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Cai Zhuo, who had just been struck, reached out to grasp the back of the Xuande Emperor's neck as the emperor lunged forward to seize him. In an instant, the emperor's body went limp.
This action was undeniably bold, a grave offense that could lead to execution. Qi Xiaomian watched with great concern.
"Marquis Yongxin, I, Cai Zhuo, may not have received a formal education, but I have heard many stories from history books. When an emperor falls ill, all sorts of monsters and demons emerge. If things worsen, both internal and external troubles could spell disaster for the Great Jing Dynasty."
Although His Majesty was in disguise, the private room was surrounded by familiar faces from the court. A mere outburst from the emperor could lead them to harbor ill intentions, especially given this chaotic scene.
While my actions might have embarrassed the ruler and potentially set me up for trouble, it was better than letting the news spread unchecked.
"It's a matter of principle," Cai Zhuo insisted. "It's just a small issue. The reason I dared to act this way stems from my reliance on your favor; afterward, His Majesty shouldn't take my life."
"Your focus shouldn't be on me right now," Yongxin Marquis replied. "I will escort His Majesty back to the palace as soon as possible. Although I will do my best to keep this under wraps, I cannot guarantee complete secrecy. You need to prepare outside the palace in case things spiral out of control."
Qi Xiaomian nodded in agreement and added, "Master Xiang should be trustworthy; he is more suited to handle many situations than either of us."
"I will summon the Dragon Guard," he said.
Soon enough, only Qi Xiaomian remained in the room. He briefly relayed what had happened here to Sang Qingxiao before taking the token left by Cai Zhuo and rushing through the city.
Sang Qingxiao was equally perplexed by the situation concerning Xuande Emperor. The chant from The Office of Censors had been specially adjusted by Huo Qi; its purpose was solely aimed at those deeply entrenched in their Inner Demons like Wisdom Supreme. It was unexpected that it would also affect Xuande Emperor.
He didn't appear to be someone ensnared by Inner Demons—so where did the problem lie?
Before he could ponder further, Wisdom Supreme's condition worsened beyond resistance, with psychological distress manifesting in physical behavior and appearance.
His complexion visibly darkened; his already stern features twisted into a grotesque expression as his facial muscles twitched violently, occasionally bulging unnaturally.
His exposed hands and neck rapidly shriveled while his veins swelled several times over; if one looked closely, they could see blood coursing through them, gradually turning a shade of dark purple.
This Demon Seed is formidable!
The idea came from Huo Qi, who also provided the Demon Seed itself. It was said that one could use another's methods against them—since Wisdom Supreme had altered Xuan Yin's body, it was only fitting that someone else would design his body in return.
Misha struggled under the torment of Qilin Bloodline but still managed to share information with Sang Qingxiao about Huo Qi's method.
The Demon Seed had been planted within a golden lotus seat at the moment it vanished.
With the influence of Inner Demon, Demon Seed, and Melody, what the people were witnessing was a rare sight of someone succumbing to demonic possession.
The scene was truly horrifying. The citizens, who had initially been chanting Amitabha Buddha's name, gradually fell silent as they watched the spectacle on stage. Instinctively, they began to step back.
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