After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God-Chapter 1305 - 631 He is Emperor Yin Si Fuqings connection that

Chapter 1305: 631 He is Emperor Yin, Si Fuqing’s connection that reaches the heavens [4 more updates]

Chapter 1305: 631 He is Emperor Yin, Si Fuqing’s connection that reaches the heavens [4 more updates]

His words were spoken with dispassionate calm, but when they fell upon the ears of the listeners, they exploded like a relentless barrage of bombs.

Old Master Yu’s eyes suddenly bulged in terror as he exclaimed, “You… what did you call him… what did you say…”

It wasn’t the era of dynasties anymore; there was no emperor, so where did the title “Your Majesty” come from?

Even though Yu Xiheng wielded tremendous power, Mo Yanwen, as the head of the Mo Family, served only one monarch: Emperor Yin. How could he bestow such a sacred title upon another?

Mo Yanwen did not answer the question but instead reached out and squeezed Old Master Yu’s throat again to feed him the medicine given by Si Fuqing.

In a matter of minutes, the injuries inside Old Master Yu’s body healed and he regained some strength.

Yet, he became even more distraught, desperately clutching Mo Yanwen’s clothes. “What do you mean by ‘Your Majesty’? Why do you call him ‘Your Majesty’?!”

Combining this with what Yu Xiheng had said to him in the villa, an unbelievably inconceivable thought surfaced.

The Great Xia had a history of five thousand years, two thousand of which were exclusively under the reign of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Emperors who committed patricide were few, and the most notorious one was Emperor Yin.

This was one of his few criticized aspects.

Later generations who used the phrase “patricide and fratricide” to attack him were not few in number, branding him as an unprecedented tyrant.

Yu Xiheng…

All of a sudden, Mo Yanwen stood up. “Your Majesty.”

The Supreme Elder of the Feng Family also stepped forward respectfully, “Your Majesty, you have arrived.”

As Old Master Yu’s gaze shattered gradually, Yu Xiheng walked in slowly.

Though his presence was quiet, it bore an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Such an aura was definitely not something cultivated by a mere noble family.

How long must one sit in a high position to accumulate such an aura?

Old Master Yu didn’t know, but at that moment, he had completely succumbed to fear.

“Your Majesty,” Xiao Wenjian took a step forward and presented the Dragon Sparrow Sword to the man, “the criminal is here, please, Your Majesty.”

As soon as the Dragon Sparrow Sword fell into Yu Xiheng’s hands, it sang with resonance.

Although it was an inanimate object, one could sense its joy.

Seeing this sword, often depicted in history books, Old Master Yu’s lips trembled. “The, the Dragon Sparrow Sword…”

It was rumored that the Dragon Sparrow Sword accompanied Emperor Yin through thirteen years of conquest, its blade steeped in his blood; thus, only Emperor Yin could wield the Dragon Sparrow Sword.

He had thought this was nothing but apocryphal tales!

But now he saw it with his own eyes.

Yu Xiheng was actually the reincarnation of Emperor Yin!

Not only that, but he also retained the memories from his former life!

No wonder… no wonder that person had said to take good care of Yu Xiheng, stating that the rise of the Yu family was only a matter of time.

This was Emperor Yin!

The emperor who could command the three aristocratic families and four major alliances.

Wherever his sword pointed, the Duchies of the Western Continent trembled in fear.

Those who followed him established noble families that have lasted for a thousand years with profound heritage.

Old Master Yu sat on the ground, eyes devoid of spirit, as all his strength drained from him.

What had he done?!

“I won’t kill you,” Yu Xiheng said, his sword pointing at Old Master Yu’s brow, his voice cool. “To die is the easiest thing in this world.”

He sheathed the Dragon Sparrow Sword and raised his other hand.

Hidden weapons flew out, severing Old Master Yu’s arms.

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Old Master Yu couldn’t even let out a scream before Xiao Wenjian silenced him with a mute acupuncture point.

Looking at Old Master Yu’s pitiful state, Yu Xiheng remained unmoved and turned away, “Continue, watch carefully.”

**

In the hospital room, Si Fuqing considerately peeled an apple for Yu Qishan.

Yu Qishan took it with trembling hands, filled with trepidation.

Ever since discovering Si Fuqing was Heavenly Doctor Ghosthand, he felt ill at ease.

At that moment, the door opened, and Yu Xiheng entered. Finally, Yu Qishan exhaled a sigh of relief, “Shi Yan, you—”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the man approach and suddenly embraced the girl forcefully.

Si Fuqing was taken aback, sensing his hand on her neck was very cold.

Yu Xiheng’s voice was very low, “Si Fuqing, let me hold you.”

She remained silent, just quietly letting him hold her.

His chin rested in the hollow of her shoulder as he closed his eyes, the bloody and murderous aura about him finally calming.

Only while holding her did he seem to feel truly alive.

After a long while, Si Fuqing gently pushed him, “Brother is watching, you’ve dealt with the matters at hand, and I still have things unhandled.”

He complied with her promptly, quickly letting her go but still holding her hand, “Tomorrow.”