Chapter 543 - 360: The Eerie Old Emperor! Breaking Through to Grandmaster Perfection!

Chapter 543: Chapter 360: The Eerie Old Emperor! Breaking Through to Grandmaster Perfection!

Outside the main hall of the Eastern Palace, the vermilion doors have been tightly closed for three whole days.

At the break of dawn, the white marble square in front of the hall is crowded with people kneeling.

Leading them is Mr. Fen, the chief eunuch of the Eastern Palace, dressed in a large red robe, holding a duster across his arm, his face lined with wrinkles shows no emotion.

Beside him stands the newly appointed guard commander, Peng Tian Sheng, with his hand gripping his sword, the black iron armor glistening coldly in the morning light.

This martial arts grandmaster from the Peng Family, exhibits a worried expression between his brows at the moment.

"Mr. Fen....." Peng Tian Sheng lowers his voice, the sword at his waist clinking lightly with his anxious steps.

"The Crown Prince has not eaten for three days, this....."

Mr. Fen slightly raises his eyelid, his boney fingers inside his sleeve gently rubs the duster: "Mr. Peng, speak cautiously."

His voice is as thin as a thread, yet it sends a shiver down Peng Tian Sheng’s spine, "Just now, I have already sent someone to report to His Majesty...."

These words are spoken very lightly, yet it feels like a basin of ice water pouring on Peng Tian Sheng’s head.

His hand that was holding the hilt immediately loosens, the thought of sending someone to report back to Peng Mansion disappears completely.

The meaning behind Mr. Fen’s words is very clear, His Majesty is already on his way to the Eastern Palace.

If he still sends someone to notify his royal father-in-law, who is his uncle, Peng Lie.

If his uncle accidentally encounters His Majesty, wouldn’t that be awkward.

After all, the last time his uncle Peng Lie, under the eyes of many, entered the royal palace all by himself.

And even killed the guard commander of the Eastern Palace appointed by His Majesty!

If His Majesty doesn’t trouble his uncle, that would already be a blessing.

The sound of a distant water-clock is heard!

Mr. Fen’s murky eyes flash with a strange color, his gaze involuntarily drifts to the pair of golden dragon hip-tiles on top of the hall.

The copper bells at the eaves sway without wind, producing a faint "ding-dong" sound.

A young maid kneeling at the back suddenly shivers, she clearly sees.

Inside the tightly closed carved window lattice, there seems to be a flash of golden light.....

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Third Life)

Realm: Grandmaster (Perfection)

Cultivation Technique: Nine Dragon Body Protection Scripture 8/9

Points: 800

When pushing the Nine Dragon Body Protection Scripture to the eighth level, Lu Xuan spent more than seventy thousand system points.

Over a hundred thousand system points, were squandered by Lu Xuan in one go.

"His Majesty has arrived—!!!"

Outside the hall, the sharp announcement of an old eunuch suddenly resounds.

This sound penetrates the vermilion doors of the main hall, reaching directly into Lu Xuan’s ears.

Lu Xuan’s eyes narrow, the golden light flowing in his eyes swiftly retracts.

Only, Lu Xuan does not know!

Ever since he pushed the Nine Dragon Body Protection Scripture to the eighth level, an invisible pressure appears around him.

This is not a deliberately released aura, but an innate dragon aura!

At the moment the vermilion doors open, everyone kneeling on the ground holds their breath in unison.

The Crown Prince has come out!

In everyone’s eyes, the Crown Prince seems to have become a different person.

Although the Crown Prince stands ordinarily, it inexplicably reminds people of a true dragon resting on a mountain peak.

Peng Tian Sheng unconsciously lowers his head, cold sweat continuously oozing from his forehead.

This martial arts grandmaster suddenly remembers the admonition from his uncle Peng Lie.

True majesty is not in grandiosity, but in that even when concealing one’s sharpness, others still dare not look directly.

At this moment, although the Crown Prince’s demeanor is peaceful, it makes his heart tremble uncontrollably.

The copper bells at the eaves suddenly ring together, Lu Xuan lifts his eyes and looks in the direction of the imperial procession.

Just this simple motion, causes Mr. Fen, kneeling on the ground, to shudder all over.

He clearly sees, in the depths of the Crown Prince’s pupils, countless dragon shadows of golden light flicker and disappear.

The emperor of the Wenjing Dynasty, his original father, right?

The supreme ruler of the Wenjing Dynasty, at this moment, is slowly stepping down from a gilt imperial carriage.

Sixteen red-robed eunuchs kneel on either side of a gold-thread carpet, around the imperial carriage hangs a light-yellow curtain embroidered with nine golden dragons with five claws.

Yet when a pale hand lifts the curtain, it reveals a face as withered as dead wood.

Emperor Wenjing draped himself in a dragon robe emblazoned with twelve symbols, but the jade belt at his waist hung loosely.

It was as though this frail body could no longer support the garment that symbolized supreme imperial power.

Lu Xuan gazed at the staggering figure approaching, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The once awe-inspiring father from his memories had withered to this extent.

At fifty years old, he resembled a flickering candle in the wind, barely holding on.

The eyes that once intimidated the court’s officials now dulled, clouded as if shrouded in shadow.

Only the occasional glint reminded people of a dragon that once ruled the skies—albeit now in its twilight years.

"Your son greets Father."

As Lu Xuan bowed, he noticed Emperor Wenjing’s fingers resting on the eunuch’s arm, trembling slightly.

Those hands once split mountains, but now even the sleeves of the dragon robe fluttered in the breeze.

Emperor Wenjing halted three steps away, a slight smile appeared on his gaunt face.

This smile deepened the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, like an old dragon displaying its damaged scale armor.

Yet at that moment, Lu Xuan’s senses, honed to the Grandmaster Realm, suddenly tensed.

The hair on his body stood on end, and a layer of cold sweat spread across his back.

The Grandmaster’s intuition screamed in alarm!

It was a nearly instinctual sense of crisis, as if countless steel needles were poised against his throat.

Before him stood an elder close to the grave, yet Lu Xuan’s body was issuing the most primal escape signals.

"Something’s off..."

Lu Xuan showed no outward signs, but inside he was a tempest of turmoil.

Maintaining his bow, the Qi of the Nine Dragon Body Protection Scripture was silently working to its peak within him.

Countless golden dragon shadows roamed his meridians, heightening his senses to the limit.

The more Lu Xuan probed, the more alarmed he became.

The old emperor, seemingly exhausted and dying, was enveloped in an invisible pressure.

That aura was obscure and difficult to comprehend, at times faint like a candle in the wind, at others deep and terrifying like a dragon beneath an abyss.

A master of concealment indeed...

A flash of golden light passed through Lu Xuan’s lowered gaze.

Without showing any emotion, he adjusted his breathing and elevated his vigilance to the maximum level.

In every worldly trial, he placed no trust in anyone.

Even if this old emperor was the father connected to his original bloodline.

Beneath the wide-sleeved purple robe, Lu Xuan’s fingertips quietly gathered a thread of golden dragon shadow Qi, poised to defend at a moment’s notice.

"My good prince..."

The old emperor’s voice was raspy as he slowly lifted his hand, his frail fingertips trembling just before touching Lu Xuan’s shoulder.

"I heard you’ve been secluded for the past three days, and I was deeply worried and concerned."

Lu Xuan maintained his respectful posture, the strands of hair on his forehead perfectly covering the oddness in his eyes.

"In response to Father, I had some insights in martial arts lately, hence the seclusion for meditation."

"I didn’t mean to disturb Your Majesty, it’s entirely my fault."

As Lu Xuan looked up to plead for forgiveness, his pupils contracted suddenly!

The old emperor’s eyes, which should have been cloudy, were now as black as ink with no white visible.

More terrifying was the turmoil of emotions beneath those eyes, entirely unlike a father’s gaze upon his son.

It resembled a hungry wolf eyeing a plump lamb.

Greed, envy, yearning... all twisted and intertwined,

to finally form a chilling hunger.

Lu Xuan’s spine straightened instantly, countless golden dragon shadows within him screamed warnings.

He clearly saw the old emperor’s Adam’s apple moving unnaturally, as if restraining a fierce urge to attack.

That was no human look, but belonged to some ancient, ferocious predator.

Like those bizarre, sinister things!

"Good... very good..."

The old emperor’s eyes returned to normal in an instant, and he suddenly grinned, revealing teeth overly neat.

The hand patting Lu Xuan’s shoulder was cold as ice, unlike that of a living person, his nails sharp and cyan.

"Truly worthy of being my Crown Prince, the heir of the Wenjing Dynasty... indeed... possessing extraordinary talent..."