The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor's Corpse-Chapter 338: Yang Yan Ascends the Throne, Controlling the Emperor Dynasty!

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Yang Yan Ascends the Throne, Controlling the Emperor Dynasty!

This was Zhao Xuanyin’s father, the Sect Master of Xianyun Sect, Zhao Yunlai.

"Xuanyin, well done!" A middle-aged man appeared next to Zhao Yunlai and praised.

He looked at Zhao Xuanyin with extreme joy!

This was an Elder of Xianyun Sect!

"Yunlai, your son is just as bold as you were in your youth," he continued.

Zhao Yunlai leaped to the ground.

"Boldness is essential for success!"

He glanced over the people around Zhao Xuanyin, finally fixing his gaze on Yang Yan.

"This man is wearing a Dragon Robe, which suggests a high status, extraordinary indeed!

He can even afford raw stones!

Xuanyin.

Is he the one you’re speaking of?" Zhao Yunlai asked.

"It should be him; no one else has his aura!" said the Xianyun Sect Elder who was previously next to Zhao Yunlai.

"Then let’s suppress him!" Zhao Yunlai said directly.

"Alright, Xianyun Sect members, come out!"

Figures dropped down, surrounding Yang Yan and others.

Zhao Xuanyin glanced at Yang Yan and then lightly coughed.

"Father, I’m sorry, I set you up.

I didn’t bring them here to suppress them; I brought them here to suppress you!

But as long as you don’t resist and immediately submit!

Then kneel before His Majesty and apologize, followed by ordering Xianyun Sect to submit entirely to His Majesty.

His Majesty is generous, and this matter will be let go!"

His words left Zhao Yunlai and Xianyun Sect people utterly bewildered.

"????" Zhao Yunlai was utterly confused.

The Elder of Xianyun Sect beside him pondered for a moment.

"Xuanyin must be joking with you, this child!

He likes to play around even at crucial moments, needs to be disciplined!"

Zhao Yunlai nodded upon hearing this.

"Indeed, but this joke is not funny.

Xuanyin, you need to reflect properly!" he said sternly.

Zhao Xuanyin’s face turned bitter.

"Father, I’m not joking.

Our Xianyun Sect cannot compete with him!

Even the Saint Master of Taihuang Holy Land has submitted to him!

Father, next, listen to me and do as I do!"

With that, Zhao Xuanyin knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I, Zhao Xuanyin of Xianyun Sect, am willing to submit to you unconditionally!"

He kowtowed to Yang Yan.

Zhao Yunlai frowled.

"Xuanyin, are you serious?"

He knew his son well, making him kowtow to others.

And doing it willingly was an absurd thought.

But now his son kneeled without hesitation, willingly and without a second thought.

"Father, of course I’m serious, quickly, come kneel with me!

Pay respects to His Majesty!" Zhao Xuanyin beckoned.

Zhao Yunlai hesitated for a moment.

"What did you do to my son!" he stared directly at Yang Yan.

The coldness in his eyes indicated he suspected Yang Yan of enchanting Zhao Xuanyin into his current state!

"I merely compelled him to submit," Yang Yan replied calmly.

Submit?

"Did you use an Evil Technique to make him submit?" Zhao Yunlai’s face darkened.

Yang Yan slightly shook his head.

"I persuaded with virtue," he stated.

Zhao Yunlai laughed coldly.

"Persuade with virtue, persuade with virtue!

My son would be swayed by someone’s virtues?

Ridiculous!"

He couldn’t believe it!

After he finished, Zhao Yunlai’s expression suddenly became grim because, right as he finished speaking,

he felt as if countless gazes were upon him, locked on by others’ auras!

The pressure increased tremendously!

"Hiss, why is it like this!" Zhao Yunlai felt a chill at his back.

The middle-aged man beside him used Secret Transmission to inform him.

"Yunlai, look at the sky!"

The sky?

Zhao Yunlai looked up with doubt, through the branches’ cover.

Through the gaps between the leaves, he saw the enormous black shadow behind the clouds, covering the sun and sky.

On the black shadow stood many figures.

Those people looked at him with cold eyes, as if they would descend to execute him with a single disagreement!

Among them, he recognized some!

"Heavenly Sword Sect Master, Tianling Sect Master...

Sword God Manor, Old Sword God is also present... along with that old turtle from the Zhan Family..."

Zhao Yunlai broke into a sweat! ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Persuaded with virtue... such a persuasive virtue!

This is persuading with virtue indeed!"

To press with power, to suppress with force!

Yet none of them moved; they just watched simply!

Yet it pushed his psychological pressure to its limit!

Gulp!

He swallowed nervously!

Bang!

Zhao Yunlai, the Sect Master of Xianyun Sect, didn’t say another word and knelt before Yang Yan.

"Zhao Yunlai, Sect Master of Xianyun Sect, greets His Majesty!

May His Majesty live a thousand years, ten thousand years, forever!"

With his kneeling, the entire Xianyun Sect couldn’t hold and knelt on the ground.

No longer resisting, shouting out long live!

"Persuaded with virtue, splendid!" exclaimed the Blind Old Man at this moment. "His Majesty is too wise, you have shown me what it means to persuade with virtue.

Without taking action, relying solely on personal charisma, made Xianyun Sect willingly submit to you!

Good, good, good!

This scene makes this old man want to compose a poem for His Majesty!"

Compose a poem again?

"This sycophant!" Zhao Xuanyin cursed in his mind while kneeling on the ground.

The other betrayed him, defected to Yang Yan.

Continuously mocking him sarcastically, making him furious.

"Save it for later, make them completely bow first," Yang Yan raised his hand to stop him.

The Blind Old Man bowed.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Following Yang Yan’s order, Xianyun Sect took the Heavenly Dao Oath.

Zhao Yunlai’s soul was also branded by Yang Yan.

After finishing, Yang Yan waved his hand.

"Stand up!"

"Thank you for Your Majesty’s magnanimity!"

Zhao Xuanyin, Zhao Yunlai, and others all stood up, showing utmost respect.

"Go wait in the sky, don’t scare the next group," Yang Yan ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Yunlai led his people up into the sky, aboard the flying vessel.

Tang Zhenyuan arranged them and stood amidst the crowd.

"To have many people, many forces, many strong ones.

Concealed above the clouds in the sky, auras condensed, unreleased.

Waiting until the ambush below fully appeared, to release auras and apply pressure.

In that instant, anyone would find it hard to resist!

Such skillful tactics!

Without taking action, oppressed others psychologically!" Zhao Yunlai thought to himself.

"Subdue the enemy without battle!

This time, Xianyun Sect has truly fallen.

But not unjustly!

Mere boldness isn’t enough; strength is necessary!

The bell’s ringing from Taihuang Holy Land earlier, perhaps it was also because of him!

Such a genius is rare in the world!

My son, I, are not as good as him!

Perhaps following him will lead to a bright future!"

He observed below, seeing the Blind Old Man.

"This old fellow is the most shrewd, presumably submitted at the first opportunity!"

The Blind Old Man seemed to sense Zhao Yunlai’s gaze.

"I had no choice, under the eaves, how can one not lower their head.

And it’s only bowing for a hundred years, a blink of time!"

He thought of this and immediately approached.

"Your Majesty, this old man’s poem is completed, please appraise it!"

Yang Yan’s gaze was profound.

"Mm, recite it on the way!"

Next, with others leading the way, Yang Yan subdued several powers.

By evening, Yang Yan sent away Zhao Xuanyin, Xianyun Sect, and other forces.

With the Blind Old Man, he stepped onto the flying vessel, disappearing from the region of Taihuang Holy Land.

He wouldn’t touch the forces here.

When needed, they’d be used.

After a night, they arrived at the location of the former royal capital of the Tianyuan Dynasty.

Below was still a barren wasteland, unchanged.

Yang Yan opened his Secret Realm, and Dragon Veins embraced Dragon Balls descending into the land.

In an instant, the barren, desolate land revived.

At this time, Tang Zhenyuan emerged holding a palace-like artifact!

"Your Majesty, I acquired a palace artifact, which can serve as a hall for the royal capital’s Imperial Palace!

For temporary use!"

Yang Yan picked it up and tossed it into the sky.

In an instant, the palace grew enormous, standing at the center of the former royal capital.

"Let’s go inside!"

"Yes!"

Yang Yan entered, making his way to the Dragon Chair.

Behind him, Tang Zhenyuan led officials from the Tianyuan Dynasty, and sect masters from Major Sects, standing in rows below.

As Yang Yan sat on the Dragon Chair, the palace erupted with brilliant light, showering him.

"We, ministers, pay respects to His Majesty, long live, long live, long live Your Majesty!"

"We, ministers, pay respects to His Majesty, long live, long live, long live Your Majesty!"

"We, ministers, pay respects to His Majesty, long live, long live, long live Your Majesty!"

Tang Zhenyuan took the lead kneeling, kowtowing and chanting for Yang Yan.