Legend of the Ruler Sword
53. Everything Has Changed.

•jianling, one year later.

The prosperity that was once owned by the Han empire is now slowly receding, the Han emperor who one year ago was still fresh fit even ready to sleep 3 concubines at once in one bed, now lying helpless. His body was already skin and bones, the healer himself did not find a definite disease that made the emperor could be that bad.

The current crown prince Han Qiu Yue had indeed not ascended the throne but he had already made many changes in the palace government. As long as there were already many prime ministers he fired, Qiu Yue raised the taxes and did many other oddities.

Of course it makes many people want to rebel, small communities are getting oppressed because of it.

Currently Qiu Yue was already wearing an all-black robe, entering the dark alleys with one hand carrying a torch as illumination. After arriving at the place he was heading to Qiu Yue put down the torch then saluted.

"Honor to the great demon god, does the demon god have anything I need to help so ask me to come?"

"I need 20 virgins, can you give them to me?"

Without a doubt Qiu Yue nodded, "Can, later tonight too I will get it for the demon god."

"Good," said the demon god as he straightened the thick red liquid.

"But I also asked the demon god for help."

"What's that?"

"I want to sit down in the imperial seat immediately."

"Didn't I make your father that can't do anything? Then ... You want your father to die quickly, so you have a legitimate throne?"

All along what made Emperor Han sick was the demon god, naturally it was a request from Qiu Yue. He did not want to dirty his own hands because giving poison or other things was very easy to get caught.

Whereas by asking for the help of a demon god himself could make the emperor sick so badly in such a short time. I don't know what way the demon god used it.

"Yes, as soon as possible."

This father-son relationship was indeed not very good, the Han emperor was a person who was busy taking care of the empire but was actually arrogant towards his family. Actually, not only against Bai An who was a child was indeed wanted by the king as his successor, but against his other children as well as that.

"You don't care about father and son."

"It wasn't me, but my own father taught me not to care about anyone."

A slanted smile was imprinted on Qiu Yue's lips, right now all he had was the imperial throne and became the number one person.

"Alright, it's better if you're really emperor now."

***

Spring...

Spring...

A large stone now managed to break into small grains just because of a sabre.

Applause came from a girl who had witnessed the action, a smile as bright as the eyes of the day was also the girl.

"You're so great!"

Yuan simply responded to the compliment with a smile.

In the past year he has managed to Yuan has managed to reach level 11 with the jiewei stage which is the last stage. Currently Yuan was a swordsman with a cultivation level equal to that of a master-master.

If those masters took up to tens of years to raise cultivation to that level but Yuan only needed a short time for that. He was really enterprising at training his cultivation and fortunately his body could also compensate him.

"But this is still not enough to counterbalance the zhenxin sword."

"What do you mean not enough? You're already at a very high level Yuan."

"But it has to be higher if it wants to fuse the energy with the zhenxin sword."

The girl nodded, "But maybe it will be difficult, look at all this time no one has been able to break through the 12th level of the god."

"I'll break through that level Luo Li, as hard as anything."

"Well, I'll see you become the first person to break through level 12."

The girl named Luo Li brandished her two thumbs, ever since Yuan's arrival to Gao master's residence Luo Li became even more spirited.

Either why Yuan is like giving a lot of good influence while here.

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