Chapter 292 - 289: Taking Office in Great Derivation

Chapter 292: Chapter 289: Taking Office in Great Derivation

In the nations of the martial world, several minutes had now passed since the end of the battle.

But the aftershocks of the battle were like a rising tide, spreading out endlessly.

On the streets of the Dayan Capital, pedestrians had all stopped what they were doing.

Leaning against walls or huddled in alleyways, they held snacks in their hands, watching the battle before them with rapt attention.

In the blink of an eye, the street corners were packed with onlookers. It was like they were at an open-air cinema, staring blankly at the scenes unfolding before them.

A Profound Gate Second Layer Martial Artist watched the battle footage being broadcast and exclaimed in awe:

"So powerful! Is this what a battle between Fourth Turn experts is like? Every one of their legacies is absurdly overpowered. Did their abilities have to be this ridiculously imaginative?!"

"Holy shit!" Suddenly, a Profound Gate Fifth Layer Martial Artist’s eyes widened as he watched the Chronicler’s livestream, and he blurted out,

"Xiang Hongtu’s ability is to reverse time! That’s insane! Doesn’t that make him invincible? I have no idea how Fang Can’s side is supposed to win!"

As soon as he said that, the nearby Martial Artists and civilians who weren’t as far along in the broadcast all stared with wide eyes.

"What did you say? Xiang Hongtu’s ability is to reverse time?"

"Holy shit, I’m just watching the Fourth Turn with the Heaven-Chaos Bracelet get his organs ripped out by Ji Donglai’s teleportation."

"Damn it! If you’re watching, just watch! Don’t shout it out! Stop spoiling everything!"

...

Amidst the chorus of curses from the street, a dazed look appeared in Fu Yuxiang’s eyes.

He recalled how just a short while ago, Fang Can had taken first place in the grand tournament of nations.

Less than two months had passed between their first meeting and his own defeat. How was it that in the blink of an eye, Fang Can was leading a team against Fourth Turn experts while he was still struggling at the First Turn?

Now, in his eyes, the gap between them had grown to a despairing degree!

Sharing his sentiment were the elites of the younger generation who had challenged Fang Can on Fangcun Mountain just a few days ago. They could only watch as Fang Can took part in a battle destined to be recorded in the annals of history.

And while the people in the streets and alleys were lost in thought, a First Turn Martial Artist strode out onto the street.

He was about to do something utterly despicable.

He stopped at the end of the street. Looking at the people on both sides who were intently watching the livestream, he took a deep, sharp breath.

The next moment, an earth-shattering roar erupted from his mouth:

"Fang Can wins in the end! Not a single person on their side dies!"

"Yi Tianxing is played to death in the end! Fang Can beats him in all seven games!"

"Xiang Hongtu has two lives! One is taken out by a replicator-type who sacrifices himself, and the other ends when the Sect Leader of Jiejian Mountain beheads him."

...

After he had spoiled everything that was to come at the top of his lungs, the entire street fell silent.

Once his words sank in, a tsunami of curses erupted from all directions:

"HOLY SHIT!"

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

"LIKE WE NEEDED YOU TO TELL US!"

...

Then, listening with satisfaction to the curses that echoed from nearly half the city because of his spoilers, the First Turn Martial Artist happily slipped away.

Meanwhile, leaving aside the amusing incidents on the streets...

In the imperial capital of Great Derivation, Prince Qing and the others now all stood inside the great hall, their expressions tense.

Jinluan Hall was now incredibly silent and desolate compared to the bustling scenes of discussion from before. The number of people present had been reduced by more than half.

Most of them had been taken away by the content fiends to be used as material.

The only Third Turn experts left in the entire imperial court were Prince Qing and Elder Yang. It was as if the court had undergone yet another great purge.

Once the livestream ended and they had witnessed Fang Can’s group defeat the Fourth Turn experts, they had gathered in the hall to wait.

They were waiting for the dark moment that would decide their fates.

The next moment, two figures abruptly teleported into the great hall.

The instant they appeared, most of the officials in attendance adopted the deference they would show an emperor and immediately bowed low.

"I’ll leave you to handle things here," Ji Donglai said. "Contact me directly if there’s any danger. We’re taking off." ℴ

Right now, Fang Can was the most suitable person to represent the superpower users and take control of Great Derivation.

After all, he had connections to both the imperial family and Jiejian Mountain, and they had killed all of Great Derivation’s other Fourth Turn experts.

Furthermore, Fang Can’s intuition could detect danger, so he wouldn’t be taken out in a sneak attack by a Fourth Turn expert from an enemy nation.

There was also the Chronicler, who might successfully break through to the Fifth Turn, and it was impossible to know what his next move would be.

Under these circumstances, Ji Donglai could maximize his effectiveness by lying low and remaining hidden.

After all, nobody wanted to face a hidden, potential enemy. This was true for Ji Donglai and every other Fourth Turn expert.

"No problem," Fang Can agreed.

’I’d rather not deal with this post-war cleanup—it’s far less relaxing than quiet cultivation—but we’re short-staffed right now, so I’m the only one who’s right for the job.’

After a few more words of instruction, Ji Donglai turned, his scarred face twisting as he issued a harsh warning:

"You lot! If you don’t want to die, you will listen to Fang Can in everything that follows. You will revere him the way you revere your own ancestors!"

"Otherwise, I’ll dig up your ancestral graves and send you to meet your ancestors personally!"

"We will obey Lord Ji Donglai’s command!" the civil and military officials chorused in low voices, their tone betraying no hint of resentment.

After all, this was how they had always behaved toward Fourth Turn experts. The master standing over them had simply changed.

The imperial court had always served as someone’s dog. Now, they just had a new set of masters. It made little difference.

With a last glance at this group of officials who didn’t even possess superpowers, Ji Donglai gave a cold snort and vanished.

’If I weren’t worried that too much killing might trigger some contingency left behind by the Founding Ancestor of Great Derivation, I wouldn’t have left so many of these eyesores alive.’

Once Ji Donglai was gone, Fang Can waved his hand with a calm smile. "Alright, everyone, you can rise. I’m a pretty reasonable person."

At Fang Can’s words, the officials let out a collective sigh of relief. They were at least familiar with Fang Can’s temperament and knew he wasn’t as tyrannical as Ji Donglai.

A few of the older officials had just begun to rise when they heard a low voice murmur, "Hey, wait. Are you guys really getting up?"

The moment those words were spoken, the officials all froze, caught in an awkward posture—not quite standing, but not quite kneeling either.

"Alright, I’m just kidding," Fang Can said in a leisurely tone as he sat down on the ice-cold Dragon Throne. "Hurry and rise. Anyone who stays on the ground is just disrespecting me, you know."

Hearing this, the officials felt as if they had received a royal pardon and scrambled to their feet. They then heard the young man on the Dragon Throne ask, "So... the Wan family. What’s their situation?"

’The Wan family? Which Wan family?’

Fang Can’s question made the officials’ minds go blank, and for a moment, they were unable to react.

Prince Qing, however, was the first to react. "You must be referring to Wan Chenyu’s Wan family, from before you entered the Capital City. Their Patriarch, a Third Turn expert, was captured by your group three days ago."