strokinit Chapter 137 The Secret of Bamboo
Chapter 137 The Secret of Bamboo
Click to begin the wondrous journey of "Joy of Life: Ye Qingmei, the birth mother, raised by Li Yunrui".
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the divine power you displayed today has been earth-shattering. The annihilation of the envoys from the temple is truly an unprecedented feat. However..."
The power of the temple, passed down through the ages, is so profound and its foundation so terrifying that it is likely far beyond the comprehension of us mortals. Behind it, there may even be more terrifying and ancient beings. The temple has suffered such a great loss today; it will certainly not let this go unpunished and will undoubtedly send even stronger forces to retaliate. Your Majesty must take full precautions!
His words echoed the sentiments of everyone present who was still conscious. Ye Tian was strong, but the Temple—that was a legendary entity that oversaw the entire world!
Upon hearing this, the fear that had just eased due to Ye Tian's divine power was replaced by deeper worry on Fan Xian, Haitang Duoduo, and the others' faces.
However, upon hearing Ku He's words, Ye Tian revealed a cold yet domineering smile.
He slowly swept his gaze across the crowd in the hall, his voice calm, yet carrying an unparalleled majesty and confidence that could eclipse the heavens and earth:
"On guard? Heh."
He chuckled softly, a laugh filled with utter contempt for the so-called "temple".
"A bunch of cowardly clowns who only know how to hide their true colors, calling themselves gods, but in reality they're nothing more than clowns who possess some outdated technology and have long been rendered obsolete by the times. Since they dare to extend their claws before me today, their demise is already sealed!"
Ye Tian's eyes flashed with chilling purple lightning. The terrifying aura of a "terrestrial celestial being" around him was released once again without reservation, perfectly merging with the "unrivaled imperial pressure" and the "true dragon emperor's fortune" to form a terrifying aura that made all things submit to it!
"If they dare to come again, I wouldn't mind personally making a trip to their so-called 'temple'."
"Let's wipe out their stronghold too! Let them know who really calls the shots in this world!"
He paused, his gaze sharp as the razor's edge.
His gaze swept across each face, each word spoken with resounding conviction:
"You need not worry unnecessarily. With me here, this mere temple cannot cause any trouble!"
If it behaves itself, I might allow it to prolong its existence for a few more days. But if it is oblivious to its fate and dares to provoke me again…
Ye Tian's lips curled into a cruel smile: "I will make it disappear from this world completely!"
"boom--!!!"
Upon hearing this, everyone in the entire hall, whether they were the newly surrendered Northern Qi rulers and ministers or Fan Xian, Wu Zhu, and others beside Ye Tian, were once again completely shocked by Ye Tian's domineering and arrogant declaration!
They're not even afraid of the temple?! They even intend to turn around and destroy the temple's stronghold?!
This is beyond what can be described simply as "powerful" or "monstrous"! This is true, utterly lawless! Utterly supreme!
Looking at the young emperor, who was only fourteen years old but already exuded an air of dominance over the world and regarded gods as worthless, they felt nothing but fear and worship.
They knew that from this moment forward, the world's格局 (geju, meaning structure or pattern) would change.
And in the future.
The rules of this world will be completely changed because of this boy's existence!
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As the extreme fear and shock caused by Ye Tian's "Azure Dragon in One Sleeve" subsided slightly inside the main hall, and everyone was still immersed in the lingering fear that felt as if their souls had been crushed, Ye Tian had already returned to his usual calm.
His gaze calmly swept over the surrendered officials and palace servants of Northern Qi, some lying on the ground, others trembling, and the various expressions on Fan Xian, Si Lili, and the others. He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable authority:
"Everyone, please step down."
These words were like a pardon. The surrendered officials of Northern Qi, feeling as if granted a pardon, scrambled out of the hellish hall that they would never forget.
"Master Kuhe, Zhan Doudou, you may rest in the side hall for now. I will discuss with you the future affairs of the Great Qin Dynasty and the arrangements for you later." Ye Tian looked at the distraught last emperor and his ministers of Northern Qi, his tone indifferent.
Master Kuhe had long lost the demeanor of a grandmaster. He was like an ordinary, dying old monk. Supported by two eunuchs, he tremblingly bowed to Ye Tian and replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes, Your Majesty's decree." He then retreated together with Zhan Doudou, who was equally distraught and being supported by palace maids.
"Xiao Xian," Ye Tian turned to Fan Xian again, seeing that he was still pale and his eyes still held lingering fear, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, "You should go and rest too. Today's events must have had a significant impact on you. Take some time to calm down, and you should be able to figure some things out."
Fan Xian opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat incredibly dry, unable to utter a single word. He looked at Ye Tian, his eyes filled with awe, fear, and a complex emotion he couldn't quite describe, as if he were looking up to a god. In the end, he simply nodded silently and retreated dejectedly.
As for the newly added beauties Si Lili, Haitang Duoduo, Sang Wen, and Shen Wan'er, Ye Tian simply waved his hand casually: "You may all return to your rooms. Without my order, you are not allowed to move around at will."
Upon hearing this, the four women trembled slightly, bowed in agreement, and retreated hastily. Each of them looked at Ye Tian with a gaze filled with fervent adoration and a hint of humble deference, a desire to get closer yet a reluctance to overstep boundaries.
Soon, only Ye Tian and Wu Zhu remained in the vast Purple Extreme Hall.
Ye Tian walked to the dragon throne, but did not sit down. Instead, he turned around and looked at Wu Zhu with gentle eyes: "Uncle Wu Zhu."
Wu Zhu's face, covered by a black cloth, was facing Ye Tian. Although Ye Tian couldn't see his expression, he could sense that Wu Zhu's "internal data flow" was probably not calm at the moment.
"Uncle Wuzhu, you've always wanted to know why your memories keep disappearing for no reason, why you can't remember many things about my mother, Ye Qingmei, and even who you yourself are, you often feel confused and lost, right?" Ye Tian's voice carried a soothing power.
Wu Zhu remained silent for a moment before his unique synthesized voice slowly rang out, still as flat as ever, but seemingly with a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation: "Yes. Memory, data missing. Unable to retrieve."
"All of this was orchestrated by the Temple behind the scenes." Ye Tian calmly revealed this cruel truth. "Uncle Wuzhu, you are not an ordinary person, but the Temple's most outstanding guardian and executor, or rather, their sharpest and most obedient 'tool'."
Upon hearing the word "tools," Wu Zhu's grip on the iron shovel seemed to tighten slightly.
Ye Tian continued, "The main reason you frequently suffer from amnesia is that the temple periodically performs forced 'formatting' or selective 'data deletion' on your memory storage system."
In other words, they treat you like a cold machine, arbitrarily clearing your 'memory cache' and erasing your 'history,' ensuring you always remain as pure and controllable as if you were in 'factory settings.'
"Their purpose in doing this is twofold. First, to ensure that as a temple messenger, you won't be influenced by any past emotions or memories when carrying out certain 'missions' they assign, thus guaranteeing the absolute completion of the missions." A cold glint flashed in Ye Tian's eyes. "Second, and most importantly, it's to prevent you from retaining any connection with my mother, Ye Qingmei."
And, crucial memories related to me and Fan Xian—whom they see as unstable "variables." They fear that you, because of your bond with us, will disobey the temple's orders, and even, conversely, become a force against them.