Yin Yang sipped his coffee, secretly marveling in his heart at how excellent the coffee at the Wannian Platform was. It was far better than the beans he usually bought for over two hundred per pound.
As he drank, he observed the surrounding incantations.
Incantations were like a programmer's code.
Different permutations and combinations would yield different effects.
He had already quietly memorized quite a few of them outside. Although the probability was high that he would never use them in his lifetime, even a single useful application would make it well worth the effort.
“Live and learn.” This was a philosophy Yin Yang had always believed in.
To him, acquiring knowledge was like legal robbery.
To easily snatch away the experience others had spent a lifetime accumulating—was there a more lucrative deal in the world?
He studied them so intently that he finished his cup of coffee without even realizing it.
“Is there anything to eat?”
“What would you like to eat?”
“Just some desserts will do.”
The woman waved her hand again, and before long, someone brought up some exquisite pastries.
Looking at the pastries, Yin Yang suddenly recalled a story.
It was about two farmers imagining what kind of life the emperor lived. One said the emperor must eat white flour buns until he was full, while the other said the emperor surely used a golden hoe to till the fields.
That was the most luxurious life they could conceive.
And right now, Yin Yang was that very farmer.
As he ate the pastries, he suddenly looked up.
“Can I pack some of these to go?”
The woman was taken aback. She had been at the Wannian Platform for five or six years, and this was the first time she had ever heard such a request.
Still, it was just a few pastries, and she could make that call. After all, she had no idea how many pastries the Wannian Platform threw away every day.
“I'll have some of each packed for you when you leave.”
“Thank you, you're very kind.”
Yin Yang thanked her and went back to eating his pastries.
Then he returned to studying the incantations, quite content in his own world.
The woman's gaze turned somewhat peculiar as she watched him.
Ordinary people would be extremely tense upon arriving at the Wannian Platform, which was, after all, the absolute center of power in Great Wei!
Yet this man was casually eating and drinking. Was he not afraid of committing a breach of etiquette when he met His Majesty shortly?
She couldn't tell if he just had nerves of steel or simply lacked a brain.
Another half hour passed like this before someone finally arrived to announce that His Majesty wished to see Yin Yang.
Only then did the woman lead Yin Yang out of the reception room and over to the door of a room at the other end of the hall.
“Remember what I told you earlier.”
After she spoke, she glanced at the woman guarding the entrance. The guard pushed open the heavy doors and led Yin Yang inside.
The room was very quiet. Yin Yang looked straight ahead and saw three people seated on an elevated platform.
The one on the left was someone he had seen at the previous banquet—the absolute pillar of Great Wei, Wan Tianqing.
The one on the right was also an elderly man. He was relatively well-proportioned but looked completely drained of energy, as if he were dozing off.
As for the person in the very center, he gave Yin Yang an incredibly familiar feeling.
There was even a faint trace of Yin Yang's own kidney's aura lingering on him!
On the surface, Yin Yang remained completely unperturbed, but his mind was racing furiously.
His appearance is very similar to Qin Ye's, and considering his age, he must be the Monarch of Great Wei. But why does he also carry the aura of my kidney?
No, it's not just the aura of my kidney. There's another layer of familiarity.
Why? Have I met him before?
Wait...
No, that's not right!
With Wan Tianqing right there, Yin Yang did not dare use his Perception skill, as he would undoubtedly be detected.
Even so, he keenly sensed something amiss: the soul aura of this Monarch of Great Wei was incredibly similar to Qin Ye's!
One had to understand that even between a biological father and son, their soul auras could never be identical.
Yet the soul auras of this father and son were so close they might as well belong to the same person.
“Liu Yang, were the things you said yesterday truly from the bottom of your heart?”
From his elevated seat, Qin Qian's voice carried immense majesty.
“They were.”
“And when you previously said Great Qi had a higher chance of winning, was that also from the heart?”
“Yes, it was.”
“Hahaha, what an interesting lad.”
Qin Qian burst into a hearty, resonant laugh that carried a powerful, infectious energy.
Wan Tianqing also turned to look at Yin Yang and said,
“Indeed, he is quite an interesting young man.”
Hearing both of them say this, the elderly man on the right finally raised his head to look at Yin Yang.
The moment Yin Yang's eyes met his, his mind went completely blank.
It was as if he were witnessing the joys, sorrows, partings, reunions, births, aging, illnesses, and deaths of countless people.
“What is your purpose?”
The man's voice was raspy. Yin Yang instinctively wanted to answer with absolute honesty.
But the moment the words were about to leave his mouth, they naturally shifted into:
“To rouse the fighting spirit of the people of Great Wei.”
Hearing this answer, Qin Qian and Wan Tianqing looked even more pleased.
The elderly man asked once more,
“Are you a spy for Great Qi?”
“No.”
“What is your purpose in coming to Central City?”
“To escape the war.”
As he said this, his expression grew somewhat pained.
Only then did the old man withdraw his gaze. Yin Yang panted heavily, looking at him with a face full of simulated terror.
No matter who it was, their expression would not be pleasant after discovering they had been manipulated by someone else.
“Hahaha, Elder Huang, look at you, scaring the kid like that.”
Qin Qian chuckled, then looked at Yin Yang with a warm, gentle expression.
“You are a celebrity in Great Wei now. Work hard, and Great Wei will not mistreat those who contribute.”
“Thank you, Your Majesty!”
Yin Yang hurriedly bowed. Qin Qian waved his hand, and someone entered from outside to escort Yin Yang out.
He only has the aura of my kidney on him. It seems highly likely that the rest of my organs are not in his hands.
But his soul aura is almost identical to Qin Ye's. Was it him or Qin Ye who took my organs back then?
Yin Yang pondered as he walked.
It was vital for a person to have self-awareness.
With his current strength, seeking revenge against the Monarch of Great Wei was unrealistic.
Take the elderly man next to the monarch just now—with a single glance, he had almost stripped Yin Yang of his ability to resist. How terrifyingly powerful was he?
Fortunately, Yin Yang was no pushover either.
He had plenty of confidence in himself. It might be unrealistic now, but it would become very realistic once he reached the Demigod Rank.
As long as he prepared thoroughly enough, a hit-and-run strategy was not out of the question.
Or he could pit his enemies against each other.
If all else failed, he would just keep cultivating and strike back once he was strong enough.
As the ancients said, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even if it takes ten years.
His mind was slightly chaotic, and his thoughts began to drift.
Realizing this, Yin Yang forced himself to focus. Letting his mind wander made it too easy to expose his true self.
For example, his walking habits or minor subconscious gestures could easily give him away, which was highly dangerous.
He forced himself to focus on his stride, the surrounding layout, and the incantations, acting as though he were merely a tourist taking in the sights.
But as Yin Yang looked around, he suddenly froze. He thought he had made a mistake, so he began to recall all the incantations he had seen earlier.
He compiled and processed these incantations in his mind.
As the calculations progressed, his mouth grew dry.
This Wannian Platform... is alive!!!
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