The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 396 - 246: The Holy Emperor’s Secret, The Crown Prince’s Return, The Grand Plan of Regicide

The eyes of the Rakshasa men turned blood-red as they stared at the Blood Burial Duke.

"How dare you! Insolent fools, what do you think you’re doing?" the Blood Burial Duke roared, an unprecedented fear rising in his heart.

He found the scene unbearable; a genuine fear had even begun to stir within his heart.

He hadn’t been this afraid even when Lu Mingyuan was absorbing his Dao Practice. His voice trembled as he said, "Don’t you dare take this too far!"

Lu Mingyuan’s voice was grim. "Us, taking it too far? Weren’t the actions of your Ten Underworld Races in the Central Plains World even more excessive? This is merely giving you a taste of your own medicine. When you besieged Qi Xingyan and devoured his flesh and blood, why didn’t you think *you* were going too far then?"

"Devour him. It’s your only way to live," Lu Mingyuan stated with utter indifference.

The gazes of the dozens of Rakshasa Race cultivators were fixed on the Blood Burial Duke. A vicious glint flickered in the eyes of most.

"Lord Duke, now that you’ve fallen into the hands of the Great Yan Court, your death is certain. Why not sacrifice yourself for our sake, and grant us a chance to live?" a Rakshasa Race General said gravely.

Another, a Rakshasa woman, added, "Things have come to this. We have no other choice. Lord Duke, I’m sorry!"

With a startlingly tacit understanding, the dozens of Rakshasa clansmen moved as one, stepping toward him.

As the saying goes: every man for himself, and the devil take the hindmost.

Besides, they were all ruthless characters. To survive, they wouldn’t just eat the flesh of a Blood Race Duke—they would even dare to eat the flesh of their own companions.

The Blood Burial Duke’s eyes were filled with terror. He screamed, his voice trembling, "Stop! Don’t come any closer! I am a Duke personally ennobled by the Great Netherworld! I am a Divine Seed favored by numerous Divine Beings! How dare you..."

Before he could finish, the dozens of Rakshasa pounced. Dozens of mouths bit down on his body at once, tearing off huge chunks of his living flesh, dripping with fresh blood.

For a moment, the Blood Burial Duke’s shrill, tragic screams filled the air, like the shrieking of an Evil Ghost from Hell, sending a chill down the spine of all who heard.

A short while later, Lu Mingyuan glanced toward the Blood Burial Duke. Unfortunately, all that was left to see was a skeleton, picked clean of all its flesh and blood by the crowd of Rakshasa Race cultivators.

The Blood Burial Duke’s eyes were vacant. He lay collapsed on the ground, having lost all consciousness, clearly more dead than alive.

Lu Mingyuan nodded in satisfaction, then issued an order to Luo Ying.

"I’d say that’s about enough. Cyan Shadow, you can clean up the rest."

"Yes!"

Luo Ying gave a slight nod. She drew the blade from her waist and walked toward the group of Rakshasa Race cultivators like an emissary of death.

"Crown Prince of Great Yan, you’re going back on your word!"

The expressions of the Rakshasa soldiers and generals changed drastically, their faces filled with bitter resentment.

But Lu Mingyuan simply offered a faint smile, a terrifying grin like that of a demon, chilling them to the bone.

"This Crown Prince never lies. I originally said that *I* would let you go. I never said *she* would."

Showing mercy to these Demon Fiends from the Holy Netherworld would be the height of foolish sentimentality.

Countless commoners and cultivators had died tragically at their hands. How could he possibly let them leave this place alive?

Dressed in a black, close-fitting robe, Luo Ying’s piercing Sword Qi pulsed in an instant.

In just a moment, the heads of all the Rakshasa soldiers were severed. Their headless corpses, caught by the wind, toppled to the ground one after another.

’Elder Mr. Qi, you can rest in peace now,’ Lu Mingyuan thought to himself.

Having experienced too much helplessness, agony, and bitter hatred, his heart had unknowingly grown cold and resolute. He was no longer as merciful as before, no longer idealistic about anything.

This was especially true after emerging from the Grand Thousand Canglan Map.

His resolve to kill had become even more unshakeable.

His experiences in the Scroll World had given him a deeper understanding of so-called good and evil, and of the Dao.

Thus, he felt little confusion. He would not spare a single person who deserved to die.

Perhaps this was the price of walking the path of the strong, of pursuing the way of an Emperor.

Regardless, having avenged Qi Xingyan, Lu Mingyuan’s Heart Spirit felt much lighter.

However, these methods were witnessed by all, and a chill ran through everyone’s hearts.

In the eyes of many cultivators and Border Pass soldiers, a faint trace of fear and respect could now be seen when they looked at Lu Mingyuan.

This Crown Prince of Great Yan was not weak and incompetent as the rumors claimed, nor was he as kind and approachable as people said.

Instead, he possessed a domineering and ruthless streak.

But when the Champion Marquis and Prince Zhenbei saw this, they exchanged a look and saw approval in each other’s eyes.

Others might only see cause for fear.

But they were very satisfied with Lu Mingyuan.

Mature, steady, and not given to sentimentality.

These were the qualities an Emperor needed.

Only by earning the conviction of his subordinates could a ruler ensure long-term stability.

"Now that the great battle is settled, what are your plans, Your Highness?" the Champion Marquis couldn’t help but ask.

Lu Mingyuan replied calmly, "Naturally, we will return to the court in triumph. However, this trip back to the Capital City will likely be a perilous one."

"What do you mean by that, Your Highness?" Prince Zhenbei asked, seeming rather perplexed.

The Champion Marquis, on the other hand, had already sensed that something was amiss.

"When Your Highness speaks of peril, you must be referring to the Holy Emperor," Huo Qing mused, his gaze flickering as he looked at the old and weak within the Great Yan Army.

Prince Zhenbei was no fool; he quickly put two and two together.

For years, his daughter, Princess Consort Zhao, Yang Yingchan, had been corresponding with him through letters.

Many of those letters included analyses of the Court’s political trends and the situation in the Capital City.