Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Chapter 179: You Have No Chance—He’s Mine!

Li Palace, the most mysterious and sacred place on the entire Linchuan Continent.

Because, here resides the only god!

Even in Linchuan Village, the oldest people don’t know when he came into existence or how many years he has lived. He gives people an illusion that he existed when Linchuan was born.

He accepts the tributes from all of Linchuan, but it doesn’t mean he will satisfy everyone’s wishes.

However, at the foot of Li Palace Mountain, incense smoke lingers every day, and countless people come from various countries, traveling thousands of miles to kneel and worship the saint in their hearts.

Arriving from Tiandu, a mighty procession gradually enters the Li Palace area.

The so-called Li Palace, built on the outskirts of Tiandu, atop a picturesque, charming mountain. The scenery here seems to encompass all four seasons and include the styles of north, south, east, and west.

Such ultimate beauty, in Linchuan, can only be exclusively enjoyed by one person.

When the crowd was a hundred miles from the mountains, they abandoned their horses and walked, even Emperor Yuan Huangfu Haotian was no exception. Walking to the foot of Li Palace Mountain is a sign of respect for that person, a rule that no one can violate.

On the roadside, many common people are devoutly bowing and slowly advancing. Their cloth at the knees has worn out, and their foreheads are bleeding, but it does not affect the determination in their eyes.

Mu Qingge was shocked to see all this, as if for the first time truly experiencing Si Mo’s influence on all of Linchuan.

Just how powerful is this man to make everyone so humble? To regard him as a True God?

The closer we get, the more people there are inside, and the aroma of burning incense fills the air with the unique sandalwood scent.

Seeing this scene makes Mu Qingge want to laugh.

Because it seemed like a scene only seen in a temple, where Si Mo was the Buddha sitting in the temple’s golden throne hall.

"Don’t laugh, be serious." Just as Mu Qingge’s lips curved slightly, Jiang Li softly warned beside her.

Mu Qingge turned to look at her, surprised to find that Jiang Li’s eyes were also filled with utmost piety.

"You don’t also regard the Holy King as a god, do you?" Mu Qingge said in astonishment.

Jiang Li gave her a sidelong glance with a fake smile, "If you have the guts, say that sentence out loud again."

Uh...

Fine, she didn’t have that kind of guts.

Mu Qingge conceded. She was sure that if she said that sentence loudly, she would be torn to pieces by the people here.

Jiang Li gave her a cold smile and arrogantly looked away.

"I didn’t expect to see the Holy King in the Holy Yuan Empire this time." Feng Yufei nervously pinched her hands and realized her palms were full of sweat.

Zhao Nanxing laughed, "Don’t be nervous, the Holy King won’t eat you. In fact, if we see the Holy King this time, it will be the second time I’ve seen the old man, and not only me but Qingge as well."

Feng Yufei looked at him and blinked, suddenly recalling, "Right! I vaguely heard that during the Medicine Tower Branch selection, the Holy King personally attended."

Zhao Nanxing smiled and nodded.

"So... is the Holy King really as formidable and awe-inspiring as the legends say?" Feng Yufei cautiously inquired.

Zhao Nanxing pondered for a moment, then told Feng Yufei, "Formidable for sure, but as for his actual prowess, since he didn’t take action, I don’t know. As for being awe-inspiring... I think anyone that powerful would be awe-inspiring."

His words made Mu Qingge turn her head to him, smiling, "Brother Zhao spoke very objectively." Then, she reassured Feng Yufei, "Don’t worry, the Holy King is not a raging beast; he won’t eat you. Just be yourself and don’t be too nervous."

Their words relieved some of the tension in Feng Yufei’s heart.

She nodded and showed a faint smile.

"Hey, did you notice something off about that woman from the Lan family today?" Jiang Li suddenly nudged Mu Qingge on the arm.

The Third-class Country was still at the back of the procession, which was actually a good position, allowing them to observe everyone in front.

And Jiang Li volunteered to walk with her at the back.

Mu Qingge followed Jiang Li’s words and looked towards the Lan family’s procession. Among them was Lan Feiyue, walking quite at the front.

Today, she was not wearing a blue dress but a flowing white dress that made her more graceful and ethereal, like a fairy.

"What’s wrong?" After watching for a while, Mu Qingge couldn’t see anything unusual.

Jiang Li shook her head speechlessly and whispered, "She dressed up meticulously today, surely for another purpose."

Mu Qingge was startled, "Can you even tell if she meticulously dressed up?"

Her expression brought a disdainful look from Jiang Li, as if saying, ’Are you even a woman? Can’t you detect even this sensitivity?’

To men, it is hard to tell if a woman has meticulously dressed up.

But to women, whether a woman has dressed up meticulously or intentionally shown off is easily detectable!

Mu Qingge surrendered, "What does it matter if she dressed up?"

Jiang Li rolled her eyes speechlessly and reminded Mu Qingge, "Didn’t I tell you that Lan Feiyue vowed since childhood to serve the Holy King? Looks like she is planning to recommend herself today."

Mu Qingge’s heart skipped, and her clear gaze flickered with a hint of ghostly light. Her gaze unwittingly fell on Lan Feiyue, and for some reason, after hearing Jiang Li’s words, an uncomfortable feeling surged in her heart.

"However, if even someone with her looks could catch the Holy King’s eye, I would really doubt whether the Holy King needs a clean eye wash." Jiang Li said disdainfully.

This was her self-muttering, unexpectedly echoed by Mu Qingge, "You’re right. If he fancies Lan Feiyue, he should really scoop out his eyeballs for a wash."

This was said in an extremely cool and ruthless manner.

Jiang Li looked at her in surprise, seriously sizing her up as if wondering what was happening to Mu Qingge.

"Why are you looking at me?" Sensing Jiang Li’s scrutiny, Mu Qingge turned to her.

Jiang Li puckered her lips, "You sounded weird just now."

"Weird?" Mu Qingge was a bit puzzled, frowning as she asked, "How was it weird?"

Jiang Li thought seriously, eyes suddenly lighting up, "The tone and expression you used just now reminded me of those women bickering over jealousy I saw in the Ancient Witch Country."

Mu Qingge’s face darkened, "What rivalry over jealousy? Can you describe it better?"

Jiang Li shook her head and sighed, "I also find it impossible. You’re not really a man and wouldn’t fancy Lan Feiyue, so how could you be jealous of her serving the Holy King?"

"..." Mu Qingge pressed her lips in silence.

Jiang Li’s unintentional words surprisingly sparked an inexplicable guilt in her heart.

"Let’s go, stop overthinking." Mu Qingge said somewhat awkwardly.

Fortunately, Jiang Li didn’t notice the change in her tone, nodded, and kept pace with her, continuing to approach Li Palace.

A hundred-mile journey wasn’t much for people like them. After an hour or so, they reached the foot of Li Palace Mountain.

Leading in the front, Emperor Yuan Huangfu Haotian stopped, and those following also halted.

At this moment, no one dared to speak loudly or cause any trouble without reason.

Mu Qingge halted with the team, looking up towards the mountain shrouded by clouds and mist. At the mountain’s peak, a palace seemingly made of glass faintly appeared and disappeared.

’This scene looks somewhat familiar...’ Staring at the ethereal palace, Mu Qingge pondered in her eyes.

Before long, her eyes slightly narrowed as she recalled when she had seen this palace.

It was when she was still in the Endless Swamp, using the God-piercing Mirror and accidentally arrived at this palace, where she saw Si Mo.

At that time, she panicked at her internal subconsciousness, and it was also the first time she faced her inexplicable interest in Si Mo. Unexpectedly, after all this wandering time, she truly arrived at the foot of this palace.

And he... would he be waiting for her in the palace?

"Little Ge’er, I’m waiting for you."

During the crossing of the Nether Sea, the words Si Mo said in the illusion realm echoed again in Mu Qingge’s ears. She seemed to hear the man’s gentle whisper in her ear, tender and lingering.

The heat rising on her cheeks brought Mu Qingge back from her reverie.

She blinked, controlled her emotions, and her cheek’s temperature instantly fell back to normal.

"Why aren’t we going up the mountain?" Mu Qingge casually asked Jiang Li beside her.

As the Empress of the Ancient Witch Country, she knew far more about the continent’s matters than her, this frivolous little lord.

"There is a forbidden technique at the mountain’s base. If you intrude recklessly, you’ll be shredded to pieces." True to her word, Jiang Li provided an answer.

Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow, understanding at last.

She surveyed the surroundings, everywhere were people prostrating themselves on the ground, devoutly bowing. In this land, it seemed the Holy King was all that occupied their eyes and hearts. Even if Emperor Yuan appeared before them, he would not stir them in the least.

Even Emperor Yuan...

Mu Qingge lifted her gaze and saw Emperor Yuan standing at the front. Even as the emperor of the most powerful empire on the Linchuan Continent, standing here, he was no different from a devout supplicant.

She withdrew her gaze and could not help but sigh, "What did the Holy King do to have so many people revere him as a god?"

"Being powerful is an ability in itself, to make people submit, to make them worship. Moreover, the Holy King has existed for an unknown number of years, experienced countless events, mysterious and powerful. Who could ignore his existence? The existence of the Holy King, even if he does nothing, is a form of balance and deterrence. No one dares to disrupt the current order or throw the Linchuan Continent into chaos under his watchful eyes. This invisibly prevents many wars and deaths..." Jiang Li said slowly.

Mu Qingge seemed to understand somewhat.

Si Mo actually did nothing, yet his existence was of the greatest value.

"Huangfu Haotian, leading envoys from various countries, the great families of Tiandu, and the princes, comes to pay respects to the Holy King. We humbly request an audience with His Majesty the Holy King!" Huangfu Haotian’s voice echoed in the mountains, drifting towards the palace at the mountain’s peak.

There, shrouded in white mist, was unreal, illusory and unpredictable.

It seemed to be built atop the peak and floated in the air. That place was the sole Holy Land in the hearts of countless millions on the Linchuan Continent. After Huangfu Haotian shouted these words, those who had bowed at the mountain’s foothill for an unknown duration all raised their heads, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement as they gazed at the palace.

"Huangfu Haotian, leading envoys from various countries, the great families of Tiandu, and the princes, comes to pay respects to the Holy King. We humbly request an audience with His Majesty the Holy King!" Huangfu Haotian’s voice echoed in the mountains, drifting towards the palace at the mountain’s peak.

"Huangfu Haotian, leading envoys from various countries, the great families of Tiandu, and the princes, comes to pay respects to the Holy King. We humbly request an audience with His Majesty the Holy King!" Huangfu Haotian’s voice echoed in the mountains, drifting towards the palace at the mountain’s peak.

"Huangfu Haotian, leading envoys from various countries, the great families of Tiandu, and the princes, comes to pay respects to the Holy King. We humbly request an audience with His Majesty the Holy King!" Huangfu Haotian’s voice echoed in the mountains, drifting towards the palace at the mountain’s peak.

Huangfu Haotian’s voice was carried by the wind up to the peak, reaching the ears of two black-clad figures standing on the cliff’s edge.

"The little lord has arrived." Gu Ya looked down at the mountain’s base. Those white fogs obscuring the sight seemed nonexistent to him, capable of viewing the people below without hindrance.

"Should we lift the forbidden technique now?" Gu Ye looked at him and asked.

Gu Ya nodded, "Open it."

Gu Ye shifted his gaze from Gu Ya to the mountain’s base. Suddenly, he scoffed disdainfully, taunting, "This group probably never expected they’d get to climb the mountain today all thanks to the little lord’s favor."

In Gu Ya’s cold and sharp eyes, a dim light flickered momentarily. He faintly remarked, "The master has finally awaited the little lord’s arrival, yet it’s a pity..."

"I’ll go lift the forbidden technique." Gu Ye interrupted him.

In a flash, his figure blurred and dispersed, vanishing on the spot.

Immediately after, Gu Ye’s voice resounded like heavenly thunder, echoing from the sky—

"Entering Li Palace unpermitted means death! Wandering aimlessly means death! Speaking recklessly means death! You all have but one hour. Proceed!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Holy King! Thank you, Black Servant!" Huangfu Haotian gratefully bowed, immediately stepping into the forbidden zone.

In the eyes of the crowd, it simply appeared as if he’d taken a step forward onto the mountain-climbing steps.

Yet, as he set foot on the steps, his figure blurred, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

Mu Qingge widened her eyes, blinking.

At that moment, Huangfu Huan had already followed in his father’s footsteps, entering. Likewise, he vanished from the crowd’s sight just like Emperor Yuan.

The remaining people, one after another, entered the forbidden zone, disappearing from the spectators outside.

Those who had been waiting at the mountain’s base for an indeterminate period watched these prestigious individuals vanish one by one, their eyes brimming with incomparable envy.

Soon, it was Mu Qingge and her companions’ turn.

Mu Qingge was somewhat curious about this forbidden technique. From what those ahead had experienced, it seemed to reveal that this forbidden technique had a teleportation function.

With curiosity, she and Jiang Li took a step forward, setting foot on the mountain-climbing steps.

Similarly, in the eyes of everyone outside, they disappeared, as if turning into a wisp of white smoke.

However, Mu Qingge clearly felt as if she had passed through an invisible, elastic barrier. The moment she stepped into the forbidden area, she instinctively looked back.

But, apart from the dense white fog, there was nothing to be seen.

It seemed as though the people kneeling outside had also vanished.

The extreme quietness felt as though she had suddenly entered another world.

Retracting her gaze, Mu Qingge looked ahead.

A stretch of cold jade steps lay before her, winding up the mountain like a giant dragon hidden within the scenery. Those who entered before her were silently walking on these steps.

Even forces like the Refining Tower and the Myriad Beasts Sect, who were eager to kill her, now pretended not to recognize her, not daring to act recklessly.

Was it due to Si Mo’s deterrence, or was there another conspiracy...? Mu Qingge couldn’t ascertain for now.

Looking up to the mountain peak, the brilliantly-crafted palace became clearer, yet still felt ethereal.

"I previously thought an hour wasn’t short, but now it seems I was too naive. Just climbing to the top here and entering the palace will likely take half an hour. By the time we go back and forth, we barely have the time for a cup of tea to meet the Holy King," Jiang Li shook her head and sighed, her golden eyes filled with disappointment.

Mu Qingge turned her eyes towards her.

The previous words weren’t spoken by Jiang Li but transmitted directly into her mind. To outsiders, Jiang Li hadn’t uttered a single word just now.

Mu Qingge’s lips curled up slightly.

She knew that this Empress wouldn’t follow the rules.

Anyone who spoke out of turn would be killed!

This meant that absolute silence had to be maintained here.

This woman, how could she bear it? Hence, she chose to communicate through voice transmission.

But... was she sure that doing so wouldn’t be noticed by Gu Ya and Gu Ye? The speaker, addressed by Emperor Yuan as Lord Black Servant, was unmistakably Gu Ye’s voice, someone frequently beside Si Mo.

Although she didn’t interact much with Gu Ye and was more familiar with Gu Ya,

she was very familiar with Gu Ye’s voice.

’If Gu Ye is here, then he must be here too,’ Mu Qingge silently mused to herself.

Differing from others’ feelings, each step on the stairs made Mu Qingge more anxious. She wanted to finish the journey quickly yet hoped it would last forever.

This tangled feeling only arose whenever it related to Si Mo.

Despite the many people on the stairs, no sound was made.

The surroundings were so quiet as if devoid of any living creatures.

In the middle of the group, Lou Xuantie and Hei Mu walked one after another, occasionally exchanging obscure glances, seemingly communicating something.

Taishi Gao was among them, but his face was cold and displeased, exuding an unapproachable aura.

The old man from the Medicine Tower followed behind Hei Mu and Lou Xuantie, witnessing their exchange of glances with a cold smile in his eyes, as if mocking them for digging their own graves.

The four esteemed families followed Emperor Yuan, with Lan Feiyue walking behind Huangfu Huan. By rights, she did not have the seniority to walk behind Huangfu Huan.

Yet, she walked right behind him.

Of course, everyone seemed accustomed to or tacitly approved of her actions. No one stood up to raise any objections.

Lan Feiyue walked the steps, occasionally glancing at the lone palace atop the mountain, eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. The same sentiment was mirrored by the Lan Family members.

Their eyes reflected undisguisable excitement, as if today was the crucial moment to change their Lan Family’s destiny!

Behind the Lan Family followed the Jing Family.

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