Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 76 Heavy Pupils Effects

Chen Mo’s eyes widened instantly.

Assassination?

How could he be subjected to assassination?

Chen Mo carefully reviewed the simulation process this time.

Finally, he discovered a relatively crucial point.

Huangfu Hao.

Before this simulation, Huangfu Hao was assassinated every time during the simulations without his intervention.

But he himself was not subjected to assassination.

This time, it was because of his intervention that he was assassinated.

Moreover, even though he intervened in Huangfu Hao’s assassination.

He still died.

And was assassinated several times in succession.

At first, Chen Mo thought the person assassinating Huangfu Hao was from the Rebel Army.

But now, Chen Mo sensed something strange.

Huangfu Hao was killed after returning to the Capital, and it was the day after the celebration banquet.

The Capital is the safest place in the entire Great Song Dynasty.

Experts abound.

Even there are about a dozen First Grade experts.

Yet Huangfu Hao was assassinated and killed.

What does this indicate?

It indicates that when Huangfu Hao was assassinated, these dozen First Grade experts didn’t take action at all.

Otherwise, just a slight intervention, and Huangfu Hao wouldn’t have died.

After all, Huangfu Hao is a Second Grade expert and a General; even if he can’t defeat a First Grade expert, relying on his own strength and his Personal Guard, he can resist a bit, and the resultant commotion would certainly attract the attention of First Grade experts in the Capital...

Or perhaps, the assassin had absolute strength and killed Huangfu Hao instantly without anyone knowing.

After I was killed, the Eastern Depot provided the investigative result blaming Nan Zhou remnants.

When I questioned Noble Consort Hu, she said it wasn’t them.

This indicates someone between the Eastern Depot and Noble Consort Hu is lying.

Chen Mo’s main consciousness tilted more towards the Eastern Depot.

Because the Eastern Depot represents the Emperor’s will?

But why would the Emperor want to...

Chen Mo shivered violently; could it be that the attempt to assassinate him, or Huangfu Hao’s death, is also related to the Emperor?

The more he thought about it, the more plausible Chen Mo found it.

Especially on the fortieth day when two assassins came to the Imperial Palace to assassinate him.

Inside the Imperial Palace, defenses are stringent. Nan Zhou remnants don’t have such guts; if they did, with the skill level of these two assassins, a large number of people in the palace would have already been killed.

After all, at that time, he was already a Third Grade Martial Artist.

Only a standout Second Grade expert, or directly a First Grade Martial Artist, could kill him.

"No, once the cooldown period ends, I must simulate a few more times."

With a plan in mind, Chen Mo began choosing talents.

Pass on Wind God Leg.

Pass on Soul of Resurrection.

Apart from the immense strength after resurrection, it’s of no use.

Not a full-health resurrection anyway.

Even at full health, not of much use.

What’s left were Ancient Heavy Pupils and Divine Ape Martial Soul.

Chen Mo carefully picked between them.

Finally locked onto Ancient Heavy Pupils.

Between these two talents, Ancient Heavy Pupils turned out to be more practical.

Suddenly, Chen Mo’s eyes seemed reengineered; a wave of severe pain assaulted his eyes, forcing him to bend over trembling and wailing.

Even with the sheer willpower to withstand it, he couldn’t help but let out a hiss of cold breath.

"Chen Hong, you... what’s wrong with you?"

Beside him came Qing Shuang’s voice.

Then Qing Shuang said to Ye Wanqiu: "Your Grace, something’s wrong, Chen... Chen Hong seems to be in trouble..."

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanqiu paused, feeling an inexplicable momentary emptiness, dropping the wooden stick in her hand to the ground, lifting her dress and quickly rushing toward Chen Mo. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Fortunately, the wind had already died down.

The kite, instead of being blown away without the guiding line, actually descended, finally landing on the eaves of Jingru Palace.

"Qing Shuang, what’s wrong with him?" Ye Wanqiu asked anxiously.

"I don’t know, Your Grace. He was watching you fly the kite so attentively, suddenly he crouched down and then this happened..." Qing Shuang paused and then guessed:

"Could he have had an episode?"

"Possibly, Qing Shuang, you go call the Imperial Physician, I’ll help him inside to rest." Saying that, Ye Wanqiu was about to assist him.

"No... no need..." Suddenly, Chen Mo seemed okay and grabbed Ye Wanqiu’s hand, his face drenched in cold sweat, and said: "I’m fine now..."

Ye Wanqiu blushed, quickly withdrew her hand, then glanced at Qing Shuang.

Qing Shuang noticed this but dismissed it as Chen Mo acting out of urgency, without overthinking.

He looked at Ye Wanqiu, blood rushing within him.

Because he had activated the Ancient Heavy Pupils to test them.

The world before him instantly changed.

These Heavy Pupils even had a penetrating effect, directly seeing through Ye Wanqiu’s dress.

The sight was dazzlingly white.

But soon, Ye Wanqiu’s bones, blood vessels, and bodily structure were fully revealed to Chen Mo.

Feeling Chen Mo’s intense gaze, the blush on Ye Wanqiu’s face deepened, she quickly turned aside, avoiding his gaze.

Indeed, no matter how beautiful a woman is, at the end of the day, she’s still just a skeletal beauty.

From a gorgeous sight turning into skeletons, Chen Mo instantly felt less enchanted by the penetrating vision.

Ceasing activation, the world before him reverted to its original state.

At the same time, Chen Mo noticed a considerable depletion of True Qi in his Dantian.

Seeing Ye Wanqiu’s blushing face, Chen Mo could only apologize again: "Forgive my disrespect, Your Grace, Consort Jing."

"No problem..."

Ye Wanqiu lifted a strand of hair over her face, seemingly trying to mask her embarrassment, glanced at Chen Mo, and whispered: "Are... are you really alright now?"

Chen Mo shook his head, then nodded respectfully towards Ye Wanqiu, saying: "Sorry for the inconvenience, I shall take my leave for now, I’ll leave the mahjong tiles to Your Grace."

After finishing, he prepared to leave.

But Ye Wanqiu suddenly called him back.

"What’s wrong, Your Grace?" Chen Mo asked in confusion.

"Remember to come for the sachet tomorrow." Ye Wanqiu tilted her head slightly and said.

"Noted."

After this, Chen Mo turned back.

Just as he started walking, Ye Wanqiu called him again.

Chen Mo: "Hmm?"

"What scent do you like, so I can put the spice in?" Ye Wanqiu asked.

Chen Mo paused, then replied: "I don’t know, Your Grace, whatever you prefer."

Ye Wanqiu nodded, watching Chen Mo, she hesitated.

"Is there anything else, Your Grace?"

"No... nothing."

"I shall take my leave then."

"Alright."

...

"Wait."

Chen Mo hadn’t walked far and got called back again.

"Your Grace, once..."

He stopped speaking because this time it was Qing Shuang opening up; she pointed to the roof: "The kite, the kite has fallen up there."

"..."

"Pfft..." Ye Wanqiu couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter, fearing discovery, she covered her mouth quickly.