Chapter 10: The Emperor's Broke?
Upon seeing Tian Yan's golden-hued eyes, Shen Hao chuckled softly but chose not to expose her.
Tian Yan possessed a unique innate talent—"Autumn Eyes, Mirror Soul: Masters of Observation."
From childhood, certain fine meridians in her eyes had miraculously opened, allowing her to channel true qi. She could see through the flow of internal energy within a person's meridians, distinguish truth from lies, and pierce through illusions. She was the ultimate nemesis of the Zhu clan's thousand disguises.
This technique even allowed her to read heart rhythms to detect lies and recognize the disguise arts of the Obsidian Qilin.
In combat, Tian Yan could anticipate her opponent's moves by tracking the flow of their energy.
But of course, this talent only worked on those within her level. If someone was significantly more powerful, it became useless.
It was a gift from birth—what one might call a "bloodline limit" in martial arts.
As Xuandezi sat nearby, eyes closed in meditation, he suddenly sensed someone spying on him.
His brows furrowed. In an instant, his gaze locked onto Tian Yan.
A terrifying pressure surged in her direction.
Caught in the vortex, Tian Yan felt as if Mount Tai had crashed down upon her, making it hard to breathe.
She was stunned. That overwhelming, suffocating sense of being targeted—Xuandezi was actually a Grandmaster?!
Though people said that innates were as common as dogs and masters walked the streets, the world was vast. The average person might never encounter a single Master in their entire life—let alone a Grandmaster.
There were only a handful of them across the entire martial world.
Sure, experts like Shi Feixuan, Wanwan, Jiang Yuyan, and Su Quan were top-tier geniuses of the younger generation, already at the Master level.
But in truth, they were the favored daughters of various holy lands, their powers built upon endless resources and rare treasures.
Such elite prodigies could be counted on one hand. The martial world still largely belonged to postnatal martial artists.
Yet somehow, the Great Zhou Imperial Court, which had been considered on the decline, had quietly hidden away a Grandmaster?
Unbelievable. Even Yin Queen Zhu Yuyan of the Yin Kui Sect wasn't one.
Even the famous Cihang Jingzhai didn't have a Grandmaster.
Though, to be fair, Cihang Jingzhai's diplomatic charm was second to none.
The Demon Sect's Pang Ban was the only one to have cultivated the legendary Three Flowers Gathered at the Crown—a strategic-level powerhouse.
Even so, the Cihang sisters had managed to cripple him in battle.
If I can't beat you, I'll still ruin you.
Still, compared to the Demon Sect, Cihang Jingzhai had more devoted suitors—many of them Grandmaster-level.
The Four Sacred Monks of the Buddhist sect, and Daoist master Ning Daoqi—those were terrifying alliances.
No wonder Cihang Jingzhai's overall strength seemed so dominant.
As that crushing pressure bore down on her, Tian Yan quickly turned her head toward Shen Hao.
Only then did the suffocating weight disappear.
But when she glanced at Shen Hao's meridians... she was taken aback.
She realized his kidney meridian, one of the Eight Extraordinary Vessels, had already been severed.
He may never be able to perform as a man again.
A strange feeling of pity stirred in her heart.
But that feeling vanished in an instant.
Tenderness had no place here.
Her mission was to retrieve the Imperial Seal of State. Pity couldn't help her—especially since her mother, Jing Ni, was still in the hands of the Net Trap organization.
Only by obtaining the Seal and empowering Qin's national destiny could she save her mother.
Off to the side, Wanwan and Shi Feixuan noticed the sweat glistening on Tian Yan's forehead.
Their beautiful eyes sparkled with a hint of glee.
They were absolutely delighted.
Seeing a rival stumble feels better than finding silver on the street.
Though a Grandmaster was terrifying, they were still noble daughters of sacred lands—why should they flinch?
Even a Grandmaster couldn't kill them easily.
Jiang Yuyan and Su Quan also furrowed their brows.
They too had sensed a strange and chilling aura a moment ago.
It sent shivers down their spines.
Seeing Wanwan, Shi Feixuan, and Tian Yan acting oddly, suspicion stirred in their hearts.
The atmosphere became tense.
All these women were exceptionally clever—any slight change wouldn't escape their notice.
Shen Hao stayed silent. The women kept their heads down, chewing slowly, saying nothing.
Even Zhao Min held her tongue.
She had been thoroughly countered by Shen Hao earlier.
Though their marriage was only in name, Shen Hao's line—"Marry a chicken, follow a chicken; marry a dog, follow a dog"—left her feeling unexpectedly complicated.
After all, they had gone through the ceremonial rites.
Shen Hao said no more.
Even with beauties surrounding him, dazzling his eyes—
It was useless.
He didn't even feel like flirting.
Thus, breakfast dispersed just like that.
Just as Shen Hao left, Xuandezi approached, face full of complaint.
"Your Majesty, if we continue spending like this, the Ministry of Internal Affairs won't be able to cover the palace's daily expenses."
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