Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu

"Have it your way!"

Chen Qing nodded, "I understand. You seldom venture out. After I quell the Imperial Capital's succession strife, I will stay a few more days in the Capital."

Miao Ying said: "That won't do. The Miao God will not allow it."

Chen Qing replied: "Don't worry, what I say won't incur blame from the Miao God. Even if there is any blame, it will fall on me."

After saying this, Chen Qing and Miao Ying parted ways, hurriedly returning to their respective temporary palaces under the cover of night.

Late at night, after summoning Feng Yi, Li Chonghuan entered the court to pay respects to the Emperor.

Everyone began to discern the signs; it was a move for the third son-in-law to seize the throne!

All three were leaders of a Great Sect, and behind the scenes, they were divvying up control of the Dragon race.

Their intervention meant a storm of blood and violence was inevitable.

The Imperial Capital was on the brink of being engulfed in Wind and Rain!

A large number of officials from the Imperial Capital either left the city or sought the residences of the three men, requesting to support the Prince they endorsed.

The next day, in the early morning, officials gathered in front of the Imperial Palace, crying out, "Emperor, you must not let Nanli enter the court!"

"Nanli, a barbarian! How could they be allowed into our great Da Yan?"

"Nanli once slew many of our Da Yan offspring in the Death Realm. How could we allow a Prince supported by Nanli to have the right to succession?"

Shortly after, the Dali Temple dispatched a large number of guards, taking all of these officials into custody.

The contest of power had already begun in earnest, even before the old Emperor had passed away.

On another day, Nanli's Prince Wen had a grand wedding with Princess Jin'an.

Late at night, just after paying respects to heaven and earth, preparing to enter the bridal chamber, Chen Qing suddenly heard a commotion outside.

Chen Qing pushed open the door to find Ji Shang in military attire, "Prince Wen, I didn't wish to disturb you at this time, but I must tell you something."

"The Emperor, he has passed away!"

Chen Qing took off his red robe and put on the Six Dao Demon God Armor, "These words, you can say to your sister. There's no need to tell me."

"Is this news true?"

Ji Shang said: "The Dragon Vein has collapsed; the Emperor must have indeed passed away."

Chen Qing said: "He passed away a day earlier than he himself had estimated."

Chen Qing turned his head, "Ji Ru, I'm sorry, I can't continue with our bridal chamber tonight. I must go out for a bit."

Ji Ru responded: "You go. This matter is more important. Don't worry about me."

Chen Qing said: "You take the Dragon Lord of the dragon race, protect the military forces I brought along with the many disciples. I'm off to fight for succession."

Ji Ru asked: "You won't need any of these?"

Chen Qing replied: "Not needed for the battle of succession, but they will be needed to suppress rebellion afterward!"

He strode out the door, "Ji Shang, follow me!"

Ji Shang accompanied Chen Qing as they walked on the great avenue in front of the Imperial Palace, which at the moment was deserted.

At the time of the Emperor's passing, a storm of blood and violence was inevitable; the throne of Da Yan had never changed hands smoothly.

The Cultivators from the Imperial Capital had already evacuated, leaving those intent on seizing the moment, ready to fight for their supported Prince to claim the throne!

Chen Qing looked at Ji Shang, "How exactly should we fight for this throne?"

Ji Shang said: "With the late Emperor's body and the throne!"

"The one who sits on the throne with the Emperor's body will be the next Emperor Donghua!"

Chen Qing said: "Then it's easy to handle!"

Just at that moment, the sounds of Iron Horse and military might came from behind. Chen Qing turned to see ten individuals at the Feather Transformation Realm leading hundreds at the Sky-reaching Realm coming their way, prepared to massacre the Imperial Capital.

Chen Qing snapped his fingers and said, "Mere Feather Transformation Realm dares to come seeking death?"

"Dream on. When you awaken, everything will have settled – better than sending yourselves to death!"

With the snap of his fingers, everything around plunged into a dreamlike state, collapsing to the ground, deep in slumber.

Ji Shang was astonished, "Prince Wen, have you... could you possibly be a Daoist Lord?"

Chen Qing smiled, "The truth might be more frightening than you imagine."