Chapter 431: Chapter 215 Miss Lu’s Instructions
In the sky dome, imperial carriages adorned with different standard banners like ’Eastern’ and ’Golden Dragon’ sped swiftly through the checkpoint, racing across the flat ground.
Inside the carriage in the center, Emperor Jia Ning of the Eastern Dynasty sat steadfastly in his position. His crown robe, with a black base and embroidered with the Twelve Chapter Patterns, highlighted his innate aura of authority.
Suddenly, Emperor Jia Ning crushed the Sound Transmission Pearl in his hand, sighed lightly, and closed his eyes.
Whether Dongfang Xingsong lives or dies is of no consequence. After all, although she is my daughter, she grew up in Prince Ji Mansion, essentially adopted by them.
It was expected that my daughter Dongfang Xinglan would defy orders, but who resolved the threat from the Observatory for her?
However, she has nowhere to run, so there’s no need to worry.
But the mysterious disappearance and death of Prince Ji, Dongfang Zeyang, troubles him greatly.
The Eastern Royal Family is vast in number, but most are useless mediocrities, while Prince Ji, Dongfang Zeyang, was not.
Yet now, soon after he left Shengjing, the news of Prince Ji’s death arrived within days.
Emperor Jia Ning couldn’t help but clench his hands because Prince Ji’s death wasn’t an isolated incident.
To this day, he couldn’t figure out who was orchestrating this affair.
Recalling the previous mysterious deaths of other princes, a hint of doubt flashed in Emperor Jia Ning’s heart. Logically, Dongfang Xingsong is my biological daughter, but in the end, it was Prince Ji, Dongfang Zeyang, who died...
’To nurture but not give birth’ over ’to give birth but not nurture’?
Emperor Jia Ning frowned slightly, feeling increasingly irritable.
The Martial God he believes in must contend with the two other dynasties, not to mention dealing with matters outside the border...
Moreover, the truth behind the deaths of several princes internally remains unsolved...
Who else is involved in this game?
When he opened his eyes, a shadow of gloom flickered in their depths, and he felt more fatigued than ever.
Emperor Jia Ning looked at Da Ban, who was bowing with hands at his side not far away, his expression stoic but feeling inwardly self-mocking.
’A pawn... haha.’
"How much longer?"
"Returning to Your Majesty, soon."
At the moment Da Ban finished speaking, the imperial carriage stopped.
"By the decree of the Great Infinite Buddha, we humbly welcome the Eastern Emperor here."
The voice resonated from the sky dome as Emperor Jia Ning stepped out of the carriage, flicked his sleeves, and looked at the hundreds of figures shrouded in Buddha light in mid-air.
The Buddha at the forefront he also recognized as Bao Huo Buddha, ranked seventh at Sumeru Mountain, transferred from Lingshan to Sumeru Mountain.
Emperor Jia Ning did not bow in worship but calmly asked, "Where is the flying boat?"
Bao Huo Buddha, pressing his right hand on the ground and forming the Ding Seal with his left, looked down with a smile at Emperor Jia Ning. Behind him, a Buddha from Lingshan waved a large hand, and a magnificent golden flying boat stretched across the sky dome.
The shadow cast over Emperor Jia Ning’s imperial carriage team as he climbed the golden steps descending from the flying boat without expression or a word.
Da Ban followed closely at Emperor Jia Ning’s side, while the others from the Eastern Dynasty adeptly turned back towards inside the border.
Bao Huo Buddha withdrew his gaze, turning to the storm gradually fading, lightning and thunder.
A strange light flashed in his eyes; after fifteen years, someone became an immortal again, surely triggering a certain level of reshuffling among various powers just like in the past.
It was still unclear who had ascended to immortality this time.
’Such a grand heavenly tribulation, it’s difficult to tell exactly from which direction it came.’
Bao Huo Buddha retracted his gaze, thinking that as long as the cultivator wasn’t from the Wandao Sect, otherwise, who else could keep Zheng Dongliu in check?
Looking again at Emperor Jia Ning who boarded the flying boat’s deck, Bao Huo Buddha loudly declared: "Sumeru Mountain welcomes the Eastern Emperor, rise—"
The flying boat gradually accelerated, with Emperor Jia Ning standing steadily on the deck, watching the vast golden Buddha light, flicking his sleeves as he entered the boat cabin.
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Inside Hanshan Temple.
Lu Jin’an raised his hand to dismiss the novice who opened the door. Boldly, he led Dongfang Xinglan into the Library Pavilion, closed the door behind them, and before he could speak, Dongfang Xinglan was already striding towards the neatly arranged books on the shelves.
Lu Jin’an chuckled, deliberately saying, "Don’t think I arranged this on purpose."
"Though I might have seemed foolish before in front of you, but..." She reached out and took a book from the shelf, "that doesn’t mean I’m not clever, understand?"
"Understood." Lu Jin’an said no more, instead heading towards another set of shelves by himself.
Though the Library Pavilion of Hanshan Temple contained records of the Human Clan’s culture and geography, it held even more Buddhist Sutras.
Lu Jin’an casually flipped through a Buddhist Sutra for a few pages, finding not much difference from those circulating in the market.
Having lost interest, he asked, "Can you tell me now what breathing technique you’ve been learning?"
"The Ten Directions Breathing Technique... let me read first."
"Alright." Lu Jin’an walked towards the exit of the Library Pavilion, "I’ll arrange for Junior Master Bai to watch over you."
Having said so, he contacted Bai Shu’e to come and protect Dongfang Xinglan, then returned to the flying boat.
Back in the Master’s chamber, Pei Wanyu was already sitting at the dressing table, combing her long hair.
Lu Jin’an naturally took the comb from her hand, helping her style her hair.
"You never mentioned it before, but now I, as a Master, can guess." Pei Wanyu looked at the reflection of both herself and her disciple in the mirror, "You used to help your older sister comb her hair often, didn’t you, when you were little?"
Lu Jin’an hummed, "Not just combing, I also washed her clothes, folded her blankets..."
His voice paused, continuing with some helplessness, "Every day I had to warm her bed too."
"She saw you as a ’maid’?" Pei Wanyu lightly frowned her eyebrows.
"No." Lu Jin’an shook his head, "The clothes I washed for her were intimate, the blankets I folded had to be the ones she just used...