was aligning with Qingyu’s.

As before, when Feng Qiwu noticed Feng Jiwu’s aloof, merciless nature, much like his own if he had seen Qingyu’s true persona, he would understand how similar their mental states were.

Moreover, when the Heavenly Giant Statue was activated, Qingyu directly communicated with Feng Jiwu’s mind, making his mindset completely align with his own.

Under such manipulation, how could Feng Jiwu be anything but loyal?

"Your Majesty regards Daoist Qingyu as family, don’t you?" Si Qingwei continued to inquire.

"Perhaps."

After all, it was Qingyu who had supported his ascent to the throne. Without Qingyu, Feng Jiwu’s life would have remained one of cynical obscurity, and he might have been sacrificed by Feng Tianming months ago.

Thus, Feng Jiwu harbored deep gratitude towards Qingyu in his heart.

"I will also be your family," Si Qingwei squinted her eyes comfortably resting against Feng Jiwu’s chest.

Family?

Feng Jiwu looked at the blissful woman in his arms. Ever since their previous heartfelt exchange, this former Si family young lady had truly given her heart to Feng Jiwu.

’No wonder Qingyu said that XX is the shortest route to a woman’s heart.’ Feng Jiwu silently reflected.

(Qingyu: I didn’t say that.)

Together, the couple nestled against each other, watching the splendid fireworks in the sky and the distant Heavenly Giant Statue.

"Tsk tsk, such a big dose of public affection," inside the Heavenly Giant Statue, sensing the strong emotions from afar, Qingyu propped his chin with his hand, helplessly saying.

Just moments ago, he had awakened from a deep state of cultivation.

Don’t get it wrong, not because of their affection, but because of the system’s notification sound.

Just now, midnight had struck, bringing a new year, a new three months, a new round of draws. January marked three months since the last lottery, bringing a new chance for a random Character Card draw.

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