Rebirth of Jinxuan

Tian Di's eyes sharpened as he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow streaking across the sky. He thought to himself, "This is bad!" Almost simultaneously, an elder of the Dark Alliance whispered in his ear, "Someone has returned to Dream Island to report." Tian Di frowned and looked worriedly at Mo Chenfan, who was speaking eloquently.

In the square, Mo Chenfan's voice was still loud and clear, describing a prosperous future, unaware that the seeds of danger had already been sown.

Dream Island, a royal palace, with carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent in gold.

Mu Lan, dressed in a green robe, sat leisurely in front of the chessboard, holding a white chess piece in her hand, but her gaze drifted out the window.

"Your Highness's chess skills have improved quite a bit," Mu Lan chuckled, placing a white piece on the chessboard.

The eldest prince's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat as he smiled obsequiously, "Master Mulan is too kind. In your presence, my meager skills are truly insignificant." He carefully observed Mulan's expression, doing his utmost to please her.

Mu Lan appeared focused on the chess game, but in reality, she had already taken in all the happenings inside and outside the palace.

His purpose in coming here was ostensibly to play chess with the eldest prince, but in reality, it was to monitor the royal family's movements.

The news from Kyoto came faster than he had expected.

Almost at the same time, a message talisman flew into the palace and landed in the hands of the eldest prince.

The eldest prince unfolded the teacup and took a look. His expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly, causing the teacup in his hand to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.

Porcelain shards flew and tea spilled, mirroring his flustered state of mind.

"This is outrageous!..." He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his anger barely contained.

"What happened that made the Crown Prince so angry?" Mu Lan asked calmly, feigning ignorance.

The eldest prince took a deep breath and handed the communication talisman to Mu Lan. "Master, please take a look. This is a message from the Demon Hunting Group in the capital. Mo Chenfan... he has actually declared himself king!"

Mu Lan took the communication talisman, glanced at it, and a barely perceptible cold smile appeared on her lips.

He put down the communication talisman and said indifferently, "Oh? Declaring yourself king? That's interesting." The eldest prince paced back and forth anxiously. "Master, this matter is of utmost importance. We must send troops to suppress it as soon as possible! Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable!" He walked up to Mu Lan, cupped his hands, and said, "I beg your help, Master!"

The eldest prince was eager to seek Mu Lan's support, but he did not notice Mu Lan's words. "Your Highness, do not be hasty," Mu Lan slowly got up, walked to the window, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance. "This matter needs to be considered carefully." His voice sounded calm, but it concealed a murderous intent.

"Deliberately plan?" The eldest prince frowned and said urgently, "The situation in the capital is critical. How can we deliberate for a long time? I will beat the drums and gather the generals to send troops to the capital!"

Mu Lan turned around, her gaze sharp as a knife as it fell on the panicked Crown Prince. "Why is the Crown Prince in such a hurry?"

Mu Lan coldly looked at the eldest prince, "Do you think you can easily send troops? How could you possibly understand the situation in the capital?" With that, he suddenly attacked. The eldest prince felt a powerful force rushing towards him, and before he could dodge, Mu Lan's palm had already struck him.

The eldest prince clearly heard the sound of his meridians breaking. A sharp pain spread throughout his body. He stared wide-eyed at Mu Lan in disbelief. He tried to speak but spat out a mouthful of blood and then collapsed to the ground, dead.

Mu Lan stared expressionlessly at the Crown Prince's corpse. He absolutely could not allow the Crown Prince to act rashly and ruin the demon race's plans. Moreover, the Crown Prince never knew his identity as a demon until his death.

Meanwhile, after receiving the news, the Dharma Protectors Wuxin and Luoyan quietly infiltrated Dream Island.

They led their demon soldiers, moving through the palace like ghosts.

The royal guards felt a sinister aura permeate the air, and before they could even see the enemy clearly, they were subdued.

Soon, the demon race seized control of the royal power, and the entire Dream Island fell into a deathly silence.

Inside Kyoto, Mo Chenfan continued his impassioned speech, his voice echoing across the square.

The disciples from different sects had different expressions. Some were full of excitement, as if they had seen new hope; others had furrowed brows and were filled with doubt.

Mo Chenfan's gaze swept over the crowd, secretly plotting how to establish his authority.

He knew that his cultivation level was not high, and if he wanted to establish his authority, he had to find an appropriate way. However, this way made him somewhat conflicted. His eyes darted back and forth between his confidants, and his fingers unconsciously clenched.

The audience below the stage had no idea what he was thinking; they simply waited quietly for his next move.

When Mo Chenfan finished his speech, thunderous applause and deafening cheers erupted in the square.

He raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. The applause gradually subsided, but a strange tension could be felt in the air.

Mo Chenfan took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below the stage. An indescribable pressure emanated from him, making everyone feel breathless.

He needs to establish his authority to deter those who are restless and unwilling to submit.

He fixed his gaze on Zhang Yuxi in the crowd.

Zhang Yuxi felt a tightness in her heart when she sensed Mo Chenfan's gaze.

Mo Chenfan nodded slightly, gesturing for Zhang Yuxi to step forward.

Zhang Yuxi steeled herself and walked to Mo Chenfan's side, bowing respectfully.

"Yuxi," Mo Chenfan's voice was deep and powerful, "where is the King's Sword now?"

Zhang Yuxi paused for a moment, then replied, "Your Majesty, the King's Sword is in Qian Feng's hands."

Mo Chenfan turned to look at Qian Feng, and Qian Feng felt Mo Chenfan's sharp gaze, causing his body to tremble involuntarily.

He gripped the King's Sword tightly in his hand, the patterns on the hilt digging painfully into his palm.

“Qian Feng,” Mo Chenfan’s voice carried an undeniable air of authority, “present the King’s Sword.”

Qian Feng gritted his teeth, feeling somewhat unwilling.

This King's Sword was a gift from his master, so why should it be given to Mo Chenfan?

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately reluctantly threw the King's Sword.

The King's Sword drew a silver arc in the air, heading straight for Mo Chenfan.

Mo Chenfan was startled when he saw the King's Sword flying towards him, and instinctively tried to dodge.

He didn't expect Qian Feng to throw the sword at him directly.

This king's sword is incredibly sharp; if he couldn't catch it, his hand would probably be severed.

"Your Majesty, be careful!" Zhang Yuxi exclaimed.

Mo Chenfan's face was pale as he watched helplessly as the King's Sword drew ever closer...

"Gu Qing!" Mo Chenfan suddenly shouted.

Gu Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.

She was closest to Mo Chenfan and had no time to react, let alone dodge.

In a flash, Mo Chenfan grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly in front of him.

The King's Sword, imbued with a sharp sword aura, flew straight towards Gu Qing.

"Your Majesty!" Gu Qing exclaimed in surprise, but she was powerless to change the situation.

She could feel the chill of the King's Sword approaching, as if it would pierce her body at any moment.

In the nick of time, she instinctively raised her hands, trying to block the fatal blow.

A crisp metallic clang echoed across the square.

The King's Sword landed steadily in Gu Qing's hands.

The sword hummed, and the powerful force made her hands go numb and her arms ache.

She gritted her teeth and bravely caught the sword that was powerful enough to cleave her in two.

Gu Qing was both shocked and angry, but dared not show it in the slightest.

She endured the pain and slowly raised the King's Sword above her head, respectfully presenting it to Mo Chenfan: "Your Majesty, the King's Sword."

Mo Chenfan proudly accepted the King's Sword. As he held the hilt, a warm, smooth sensation came through his hand.

He gently stroked the sword, a smile playing on his lips.

He glanced sideways at Gu Qing, whose face was pale.

The square was completely silent; everyone was stunned by Mo Chenfan's actions.

They never expected Mo Chenfan to use this method to obtain the King's Sword, and they were even more surprised that Gu Qing actually caught the sword.

"He...he actually..."

"Commander Gu Qing... she actually..."

A murmur arose from the crowd.

Everyone was filled with questions. They didn't know what Mo Chenfan would do next, but they knew that what happened next would determine their fate.

Mo Chenfan held the King's Sword, feeling the power emanating from its blade. His gaze slowly swept over the crowd, finally settling on Zhang Yuxi, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips.

“Zhang Yuxi,” his voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable air of authority, “do you dare to fight me?”