After His Demise, the Demon Lord's Doted Canary Finally Sees the Light - Chapter 98

Rushing into the imperial palace, Prince Mu  and Qiu Fuxue  realized that the guard had only told them half the story.

The emperor had indeed been attacked, but he was unharmed, merely a little shaken. The assassin had already been captured.

The emperor had summoned Prince Mu to his bedchamber, and Qiu Fuxue, being an unidentified person, could only wait outside.

However, when Prince Mu entered the chamber, he found Qiu Fuxue already standing by the emperor’s bed, chatting with him.

…Of course, mortal guards can’t stop him.

“Your younger brother pays his respects to the emperor.”

Prince Mu bowed and went to the imperial bed. He saw that his brother showed no signs of being startled. He was just lying on the bed for show, probably to put on an act for his ministers.

Since they were all trusted people, Mo Ziwang  stopped pretending. He put on his outer robe and sat up, showing a hint of his imperial authority. “Ziyan, why didn’t you tell me earlier that you knew Sect Leader Qiu?”

He had only just met Qiu Fuxue in this life.

Prince Mu’s tone softened. He didn’t know what Qiu Fuxue had told the emperor and didn’t dare to speak out of turn.

Qiu Fuxue, sensing that the emperor was a man of deep cunning, took the initiative to clear the air to avoid trouble for Prince Mu. “I have not been out of seclusion for long, and I’ve only known His Highness Prince Mu for a few days. He probably just didn’t have time to report it to Your Majesty.”

This explanation cleared away some of the emperor’s suspicions. He continued the topic from before. “Sect Leader Qiu, did you make a special trip to the palace just to get the statue of the Primordial God  that I have enshrined?”

“Yes,” Qiu Fuxue answered sincerely. “The Qianshan Sect has always wanted to welcome the God back from the celestial realm, but we have lacked a suitable vessel.”

“The ancient Primordial God statue was destroyed, and for thousands of years, there has not been a single statue in the mortal world. But Your Majesty had one carved and enshrined right after ascending to the throne. I believe this must be the God’s own choice.”

“Hmph.” Mo Ziwang’s lips curled into a cold smile. His eyes were sharp. “I never allowed this to be publicly announced. How did an Immortal Lord find out that a divine statue is in the palace?”

“There are no secrets in this world,” Qiu Fuxue answered expressionlessly. “What’s more, a small piece of information like this is no problem for the Qianshan Sect.”

Sometimes, honesty can be more convincing than hiding things.

Imperial power and immortal sects were never enemies; they complemented each other.

Qiu Fuxue showed Mo Ziwang his strength, and the emperor was happy to bring the Qianshan Sect to his side. Compared to the small sects guarding the imperial capital, Immortal Lord Fuxue was clearly a better choice.

After having Prince Mu make an excuse for him to the ministers, Mo Ziwang secretly snuck out of the bedchamber and took Qiu Fuxue to see the statue of the Primordial God.

The facial features of the stone statue were only a six or seven-tenths match, but after years of the emperor’s devout worship, it was good enough.

“The night before I ascended the throne, I saw this God in a dream. Although he didn’t say a word, I just felt that he could bring fortune.”

So, as soon as Mo Ziwang ascended the throne, he ordered artisans to quickly carve the stone statue.

Qiu Fuxue sent a message to his sect to have a few reliable people come and escort the statue. He then kindly warned him, “Your Majesty, in the future, it’s best to be wary of gods of unknown origin appearing in your dreams.”

For him to casually have a statue carved was fortunate that it was the Primordial God. If he had encountered an evil being, he might have lost his entire kingdom.

Mo Ziwang raised his chin slightly, pridefully saying, “I am not afraid.”

This defiant look reminded Qiu Fuxue of Jiufang Cangze (九方蒼澤).

He, too, was unafraid of anything, even the prospect of his soul being utterly extinguished.

Mo Ziwang didn’t notice Qiu Fuxue’s sadness. His mood was excellent from gaining the leader of the immortal sects as an ally, so he gave the other man another piece of information.

“Sect Leader Qiu, I believe I have seen the assassin who entered the palace today on one of your immortal sect’s wanted posters.”

These words indeed sparked the other’s alertness. “Jie Qiao?”

His tone was suspicious. In the last hundred years, the immortal sects had only issued one wanted poster, but with Jie Qiao’s skills, there was no reason for him to risk assassinating the emperor, and he wouldn’t have been caught so easily.

Mo Ziwang understood his doubt. “I also thought the assassin was too skilled to be him, but after searching the entire palace, the only suspicious person we found was Jie Qiao. When we caught him, he was hiding on a rooftop, with injuries and the murder weapon in his hand.”

“Where is he?”

Qiu Fuxue’s fists, which were by his side, clenched. It no longer mattered how the man was captured. Qiu Fuxue now only wanted to grind Jie Qiao into a million pieces to avenge him.

“He’s in the dungeon. If it’s convenient for Sect Leader Qiu, you can take him back to the Qianshan Sect along with the divine statue.”

Qiu Fuxue’s lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyes burning with anger. “No need. I will personally escort him.”

A major event happened at the Qianshan Sect today.

After a hundred years, the Spirit Extermination Platform (滅靈臺) was being reactivated.

Even after capturing Jie Qiao, Qiu Fuxue’s mood still seemed terrible. As he passed the foot of the mountain, disciples who saw him tried to hide.

Those who couldn’t hide were out of luck.

A worker in the cleansing hall had died. Two disciples were carrying a stretcher and happened to run into Sect Leader Qiu on his way back.

“Greetings, Sect Leader.”

The two disciples lowered their heads. Because they were carrying the stretcher, they couldn’t bow properly.

Qiu Fuxue gave a soft “hmm.” He glanced at the white cloth covering the body and casually asked, “Who is this?”

Most people who worked in the cleansing hall had either made a grave mistake or had been released from prison. Here, they were given food and shelter, and to die of old age was the best outcome.

The two disciples had only recently arrived and weren’t very familiar with the deceased. After thinking for a long time, one of them said, “I think his name was… Du Xiaoshuang (度曉霜)?”

Qiu Fuxue’s pupils trembled almost imperceptibly.

Yes, it has been a hundred years. Even a demon like Du Xiaoshuang should have grown old and died in this place where spiritual energy gathered.

He waved his hand, telling the two disciples to leave. On his way back up the mountain, Qiu Fuxue suddenly remembered the first time he had seen Du Xiaoshuang.

A delicate and charming boy was nestled in the Demon Lord’s embrace, believing he had found his lifelong support, but in the end, he was simply buried under a white cloth and a straw mat.

His already gloomy mood plummeted. After returning to the sect, Qiu Fuxue immediately summoned representatives from the other sects to gather at the Spirit Extermination Platform in one hour to carry out the extreme punishment on Jie Qiao.

One hour. It was a brutal and inhuman request. Li Yun had wanted to give them more time, but after seeing his Senior Brother’s dark face, he wisely kept his mouth shut.

It proved that potential is squeezed out under pressure.

Under Sect Leader Qiu’s strict demand, most of the sect representatives arrived within the hour, though they were all breathless.

Close to two hours later, Li Yun silently lit an incense for the few who had just arrived in a hurry.

Fortunately, Qiu Fuxue didn’t actually pursue it. Now that everyone was here, the punishment could begin.

Jie Qiao was tied to the Spirit Extermination Platform, crying and screaming.

Qiu Fuxue flew in front of him, his bloodshot eyes glaring. “Jie Qiao, when you colluded with Ye Chu to harm him, did you ever think this day would come?”

Jie Qiao knelt on the ground and wailed, but he couldn’t break free from the chains. “Sect Leader Qiu! Please let me go! Even without me, you were going to destroy the Moon Shadow Wall… he wouldn’t have lived long anyway!”

Qiu Fuxue knew this better than anyone, but he was in denial. He just wanted to enjoy his hard-won love for a little longer, but Jie Qiao had accelerated the end of his beautiful dream.

His deep-seated hatred needed an outlet.

He stabbed with his sword, imbued with spiritual power. Jie Qiao screamed, and his eyes instantly went blind.

Just then, a strange noise and a commotion suddenly erupted from below the Spirit Extermination Platform.