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Chapter 75: Qingyue, Come to My Bedchamber for a Chat

The system notification sounded: “Congratulations, you have destroyed Cheng Xiuming’s spiritual core and obtained a reward: Copy Skill, Skill Points +3, Skill: Triple Strike.”

The system noted: “You currently have 4 remaining skill points.”

Nie Chen was slightly surprised.

As the great Emperor’s successor, the system’s rewards were indeed luxurious.

The Triple Strike skill was a bit strange, allowing him to complete three magic spells in an instant.

As for the Copy Skill reward, it was more straightforward.

The system notification sounded: “Host can choose to copy any magic spell from the people around you and cultivate it to perfection.”

Nie Chen scanned his surroundings, and naturally, only Cheng Ming, the successor of the great Emperor, was suitable for copying.

He recalled the magic spells Cheng Ming had used.

“Five Thunder Heaven’s Confusion,” “Ten Thousand Thunder Seal,” and ” Heaven’s Prison Earth’s Thunder Lock.”

“Right, I almost forgot this one!” Nie Chen exclaimed.

He slapped his forehead: “I choose the last one, the Ten Thousand Thunder Seal.”

The system was silent for a moment, seemingly unwilling: “The Ten Thousand Thunder Seal is not just a magic spell, but the culmination of the great Emperor’s inheritance.”

Nie Chen insisted: “But you said I could choose any magic spell, so I want this one.”

The system hesitated: “But…”

“I want this one,” Nie Chen repeated.

The system finally responded: “Congratulations, host, you have successfully learned the Ten Thousand Thunder Seal Technique.”

“The Ten Thousand Thunder Seal Technique has been cultivated to perfection.”

After a long silence, the system finally spoke up.

Although it was still the same electronic voice without emotions, Nie Chen seemed to detect a hint of reluctance.

It seemed that the system had never been outsmarted by a human before…

Nie Chen smiled and raised his hand, and suddenly, a burst of colorful lightning illuminated the area.

Red, blue, purple, and other colors of lightning intertwined and flashed, containing boundless power.

Although Cheng Ming had inherited most of the great Emperor’s inheritance, he had not cultivated it deeply.

On the other hand, Nie Chen, who had already perfected the Ten Thousand Thunder Seal, could unleash power that far surpassed Cheng Ming’s.

Nie Chen was satisfied and dispelled the lightning, controlling the spirit ship to move alongside the other ship.

Most of the disciples from the Leiyan Valley were already severely injured and unable to move.

Even the few who could move were too afraid to get up, pretending to be dead.

Nie Chen, however, went around and picked them up one by one, kicking them onto the Heavenly Cloud Palace’s ship like soccer balls.

Groans and cries of pain filled the air as Nie Chen beckoned to the other side.

Soon, the disciples from the Heavenly Cloud Palace had all transferred to Nie Chen’s ship.

Mu Zhiying looked worried: “Senior Brother Nie, although we think you’re amazing, wasn’t your method a bit too cruel?”

Nie Chen picked up Cheng Xiuming, who was limp and paralyzed, and threw him onto the other ship.

A dull thud sounded, and Cheng Xiuming probably broke a few more bones, leaving him with almost no intact parts.

With his meridians severed by Nie Chen, even if he consumed the most precious treasures, he would be unable to recover.

Mu Zhiying continued: “But that’s, Senior Brother Nie… even if it’s you…”

She looked into Nie Chen’s eyes, which were as deep and cold as the stars, and hesitated.

For some reason, she felt a sense of trust.

A strange thought occurred to her: “Perhaps only Senior Brother Nie, who has reached the Opening Profound Realm, can really withstand the great Emperor?”

The other disciples from the Heavenly Cloud Palace seemed to share the same thought.

Nie Chen threw all the disciples from the Leiyan Valley onto the broken ship, retrieved the Heavenly Cloud Palace’s sail, and controlled the spirit ship.

Before long, the Fanhua Sacred Lands came into view.

At this moment, the Fanhua Sacred Lands were bustling with activity.

As one of the oldest and most influential Sacred Lands, its influence on the various righteous sects was undeniable.

Since the saintess had personally ordered the grand ceremony, it had attracted countless cultivators from the righteous sects.

Many Imperial Courts, sects, and even other Sacred Lands had sent representatives to participate.

Some smaller sects that hadn’t received invitations didn’t even have the qualifications to offer gifts.

The ground in the Sacred Lands was covered with colorful flower petals, and the pillars made of vines were adorned with a variety of delicacies.

The ceremony was also an opportunity for the cultivators to gather and socialize.

These cultivators, who revered the Fanhua Sacred Lands, were chatting and laughing, enjoying the food and each other’s company.

However, many gazes were filled with reverence and fear as they secretly glanced at Empress Qingyue and Saintess Fanhua, who were sitting in the distance.

The two women had distinctly different auras.

Saintess Fanhua exuded a sense of holiness and charm, making people feel affectionate and willing to approach her.

Empress Qingyue, on the other hand, was cold and aloof, like ice, inspiring only admiration and reverence.

As the flower petals danced in the air, Empress Qingyue’s beauty was breathtaking.

Saintess Fanhua smiled: “Qingyue, I didn’t expect you to personally visit me in the Fanhua Sacred Lands.

Last time we parted, I missed you so much.”

She lightly placed her hand on Empress Qingyue’s cool hand, but was immediately slapped away.

“If you have something to say, just say it,” Empress Qingyue said coldly, her body radiating a faint chill.

Saintess Fanhua pouted: “You’re so heartless…”

But she quickly regained her composure: “Actually, I heard that the Heavenly Cloud Palace recently accepted a new disciple. He’s handsome, talented, and has done some amazing things. I’m quite interested in him, so I wanted to ask you about him.”

“Nie Chen?” Empress Qingyue’s expression changed, and her voice became slightly unnatural.

“He’s just an ordinary disciple of the Heavenly Cloud Palace. I don’t know much about him.”

Saintess Fanhua’s eyes sparkled: “Is that so? Well, I was also interested in hearing the story about your friend who’s interested in romance. Can you tell me more about it in your bedchamber?”

“You can, but if you ask any strange questions, don’t blame me for cutting you down along with your bedchamber,” Empress Qingyue warned, her eyes cold.

“Of course, of course,” Saintess Fanhua nodded repeatedly, showing her sincerity.

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