My Arms Can Turn into Blades-Chapter 273 - 192: Maid and Advice

"..."

Dead Sore stood next to the horse-faced man, hearing his words, with a peculiar expression on his face.

Because he didn't understand the man's current feelings.

Although, due to the discontinuity of eras, the methods used by those feudal dynasties to handle and control civilian Empowerers have always been unclear.

But there are still some fragmentary records.

According to those records, let's put it this way, compared to the feudal dynasties, the Celestial Strategy Mansion is practically a living Buddha.

An organization like 'Self,'" if caught in ancient times, wouldn't just be simply locked up or killed on the spot.

... At worst, it would result in the destruction of nine generations.

Moreover, that might still be the easier path.

Because according to Dead Sore's research.

The Great Ming.

Especially at the founding of the Great Ming, the control over civilian Empowerers was the strictest; people like 'Self,' once caught, would face severe consequences because being an Empowerer was believed to be determined by bloodline in ancient times...

So, destruction of nine generations?

Too wasteful.

Reportedly, there was a specific punishment called 'Stone Nurturing Punishment'... for nine generations to nurture together.

Although the records aren't detailed, the mere words 'Stone Nurturing' are enough for Dead Sore to imagine what a torturous process this was.

So, going back to those times?

Forgive Dead Sore for being blunt.

The brain must be broken, right?

"You don't understand."

The horse-faced man, although not looking at Dead Sore's expression, seemingly knew what he was thinking, suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth: "Of course, that era was hell for people like you, but not for me; not to mention my surname, just the authority I hold... would be enough to make all those in power treat me as an honored guest."

"..."

Dead Sore's expression changed upon hearing this, and he suddenly realized.

Thinking about it this way... indeed it is.

After all, for the feudal dynasties, Empowerers of the National Sacrificial System were not common.

One could even say extraordinarily rare.

So they were often considered chosen by the heavens.

More importantly... the horse-faced man's surname is Zhu.

"If I were in that era... I could have wholly unleashed my ambitions, constructing the world of my ideals, allowing everyone to break free from their shackles and gain freedom, instead of the current situation."

The horse-faced man slowly put down his hand, his face ashen as he said: "A villain who impudently compares the Supreme God of the National Sacrificial Pantheon, Emperor Haotian, to the 'High Heaven Ten Thousand Ghost' sits high in the temple.

Yet someone representing orthodoxy, representing the temple, considered chosen by heavens, an Empowerer of the National Sacrificial System, is standing here in the cold!"

"..."

Dead Sore was silent for a moment, speaking softly: "That actually can't be called the temple."

"Of course, I know... but in any case, the Celestial Strategy Mansion has a name."

The horse-faced man looked at the night view: "Things were not supposed to be this way... Technology advanced, thoughts moved forward, weapons progressed, but what's the use? Even the things ancestors worshiped day and night can be forgotten."

Dead Sore did not speak.

Some things he cannot say.

He also cannot empathize with such privileged figures who would benefit in any dynasty.

"However."

On the other side.

The horse-faced man seemed to realize something and didn't continue speaking; instead, he changed the subject: "Although the current situation is terrible, fortunately, we still have the opportunity to set it back on the right path, even if they forget me, this thing must be done—I will make everyone break free from shackles!"

"Hmm."

Dead Sore finally responded because he could empathize with the horse-faced man on this matter.

And the horse-faced man heard Dead Sore's response, said nothing more, instead slowly raised his right hand.

Wisps of yellow aura undulated above his palm.

He looked down carefully, then asked: "How is the current situation?"

"Not bad."

Dead Sore replied softly: "Recently, the Celestial Strategy Mansion has become much more efficient; they transferred many people from headquarters early on, I've heard Ji Xin has also come to Jinling... But this incident wasn't caused by humans, and they probably still don't have any leads, just buzzing around like headless flies handling anomalies.

It's precisely for this reason that the progress hasn't been affected, within about a week... it should be complete.

But by that time, it won't be possible to hide, and we might have to face Celestial Strategy Mansion directly.

However, the Celestial Strategy Mansion doesn't know about 'Self' existence, and I intentionally had other members stay away from this city during this time, assuming by that time Celestial Strategy Mansion won't have many people, let alone high-level force, which is our advantage."

"A week, huh?"

Horse-faced man muttered to himself, then clenched his fist sharply.

As he clenched it, the yellow aura was disturbed.

Instantly dispersing everywhere.

One particularly stubborn strand streaked across the night sky, slowly drifting toward the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum direction. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

...

Xuanwu District, Meihua Valley Road.

Ji Xin suddenly raised her hand, signaling the person pushing the wheelchair behind her to stop, then slowly looked up at the night sky.

"...Ji Xin Celestial Strategy? What's wrong?"

Behind Ji Xin, the Celestial Strategy Mansion member temporarily assigned to push the wheelchair timidly inquired.

But Ji Xin didn't reply, continuing to look up.

Just now, she suddenly felt a wave of nausea.

Not a physical nausea, but one brought by authority, a spiritual nausea.

And this situation is not unfamiliar; it occurs once or twice whenever she visits special "famous historical sites."

However.

This time, she felt nauseous even before approaching the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum; isn't it coming too early?

Ji Xin looked at the night sky, lost in thought.

After a long time.

Only then did she slowly lower her head and reply: "It's nothing, continue forward to Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum."