FVN Chapter 175: 130
Chapter 175: 130
Chapter 175: 130
As the guards entered the Golden Throne Hall, Fang Cheng saw Zhao Qin, towering at two meters tall, seated upon the throne.
He lay sideways atop it, his clothes coarse and full of patches, with one large foot placed directly upon the Dragon Throne. He looked like an old farmer who had returned from tilling the fields and was resting at home, not at all like a eunuch with power over the entire imperial court.
A five-year-old little emperor sat on his lap, his face pale and his whole body trembling, yet he didn’t even have the strength to cry.
The guards who brought Fang Cheng in then took their leave, and Fang Cheng curiously surveyed his surroundings before noticing an object hanging from the ceiling.
The thing could barely be recognized as human; its body was as black as charcoal and dangled from the ceiling, continuously trembling slightly and emitting a cicada-like moan.
That was the once “The World’s Best Fortune Teller,” who, due to a mistake when clashing with Fang Cheng, had been backfired upon and turned into this unrecognizable form, neither human nor ghost.
“That was my former fortune teller,” said Zhao Qin while caressing the young emperor’s head, as if playing with a kitten, “He once told me that The Way of Divination is extremely dangerous. If he were to fail and transform, he should be killed immediately to prevent calamity. What do you think?”
Unlike a typical eunuch’s voice, Zhao Qin’s voice had a magnetic quality. If one listened with their eyes closed, it would seem as though a learned scholar was giving a lecture, possessing a uniquely refined charm.
Looking at him, Fang Cheng felt that the creator of the world also showed favoritism towards Zhao Qin.
Every “First Under Heaven” was a favorite child of the world’s creator. They possessed more spirituality than ordinary people and seemed more alive.
And Zhao Qin, with his many titles, was undoubtedly a puppet carefully crafted by the creator, which made him appear even more vivid.
After hearing Zhao Qin’s question, Fang Cheng replied directly, “It’s no big deal, just that it might bring about some karma, nothing serious.”
“What kind of karma?” Zhao Qin asked with a smile.
“If it were you, probably the annihilation of your entire clan.”
Zhao Qin, meanwhile, watched Fang Cheng’s retreating figure, deep in thought.
For a moment, he had considered killing him.
The title of “The World’s Best Fortune Teller” was such a resounding one.
The ability to divine the future was endlessly tempting.
If he could have such a person’s assistance, sure enough, he, Zhao Qin, would be able to firmly sit upon the throne of power until death.
But if he couldn’t have him, he must destroy him, to prevent the fortune teller from falling into others’ hands and becoming a dire threat to himself.
But...
He was scared.
Even though he was above ten thousand people and the Emperor had become his puppet, and all the realm was in his grasp, he still felt boundless fear.
The man didn’t seem human, but rather some unfathomable, unpredictable entity.
“These aliens... they’re really strange indeed.”
Alien was the term they used for outsiders.
They were numerous, seemed to have inexplicable powers, and enthusiastically sought to challenge each of the “First Under Heaven.”
Zhao Qin didn’t know the true purpose of these aliens, but as long as they didn’t interfere with his realm, he didn’t care.
Gently stroking the head of the little emperor, he closed his eyes and said softly, “Emperor, your servant is tired. Sing a little song for me, let your servant rest awhile.”
Immense humiliation surged in the small emperor’s heart, but fear of the old man made him obediently open his mouth and begin to sing the popular court song slowly, “The wind blows the fairy sleeves up high, as if it’s the dance of the Rainbow Feathered Dress...”