Wu Sheng: I can adapt to evolution

Chapter 165 The Imperial Power is Not Fearful

"My name is Lu Ming."

"From today on, all heroes in the world who believe they have the strength to test their swords can challenge me."

"But let me make it clear in advance. I advise those who are less powerful to think carefully. If you challenge me, I will show no mercy. Don't blame me if there are any casualties."

Lu Ming was also afraid that many bored people would want to use him to become famous, so he said this.

If such a person really existed, he would beat him to death as a warning to others.

Although we invite heroes from all over the world, not just anyone can come.

His voice was spread through his true energy and then driven to a farther place by his thoughts.

His words spread throughout the capital in an instant.

Many people didn't know what was happening, but after hearing the sound, they all rushed to Zuixianlou.

After everyone saw the replaced couplets in Zuixian Tower and understood the cause and effect of the incident, they couldn't help but gasp.

This Lu Ming is too arrogant!
Some martial arts masters of the seventh or even eighth level who were hiding in the dark also frowned secretly. There was nothing wrong with a martial artist showing off, but this kind of behavior was treating others as stepping stones.

"What's that noise? Who's making that noise outside?"

Almost at the same time, in a palace in the imperial city, Emperor Chongde, dressed in a yellow robe, was reviewing memorials, but suddenly he heard the loud voice that kept coming into his ears, and his brows immediately frowned.

The palace maids and eunuchs serving him were also shocked.

Where did this warrior come from who was so ignorant of his own life, making a noise near the imperial city and even disturbing the emperor?

"Snapped!"

Emperor Chongde threw the rabbit-hair brush in his hand heavily. The crisp sound echoed in the empty hall, and the ink immediately stained the memorials on the table.

Everyone felt even more frightened.

Everyone knows that Emperor Chongde likes literature and dislikes martial arts, and he hates people who practice martial arts to the extreme.

Of course, this is not just a characteristic of Emperor Chongde. Almost all emperors in the past hundred years have been like this.

why?

Because the Martial Temple was overbearing and did not allow the emperor to hold power, even if the emperor practiced martial arts diligently, he could only reach the sixth level of martial arts at most.

Compared to those seventh and eighth level warriors who can live for hundreds of years, a sixth level martial artist can only live to one hundred and fifty years at most.

In this situation, most emperors chose to give up. After all, the world was supported by the Temple of Martial Arts. There would be no rebellion, and there was no need to worry about the overthrow of imperial power. What was the point of trying?

Even if you work hard, the world won’t get much better; and even if you don’t work hard, the world won’t get much worse.

Such lukewarm days are enough to exhaust the ambitions of all emperors.

Emperor Chongde is in his early fifties today, but his martial arts skills are only at the third level, which he has achieved with the help of various elixirs. In addition, he indulges in sensual pleasures on a daily basis, so he looks quite old.

"Your Majesty, the guards have already gone to investigate. If they find out what the scoundrel is up to, they will definitely throw him into jail."

The eunuch on the side came up to comfort him.

Although the emperor's power of immortality was restricted, the Martial Temple also guaranteed the emperor's authority in other places, so everyone in the palace was still very respectful of the imperial power.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wu Wei came back to report and told everyone about Lu Ming's challenge to the world.

However, the expressions of these guards were quite strange.

Because although the Wuwei were subordinate to the emperor, and the emperor could even decide the life or death of the Wuwei with a single word, these Wuwei were actually sent by the Wumiao.

And Lu Ming is currently the top genius in the Martial Temple.

Emperor Chongde was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pushed all the documents on the desk to the ground, his eyes a little red.

He naturally knew who Lu Ming Wu Wei was talking about. Wasn't he Lu Pingzhi, the son of Marquis Dingyuan?
Some time ago, he sent people to Bingzhou, intending to force Lu Pingzhi to forge a peerless divine weapon and weaken his power.

Unexpectedly, Bingzhou was run like an iron bucket by him. From officials to common people, they only listened to the orders of Dingyuan Marquis Mansion and ignored the emperor's will.

The eldest son of Marquis Dingyuan, the new Marquis Dingyuan who was about to receive the imperial decree, was even more daring. He refused to accept the imperial edict and did not stay at home to observe mourning. Instead, he ran directly to the capital.

Now he is still brazenly challenging people all over the world to a fight in the capital, which clearly shows that he does not take the emperor seriously.

The more people lack something, the more they care about it.

Emperor Chongde delayed the restriction of his power, and Lu Ming not only came from the Martial Temple, but also did not respect his power, which made his anger almost reach the extreme.

"Go, go and take him to jail."

Emperor Chongde took a few deep breaths before speaking loudly.

Generally speaking, as long as his orders do not involve spiritual practice, the Martial Temple will respect them.

But these guards stood still.

Because the chief priest had explained that Lu Ming's status in the Martial Temple was equivalent to that of the eighth-level martial arts supreme elders, and the emperor had no right to order them to take action against the supreme elders.

"What's wrong? Can't I command you anymore? Are you going to rebel?"

"Let the High Priest come to see me. Is he going to depose me?"

"Come, let him come. He can destroy me with just one word!"

Emperor Chongde looked at the crowd, who were like wooden stakes, his eyes bloodshot, like a wounded tiger.

A few days ago, he asked Yin Baihua to fetch him the Fountain of Youth in the hope of achieving a long life, but was thwarted by the Martial Temple. The Martial Temple not only deployed surveillance throughout the Imperial City, but also sent men to chase him to the grasslands, killing Yin Baihua and seizing the Fountain of Youth, thus thwarting his dream of immortality.

Emperor Chongde originally thought that this incident would anger the Grand Priest, and he had been in a panic for a long time. Now, all his grievances mixed with anger were vented out at once.

The guards just stood there.

Even if the emperor ordered them to commit suicide, they would do it, but he could not let them capture Lu Ming, whose status was equivalent to that of the Supreme.

The eunuchs buried their heads even lower. This was a conflict between the imperial power and the Temple of Martial Arts. They would rather stay away at this moment, otherwise if they saw the emperor's vulnerable side, how could the emperor tolerate them afterwards?

"Get out, get out of here!"

After a while, Emperor Chongde kicked the table over, then sat heavily on the steps beside him, gasping for breath.

The guards saluted and turned to leave.

The eunuchs and palace maids also retreated and quickly left the hall.

But even from a distance, one could still hear faint roars and sounds of things being thrown in the hall.

Of course, Lu Ming didn't know that his public display of power had broken the fragile heart of an emperor.

Even if he knew, it wouldn't matter. He was just an emperor. He would be dead in three years. What was there to be afraid of?

He must use all his strength to survive the crisis three years later.

Otherwise he would have to keep the dead company.

(End of this chapter)