Who Let Him Cultivate?!-Chapter 860 - 859 The Cold Throne Is Gone

Chapter 860: Chapter 859 The Cold Throne Is Gone

Chapter 860 -859 The Cold Throne Is Gone

Fairy Eternity sat on the cold throne and let out a light sigh.

“This chair is both hard and cold, now that I’ve become the master of the Central Continent, I can’t even get a good chair.”

Emperor Xia: “…”

Originally, I thought sitting on the throne was pretty good, but the way you say it makes me seem so pitiable.

“Zhu Tian knows how to enjoy life, the imperial chair he made is much more comfortable than this one.”

Zhu Tian had a wide range of interests, including but not limited to dancing and furniture making, and the furnishings in the Demon Nation Imperial Palace were all made personally by Zhu Tian.

From this perspective, the grandeur of the Imperial Palace of the Demon Nation far exceeded that of the Great Xia Imperial Palace, as it was made by a Semi-Immortal.

Furniture from the Abode of the Five Ancient Immortals was all made by Zhu Tian.

Jin Caiwei heard that even her father’s coffin was made by Zhu Tian, and in this regard, even the Grand Elder’s craftsmanship could not compare to Zhu Tian’s, it was far inferior, such was the gap between the Body Integration Realm and a Semi-Immortal, and no amount of skill could bridge it!

“Where’s the imperial seal?” Fairy Eternity couldn’t sit still even on the throne, searching around.

“What do you need the imperial seal for?” Lu Yang asked, as this wasn’t part of the plan.

“I want to see what the imperial seal looks like. Isn’t it said that every emperor must have one? As the original Bean Emperor, I should see what Great Xia’s imperial seal is like to prevent making one.”

Fairy Eternity was meticulous in her actions; being an emperor meant looking the part.

Lu Yang looked at the imperial robe Fairy Eternity was wearing, embroidered on the front with the smiling face of Fairy Eternity and on the back with the icy and handsome face of Eldest Senior Sister, thinking that Fairy Eternity didn’t need to be too particular about the imperial seal.

After all, even with the imperial seal in hand, she wouldn’t look like an emperor.

Everyone was a first-time thief with little experience, unsure of what to do now.

Ao Ling leisurely admired the murals in the Daming Hall, which depicted how the Jiang Family rose in the last days of the Great Yu and quickly grew into one of the several forces contending for the world, how the Jiang Family and the Meng Family teamed up to fight the Void Venerate, and how they eventually parted ways, clashing swords and struggling for the supreme position in the world.

“The pigments used in these murals are subpar; they’re starting to fade,” Ao Ling commented.

“In the past, the murals in our house were blessed by the Time Immortal, immune to the ravages of time, eternally constant.”

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“And the quality of these magic artifacts is also just so-so, merely pleasing to the eye.” Jiang Lianyi pointed to a row of magic artifacts on display near the wall.

“The magic artifacts in our house were all refined by the Yingtian Immortal, exclusively Immortal Treasure grade.”

Emperor Xia: “…”

Don’t go too far, okay? There’s the Time Immortal and the Yingtian Immortal. Daming Hall was, after all, overseen by our ancestor, so give some face.

Our ancestor Jiang Pingan wasn’t an expert in Refining, so where could he get so many Immortal Treasures to decorate the place?

Jin Caiwei, having not seen much of the world, managed not to find faults everywhere.

Jin Caiwei looked eagerly at the throne: “How much could this throne sell for?”

Her Qiongqi Clan was in dire need of Spirit Stones, and if they could sell the throne, it would make the endeavor worthwhile.

Fairy Eternity kindly explained, dispelling Jin Caiwei’s thoughts: “It’s just for show, not worth much.”

The group, while attempting to steal the throne, gave the Daming Hall a once-over, commenting as they went.

“How are we going to move this throne?” Jiang Lianyi asked since the throne belonged to someone else and couldn’t be placed in the Storage Ring. Taking it directly would be too conspicuous.

“I’ll do it.” Jin Caiwei volunteered, activating the Outline of the Dao Fruit, extended both palms, one above the other, fitting the throne nicely between them.

With a light clap of her hands, the throne suddenly disappeared, replaced by a piece of paper.

“Done.”

Jin Caiwei flattened the imperial throne into a plane, rolled it into a scroll, and hugged it in her arms, making it much smaller as a target.

“This Dao Fruit Outline of yours is quite convenient to use, isn’t it?”

“Of course, not to mention a mere imperial throne, even the entire Imperial Palace I could flatten into a plane,” Jin Caiwei boasted proudly, showing off her abilities.

“Alright, alright, let’s get going,” Fairy Eternity called to everyone.

The group was flattened into a plane by Jin Caiwei, repeating the old trick, and they left the Imperial Palace.

The next day, as the court convened, Jiang Qun was stunned to see the empty space.

“Where’s the chair?”

I did say the chair wasn’t comfortable, but that doesn’t mean it should have been taken away.

…

Recently, two shocking and outrageous incidents occurred in the Imperial City.

One was the exposure of the Fifth Prince’s crimes, with his followers being successively caught, causing a great stir in the official circles, and many officials were dismissed.

The news profoundly disturbed the Second Prince.

It had only been a few days since his younger brother’s mishap, and now only he and the Crown Prince remained as the heirs to the throne.

Considering the significant role Lu Yang played in this process and the likelihood of being targeted for revenge by the remnants of the Fifth Prince’s party, the Ministry of Punishments did not publicize Lu Yang’s merits.

The other incident was the audacious theft of the imperial throne.

Rumors had it that, on that day, Emperor Xia and the ministers, like him, stood through the morning court session, which earned high praise from the officials.

The throne, which had been in the Daming Hall for a hundred thousand years, had never been moved, leaving everyone to wonder who dared to commit such a heinous and treasonous act.

Some suspected the long-missing progenitor of thieves, others believed the reclusive Thief King was responsible, and yet others proposed it was the return of their descendants seeking fame across the world.

There were various theories, but not one was conclusive.

Xu Xin arrived at the Imperial Palace with a worried frown, his steps heavy as if weighed down by lead. He didn’t care about the rumors; they were all groundless speculations to him, randomly theorized.

But he could not afford such indifference, for the Emperor had given him a strict order to find the whereabouts of the throne at all costs.

The best method would have been to directly ask the owner of the throne where it was, but it belonged to Jiang Pingan, and the Crown Prince did not dare disturb the ancestor over such a matter by going to the forbidden land.

So, Xu Xin had no choice but to put the burden on his dear Minister Xu.

“How is the investigation going?” Xu Xin arrived at the Daming Hall with a group of capable subordinates, who were famous detectives from the Ministry of Punishments, known for missing no clues, no matter how slight.

However, it seemed they were about to meet their match with this case.

“Reporting to your excellency, the perpetrator is extremely cunning and has left no evidence behind,” reported the subordinates, who had investigated several times from the exterior of the Imperial Palace to the Daming Hall, without finding a single useful clue.

“Could it be someone with the ability to hide their actions?” Xu Xin asked, furrowing his brow. He himself was a detective, although he had not solved a case in a long while after becoming the Chief of Staff.

The Minister of Justice shook his head, spreading out a detailed map of the Imperial Palace that covered the entire table: “Your excellency, please see, there are multiple Array Methods for detection within the palace, as well as the Imperial Guards on patrol. Unless it was the work of an Immortal, something should have been left behind.”

“But an Immortal wouldn’t stoop to stealing such a trivial thing.”

Immortals, having reached the pinnacle of their cultivation, wouldn’t possibly get drunk and steal a chair from the Imperial Palace.

Xu Xin sighed, suggesting another possibility, “The perpetrator must be extremely familiar with the layout of the Imperial Palace. It’s an inside job.”