Chapter 312 - 309: The Sixth Transformation True Monarch’s Struggle

Chapter 312: Chapter 309: The Sixth Transformation True Monarch’s Struggle

’Where am I?’

Stepping out of the portal, Liu Qingmeng scanned her surroundings, her eyes filled with vigilance.

She now stood in a sealed, secret chamber, in the center of which was a bed of translucent white jade.

The white jade before her radiated a chilling air, and a visible mist engulfed her ankles.

As she surveyed her surroundings, she realized the chamber was completely sealed, with no way out.

She was imprisoned here alone, and her cultivation had been suppressed to the Profound Gate Ninth Layer—the weakest she had been in her entire career.

WHOOSH—

As she was lost in thought, a woman of otherworldly grace and unparalleled beauty abruptly appeared on the Cold Jade Bed.

The woman squinted at Liu Qingmeng with delight. "Not bad. You have passed my, Ying Han True Monarch’s, test. You may inherit my mantle."

"Senior, you are the Sixth Transformation True Monarch?" Liu Qingmeng asked uncertainly.

"I am. But only a wisp of my soul remains. I have no hope of being reborn, and only wish to pass on my mantle."

A gratified smile appeared on the True Monarch’s face. "We are both women. For you to have come this far, especially with the Martial Dao in the outside world in decline, makes you a suitable candidate."

’Inherit the mantle of a Sixth Turn expert?’

Even Liu Qingmeng’s heart pounded at the olive branch the True Monarch offered.

No one in the entire history of Jiejian Mountain had ever reached the Sixth Turn. ’Could I be the first?’

But after hesitating, Liu Qingmeng said, "True Monarch, where are the others? The junior who was with me has peerless talent, far surpassing my own. Perhaps he is more suitable to inherit your mantle. If carefully nurtured, reaching the Seventh or Eighth Turn in the future would not be a mere fantasy. He might even be able to save you from your plight in the great river of time."

"You mean that First Turn junior?" the True Monarch said coldly. "I have already teleported everyone else out of the secret realm. They will each have their own opportunities to find. My mantle is only passed down to women."

"Only women can support other women. What right do those men have to inherit my mantle?"

As she spoke, Ying Han held up a lustrous, translucent red pill.

"This is a Realm-Breaking Pill. In his time, the Celestial Joy Ancestor sought to attain the Dao through lust, brazenly abducting female Martial Artists in his bid to reach the Fifth Turn."

"I captured him just as he was about to break through and condensed the entirety of his spiritual light into this very pill. It can guarantee your breakthrough to the Fifth Turn Realm."

"However, the Joyful Union Skill is potent. After you consume the pill, you will need to suppress the lustful desires within your body. The chilling air of the Cold Jade Bed will help you quell these distracting thoughts during your breakthrough."

"Swallow it and break through. After a few years, once your realm has stabilized, you will use your Fifth Turn cultivation and your status as a woman to sweep through the world, rule over all nations, and establish a great female Empire! Only then will the true might of our gender be shown."

Ying Han’s eyes were feverish with fanaticism, leaving Liu Qingmeng speechless. ’Looks like this True Monarch might be an extreme feminist. Still, with her power, she’s more than capable of supporting such ideals.’

The next moment, Ying Han held the Realm-Breaking Pill before Liu Qingmeng. "Hurry and swallow it, then break through to the next realm."

Gazing hesitantly at the scarlet pill before her, she caught a faint, strange fragrance. "True Monarch, isn’t this a bit too rushed?"

"What, you don’t trust me?" Ying Han gave a slight smile. "Even if I am only a remnant soul, had I any ill intent, a mere Fourth Turn like you would be unable to resist, no?"

In the next instant, Liu Qingmeng felt her body move against her will as her hand rose to accept the Realm-Breaking Pill.

Trapped in this completely sealed chamber, Liu Qingmeng knew she probably couldn’t leave without breaking through to the Fifth Turn.

She could only sigh softly and say, "Thank you for bestowing this pill, True Monarch."

With that said, Liu Qingmeng sat on the Cold Jade Bed and immediately felt her Spirit Platform clear.

’It really is a supreme treasure for stabilizing the mind,’ she marveled internally as she swallowed the pill in a single gulp.

As Liu Qingmeng swallowed the pill, a flash of satisfaction appeared in Ying Han’s eyes.

...

Deep within the secret realm, Ying Han watched Fang Can’s mind remain perfectly still and unshaken, and a nameless fire ignited in her heart.

"You know, I am incredibly jealous of your ability. So jealous it’s driving me mad," Ying Han said, her voice strangely hollow.

"You are like a king, born to stand at the pinnacle of all creation. The realms that others desperately seek are nothing but passing scenery on your life’s path."

"Countless people pursue the Martial Dao to extremes, abandoning their wives and children to travel unburdened, only to collapse at the foot of the mountain."

"And yet an anomaly like you presumes to stand at the summit while shouldering the great boulder of morality. That in itself is the ultimate arrogance."

"So what?" Fang Can stated flatly. "I have the ability to do it, don’t I?"

"You, with your effortless success, so high and mighty!" Ying Han sneered. "Seeing a cheater like you just makes me sick."

"Unlike me. I was born into poverty. My mother was a famous beauty in the surrounding villages, but she eloped with a degenerate gambler and had me."

Her voice turning hollow, Ying Han suddenly began to recount her life story.

"When I was young, I never understood why the children of rich families wore fine clothes and ate lavish meals, while I couldn’t even keep myself warm and fed."

"I was clearly smarter and better-looking than all of them, yet I was the one they bullied."

"Then one day, I had an epiphany. The reason I was so poor and miserable wasn’t my fault—it was the fault of the system."

"The only thing separating me from everyone else was my bloodline. Those people didn’t live well because they were exceptional; they lived well because they had a rich dad."

"If a rich dad had been the one to fuck my mom back then instead of that degenerate gambler, then I could’ve worn fine clothes and eaten lavish meals, too! I could’ve practiced martial arts!"

Fang Can: "..."

Ying Han continued, "From that day on, I understood one principle: if you can’t change yourself, then change the system."

Fang Can froze. ’Wait, that’s not right, is it?’

"Men are all the same. With a pretty face, you can have a whole crowd of them eating out of your hand with a crook of your finger. And when that happens, won’t the money just come rolling in?"

"In a situation like that, what do you think I did?" Ying Han asked.

"So... you decided to sell your body?" Fang Can ventured.

"Of course not. I just sold my mom for a good price."

A faint smile appeared on Ying Han’s face as she continued,

"With my dedicated matchmaking, I successfully got the young master of the Ximen family to fall for my mother. In the ensuing clash of classes between the wealthy heir and the poor young wife, my own value naturally rose with the tide."

Fang Can’s face was a mask of astonishment. He stared, dumbfounded, at the gorgeous girl before him. ’This is how you changed the system?’

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Ying Han chuckled. "My mom was happy, the young master was happy, and I was happy. As for my father, he was quite happy too, after extorting a tidy sum."

"Through my efforts, by reallocating women, I improved the system. Nobody got hurt, and I gained the qualifications to practice martial arts."

"Oh, right. You know that Pure Heart Pavilion in your mind? I’m the one who founded its predecessor, the Joyful Union Sect," Ying Han said slowly, meeting Fang Can’s stunned gaze.