Rebirth of Jinxuan

The minister's questioning was like a sharp pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

Gu Qing sneered, as if she had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

She slowly turned around, her crimson gaze sweeping over everyone present, her tone laced with disdain and resolve: "What did I do? I was acting on behalf of Heaven! You bunch of blind fools, haven't you seen it yet?"

She stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the already cold corpse on the ground. "This so-called king has long colluded with demons and monsters, harming his own kind and being utterly depraved! The crimes he has committed are too numerous to count! Do you still want to continue to be kept in the dark by him and be manipulated by him?"

Gu Qing's question was forceful and resounding, causing everyone present to tremble with fear, with some of the more timid even starting to shake.

She looked around, taking in the terrified expressions on everyone's faces.

"This sword of the capital has chosen a new master!" Gu Qing said, raising the dagger she was holding high. In the sunlight, the dagger gleamed with a dazzling light.

Everyone's gaze followed the dagger and finally landed on Mo Chenfan behind Gu Qing.

"He, Mo Chenfan, is the true king who can lead everyone to resist the demon race!" Gu Qing said firmly, pushing Mo Chenfan forward.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, with whispers filling the air.

Some were shocked, some were confused, and some couldn't believe it.

New king?

This is so sudden!

Mo Chenfan was caught off guard by Gu Qing's sudden action. He stood there, stunned and at a loss.

He never imagined he would become the center of attention, let alone ascend the throne.

"Everyone, Mo Chenfan was once a member of the Demon Hunting Team. He is exceptionally strong and kind-hearted. I, Gu Qing, am willing to vouch for him. He can definitely lead everyone out of this predicament and create a new future!" Gu Qing looked around, trying to persuade everyone.

No sooner had she finished speaking than a deep voice broke the silence: "Is this true? Now that a new king has been chosen, what proof is there?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaker was none other than the Minister of State.

His gaze was deep, and his face showed suspicion.

He glanced at the slightly bewildered Mo Chenfan, then his gaze returned to Gu Qing.

Gu Qing smiled slightly, about to speak, but was interrupted by a sudden disturbance.

In the alchemist area at the back of the crowd, an ancient-looking alchemy furnace suddenly emitted a buzzing vibration.

The furnace body began to glow slightly red, and an inexplicable aura emanated from it, causing the surrounding air to distort.

All eyes turned to the alchemy furnace.

"What's going on?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Mo Chenfan sensed the atmosphere becoming even more strange. He swallowed hard, and his palms began to sweat.

"Cough cough," he cleared his throat, but found himself unable to speak. He struggled to lift his head and looked ahead. Gu Qing was looking at him with a meaningful gaze.

Mo Chenfan felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He stood frozen in place, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

The gazes around him were like countless sharp knives, piercing his skin painfully.

Among those gazes were doubts, disdain, and curiosity, but none of them contained the trust and support he craved.

He felt dizzy, as if he were in a huge vortex and could be swallowed up at any moment.

"I...I..." He opened his mouth, but no sound came out; his throat was as dry as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

His heart was pounding like a drum, his palms were sweaty, and his clenched fists were trembling slightly.

He never imagined he would be in such a position, facing so many powerful figures. He felt like a lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves, weak and helpless.

In the distance, Zhang Yuxi's alluring phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, flashing with a dangerous light.

Gu Qing's sudden action was completely unexpected.

He didn't believe Gu Qing had any solid evidence. This was more like a high-stakes gamble. If he won, Mo Chenfan would be the new king; if he lost, he would be doomed.

Mo Chenfan's gaze swept across the crowd, trying to find a familiar figure.

He saw Lu Jinxuan, who was standing beside the alchemy furnace with a solemn expression and furrowed brows, seemingly unaware of his current predicament.

He then looked at Lu Yuhang, the usually energetic little guy, who was unusually quiet at this moment, his big eyes filled with worry.

And then there's Qian Feng, whose face is filled with doubt and confusion.

These familiar faces, however, offered him no comfort at this moment; instead, they made him even more anxious and disoriented.

The whispers around him grew louder and louder, like countless mosquitoes buzzing in his ears, disturbing his peace of mind.

"Who is this Mo Chenfan? How did he suddenly become the new king?" A rough voice asked with skepticism.

“I think he’s Gu Qing’s puppet. Maybe all of this was planned by them long ago!” another shrill voice chimed in.

"What skills could he possibly have? I doubt he could even defeat a demonic beast!"

Mockery, doubt, disdain—all sorts of voices surged in like a tide, overwhelming him.

He wanted to speak, to explain, to prove himself, but the surrounding noise was too loud, and his voice couldn't get through.

"Quiet!" he roared, but only he could hear it.

His throat was dry, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand; his palms were sweaty, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

A figure silently walked up to him and handed him a palm-sized metal disc.

"This is a sound transmission artifact that can amplify your voice." A deep voice sounded in Mo Chenfan's ear. He turned his head and saw Tian Di, the host of the Dark Alliance.

Mo Chenfan took the communication magic item, took a deep breath, and poured his spiritual power into it.

"Gentlemen!" The amplified voice boomed across the square, but the whispers continued.

A sense of frustration welled up in his heart.

He tried again, his voice louder and sharper: "I am Mo Chenfan!" The whispers did not stop.

They deformed and twisted, coiling around him like venomous snakes.

"Puppet King!" someone shouted.

This statement echoed, amplified, distorted, and turned into a mocking chorus.

Tian Di frowned. Although this sound transmission artifact could amplify the sound, it could not suppress the noisy discussions.

He patted Mo Chenfan on the shoulder and whispered, "It seems we have to think of another way..." The strange movement of the alchemy furnace was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a huge uproar.

The once simple furnace body now resembled a red-hot iron, radiating a scorching red light. A heart-pounding energy fluctuation permeated the air, as if some powerful force was about to break free from its cocoon.

The buzzing vibration grew louder and louder, like the low growl of a wild beast, making everyone's eardrums tingle, and the discussions were gradually suppressed by this strange sound.

All eyes were drawn to the red-glowing alchemy furnace.

The alchemists looked even more solemn. They could clearly feel the powerful fluctuations of spiritual energy, a phenomenon that only appeared during the refining of high-level pills.

Their eyes held shock, doubt, and an undisguised awe.

However, Lu Jinxuan, the owner of the alchemy furnace, seemed to be completely oblivious to this astonishing phenomenon.

She stood beside the furnace with focused concentration, like a statue, her fingertips dancing with tiny flames as she precisely controlled the temperature inside.

She didn't panic at all because of this sudden change; on the contrary, she became even more focused.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she didn't even have time to wipe them away.

She was surrounded by a faint medicinal fragrance, a calming and soothing aura that contrasted sharply with the violent energy emanating from the alchemy furnace.

She would occasionally glance at Mo Chenfan and wink at him, the cunning in her eyes making Mo Chenfan feel reassured.

The vibrations of the alchemy furnace gradually subsided, and the red light gradually faded, but a chilling residual power still lingered in the air.

At this moment, the square was completely silent. Everyone was stunned by this sudden change and dared not make a sound.

Mo Chenfan took a deep breath; he knew this was his last chance.

His gaze was firm as he channeled his spiritual power into the communication magic treasure, and his clear voice resounded throughout the square, "Everyone, I, Mo Chenfan, am not some divine being descended from heaven, but today, I am willing to accept this heavy responsibility, to lead everyone in resisting the demon race and protecting our homeland!"

His voice was full of power, no longer as timid as before.

He knew that Lu Jinxuan and all those who believed in him stood behind him, and he couldn't let them down.

"You claim to be the new king, but do you have any proof? And where is the sword of the capital?" The minister challenged again, his tone clearly questioning.

Mo Chenfan faced the situation calmly. He slowly raised his hand, a faint white light flashing at his fingertips. "The sword of the capital is not about form, but about heart. I hold the sword of the capital in my hand because I have the belief to protect all living beings!"

His words carried weight and conviction; though there was no physical evidence, they inspired a strange sense of conviction.

The various sects and forces looked at each other, feeling the intimidating aura emanating from the alchemy furnace, and no one dared to stand up and question it at this moment.

They knew that the owner of this alchemy furnace was no ordinary person, and that making a rash move would only bring unnecessary trouble.

Mo Chenfan's speech continued, in which he used sincere words to describe his vision for the future and depict the peaceful and prosperous world in his heart.

His voice was passionate and inspiring, full of hope and strength, which gradually moved everyone present.

Just then, a figure quickly broke away from the crowd, attracting no attention, and sped off towards the horizon.