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Chapter 30 Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills

Beiqi Empire Lingtian Peak.

This peak, like a sharp sword, reaches straight into the sky. It is steep and majestic. As its name suggests, the peak reaches the sky and can be seen by all living beings!

This is the headquarters of the Lingtian Sword Temple, the state religion of the Beiqi Empire.

More than halfway up the mountain, luxurious palaces hang in the clouds, like fairy palaces. Just one glance will bring great spiritual shock to people. At the top of the mountain, a magnificent palace lies like a giant beast.

Looking around, the clouds are rolling and relaxing, seeming to be as high as the sky.

In the hall, Zhao Tianxiong, the contemporary sword master of the Lingtian Sword Temple, was sitting on the main seat. His raging anger was like a volcano erupting, covering the entire hall, making the hall filled with oppression and thickness, making people almost breathless.

The elders of Lingtian Jiansha sitting below were all sweating profusely and fidgeting.

"I, Lingtian Sword Master, will never give up on Jie'er's death!"

"Within three days, if Chen Jingxuan does not come to the door in person to give an explanation, I will personally go to the imperial capital and let the emperor administer justice!"

Zhao Tianxiong glanced at the many Lingtian Sword Master elders, shouted in a cold voice, and fierce murderous intent raged through the entire hall like a violent storm.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Tianxiong didn't make the slightest move, and he disappeared into the hall.

It was only then that many Lingtian Sword Master elders were relieved and slumped down on their chairs, their clothes unknowingly soaked with sweat.

In the deepest part of the palace, in an empty room full of formations, Zhao Tianxiong's figure slowly emerged. He went straight to the stone tablet in the center of the palace and stretched out his hand to press it.

"Buzz!"

The lines on the entire stone tablet were instantly activated, a faint light bloomed, and wisps of inscriptions formed a door of light that appeared behind the stone tablet.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianxiong stepped directly into the light gate without any hesitation.

Behind the light door is a small secret realm. The entire secret realm is like a paradise, peaceful and simple.

Not far away, around a crystal clear lake, there are peach trees. Several spiritual beasts are playing happily beside the peach trees. What is surprising is that the concentration of spiritual energy in this small secret realm is far higher than that in the outside world.

It's dozens of times higher.

Zhao Tianxiong went straight to a thatched house next to the lake, pushed the door open and entered.

The house is simple and plain, with only a table, a chair and a bed.

A young man with a handsome face dressed in simple robes sat cross-legged on the bed, with inscriptions surging around his body. Although there was no breath released, he was like the center of heaven and earth, attracting people's attention.

As if aware of Zhao Tianxiong's arrival, the young man suddenly opened his eyes.

They were a pair of eyes as deep as the stars. Just one look at them made one unable to help but fall in love with them. Even Zhao Tianxiong subconsciously averted his eyes, not daring to look at the young man.

"Father."

The young man stood up and bowed respectfully to Zhao Tianxiong.

If this scene were seen by outsiders, they would definitely be horrified.

Almost everyone in Dongzhou knows that Zhao Tianxiong, the current sword master of Lingtian Sword Temple, has only one son, and that is Zhao Congjie.

"Dao'er, your brother is dead!"

"boom!"

When Zhao Tianxiong finished speaking, a powerful Holy King-level aura suddenly erupted from the young man's body, and the void in the entire thatched house was distorted in a manner visible to the naked eye. Strangely, this seemingly fragile thatched house was actually

I can withstand this momentum.

"Who killed him?"

A cold, emotionless voice came from the young man's mouth.

"Not sure yet."

"However, Jie'er died in the imperial capital, and before his death he had a party with the second prince Chen Jingxuan, and even had conflicts."

Zhao Tianxiong shook his head and said in a condensed voice.

"Check, the murderer is someone else!"

"Chen Jingxuan is very ambitious and has secretly accumulated a lot of strength. According to several ancestors, he has even won over an ancient emperor-level powerhouse. If he wants to ascend to the status, he will definitely not dare to offend me, Lingtian Sword Master, let alone kill him.

Jackie!"

The young man said directly without thinking.

"As a father, I think so too, but I still have to take the appropriate actions."

"Our Majesty is very suspicious. If he finds out that we have a close relationship with Chen Jingxuan, he will definitely strike first!"

Hearing this, the young man nodded, then looked at Zhao Tianxiong and said solemnly: "Father, if you find the murderer, you must tell me, and I will personally avenge Brother Jie!"

"Even if Brother Jie doesn't know that I am a brother, even if Brother Jie and I have never spoken a word, my brother is dead. How can I, the older brother, remain indifferent?"

When the young man said these words, Zhao Tianxiong was shocked and said in a concentrated voice: "Dao'er, are you going to be born?"

"My father will definitely avenge what happened to Jie'er. If you want, my father will personally catch the murderer in front of you. Don't delay the important matter!"

The young man shook his head and said loudly: "My child must personally avenge Brother Jie!"

"Don't worry, it won't delay the big event. I've been holding back for so long, so it's time to start!"

"Now that I have reached the pinnacle of the Holy King, several ancestors have given me all their resources to teach me. It won't be long before I can become the Ancient Emperor. By then, it will be the time when I am born!"

"Furthermore, I will not appear in this world in my true identity. After I avenge Brother Jie, I will return and practice with all my heart until I reach the peak of the Ancient Emperor. Then I will be fully reborn and help my Lingtian Sword Temple reach the top of Dongzhou!"

Hearing this, Zhao Tianxiong's face was filled with relief and pride. He patted the young man on the shoulder and left without saying anything.

His son is stronger than him, so what else does he have to worry about?

………

On the other side, Chen Jingxuan walked out of the imperial palace in despair. Emperor Lingtian's words echoed in his mind and could not be dissipated for a long time.

"A worthless thing!"

"If you cannot ask for forgiveness from the Lingtian Sword Master, even if Sword Master Chen comes in person, I will not be able to repay you. At that time, you will destroy your bloodline and be demoted to a commoner!"

After returning to his mansion, Chen Jingxuan's lost look completely disappeared, replaced by a cold and ruthless look.

He sat in the dark hall, sneered and murmured: "You are still so ruthless, just like how you ruthlessly watched your mother and concubine die."

"That's right. If you don't do this, how can I rebel against you with peace of mind?"

"You can sit on this throne, and I, Chen Jingxuan, can do it too!"

The next moment, Chen Jingxuan tugged on his robes, knocked off his headdress, and his hair was disheveled. Then he staggered out of the hall and shouted in a panic: "Come here, hurry up, prepare a generous gift, follow this prince to Lingtian Sword Temple!"

Life is like a play, it all depends on acting!

"Oh, I didn't expect that the second prince would have such a miserable day."

"Isn't that right? Do you think it was really the second prince who killed the young master of Ling Tian Sword Sha?"

"How is that possible? No one in the imperial capital knows that the second prince can't even beat a woman. He can show off his authority even in bed. He might not even be able to get close to the young master of Lingtian Sword Sha, let alone kill him!"

"That's right!"

"It's a pity. Compared to being embarrassed and panicked, I still like the second prince's unrestrained and carefree appearance, hugging him from left to right!"

As Chen Jingxuan went to Lingtian Sword Temple in embarrassment, people in the entire imperial capital were talking about it. More than 80% of the people did not believe that Chen Jingxuan killed the young master of Lingtian Sword Temple!

However, no one knows how many of them were sent by Chen Jingxuan to direct and act.


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