The Empress Of The Emperor

The Empress Of The Emperor
Cp 29 | Unexpected


His breathing began to sting, his clenched hands felt so cold. During this time in the world Han Mi had never been as angry as she was now.


Zhou Heng was speechless, every word Han Mi made was like a sword that pierced his heart.


Han Mi took a deep breath for a moment before deciding to talk back. To expose all his complaints that he had never issued to anyone.


“Do you know how my life is in the world?! I've even been through a lot of oppression, and you won't be able to imagine it! I was already grateful that I could die to be free from all that suffering ...,” shrewd Han Mi.


He slowly got up while holding his body which was painful due to Zhou Heng's strong urge earlier. His blue net continued to be fixed on the black bead in front of him.


His eyes with black irises made me remember that damn Zhun Qiang Duyi! inner Han Mi was upset. Slowly he tried to balance his body. Stand with your head slightly dizzy.


“I'm still awake, and don't want to get out of control more than this. Hwang Lien Tianba's strength cannot be underestimated, you must know what will happen if I get out of control.” Han Mi pointed towards Zhou Heng in annoyance, “and so! Better now you tell me the truth! A soul summoning ritual, I believe there is a great price to pay before or after. What did you use as payment?” han Mi asked as she stepped forward towards Zhou Heng.


The man was silent for a while, then sat down on a special wooden rod that was used as a chair in the Pavilion. His gaze was fixed on Han Mi who was still standing not far from him.


“Haaah .. well, your words have a point, and since this involves you too then I will tell you the truth.”


Without speaking, Han Mi sat down on a special log that was used to sit in the Pavilion. Sitting quietly while adjusting his breath which was still stung due to Zhou Heng's strong grip on his neck some time ago.


"I am someone who is the same as Lien, has magic power. However, this is different with him .. The magic power I obtained was a pact with the dark energy.”


“How about the ritual?” ask Han Mi quickly. He did not want to listen to where the man got his power from, all he wanted was information about the ritual that took the life of Hwang Lien Tianba.


He was suspicious that the huge payment would be related to the events in the Empire.


“I can't say ...,” Zhou Heng replied in a soft voice.


Han Mi's eyes flashed with anger. “Say,” command is cold, “I won't tell anyone," Han Mi continued.


Silent for a moment, Zhou Heng also looked a little hesitant. However, from the bottom of his heart, he felt he had to tell all the truth to the woman sitting opposite him at this moment.


Slowly Zhou Heng caught his breath. “The ritual is called Qianngzhu tuichu. The ritual of summoning the soul to occupy the body of the caller, and the soul of the owner of the body will be destroyed then replaced with the soul that has been called." Silent for a moment, the wind that blew made the two feel a little uncomfortable.


"Just like you said. To perform the ritual, there is a price to be paid and it is not cheap. As a requirement, I had to kill about 1000 people using a poisonous purple powder made from the poison dyes."


"The plant, which only grows on the hill of Shitti dui, is a hill of corpses not far from the Zhou mountains. This plant ... absolutely no one knows it except the dark magicians. The finished purple poison powder can store human aura as material to perform the ritual,” explained Zhou Heng at length who immediately made Han Mi flinch.


“A—what?!” The blue netra widened in surprise. He really did not believe, that the requirements were that big.


"You, ba—how can you do it?!" Han Mi pointed at Zhou Heng, then held onto her head which had suddenly become ill.


"Aaah .. Really, I've been dizzy with that damn Zhun Qiang Duyi. So what else?" His hand slowly massaged his head, "did you say this to Hwang Lien Tianba?" han Mi asked suspiciously.


"No. I can't say it. At that time he looked so frustrated, that I could only grant his request so that he would feel happy. To be honest .. I was very unwilling for him to perform the ritual," Zhou Heng explained.


His eyes are straight. Look at the view in the distance. Imagine a glimpse of the plight of the moment that managed to make his world collapse.


"Are—ssh!" Han Mi instantly clutched her head tightly, holding her body that was ducking down on the table. Pain like being hit by a hard object reappeared in his head.


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"I'm tired of all this, Shifu*. Please grant my last request. If Shifu really loved me, Shifu would have granted it. Right, right?"


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"A—ARGH," Han Mi erang as she continued to press her head. Feeling the pain slowly and steadily increasing.


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"I can see him, he who is in the world there. That man ... he would definitely be fit to replace this position of mine. His unfulfilled will, I'm sure, will become a reality in this world, even though it takes time and a process for the iceberg to melt slowly."


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"I've been willing to leave everything behind, Shifu. I've resigned to my circumstances. All of this was tiring, and also .. from the beginning I was destined to live this harsh reality."


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"I am a descendant of the Hei'n Clan. Kneeled clans who not only inherited the perfect gene in the form of a beautiful face. However, it is also a magic and martial technique that is capable. However, for some big families like my real father's family, Wei Xu Shan ...."


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"Fuqin*, he has an incredible power, and also a special body that can summon other souls to inhabit the body. However, in exchange our souls will disappear and our bodies will live on with the other souls we have summoned inhabiting the body."


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Han Mi who heard it instantly raised her hand towards the front, gesturing for the man to remain silent in his current place. "I'm nothing" said Han Mi who slowly started to straighten up.


Feel the pain that disappears with time. In fact, this time it felt even more pain than before, inner Han Mi.


The two natanya stared at the figure of the man who had now returned to sit in his original place. "My name is Jung Han Mi, please don't call hay-hey-hay-hey on. I'm tired of hearing it for a long time, too" said Han Mi.


"Hey, you know what? After that incident, there were some Generals who saw me appear in public. I thought they didn't recognize my face, but it was still the same as it was then. In the past, about 100 years ago, I had become a fugitive of the Zhun Empire for making one of its villages disappear" Zhou Heng said as if unconcerned with what Han Mi had said.


"Damn. I told you I have a name!" han Mi snorted while throwing a silver coin towards the man's head using full force. However, Zhou Heng easily dodged, and the coin darted far into a tree behind.


Zhou Heng did not look at all bothered by what Han Mi had done just now. He still looked relaxed and continued his story.


"I eliminated his village to take away all their life energy. You know what for? I definitely did so that I could break through to a higher level of strength. Witchcraft that uses dark energy requires more sacrifice than it looks. However, I didn't use my powers carelessly."


"I didn't even ask you to confide, but you're actually alone. Ckc ...." Han Mi could only shake her head slowly, then continue listening to the next story.


"Because of having been the one being targeted by the Empire, I ended up hiding in the old mountains that had never been touched by humans at all and that was in the Wen Empire. After that, I decided to name the mountain like my family name, Zhou, who then established a martial arts college in that place" continued Zhou Heng at length.


Han Mi refuted her chin using her right hand on the table.  His feet crossed with his comfort.


"So, that's where you met Hwang Lien Tianba huh .... Slowly I began to understand your story," said Han Mi, "but I didn't expect it to turn out that you were this chatty. Ah, my goodness." Han Mi scratched her itchy hair in annoyance.


Did I just tell him? inner Han Mi hesitated a little.


"What did you expect? I'm reticent? Sorry, my face has been like this since birth. Handsome and full of charisma." Zhou Heng brushed a little of his long bangs towards the back.


"Oh my God. One more thing, it turns out you have an unnatural level of confidence." With moderate strength, Han Mi patted the back of the man's hand that was being silent on the table.


"Aw! What's the matter with you?!" jolt Zhou Heng as he pulled his hand quickly, gently rubbing the back of the hand that looks reddened.


"You're it—"


"ZHOU HENG!" A shout from the direction of the Zihua Palace made Zhou Heng and Han Mi look towards the source of the sound.


"Oh no ...," muttered Han Mi. His eyes widened in surprise towards a single point in the distance.


Brak!


The wind is blowing strong. Han Mi immediately jumped up and stood towards the back. The sudden attack from the person was able to make the table in the Pavilion shatter instantly without being touched in the slightest.


Again, Han Mi was increasingly in disbelief staring at the scene in front of her at this moment. The black-gold hanfu-clad back she was very familiar with, managed to make Han Mi grip the barrier wood firmly.


"Finally you showed up in front of Zhen. Zhou Heng," quipped the great ruler. His hand opened the black folding fan painted with cherry blossoms that he grasped casually.


"really shocking. On a full night like this you show up uninvited. Zhun Qiang Duyi," Zhou Heng said as he laughed blandly.


He stepped back cautiously when he saw Emperor Zhun's sudden hand movements.


"Your inner .. you seem to be off guard for a moment." Slowly, Emperor Zhun walked casually around the table that had been destroyed. So did Zhou Heng who stepped back to avoid it.


Seeing the tension created, Han Mi could not even afford to get involved in it. The atmosphere turned gripping, coupled with the very low air temperature managed to make Han Mi's hair bristling.


This Devil is really in wrathful mode. His pressure and the dark aura emanating from him made me feel uneasy! inner Han Mi.


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Manuscript :


Jakarta, July 24, 2020.


Published :


Jakarta, October 09, 2020.