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Chapter 433 The Young Swordsman's Tale: Underworld Chapter 1

Snow fell heavily, and the wind was biting cold.

Inside the Pingqing Hall, wisps of smoke slowly rose from an exquisitely designed incense burner, but before the fragrance could spread throughout the hall, it was mercilessly swallowed up by the strong aroma of medicinal soup.

Emperor Tai'an, who had been confined to his palace for a month, initially only suffered from a slight cold. However, after drinking bowl after bowl of bitter medicinal soup, his condition not only failed to improve but worsened. Now, he is bedridden and on the verge of death.

The emperor has no private matters, let alone such a major event as the emperor's serious illness.

The princes began to stir, and even Emperor Tai'an's brothers were making frequent small moves.

Finally, amidst the power struggle among various factions, Apocalypse City inevitably descended into unprecedented chaos.

Various factions simultaneously sought help from martial arts forces, and countless assassins infiltrated Tianqi City, launching a ruthless massacre against the important officials of the court.

For a time, the people of Tianqi City were filled with fear and unease, and everyone felt insecure.

Faced with this situation, Emperor Tai'an was so angry that his eyes widened and he almost spit fire.

However, plagued by serious illness, he could only watch helplessly as these things happened.

Fortunately, Langya King Xiao Ruofeng stepped forward in time, gathering four people: Jianxin successor Li Xinyue, Baixiaotang leader Ji Ruofeng, Tangmen Tang Lianyue, and Xueyue City Sikong Changfeng. Together, they formed the Tianqi Inner Guard, eliminating these assassins one by one and temporarily stabilizing the situation.

Seeing this, Emperor Tai'an finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his resolve to pass the throne to Xiao Ruofeng became even stronger.

Two more months have passed, and the year is drawing to a close.

Faced with the increasingly urgent situation, the six princes, including the Prince of Qing, could no longer suppress their anxiety and chose to stage a coup in desperation.

Outside the hall, the shouts of battle were deafening, and the air was thick with the stench of blood amidst the glint of swords.

Inside the palace, Emperor Tai'an felt his body growing increasingly heavy, knowing that he had reached the point of exhaustion.

Despite his grief, he mustered his strength and used his last bit of energy to write his will.

Looking at the imperial edict held in the hands of Qi Tianchen and Zhuoxin respectively, Emperor Tai'an felt as if a piece of his heart had suddenly gone empty.

He has only been on the throne for eighteen years, just eighteen years!

Why couldn't God let him live a few more years?

Emperor Tai'an was filled with resentment and regret, but also with a sense of relief.

He chose the best heir for the country, though it came at the cost of several of his other sons.

But it doesn't matter. With Ruofeng's abilities, he will definitely lead Beili to glory, and that's enough.

Emperor Tai'an thought this through and finally slowly closed his eyes.

After confirming the death of Emperor Tai'an, Qi Tianchen and the five eunuchs exchanged glances and slowly pushed open the door of Pingqing Palace.

Outside the door was a scene of bloodshed.

Meanwhile, Emperor Tai'an, who was left alone in the palace, inexplicably felt a lightness in his body, as if he had been freed from some kind of shackle, and his whole body regained consciousness.

"Could it be that my life is not yet over?"

Emperor Tai'an was overjoyed and hurriedly opened his eyes, only to find two underworld officials standing by his bedside.

One of them was holding a booklet in his left hand and a pen in his right, and was writing and drawing diligently in the booklet.

After a long while, he looked up, closed the booklet, and nodded to another underworld official: "That's right, this is the one we're going to meet today."

Upon hearing this, another underworld official silently nodded, took out a soul-catching token that shimmered with an eerie light from his robes, and gently shook it three times towards Emperor Tai'an on the bed.

Emperor Tai'an was shocked and about to plead for mercy when he felt an inexplicable force binding him tightly. His body became weak and powerless, his mind went blank, and he felt a sudden darkness before his eyes. When he regained his senses, his soul had already fallen to the ground.

Ignoring the struggling Emperor Tai'an, the two underworld messengers traversed the gloomy underworld and headed straight for the netherworld.

After recounting his merits and demerits before King Yama, Emperor Tai'an learned that he would have to wait several more decades before being reincarnated. In a daze, he was sucked into an exquisite palace.

"Look at how dejected he is, he doesn't look like a descendant of the Xiao family at all!"

Emperor Tai'an raised his head with difficulty and saw several people standing in the hall, scrutinizing him with an air of superiority.

The leader, though young, exuded an air of dominance. He sat on his throne, glancing sideways at a certain spot in the hall. Only after hearing the voice did he reluctantly glance in the direction of Emperor Tai'an.

There was a clear hint of disdain in the man's eyes. After looking him up and down, he casually ordered, "Drag him away and do it the old way."

Emperor Tai'an was stunned. Before he could react, a familiar figure stepped out from the crowd. His eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, "Father!"

Emperor Mingguan glanced at him with disdain, walked straight up to him, and roughly dragged him into a side hall.

Immediately afterwards, a barrage of punches and kicks rained down on Emperor Tai'an, as the father continued, "Son! I have no choice. This is a rule passed down from our ancestors. Any good-for-nothing descendant of the Xiao family will receive a beating like this when they descend to the underworld!"

Emperor Tai'an howled in pain as he was beaten, clutching his head with both hands, squatting on the ground, and crying with a face full of grievance, "Father, I have been diligent and conscientious during my reign and have never made the slightest mistake! Why must I be beaten like this?"

Although Emperor Mingguan disliked this son, seeing his miserable state, he couldn't help but feel a touch of paternal tenderness.

He silently loosened his grip, sighed, and said:

"Emperor Tianwu was an unparalleled genius who rose from humble beginnings to achieve a great empire and establish the Northern Li Kingdom. Naturally, his eye for people was extremely discerning. Almost every member of the Xiao royal family who came after him had to endure a beating. The fact that you're only letting your father do the beating is already considered very lenient."

Besides, if you reflect carefully on the things you did during your time in office, you'll realize that this beating wasn't unjustified!

Upon hearing his father's words, Emperor Tai'an burst into tears.

A moment later, just as Emperor Mingguan was about to carry the nearly beaten Emperor Tai'an back to the main hall, he heard a series of exclamations coming from inside. He quickly quickened his pace, craned his neck, and asked curiously, "What happened? What happened? What's going on?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. The moment he spoke, everyone in the hall focused their attention on him like a spotlight, or more accurately, on the Emperor Tai'an he was carrying.

"Snapped!"

Emperor Mingguan was startled by the sudden gaze, and his hand slipped, causing him to throw Emperor Tai'an to the ground like a rag.

He hurriedly stepped into the crowd, turned around, and, like everyone else, scrutinized Emperor Tai'an on the ground: "What... trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

As he spoke, his gaze would occasionally drift towards Emperor Tianwu, Xiao Yi, who stood majestically on the throne.