Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Chapter 86: 86 Great Turmoil Begins

Unlike the Maid’s Room where Chen Mo lived.

Wang Ying lived in a small courtyard. Besides him, there was a Palace Maid and an eunuch.

That’s right, as the Chief Eunuch of Weiyang Palace, he also had people to serve him.

And Xiao Yunxi was aware of this.

Besides acknowledging his hard work and service for over ten years.

Many of the senior eunuchs in the Imperial Palace have attendants around them.

Hence, Wang Ying was not an exception.

Moreover, since nothing inappropriate happened around Wang Ying, Xiao Yunxi turned a blind eye and tolerated it.

Ever since Wang Ying became the Chief Eunuch of Weiyang Palace, he wasn’t very keen on his duties. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have let Chen Mo serve the Empress that day.

He often deducted money from other eunuchs and maids for personal pleasure, claiming it as their tribute.

But as Chen Mo climbed higher and gained more favor.

Wang Ying became increasingly uneasy.

The joy of indulgence was gone.

Because when someone rises, another must step down.

Chen Mo had already become an Eunuch.

One more step, and it would be his position.

If he were truly pushed out by him, everything he had now would be lost.

Thinking that it was initially his own opportunity given to Chen Mo, Wang Ying’s feelings of hatred for Chen Mo intensified.

Thus, he racked his brains to find evidence to condemn Chen Mo into the abyss.

So, late at night, when he heard that the Empress wanted to discuss some matters with Chen Mo, he went to eavesdrop, wanting to know what the Empress instructed Chen Mo in order to sabotage or frame him.

But as he was about to eavesdrop, Chen Mo discovered him.

Fortunately, Wang Ying was trained and quickly escaped.

He wasn’t caught on the spot.

He thought to be more careful in the future.

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After Chen Mo returned to the Maid’s Room.

He took out the Jade Bamboo Liquid to begin cultivation.

The National Fortune he absorbed that day was not yet fully used.

Thus, he could still use the Emperor’s Divine Sealing Skill to absorb the power of the sun and moon.

Chen Mo planned to break through to the Sixth Grade Martial Artist tonight.

After all, in the simulation, breaking through to the Sixth Grade Martial Artist would solve Wang Ying.

And it wouldn’t be discovered.

So Chen Mo didn’t want to wait any longer.

Once breaking through to the Sixth Grade Martial Artist, it would be Wang Ying’s doom.

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The night was enigmatic.

Hundreds of miles away in Nanyang County, chaos was erupting completely.

In a county town, a member of the Rebel Army raised a torch high, surrounded by nearly ten thousand distressed citizens. They encircled a squire’s mansion, and the former shouted:

”Heaven is dead, the Yellow Sky will rise. General Tiangong can’t bear to see us trapped in the inferno, he’s here to save us. This is our first battle.

Folks, this damn Liu has oppressed and exploited us, forcing us to sell our sons and daughters and taking our lands through despicable means.

Today, those with grudges seek vengeance, those with grievances seek justice. Kill Liu’s entire family, skin him, and boil him in the pot for soup. Follow me and kill!”

”Kill!”

”Kill!”

”Kill!”

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Meanwhile.

”Knock, knock.”

”Open the door, open up.”

”Peng Haizhu, we know you’ve returned, stop playing dead and come out. This year’s taxes are due.”

”Come out now, come out, or don’t blame us for being rude.”

Inside a dilapidated wooden hut, three officials knocked heavily on the door with their torches, as if it was about to collapse at any moment.

These officials knew Peng Haizhu had just returned from labor service, and to rush completing this year’s tasks, they came overnight to collect his taxes.

But no matter how they knocked, the inside was silent, as if no one was there.

Suddenly, unable to hold back, an official shouted, ”Peng Haizhu, if you don’t come out, don’t blame us for setting your house on fire.”

Still no response from inside.

Under the gaze of his colleagues, the official felt humiliated and angrily threw the torch onto the thatched roof.

The roof caught fire instantly in the dry weather, and flames erupted.

At that moment, there was movement inside, and then with a bang, the door was knocked down, the officials at the door were pinned by the door panel, and a man with a cleaver and a full beard rushed out.

He slashed at one of the officials multiple times, shouting, ”Collect, collect, I’ll let you collect.

If you don’t let me live, then go to hell!”

The standing officials were shocked, hurriedly drew their official sabers, and tremblingly pointed at the bearded man, ”You... you dare to kill an official?”

”If I kill, then so be it. Not killing means death too, killing gives a chance for survival.”

The bearded man didn’t hesitate and attacked the official with the saber again.

A moment later.

The bearded man threw the bodies of the three officials into the burning house, holding an official saber and money he took from the officials. Staring into the dark sky, he took out a Yellow Talisman from his pocket:

”Heaven is dead, the Yellow Sky will rise. I, Peng Haizhu, rebel!”

Peng Haizhu’s figure faded into the night.

Only the fire behind him burned brightly, just like the flames in his heart.

Similar events happened elsewhere in Nanyang.

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As the sky turned pale.

Inside the room.

A thread of white gas was inhaled into Chen Mo’s abdomen.

His body trembled violently, and deep within, a faint sound of breaking echoed.

The sound was so melodious, flowing through his body, even his blood seemed to flow more smoothly, like heavenly music.

Because that was the sound of breaking through.

Chen Mo slowly opened his eyes.

Golden light shimmered in his gaze.

Sixth Grade Martial Artist, achieved.

The Sixth Grade Martial Artist, in the past, was also called Qi Field Realm.

This level of martial artist allowed True Qi to condense further into a Qi Field, which could distort attacks and even coordinate between each other.

This is why the Imperial Guard needed almost ten thousand, while only a few thousand Sixth Grade Martial Artists could block a First Grade expert.

And the Eight Desolates Prison was a formation of one person as an army.

Only Sixth Grade Martial Artists could truly unleash the power of Eight Desolates Prison.

Chen Mo clenched his fists.

The great turmoil has begun.

Only with great strength can one survive longer.

After getting up and tidying himself, and after washing up, Chen Mo headed to the Empress’s chambers.

According to what Yunxi said yesterday, today she would have someone take him to report to the Guard Infantry Department.

Arriving at Yunxi’s chambers, Chen Mo showed some concern to the other, and Yunxi smiled slightly, taking out a token from under her pillow and handing it to Chen Mo.

The token was made of iron, with the words of the Great Song Dynasty—Xiao.

”Take this token directly to the Guard Infantry Department to report, I’ve arranged everything for you. If you don’t know the way, go to the Xiao Family shop on Donghua Avenue, someone will take you there.”