If the sect doesn't accept geniuses, they will become giants once they leave?

Chapter 150: There Are Really Remnants of the Fierce Emperor
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"Enough, enough! Why are you all looking at me? Is now the time to look at me?!"

Under the gaze of everyone, Hong Muer broke down her defense, raised her finger and pointed forcefully in the direction of the man in black robe.

"You remnant of the Fierce Emperor! Didn't you say that now is the critical moment? What are you doing?!"

The man in black robe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized something and laughed strangely at Ji Lie, who had a gloomy face.

"Ji Lie, you're doing much better than I thought, but this is for the best. If you weren't alive and kicking, I wouldn't be able to appreciate your pain."

After the black-robed man said this, Hong Muer and Feng Ling no longer cared about the problems in front and back.

Ji Lie is the real name of Emperor Lie, but the remnant of Emperor Lie who holds the imperial edict and claims that Emperor Lie is the orthodox one of Dayu wants Ji Lie to suffer.

Ji Lie's face was gloomy, but he was looking at Feng Ling and Hong Muer.

Feng Ling and Hong Muer felt a chill coming over them. Just as they were about to take action, their vision went dark and they fell limply to the ground.

This time, Li Yanmo held their arms.

Ji Lie let out a long breath and looked coldly at the black-robed man, "I have nothing to say to you, the remnants of the Fierce Emperor. Get out!"

"Hmph—Ji Lie, you can't get away with this."

Li Yanmo was stunned for a moment. After thinking for a while, he cautiously asked, "Is it the Governor of Du Shen?"

Seeing that his identity was discovered, the man in black robe had no intention of hiding it. He raised his hand and revealed that it was Du Shen, the prefect of Nanyang City.

Li Yanmo trembled and said, "So, the Sky-Eating Locust is also you, the governor..."

"That's not the case. I haven't finished my account yet," Du Shen said with a strange look on his face. "Why would I want to add a stain to my resume?"

"Oh, so your identity as a remnant of the Fierce Emperor..."

Li Yanmo dragged Feng Ling and Hong Muer away from Ji Lie.

Given his stereotyped impression of Emperor Yu, the development of this matter could not possibly be serious.

The loyal followers of Emperor Lie were so obsessed with the idea that even if Ji Lie himself didn't have that idea, they were obsessed with wanting Ji Lie to take the throne of Emperor Yu again...

Absolutely impossible!
"Humph, of course it's true. I came here for only one thing, and that is to carry the Fierce Emperor into the ancestral temple!"

"Do you think that's possible!"

Ji Lie's eyes were bloodshot and his face was ferocious. If Li Yanmo had not been deaf, he would have almost thought that Du Shen had just said that he wanted to destroy the Dayu Dynasty.

Li Yanmo felt his head swelling. "Well, Du Shen Taishou, can you tell me the details of the situation?"

"it is good--"

At the moment when Du Shen's eyes moved away from Ji Lie, Ji Lie shouted a sneak attack and stretched out his hand, wanting to use some means to throw Du Shen out.

But Du Shen had anticipated this and reached into his sleeve with his right hand.

The ancient imperial edict was fully opened, and a line of large golden characters lit up.

[I am your father! From today on, you are Emperor Ji Lie!]

"what--"

Ji Lie screamed, covered his eyes and fell backwards.

"I don't want to see it! Don't show it to me!" Du Shen was like a god holding a magic mirror, forcing Ji Lie to retreat step by step with the imperial decree, while Ji Lie was like a ghost who couldn't stand the sun and couldn't raise his head.

"Master Li, the truth is this. Any Emperor Yu could only reign for three hundred years, but Ji Lie only sat for a hundred before removing himself from office and proclaiming himself the Lie Emperor. He then inflicted a severe injury upon himself with lightning speed and buried himself in the Lie Emperor's mausoleum. His descendants had already fled."

"The Yu Dynasty has problems with the Ministry of Works' accounting books, and millions of sects are eyeing it covetously. The throne of Emperor Yu cannot be left vacant."

"Master Li, what do you think Dayu would do in this situation?"

Li Yanmo thought for a moment and then asked tentatively, "Let another prince take the throne?"

"Right!? That's exactly what happened!" Du Shen's eyes were bloodshot, and he tightly grasped the imperial edict in his hand. "My grandfather served the Eighth Prince at that time."

"The Eighth Prince knows everything about astronomy and geography, and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. He has even mastered the Taoist tradition of Shennong."

"That year, Ji Lie became emperor, and the Eighth Prince was given poisoned wine—"

At this time, Ji Lie, whose heart was most painful after being reminded of the imperial edict, struggled to stand up.

"Bullshit! Not only did they steal the immortal wine that day that I couldn't even bear to drink, but they also got me drunk in my Prince's Mansion, and then filled it up with inferior wine! It took me twenty years to figure it out!"

Du Shen paused, pretending not to hear Ji Lie's protest, and continued, "Ji Lie removed himself from the list. Emperor Yu was indispensable, and the Eighth Prince, who was busy saving the world, didn't receive the news immediately and was dragged back to the Great Yu Dynasty overnight. Even the role of miracle doctor he had prepared for himself was taken up by the imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Office in turn."

"And we, the Eighth Prince's supporters, are also forced to deal with the Ministry of Works' problems!"

Seeing Du Shen getting sadder as he spoke, Li Yanmo couldn't help but ask, "So, the Eighth Prince was exhausted and died on the throne of Emperor Yu?"

"That's not the case. The Eighth Prince has always paid attention to his health in order to seek revenge. It's a pity that Ji Lie has already mastered the art of Zhuge's magical weapons. We, the Emperor Lie's party, can't find him no matter how hard we try."

Li Yanmo rubbed his face vigorously. "So, the so-called Emperor Lie's Party wants to carry Ji Lie back to the ancestral temple to replace the Eighth Prince and leave him with a... good reputation?"

"It's natural!"

Ji Lie pointed at Du Shen, his voice trembling, "Traitor! Remnant! Remnant! How can the Daoist lineage of Dayu be manipulated so frivolously for such a pretext!"

"...Du Taishou, does this mean that you and I have no... conflicts?"

Li Yanmo thought about it, raised his finger and gestured.

Du Shen nodded at first, then thought for a moment and said, "Of course. Sect Leader Li, you've helped us a lot this time. The Lie Emperor's Tomb is just sitting there for now. I will report to Emperor Yu and have it gifted to you as a branch of the Tianxu Tower in Jingzhou."

Li Yanmo's eyes twitched wildly.

He still remembered that his second disciple once said that if he wanted to build the Tianxu Tower in Jingzhou, it would conservatively require more than a hundred times the amount of spirit stones as the Tianxu Tower in Qianzhou.

"No—this Lie Emperor's Tomb belongs to the Yu Dynasty. I absolutely cannot accept such a generous gift. Please, Governor, appraise it and settle the account. Even if it takes ten thousand years, I will repay you!"

Li Yanmo's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his eyes were clear and bright, like a clear spring.

Zhuge Moer couldn't help but look sideways.

Du Shen was stunned for a few seconds before nodding solemnly, "Okay..."

Seeing that his tomb was about to be moved in a few words, Ji Lie immediately reached out his hand.

"Wait! I have something to say!"

Du Shen took out an account book from his arms and began to flip through it.

"This tomb of Emperor Lie was built by you during your lifetime using funds from the Yu Dynasty. According to the laws of the Yu Dynasty—"

"Okay! I have nothing more to say!"

(End of this chapter)