You Still Have More Important Business After This?!
"This is an outrageous waste!
How is this showing devotion to the Divine Emissary?!
A sleeve—using a sleeve—is far inferior to using my beard!"
The Prime Minister of Star Luo, that white-bearded fox, trembled with indignation as he internally cursed Dai Weisi's incompetence.
"My goat beard—grown for sixty years—is smooth and glossy, warm in winter, cool in summer, and carries a faint scholarly fragrance.
Using it to dust off the Divine Emissary's shoes… wouldn't that be a tale passed down for generations?"
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it sounded.
His old body even leaned forward slightly—
Eager.
Very eager.
But at that exact moment—
Zhu Zhuyun lifted her foot.
The black high heel—freshly wiped clean by Dai Weisi—came down lightly but decisively on the back of his hand.
Dai Weisi's flattering smile froze instantly.
He looked up, forcing his expression even softer, even more flattering.
"Zhuyun, you… stepped on my hand? Are you tired? Should I fetch you a chair?"
What he met—
Was a pair of eyes as cold as frost.
Emotionless.
Unmoved.
Indifferent.
Dai Weisi's heart plummeted.
An ominous premonition detonated in his chest.
The pressure on the back of his hand—
Slowly began to increase.
"Crack… crunch…"
Fragile bone cracked under her heel, the sound echoing clearly in the grand hall.
Dai Weisi's smile twisted grotesquely.
Cold sweat rolled down like rain.
He wanted to cry out—
But when he turned his head—
His father, Dai Tianfeng, was staring at him.
Helpless.
Cold.
Warning.
A subtle shake of the head—
Endure it.
Endure it for the Star Luo Empire.
Endure it for your life.
Endure it because the person stepping on you might as well be a goddess.
Dai Weisi understood.
Teeth clenched, veins popping, he let her heel grind the bones in his palm into powder.
"Crrrk… crkk…"
The sharp sound scraped against the ears of everyone in the hall.
Dai Weisi trembled violently, his face white as death—
yet he still forced his lips upward in a smile uglier than sobbing.
Not a single groan escaped him.
Zhu Zhuyun's eyes grew bored.
Weak.
Pointless.
Annoying.
His will was stronger than Dai Mubai's—
But ultimately, he was still just a fool who didn't understand reality.
If not for the power Lin Feng had bestowed upon her…
She would have killed Dai Weisi just as casually.
She flicked her foot.
BANG.
Dai Weisi flew out like a rag doll and crashed to the ground.
Only then did everyone in the hall—emperor, prince, ministers alike—exhale in unison.
Dai Tianfeng didn't look at his son's mangled hand.
He stepped forward, preparing to speak.
But Zhu Zhuyun had already turned around.
Not even sparing them another glance.
"My private matters are handled."
Cold.
Calm.
Unshakable.
She addressed Ning Fengzhi:
"The rest is up to you."
Private matters?
Everyone in the grand hall was stunned.
Trampling a prince to death…
Crushing another prince's hand…
In the main imperial hall…
In front of the emperor…
This—THIS—was your private matter?!
Then what counts as official business?!
As the hall froze in confusion, Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly toward Zhu Zhuyun in apology.
Then—
For the first time—
He stepped past her.
He stood at the front.
And in that instant—
The humble, deferential Ning Fengzhi vanished.
What replaced him—
Was unprecedented authority.
Grave.
Majestic.
His gaze swept across the hall—
Civil officials trembling.
Military generals sweating.
Dai Tianfeng trying to maintain composure.
A corpse cooling on the floor.
Then Ning Fengzhi looked up slightly—
His voice steady.
Soft.
Yet carrying divine weight.
"Delivering Senior's oral decree."
BOOM.
The three words detonated inside Dai Tianfeng's mind.
Oral decree.
An oracle.
Not from Zhu Zhuyun.
Not from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
But—
From a Divinity.
Meaning—
Ning Fengzhi…
Had personally met the Divine.
"Thud!"
No one knew who knelt first.
But soon—
ALL civil and military officials fell to their knees in perfect unison.
Even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo stood behind Ning Fengzhi with lowered heads, hands respectfully at their sides.
Finally—
Under Ning Fengzhi's cold gaze—
Under the crushing dread of the unknown Divine—
The Star Luo Emperor slowly placed his hand over his chest.
A head that had never bowed since his coronation—
Lowered.
"Star Luo Empire, Dai Tianfeng—
respectfully receives the divine oracle."
In Feng Ran Pavilion—
Chrysanthemum Douluo snickered:
"Look at School Master Ning posturing—
He's learned how to wield power to intimidate."
No one responded.
Beside him, Ghost Douluo murmured:
"If you had a Senior supporting you,
You'd posture ten times harder."
Chrysanthemum Douluo stiffened.
His gaze drifted toward the counter—
Where Lin Feng lay enjoying Bibi Dong's gentle massage.
Suddenly—
He remembered that day.
That gaze.
That crushing spiritual suppression.
The terror of kneeling helplessly without being able to circulate spirit power.
Cold sweat instantly drenched his back.
His spine shrank by half a meter.
"You… you're right…"
Meanwhile, inside the light screen—
Ning Fengzhi's voice resounded:
"Star Luo Emperor Dai Tianfeng—
you are ordered to arrive at Feng Ran Pavilion in Spirit City within three days
to kowtow and apologize for the actions of your son, Dai Mubai."
"If you do not arrive within three days—
the Star Luo throne will pass to another surname."
Each word slammed into Dai Tianfeng's skull like an iron nail.
He froze.
Mind blank.
Feng Ran Pavilion?
Spirit City?
Kowtow and apologize?
None of that mattered.
One thought devoured everything—
That rebellious son Mubai…
offended a Divinity?!
His entire body turned numb.
Cold sweat flooded out beneath his dragon robe, soaking the imperial garment until it clung icily to his skin.
He tried to maintain the dignity of a ruler—
But the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
The hall erupted into whispers.
No one cared about etiquette anymore.
"Dai Mubai! That disgrace!"
An elderly minister trembled with relief and lingering terror.
"I said it long ago! He was weak-willed—the first prince in history to flee without fighting! A humiliation to the imperial family!"
"Your Majesty! This old minister once petitioned to strip him of his title! Confine him for life! But you wouldn't listen!"
"Now look! He has brought calamity onto our Empire!"
A general slammed his thigh.
"He died too easily! He should've been dismembered! Ground to dust!"
"To provoke a Divinity—
unforgivable!"
"He deserved death! Divine Emissary Zhu killed him beautifully!"
"Beautifully!"
Listening to these shameless deflections, Dai Tianfeng's lips trembled.
He swallowed hard and forced out a question—
"I… I beg School Master Ning to tell me—
how exactly did that rebellious son provoke a Divinity?"
Ning Fengzhi looked at the once-arrogant emperor kneeling before him.
A trace of unhidden schadenfreude flashed in his eyes.
"He…"
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