The emperor faked his death? Never mind, I will ascend the throne directly!

Little Liuzi crouched down and followed the believers in front of him into the dilapidated temple.

The iron pillar was placed far behind, in a hidden corner, just enough to give a clear view of the situation inside the temple.

In the dilapidated temple, a disgusting stench filled the air, and some unknown animal bones were scattered on the ground, which made people shudder.

In the center, a pitch-black statue stood. The statue had a ferocious face and sunken eye sockets, as if it was ready to devour anyone, exuding an evil aura.

In front of the statue, there was an offering table filled with offerings, including fresh fruits and vegetables, bloody raw meat, and even a few skulls, which looked particularly terrifying under the dim candlelight.

On the high platform, two people in black robes sat upright. They were Elder Yun and Elder Yuan.

Elder Yun was thin and pale, but his eyes were bright and seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

Elder Yuan is tall and strong, with a face full of flesh, giving people a ferocious feeling.

Inside the temple, dozens of Changsheng sect followers knelt on the ground, muttering something in a low and strange voice, as if they were performing some evil ritual.

They were dressed in uniform linen clothes, with strange paints painted on their faces. In the flickering firelight, they looked like evil spirits from hell.

"This this…"

Tiezhu hid in the dark, staring at the two people on the platform with wide eyes in disbelief.

"Isn't that Su Yuan and Chen Ling?!"

Tiezhu's heart was filled with turmoil, as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over his head.

Su Yuan and Chen Ling were the eldest sons of the Su and Chen families whose property had been previously confiscated.

Tiezhu had seen them several times in the capital and remembered their appearance clearly.

Now, these two people have transformed themselves into elders of the Changsheng Sect!

"What...what the hell is going on?"

Tie Zhu muttered to himself, "Hasn't the Su and Chen families been raided? How...how are they still alive?"

"And... he became an elder of the Changsheng Sect?"

It felt like a thousand horses were galloping through Tiezhu's heart.

"Could this Changsheng Sect be related to the Su and Chen families..."

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and felt a chill on his back.

"Damn it! If His Majesty knew about this, he would definitely raze this mass grave to the ground!"

Tiezhu cursed inwardly and quickly memorized what he saw.

He had to tell Lord Song the news as soon as possible. This was a huge secret!

In the dilapidated temple, Xiao Liuzi also noticed the two people on the platform.

Although their faces were painted and their clothes were very different from before, he recognized them at a glance.

He had met these two people several times in the capital. They were Su Yuan, the eldest son of the Su family, and Chen Ling, the eldest son of the Chen family.

"Why are they here?"

Xiao Liuzi was confused and frowned.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind like lightning: Right Prime Minister Qi Daokun!

Qi Daokun is behind the Su family and the Chen family. Could it be that the Changsheng Sect is also related to Qi Daokun?

Thinking of this, Xiao Liuzi couldn't help but take a breath.

If that's the case, then things get complicated.

Qi Daokun is in a high position of power and has absolute authority. If he really colluded with the Changsheng Sect, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Xiao Liuzi suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to observe the situation inside the temple.

Elder Yun, also known as Su Yuan, picked up a dagger from the altar, held it high, and muttered something.

"Great Black God, please accept our sacrifice and grant us supreme power!"

Su Yuan's voice was sharp and piercing, echoing in the empty and dilapidated temple.

Then he suddenly stabbed the dagger into the body of a living chicken, and blood gushed out and splashed on the black statue.

The believers below also shouted: "Black God! Black God! Black God!"

The sound became louder and louder, more and more frenzied, as if it had fallen into a state of madness.

Xiao Liuzi felt nauseous and tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit.

He secretly surveyed his surroundings, searching for a way to escape.

I must leave here as soon as possible and tell Song Zelin the news.

Xiao Liuzi held his breath, tried his best to reduce his presence, and moved outward step by step along the wall of the ruined temple.

The flames in the temple danced, illuminating the fanatical believers like a group of dancing demons, and the air was filled with a sickening smell of blood.

He prayed silently in his heart, please don't be discovered, don't be discovered...

At the same time, in a secret house in the capital, Qi Daokun and Cheng Qitian sat opposite each other.

Under the dim light, the two men had different expressions. Qi Daokun was quite gloomy, while Cheng Qitian looked much more relaxed.

"Your Majesty, have you heard about the Changsheng Sect?"

Qi Daokun was the first to break the silence, calmly concealing his tentative intentions.

Cheng Qitian took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Prime Minister, are you referring to the Immortality Sect that's flourishing in various places? I've heard a little bit about it."

"You should have noticed it long ago!"

Qi Daokun's tone became heavier, with a hint of confidence.

"This Changsheng Sect is currently in full swing!"

"I heard they were preaching about a black god descending to the world who could make people immortal and bring the dead back to life. It's truly horrifying."

"Yet there are so many ignorant people who believe in them and are willing to give them money."

"In just a few months, followers of the Immortality Cult have spread across the country, and even their presence has appeared in the capital."

"If this continues, within a year, this Qian Dynasty will probably become the Qian Dynasty of the Changsheng Sect!"

He didn't want the throne to be taken away by a group of shouting believers.

Cheng Qitian put down his teacup, a cold smile on his face: "Why is the Prime Minister so worried?"

"They are just a bunch of rabble, they can't make any big waves."

"Your Majesty, this is wrong!"

Qi Daokun frowned, "Though these ignorant people are nothing to be feared, the money they hold should not be underestimated!"

"The Changsheng Sect has amassed such a huge amount of wealth. If we allow them to grow stronger, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"I know what the Prime Minister is worried about."

Cheng Qitian put down his teacup, the smile on his face growing wider. "Prime Minister, are you worried that there's someone else behind the Changsheng Cult?"

Qi Daokun didn't say anything, but just stared at Cheng Qitian, waiting for his next words.

Cheng Qitian chuckled and said, "Prime Minister, do you still remember Chen Ling, the son of the Chen family, and Su Yuan, the son of the Su family, whose property was confiscated earlier?"

Qi Daokun's heart moved. He had secretly supported these two families before, but later he gave up on them because he was worried about getting into trouble.

"This Changsheng Sect was founded by the two of them at my instruction."

Cheng Qitian spoke in a flat tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"My lord, you..."

Qi Daokun's tone was filled with shock and disbelief. "They...they were stopped outside by the servants that day, and they actually...actually came to seek refuge with the prince?"

"good."

Cheng Qitian didn't intend to hide it and simply admitted: "The two of them were desperate and came to ask for my protection. I saw that they still had some use, so I took them in."

"This Changsheng Sect was founded by me, for the purpose of..."

Cheng Qitian paused and said in a low voice, "It's all for the purpose of amassing wealth and recruiting soldiers!"