My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 214: The Execution of the Emperor’s Nine Clans

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the end, Mu Feng was lured to the Senate, where four War Gods were stationed to subdue him.

“Using me and then planning to betray me?” Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by this turn of events.

He had considered the possibility of Dayan turning against him, but he didn’t expect the Senate to act so quickly. Mu Feng’s current status as an adherent of the Silent Master meant the Senate’s bold move to capture him was a clear statement of their stance. Daring to confront a Taboo existence, Lu Xuan surmised they must have acquired some kind of trump card.

In the Dayan Dynasty, at the Tianyan Mountain Range, a mountaintop had been carved and hollowed out, forming a massive pit like the mouth of a volcano. The pit, a kilometer deep, housed a colossal altar.

On this altar lay an ancient skeleton, over ten meters long, markedly different from a normal human. Below the altar, twelve elderly men in luxurious robes smiled faintly.

“Let’s begin,” the Grand Elder commanded.

Following his order, large mechanical arms raised around the altar. It turned out the altar was built on a platform. Eight mechanical arms adjusted their angles, and through special crystals at their tips, they emitted a strange energy, infusing it into the ancient skeleton.

The Dayan Science Academy, through research, had found a way to activate the skeleton by combining modern technology with Taboo zone resources. The skeleton gradually became red-hot, like a heated iron, and then began to evaporate, turning into light particles that drifted in all directions.

However, these particles didn’t disappear into thin air. Instead, they were drawn towards the walls of the pit, where special symbols densely covered the surface, absorbing all the light from the skeleton.

The earth trembled and the mountains quaked as if something was awakening from a deep slumber. A wave of uncontrollable joy washed over the faces of the twelve elders.

The Tianyan Mountain, spanning over six thousand miles, was the location of the Dayan Dynasty’s Dragon Vein, and the mountain peak they were on was the “Dragon’s Lair.”

At that moment, if a satellite were to capture the scene from space, it would see clouds gathering over Tianyan Mountain, forming a long river-like formation, resembling a mighty dragon.

On the ground, an extraordinary phenomenon appeared. The soil heaved, with mountains forming the bones and mud the flesh, while grass and trees became scales and whiskers. The entire Tianyan Mountain underwent a dramatic transformation.

Finally, with a loud and clear dragon’s roar, a yellowish phantom broke free from the mountain’s confines and coiled in the sky. Its body, spanning over ten thousand miles, exuded a trembling might. Its eyes shone like brilliant suns, illuminating the lands.

“Our Dayan’s guardian deity is born today!”

“The Dragon Vein rises, the ancestral spirit appears!”

“Heaven blesses Dayan!”

The twelve elders felt an immense satisfaction. But at that moment, the sky and earth suddenly changed color. It was as if the sun had been obscured, turning everything around from noon to dusk.

A vague figure slowly emerged from the twilight.

“The Silent Master!” the Grand Elder narrowed his eyes.

But he was not afraid. Now that the ancestral spirit had emerged, capable of suppressing the Taboo, there was nothing to fear.

“You Dayan nobles are truly shameless,” Lu Xuan shook his head in disapproval. “Not only are you treacherous, but you’re also willing to prolong the Taboo Era for your selfish desires…”

He spoke to the twelve elders, his voice reaching their ears. “The Dragon Vein has been formed, Dayan now has its guardian deity,” the Grand Elder stated, looking at the vague figure in the sky. “The contract we made was under your coercion. It is only right to annul it. The Polluted Core is a matter of Yuan Xing, unrelated to you. This is Dayan’s affair; it’s best you do not interfere.”

“A fine example of an unequal treaty, quite noble-sounding indeed,” Lu Xuan scoffed. “Seems I overestimated the Dayan elders, that’s all the vision they have.”

Feeling the contempt from the Silent Master, the Grand Elder huffed coldly: “It seems you are unwilling to retreat?”

Above the Tianyan Mountain, the Dragon Vein surged. The earthy yellow dragon energy gathered, eyeing Lu Xuan fiercely.

“You still haven’t grasped the situation,” Lu Xuan declared. “In my opinion, it’s time for the Dayan nobility to be eradicated.”

The Grand Elder’s temper flared at these words, and the Tianyan Dragon Vein reacted similarly. The dragon, wrapped in clouds, lunged at the vague figure in the sky with its teeth bared.

Lu Xuan did not immediately retaliate but instead snapped his fingers. In that moment, the image of this scene was projected above the entire territory of Dayan. All the people of Dayan had to do was look up to witness this spectacle.

The next moment, Lu Xuan pointed a finger. “Boom!” The Dragon Vein exploded, disintegrating into countless particles of earthy yellow essence that dissipated into the sky and scattered across Dayan.

The Grand Elder and the other elders, along with everyone present, were stunned. The Dragon Vein, cultivated for so long and planned for many years, was gone with just a flick of a finger?

To Lu Xuan, the power of the Dragon Vein was trivial. The world of Yuan Xing was not highly ranked, and the Dragon Vein born from the Dayan Dynasty could not compare to the celestial veins of the Archean Eon Realm. Lu Xuan, with his numerous tomb-raiding experiences, was quite skilled at dispersing dragon essences. He scattered the Dragon Vein into Dayan’s territory to nourish its beings – taking from the heavens to give to the people.

“As for you…” Lu Xuan gazed at the twelve elders standing dumbfounded below.

“Dayan nobility, today shall be eradicated…”

Thin threads descended from the sky, wrapping around the necks of the elders. The twelve threads, delicate yet incredibly sharp, tightened at Lu Xuan’s slight gesture. Twelve heads rolled to the ground.

The Grand Elder’s eyes were wide open in death, still unable to comprehend what had happened.

Lu Xuan looked down at the trembling Emperor of Dayan, Li Cheng. The emperor, feeling the gaze of this mighty being, trembled like a leaf, kneeling in fear and reverence. Although Dayan had abolished the practice of prostration, in this moment, Li Cheng felt a primal fear and respect, as if he were an ancient emperor praying to the heavens.

“The cleansing of the Dayan nobility is now your responsibility,” Lu Xuan decreed.

Li Cheng knew the task was a test. If he succeeded in this trial, eliminating his kin for the greater good, he would remain unharmed. Failure would mean the execution of the emperor’s nine clans.

“Your command shall be obeyed!” Li Cheng responded with a deep breath.

As the emperor, although he held no real power, Li Cheng was privy to many secrets. He knew the extent of the nobles’ embezzlement and corruption. If he didn’t act, divine justice would.

After today, there would be no more nobility in Dayan.

“Where is Luo Zheng?” Lu Xuan inquired.

“Your servant… This humble one is here,” Luo Zheng, the Prime Minister of Dayan, responded, kneeling.

“Prepare for constitutional governance,” Lu Xuan instructed indifferently.

“Yes!” Luo Zheng’s eyes widened. The era of the Council of Elders was ending, and a new era with the Cabinet in power was beginning.

The rest depended on Li Cheng’s performance. If he did well, a constitutional monarchy could be established, keeping the emperor as a figurehead. If not, the emperor would be the first to face execution — a grim joke for the people.

Li Cheng, sweating profusely, knew the gravity of his role. Any relative who had broken the law would face execution, while others would be imprisoned and interrogated. The twelve families and the emperor of Dayan… from now on, there would only be law-abiding citizens of the New Yan Dynasty..