Chapter 77

Hearing this, Zhao Shirou on the side grew somewhat anxious, her brows furrowed tightly.

Had she not been severely injured and unable to take action, she would definitely have killed these treacherous old men.

Yang Chen’s gaze swept across them, inwardly sneering.

These old fellows simply wanted to seize this opportunity to replace the Liyang Royal Family.

Which faction in Liyang controlled power was not important to Yang Chen.

However, he had already reached an agreement with Zhao Shirou.

Moreover, his reputation as the Holy Son of Xuantian was still very important.

Although he was the villain, he was still the righteous Holy Son!

How could he open a path of indiscriminate slaughter?

Besides, Hao’er was already his stepson.

How could he kill him?

Even if he wanted to kill him, he would have to wait until the boy had no more points for him to reap before doing so!

Anyone who suggested it now was simply trying to drive a wedge between father and son!

Yang Chen immediately said in a solemn voice: “The Liyang Royal Family will remain, do not exterminate them! My Xuantian Sect is an upright and orthodox sect, how could we indiscriminately massacre the innocent? If not for Li Tengshen and Li Zhan harboring malicious intentions, planning to kill the elders and disciples of the Imperial Precept’s Mansion of my Xuantian Sect, and swearing allegiance to the Wind Thunder Sect, this Holy Son would not have slain them!

“My Xuantian Sect, as the leading orthodox power in the Northern Spiritual Realm, only punishes the wicked and spares the innocent! Elder Xu, spread my words, let everyone know my stance!”

“Yes!” Xu Hui hurriedly bowed and said: “The Holy Son is righteous! This is a blessing for Liyang!”

But he couldn’t help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

He knew full well that the Holy Son had been scheming against the Liyang Royal Family all along. But this was fine too, they would still uphold the banner of justice.

At this moment, Yang Chen looked towards the unconscious Hao’er and said: “Hao’er possesses exceptional talent! And his mother, Lady Zhao, has rendered great service! This Holy Son has decided to establish him as the Prince of Liyang! In the future, if he can govern with benevolence and uphold the righteous way, he shall inherit the position of Lord of Liyang! You have no objections, do you?”

Yang Chen’s gaze swept towards them, his eyes slightly cold and grim.

“The Holy Son is magnanimous; we are in utmost admiration! We shall obey the Holy Son’s decree!”

“In the future, we shall jointly assist the new Lord!”

The Nascent Soul cultivators all bowed together.

Though they felt some regret in their hearts, they did not dare say anything else.

They did not yet have the status to object to the Holy Son of Xuantian’s decision.

Did they not see the ruler of Liyang, Li Zhan’s corpse lying cold already?

Li Tengshen had reached the half-step Soul Transformation realm, yet he too had died!

To go against the dominant power of Xuantian Sect in the Northern Spiritual Realm would only lead to death!

Obediently listening was better than anything else!

That treacherous old man Li Tengshen, how could he have been so blind?

Xu Hui led the others away.

In the main hall, only Yang Chen, Zhao Shirou, and the unconscious Hao’er remained.

“Lady Zhao, how did I handle the situation? Are you satisfied?”

Yang Chen looked at her with amusement.

“Hmph, you were completely distorting facts and turning black into white!”

Zhao Shirou gave a cold snort.

But in her heart, she did not dwell on it too much.

After all, this fellow had found an excuse to make Hao’er the heir of Liyang.

Becoming the Lord of Liyang had been Hao’er’s long-cherished dream.

Now, he had helped make it a reality.

At this moment, Zhao Shirou’s expression suddenly froze.

Because a pair of wandering hands had appeared on her slender waist.

“Ah! Yang Chen, what are you doing?”

Zhao Shirou immediately cried out in shock, her body instantly stiffening.

Her slim waist had never been touched by a man before.

She instinctively wanted to struggle free.

But Yang Chen’s physical strength was extremely powerful, and she could not circulate her qi at all, so how could she break free?

“Yang Chen, you, let go of me!” Zhao Shirou said coldly, her face flushing red.

“Lady Zhao, please don’t struggle! Let me sense how concentrated the Profound Yin Qi is within your body!”

“You, do you need to sense the Profound Yin Qi in this way?”

Zhao Shirou was not foolish.

She understood Yang Chen’s intentions clearly.

But she could not break free from his arms.

She could only give up.

However, feeling the scorching heat from Yang Chen’s body, her eternally freezing cold body became much more comfortable. Unconsciously, her previously stiff and tense figure gradually softened.

But at this moment, the unconscious Hao’er’s eyelids trembled and he opened his eyes.

“Mother … Mother …” Hao’er murmured, his gaze sweeping across the main hall, searching for traces of his mother.

Because before he passed out, he had seen his mother coughing up blood after being struck by a black-robed cultivator.

However, when his eyes fell upon a corner of the main hall, his pale face immediately flushed red.

Then it turned from red to purple, from purple to green.

“Mother … Mother!”

“You … you …”

“Ah, bas— bastard, ah!”

Pfu!

Hao’er felt a sweetness in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

He fell unconscious once more.

[Ding! Host has embraced Zhao Shirou and was seen by Li Hao, causing a mental collapse. He passed out again. You have plundered 2000 points of Providence Luck from the protagonist, Li Hao. Host has gained 2000 VPs!]

The system voice rang out.

Yang Chen was stunned for a moment.

Well well.

Even the death of Li Zhan, the father of this protagonist, only yielded 2,000 points.

This protective instinct was astonishing.

“Hao’er!”

Zhao Shirou also noticed Hao’er.

Her face immediately flushed red.

Just now, she had been seen by Hao’er.

How utterly shameful.

Unbearable.

Zhao Shirou hurriedly pushed Yang Chen away, shooting him an angry glare with her beautiful eyes.

Then she rushed over to Hao’er’s side.

“Hao’er, wake up!”

***

“Hao’er, wake up!”

Zhao Shirou’s voice was anxious, her charming face full of worry.

Yang Chen walked over, taking a look and reassuring her:

“Lady Zhao, Hao’er is fine! He merely coughed up blood and passed out again!”

“It’s all your fault!”

Zhao Shirou glared at Yang Chen, her eyes full of vexation.

However, compared to before, there was less killing intent, but more embarrassment.

Perhaps it was because she herself could not bring herself to kill him.

After all, during that previous embrace, she seemed to have enjoyed it somewhat as well.

Hahaha.

This woman, although her words resisted strongly, her body was being a bit more honest. She had cultivated alone for hundreds of years after all.

Moreover, the Primordial Fire within Yang Chen seemed to have an unexpected attractive force on her Profound Yin physique.

Yang Chen sent Zhao Shirou and Hao’er back to her palace.

The Liyang Royal Palace was in chaos at this point.

Although Yang Chen had ordered against indiscriminate slaughter,

The news of the Li Zhan’s death had still spread.

And the Nascent Soul cultivators of the royal family had all been killed.

Only one First stage Nascent Soul cultivator remained, and he was under control.

Temporarily, the palace was without direction.

Many eunuchs and maids were fleeing in panic, carrying away gold, silver and jewels as they escaped the palace.