Starting as a God-Emperor by Intercepting Destiny

0003 Nine Princes Struggle for the Throne: A Great Victory for the Villains

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

While remaining wary of Zhao Jing's musket, the shadowy figure clapped his hands in admiration:

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!"

"Everyone says that His Highness is a lazy nobleman, but no one expected him to be so well hidden."

"I admire you, I admire you to the extreme."

Although aristocratic marriages increase the chances of offspring possessing martial prowess, there are still quite a few born with ordinary bones.

These people, who had no chance of inheriting family property or holding titles, spent their days indulging in sensual pleasures, eating, drinking, and merrymaking, and were oblivious to worldly affairs.

Two generations later, they became commoners, and were known as the "lazy aristocracy".

Zhao Jing is a typical example.

He wasn't surprised to see the Blood Raven transform into a human; he merely sneered.

"Your humble servant?"

"I only saw a traitor."

"Traitors deserve to die!"

Zhao Jing originally thought the other party was a master from the Heavenly Demon Sect or an enemy country.

Unexpectedly, the other party turned out to be an official of the Dayong Dynasty.

However, there was no time to think further, and Zhao Jing raised his hand and fired a shot.

boom!

The dark figure ducked low, sliding along the ground to avoid the bullets. Zhao Jing frowned, and the figure reformed, bowing to him.

"Your Highness, this is truly an interesting hidden weapon."

"Could it be the legendary Rain of Pear Blossom Needles?"

"However, Your Highness, please stop. This item is of no use to me."

Zhao Jing ignored him, loaded a single bullet, and fired another shot.

boom!

The advantage of shotguns is their simplicity; they can be loaded with any type of ammunition and have sufficient power.

This time, the bullet struck the dark figure squarely, but the figure suddenly disintegrated, transforming into countless blood crows.

The crows blotted out the sky.

The bamboo forest was instantly engulfed by countless blood crows, and the oppressive feeling brought by the illusion was suffocating.

"Playing tricks!"

boom! boom! boom!

Zhao Jing emptied the magazine in one go.

One purpose was to test the waters and gauge the situation.

Secondly, it is to feign weakness to lure the enemy into underestimating its strength.

As expected, the Blood Ravens were mostly illusions, merely a tactic used by the other party to intimidate.

There are just too many of them to clean up in a short time.

Just as Zhao Jing was about to load his weapon, countless blood crows suddenly opened their mouths in unison:

"Your Highness, please wait."

"This humble official has something to say."

There are too many blood crows.

Even though Zhao Jing had defeated countless illusions, the voice still pierced the ears like a demonic sound, coming from all directions.

You have to listen, whether you want to or not.

Blood Raven began his performance:

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince's residence has already been defeated."

"Your struggle is pointless."

"At Xuanwu Gate, the Eldest Princess has already executed the Nine Dragons, and the Crown Prince, Prince Qi, Prince Kang, and other princes have been beheaded."

"Grand Tutor Yuwen, Prince Zhenbei, Longhua Temple, and Marquis Xuanwu have all submitted to the Eldest Princess."

Even if Your Majesty summons the spirits of your ancestors, it will be powerless to reverse the situation.

"The world of Dayong has changed."

"Your Highness, have you forgotten?"

Have you forgotten all of this?

The cries of the crows surged in like a tide, crashing against each other repeatedly.

The Haoran Jade Pendant shone brightly with white light, fiercely protecting Zhao Jing's mind.

Even so, it cannot block out sound.

Zhao Jing heard Blood Raven's words clearly.

Memories flooded my mind in an instant.

Zhao Jing remembered.

He didn't sleep all afternoon.

The next day, Princess Zhao Huang, in alliance with four forces, killed the Nine Dragons at Xuanwu Gate, forced the palace, and seized the throne.

Zhao Jing went from being a grandson of the Emperor of Dayong and a future prince to a wanted criminal of the empire in just one day.

These are all true.

Under the impact of mystical arts, the sealed memories reappeared.

Zhao Jing was on the run when he was pursued by a master of mystical arts. His mind was attacked, and he lost part of his memory.

Only then will he awaken from the bamboo forest.

Zhao Jing gripped his shotgun, muttering those names to himself:

"Grand Tutor Yuwen, Prince Zhenbei, Marquis Xuanwu, the abbot of Longhua Temple, and my aunt."

Seeing that Zhao Jing's resolve wavered, Blood Raven pressed his advantage:

"good!"

"Grand Tutor Yuwen, ranked second on the Heavenly Ranking, is the strongest person in the Great Yong Dynasty. He is a Grandmaster at the pinnacle and the most promising person to become a terrestrial immortal. He leads the entire Grand Tutor's Mansion to support the eldest princess's ascension to the throne."

"The Prince of Zhenbei, ranked tenth on the Heavenly Ranking, nicknamed the God of Slaughter, has the full support of the Northern Army for the Princess to take over the capital."

"Abbot Liaochen of Longhua Temple announced that the eldest princess is the reincarnation of Maitreya Buddha, and the Buddhist community will support Her Highness in becoming Empress!"

"As for Marquis Xuanwu, he is ranked first on the Grandmaster List. He is the eldest princess's maternal uncle, so there is no reason for him not to support him."

"The troops from Xuanzhou were the first to enter the capital."

"The overall situation is settled; the Crown Prince's residence is finished."

"Your Highness, please be more dignified."

Blood Raven's words were piercing to the heart, attempting to completely destroy Zhao Jing.

Zhao Jing instantly realized his current predicament.

After the Xuanwu Gate Incident, the Crown Prince ordered his assassins to leave the palace to deliver a message, and ordered everyone in his household to flee to Jiangnan immediately.

He was forcibly taken away from the secret passage by the guards.

However, the eldest princess acted ruthlessly, imitating Emperor Taizong of Tang, and wanted to kill all her sons and nephews, leaving none alive.

At the very least, we have to bring them back.

Even lazy nobles like Zhao Jing were among those destined to be killed.

Therefore, as soon as they left Yujing, they were pursued and killed. Zhao Jing was trapped in this terrifying illusion and could not get out for a long time.

He is alive today entirely thanks to the jade pendant on his chest.

Jade pendant, my maternal grandfather.

Looking at the glowing jade pendant, Zhao Jing understood the deeper meaning behind his father's order for everyone to flee Yujing and head to Jiangnan.

Because his maternal grandfather was the abbot of Yuelu Academy and a grandmaster ranked fourth on the Heavenly Ranking.

Only his maternal grandfather could stand up to Grand Tutor Yuwen, protect his life, and make a comeback.

When a Grandmaster is enraged, even the imperial power must yield.

Blood Raven noticed the change in his expression and continued to apply pressure:

"Your Highness, do not count on Abbot Liu. He has been stopped by a powerful figure and cannot come to our aid."

"If Yuelu Academy dares to make any rash moves, the Princess will not hesitate to let the blood of scholars flow like rivers."

Desperate news followed one after another.

The crows howled, repeatedly proclaiming his defeat.

The game is over; no one can turn the tide.

Zhao Jing laughed again, and his laughter was still very loud:

"Hahaha!"

The more desperate the situation, the more we should face it with a smile.

The crows fell silent, all staring at the man with incredulous eyes.

Could it be that the blow was too great, driving him completely insane?

of course not.

Zhao Jing's smile remained unchanged:

"Isn't this funny?"

"My aunt cleared all the obstacles for me."

"That made things simple."

"All I need to do is kill her, and the throne will be mine."

He must have gone mad.

Blood Raven was also stunned by these shocking remarks.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

Although Zhao Jing was not the crown prince, he was once pulled along by his elder brother to listen to the emperor's teachings.

Turning enemies into friends is the best policy.

Zhao Jing faced the flock of crows and loudly persuaded them:

"The eldest princess murdered her father and usurped the throne; even if she becomes empress, she is nothing more than a mere usurper."

"The position of a usurper is ultimately a mirage, a grand but empty dream."

"Her descendants will surely kill one another and be taken by others."

"I am the sole heir to the throne of the Great Yong Dynasty."

"Why don't you join my ranks, restore order, and work together to achieve great things?"

"Even if you don't want to, forging a good relationship can protect your family in the future. Isn't that wonderful?"

On the surface, Zhao Jing spoke righteously, but behind the scenes, he was caressing his Sumeru Ring, searching for high explosives.

The flock of crows was so large that it was difficult to distinguish their true forms.

Since that's the case, let's blow them all up.

He was just waiting for an opportunity to gather them together and annihilate them.

Of course, it would be best if the enemy surrendered, as this would not only save explosives but also allow them to launch a counterattack.

Blood Raven fell silent.

After a long silence, he spoke again:

"His Highness the Imperial Grandson has the demeanor of the Great Ancestor and the qualities of a hero."

"No wonder His Highness's guards are all fearless and cannot be bribed, and almost none of them have surrendered."

"Moreover, there are loyal servants protecting their master, making it impossible for us to catch up."

"It's a pity that Your Highness is only of mortal form; otherwise, it's uncertain who would rule this world."

The Great Yong Dynasty was founded on military strength, and the most outstanding martial arts masters had the power to overthrow the dynasty.

Without martial spirit, there is no foundation.

No matter how eloquent you are, it's all just wishful thinking.

If Zhao Wei were here, the seventeen-year-old Grandmaster-level expert, Blood Raven, would probably bow down in submission.

The study of emperors also requires the support of power.

Zhao Jing had no time to grieve over his defeat; the news that Bao'er was unharmed had put his mind at ease.

I realized I was indeed trapped in an illusion.

Zhao Jing smiled with relief:

"Then let's fight to the end."

"Such profound techniques must consume enormous amounts of energy. How long can you sustain them?"

Despite being unable to grasp the basics of martial arts, Zhao Jing never gave up learning and explored various schools of thought.

This technology can even simulate reality, including shotguns.

It's definitely not some trivial trick.

As long as Zhao Jing's will remains unbroken, he will surely be able to wear down his opponent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sky full of blood-red crows swept back and coalesced into a human figure.

He was a man with an effeminate appearance.

He was tall and slender, somewhat thin, dressed in a black flying fish robe, with an embroidered spring knife at his waist and a blood-red raven in his hand, exuding an indescribable sinister and terrifying aura.

The moment the man appeared, before Zhao Jing could even fire a shot at him, he saw the man bow respectfully:

"Li Shuo, Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, codename Blood Raven, greets His Highness the Imperial Grandson!"

"I have offended you greatly, Your Highness. Please forgive me."

What kind of act is this?