Chapter 2 - Immortal Sect Pressures the Palace, Ready to Court Death at Any Time!

Chapter 2 - Immortal Sect Pressures the Palace, Ready to Court Death at Any Time!

Chapter 2: Immortal Sect Pressures the Palace, Ready to Court Death at Any Time!

Ye Ning trembled with excitement.

It was obvious that a grand drama was about to unfold today.

The Great Zhou Emperor, the six kingdoms, and the immortal sects were the protagonists of this grand drama!

The clash of the three was bound to be perilous, like towering waves. Once caught in it, there was a possibility of being crushed to pieces.

Looking at the civil and military officials in the court, each with eyes fixed on their noses, and mouths on their hearts, it was clear they dared not interfere.

Even these high-ranking officials dared not interfere. As for Ye Ning, a mere symbol officer with small arms and legs, what chance did he have if he got involved?

Wouldn’t he be killed at any moment? serious about courting death!”

Ye Ning didn’t want to wait a moment longer.

To die today meant he could become the Heavenly Emperor immediately!

Just as his thoughts surged, a sharp voice rang out.

“The Emperor arrives!”

Then, a young man dressed in a purple dragon robe, escorted by a group of eunuchs, walked slowly.

“Is that the young incompetent emperor?” Ye Ning muttered to himself.

From his angle, he could only see a slim profile of Ji Mingyue.

But that didn’t affect his understanding of Ji Mingyue.

After flipping through memories, Ye Ning knew that the late emperor of Great Zhou had no heirs except for Ji Mingyue.

Seven years ago, after the late emperor’s death, Ji Mingyue ascended the throne.

At the time of his ascension, he was only twelve years old, still very young. Naturally, he formed a pattern of a weak ruler and strong ministers.

If he had been naturally wise and diligent, perhaps there would have been a chance to save the declining fortune of Great Zhou.

Unfortunately, after Ji Mingyue ascended the throne, he indulged in pleasures, was absurdly ignorant, and committed countless foolish acts that made him a laughing stock of the country.

Instead of repenting as he grew older, he became obsessed with Buddhism.

Otherwise, this foolish ruler wouldn’t have survived to this day.

However, this had nothing to do with Ye Ning.

His journey was across the stars and seas. As someone about to become the Heavenly Emperor, he didn’t care at all about the affairs of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

He couldn’t be bothered with their power struggles. He just wanted to die. Whoever could give him a swift death would be his benefactor!

After the emperor took his seat, he said faintly, “Stand.”

The civil and military officials stood up.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!”

Although they were standing up, their movements were obviously sluggish, as if they were waiting for something.

Sure enough, the next moment, there was a noisy sound of footsteps outside the hall.

Then, six men walked in first.

These six men were the six kings, arrogant and swaggering, with swords hanging from their waists and shoes on their feet. Without waiting for a summons, they strode forward.

“They don’t bow when entering the court, nor do they pay respects. They even bring their swords onto the court!”

Even Ye Ning, who was mentally prepared, was startled by the arrogance of these people.

In ordinary dynasties, having one such powerful minister was already rare.

But in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were suddenly six!

After the kings entered the court, instead of paying respects to the emperor, they walked up to the officials, straightened their attire, and bowed to the emperor’s side.

“We greet the True Person!”

Then, a chair appeared out of thin air next to the emperor.

A middle-aged man dressed in moon-white robes, holding a dusting brush, and exuding an otherworldly aura, casually sat on it.

“We greet the True Immortal!”

Those civil and military officials who had been awkwardly standing finally saw the true master arrive and knelt down with a rustle.

As for the Zhou Emperor sitting on the dragon throne, he also stood up numbly and bowed to the middle-aged man sitting on the same level as him.

“We greet the True Immortal of the Feather Transformation Sect!”