I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!-Chapter 475 - 204: Faking Death to Escape! (Seeking Subscription)_2

Chapter 475: Chapter 204: Faking Death to Escape! (Seeking Subscription)_2

"..."

Nine-thousand-year-old chuckled softly, no longer speculating about Chen Yi’s character and style.

"Back to the point, the case that Tuoba Yan is investigating involves a teacher from the Kyoto Academy."

"He is also one of the most esteemed figures in the Confucian sect within the Wei Dynasty and has repeatedly advised against the Buddhist sect."

"However, after Tuoba Yan thoroughly investigated, that teacher became the first Confucian Saint exiled to Taizhou Mountain in Wei Dynasty history."

"Due to this, the then Emperor Wei agreed to construct Dakong Temple, and his brother, Prince Kong, shaved his head to become its abbot."

Suppressing the Confucian sect while introducing the West Continent Buddhist sect.

Chen Yi quietly noted this, then asked, "Did you find this symbol on the Black Armor Guard leader?"

"That’s right," Nine-thousand-year-old was reluctant to elaborate, continuing, "And it appeared for the second time one hundred and twenty-four years ago."

"They imprinted this symbol on a Marquis at that time, the King of the Southern Garrison then."

"It is now the grandfather of the current King of the Southern Garrison, Gongye Jiahong, in the eyes of Gongye Wangyue."

"From this arose two changes: firstly, the rise of civil servants and noble families in the court, and secondly, the close ties between the King of the Southern Garrison’s lineage and the Southern Barbarian Sect."

"The third occurrence was after Fengyue Demon Emperor ascended the throne, the Demon Court moved south, nearly annihilating the Zhou Family, causing a court upheaval, leading to a balance between ’civil servants and marquises’ once again."

After listening, Chen Yi gazed at him thoughtfully and said, "It seems they are planning something?"

Nine-thousand-year-old nodded: "Indeed, the Holy Emperor thinks so too."

"Unfortunately, after investigating for so many years, I still know nothing about them."

"Don’t know their identity, don’t know their purpose, it’s as if they don’t exist in this world."

Chen Yi felt a slight stirring in his heart, not in this world?

Taizhou Mountain?

His first reaction was that the people behind this "eagle" shaped talisman came from Taizhou Mountain.

Just like Zhao Tianhe... hmm, coincidentally, I can ask them at the next Xunwangtian Dharma Assembly.

"What you’re saying, is it related to the Holy Emperor using the Chen Family as a target?" Chen Yi said thoughtfully:

"So the Holy Emperor intends to use the Chen Family to lure them out?"

"To be precise, the Holy Emperor hopes you can lure them out." Nine-thousand-year-old looked at him seriously and said:

"This matter does not involve other members of the Chen Family."

At this point, Nine-thousand-year-old paused and continued:

"From the three discoveries I know of, those people consistently target the point that influences the court’s situation."

"Although we don’t know their purpose, we can see that they don’t wish for the court to be too chaotic."

"Just like when the Confucian sect was too powerful, they introduced Buddhism to suppress both Confucianism and Daoism."

"And when the King of the Southern Garrison’s power was too great, they suppressed him, allowing civil servants to rise."

"But when the civil servants became too powerful, the Beixiong Pass incident occurred, and the court returned to balance once more."

Chen Yi looked at him calmly, asking lightly:

"Therefore, the Holy Emperor repeatedly increased stakes on the Chen Family, trying to make me a pawn to disrupt the balance."

"Precisely."

"And what about the Holy Emperor granting a marriage to my elder brother? Does the Emperor wish for him to be excluded?"

"That’s another matter," Nine-thousand-year-old shook his head, smiling with a hint of femininity:

"It seems you don’t know that the Holy Emperor has already agreed to let Chen Yuan succeed as Duke Jingye."

Crack.

The wine cup in Chen Yi’s hand instantly shattered, his eyes icy cold.

"When did this happen?"

Previously, in the Chen Family Ancestral Hall, he had already deduced from the Old Lady and Chen Zhiwang that Zhou Tiance wanted to "take over the magpie’s nest."

It now seems Zhou Tiance’s goal is not necessarily to seize the Chen Family; ensuring the Zhou Family has descendants is also part of his plan.

"The day before yesterday, when you set out for Wuliang Mountain," Nine-thousand-year-old glanced at him, casually pouring a cup of wine, and said:

"The Holy Emperor had long sensed Marquis Zhou’s schemes."

"Initially, he wanted to refuse, but after the Beixiong Pass incident, there was indeed a debt owed to Marquis Zhou by the court."

"Is this considered the Holy Emperor’s compensation to the Zhou Family?" Chen Yi asked with a cold tone:

"Or does the Holy Emperor think this will more quickly achieve his aims, making me his sword?"

Nine-thousand-year-old frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled: "Is it because of Chen Yuan, or because of Zhou Tiance?"

From his observation of Chen Yi for some time, this Young Marquis typically does not concern himself with others’ affairs.

Unless it involves someone he cares about... cares about Chen Yuan?

Chen Yi scattered the shards of the shattered wine cup from his hand and said, "If I use ’Eagle’ as a bargaining chip, can the Holy Emperor refuse Zhou Tiance’s request?"

He didn’t understand why Chen Yuan agreed, but judging from Zhou Tiance’s previous actions against his elder, it was merely a threat.

However, Chen Yi still didn’t quite understand.

With the current state of his elder’s Sword Dao, and his affairs with Senior Sister Ling, he shouldn’t have agreed to this matter.

Especially since the elder knew his strength, it was equally impossible for anyone to harm him.

Could it be because of Chen Fan and Zhou Wanyi?

Chen Yi was uncertain, but what he was sure about was that he should return to the Kyoto Prefecture!

"Impossible!"

The face of the Nine Thousand Years Old turned cold as well, and he said, "The Holy Emperor agreed not only because of Zhou Tiance but also because he values Chen Yuan equally."

"Moreover, Chen Yuan was present in the Great Hall that day, and he did not express any intention of refusing."

Chen Yi stared directly at him, his expression unchanged.

After a moment of silence.

Chen Yi stood up, waved his hand to shatter the divine intent array set by the Nine Thousand Years Old, and appeared in front of the diners.

The entire tavern suddenly fell silent, with more than a dozen Martial World travelers, who were just discussing Wuliang Mountain’s self-seclusion for a hundred years, staring blankly at him.

The next moment, someone recognized him.

"Little, little, Little Sword Immortal?!"

"It can’t be wrong! He, he is ’Little Sword Immortal’ Chen Yi!"

"But..."

Chen Yi frowned slightly, and his Sword Intent erupted suddenly, pressing everyone in the tavern to the ground.

Amidst the overflowing wine, these people were suppressed by the fierce sword aura to the point they couldn’t breathe, let alone speak.

The Nine Thousand Years Old, seeing this scene, sighed, waved his hand, and let some divine intent render these Martial World guests unconscious.

"I do not know why the Young Marquis is angry, but I advise you not to act rashly."

"At least understand the whole story before deciding."

Chen Yi turned his back on him, interrupting, "What the Holy Emperor wants to do, I don’t know, but I still do not guarantee that I won’t obstruct his plans!"

Seeing him about to leave, the Nine Thousand Years Old immediately flashed to block his path and advised, frowning:

"I have one last thing to say, no, two things!"

Chen Yi looked at him with no intention of speaking.

"Many signs suggest that Zhou Guanwu is not dead!"

"Whether you agree or not, because of your existence, the Duke Wuan’s Chen Family has already been targeted by ’it’!"

The Nine Thousand Years Old didn’t want to tell him this, but he couldn’t watch Chen Yi destroy the Holy Emperor’s years of planning for some reason.

They all knew that if they missed this opportunity, no one could be certain when those people would reappear.

And seeing that Chen Yi seemed to be swayed by his words, the Nine Thousand Years Old accelerated his pace and continued:

"I suspect that Zhou Guanwu faked his death as part of ’its’ plan."

"What is ’its’ purpose?"

Chen Yi wasn’t surprised to be targeted by anyone with ulterior motives, nor was he surprised the Chen Family was targeted.

But he had to admit—it was unexpected that Zhou Guanwu wasn’t dead.

If Zhou Guanwu didn’t die at the Beixiong Pass, then ’its’ entire plan... is unimaginable!

"I don’t know," the Nine Thousand Years Old said solemnly, "but I know the Holy Emperor needs you!"

"Your cultivation and strength are enough for us to contend with them until we figure out everything about ’it’!"

Chen Yi looked at his sincere expression, remained silent for a moment, then nodded and left the tavern without a word, flashing towards the Kyoto Prefecture.

The Nine Thousand Years Old let out a slight sigh of relief, turned around, looked around carefully, and used divine intent to thoroughly sweep the surroundings.

"It seems I was wrong."

"The Young Marquis is not only meticulous, domineering, and extraordinarily gifted but also damn impulsive."

Of course, he didn’t think this was wrong.

In the end, Chen Yi is only seventeen and, despite of his profound cultivation, his depth of perception and composure is still not high.

The Nine Thousand Years Old murmured, "Fortunately..."

Fortunately, he made some amends just now, otherwise, if Chen Yi truly disrupted the Holy Emperor’s plan, he would be inexcusable even in death.

At this thought, the Nine Thousand Years Old looked around with some regret and sighed:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I beg your pardon, but you only have yourselves to blame for seeing what you shouldn’t have seen."