Incarnation Of Gods: Endless War

Third-person POV

Murong Qing's legs were kicking the air as she desperately gasped for air. Her long beautiful nails were scratching Weisheng's hand, trying to loosen the grip of the hand.

"Ugh-Cousin…bro…ther…" Murong Qing choked.

Murong Qing glanced at Weisheng and a shiver ran down her spine. Weisheng's sclera had changed into black just like when he lost control of his power. His fangs also grew longer and sharper.

Murong Qing's body instantly froze and she stopped struggling. Her face turned bluer in every second and the vein on her neck and forehead bulged and visible.

Qiyi stood silently at the side, nonchalantly watching a woman almost half the size of the man being choked. As a servant, he didn't have the right to intervene in his master's affair. Furthermore, he had hated Murong Qing since long ago.

Just when Murong Qing's eyes rolled to the back of her head, Qiyi suddenly discerned three presences with strong aura approaching them with speed of lightning. Qiyi and Weisheng's other guards immediately alerted and summoned their weapon. The three mysterious people elegantly landed on the stone pavement.

Qiyi unsummoned his weapon when he saw the faces of the three mysterious people. The light green-clothed man quickly ran towards Weisheng with a fan in his hand.

"Your Majesty Emperor! You must not kill her!" Lu Ping said with a stern voice.

Weisheng didn't look at him or reply to him, his eyes stayed on the woman in front of him. Lu Ping gripped the fan in his hand and frowned. He raised his fan that was filled with his Qi and swung it across Weisheng's cheek.

Qiyi and the others that witnessed the slapping scene gasped in shock. Weisheng's eyes instantly went back to normal and the hand that was clutching Murong Qing's neck loosened.

Murong Qing's body fell to the ground like a sack of potato. She panted heavily as her trembling hands touched the bruise around her neck. Lu Ping didn't even spare a glance at Murong Qing and commanded Qiyi to restrain Murong Qing.

"Why do you stop me?" Weisheng asked with his head lowered.

Lu Ping couldn't see his expression because of the bangs that were covering Weisheng's face, but he knew what face Weisheng was making.

"Miss Lin will explain it to you, how about a more private place." Lu Ping extended his hand to the exit of Fei Hong Palace.

Weisheng glanced at Lu Ping's extended hand and walked away in silence. Lu Ping sighed and followed Weisheng together with Lin Zhenxin and Lan Qingshan behind him. But then, an ear-deafening shriek halted them in their track.

"Stop! Cousin brother! How can you still be affected by her spell?!" Murong Qing cried out.

Lan Qingshan knitted his brows in aggravation and turned his head to look at Murong Qing who was restrained by Qiyi.

"What spell?" Lan Qingshan inquired with a displeased tone.

Murong Qing turned her eyes to Weisheng's back that was facing her, "Cousin brother! It is Qing Qing! Qing Qing helped you escape from that witch's wicked witchcraft. Don't you realize that she had been fooling you all this time?!"

The frown on their faces deepened as Murong Qing kept spouting her delusional nonsense.

"Can you tell me more about this so-called 'wicked witchcraft'?" Lin Zhenxin stepped forward.

The smile on Lin Zhenxin's face was colder than the chilling wind that blew their faces. But Murong Qing didn't see it because her eyes stayed on Weisheng's tall figure.

"Cousin brother! Look! They are bullying me! No one believes me but I know you trust me. Qing Qing loves cousin brother and cousin brother also loves Qing Qing, they can't stop us." Murong Qing cried out while wiggled her hands out from Qiyi's grip

From the deepest of her heart, she wished Weisheng would turn around and give her a warm smile. But what she got was a cold shoulder from Weisheng. He continued to walk away without even giving Murong Qing a glance.

Murong Qing staggered as she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her lips didn't stop mumbling 'cousin brother' even after she was brought to a special prison that was specially built for prisoner with high leveled martial arts or unpardonable crime.

It was almost impossible to escape from the prison because every corner of the prison was guarded by Weisheng's elite forces. But most of the time, the prison was empty because usually the prisoner would be executed the next day.

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In a room with only five people, consist of Weisheng, Lu Ping, Lan Qingshan, Lin Zhenxin, and Qier. They sat in silence, only the sound of cup clinked to the marble table could be heard in the room.

Lin Zhenxin sighed and decided to break the deafening silence. She summoned a thick book and placed it in the middle of the table. She opened the book to the page where there was a picture of magic circles that resembles the magic circles that they found in the bas.e.m.e.nt. Weisheng glanced at the picture and looked at Lin Zhenxin indicating her to explain to him everything about the magic circles.

"This magic circles existed since long ago and it was banned two hundred years ago. The magic circles are used to transfer one's noble eyes to another person with different noble blood or even commoner blood.

The color of one's eyes would stay despite it reside in a different body with a different blood, Qi, and soul. But the requirement to perform this ritual is too high and precise. It had been done a few times since it was banned but failed miserably and caused the balance of this realm to be disrupted.

The ritual requires a large number of people that practiced dark magic since they were kids and used their blood to activate the dark magic circles." Lin Zhenxin explained with a grim expression.

By the mention of dark magic, Weisheng knitted his brows in suspicion.

"Dark magic? There must be a hidden purpose for them to do the ritual." Weisheng tapped his fingers on the table in contemplation.

Lin Zhenxin nodded her head in agreement, "En, as Your Majesty Emperor said, the true motive of the ritual is not the eye color transfer but it is to resurrect the demon power."

Their eyes widened in shock except Lin Zhenxin and Lang Qingshan, who would think that someone was trying to awake a catastrophe to the world?

Lu Ping covered his lips with his fan and turned his eyes to Lin Zhenxin, "Are you saying the truth? The picture you showed us right here, never mentioned anything such as dark magic. The magic circles that we saw in the bas.e.m.e.nt are exactly the same as-"

"Lu Gongzi, Miss Lin hasn't done with her explanation." Lan Qingshan gently placed his teacup on the marble table and gave Lu Ping a warning glance.

Lan Qingshan was Lu Ping and Weisheng's teacher therefore he knew exactly the way of thinking of his two students. Lu Ping is an overcautious person, he would not hesitate to suspect someone even though it is his co-worker or his friend.

Lu Ping respects his teacher as his own father, he believed that Lan Qingshan had figured out the riddle of the magic circles, that's why Lan Qingshan didn't seem to be surprised by Lin Zhenxin's revelation.

"Yes, Lan Laoshi." Lu Ping lowered his fan and gave an apologetic smile to Lin Zhenxin.

"It is fine. What Lu Gongzi said is indeed right. From a glance, the magic circles in the bas.e.m.e.nt and in this picture are identical. But do Lu Gongzi and His Majesty Emperor remember the blood splatters on the magic circles?" Lin Zhenxin summoned a wooden box and placed it beside the book.

Lin Zhenxin unlocked the wooden box and revealed a stack of tattered papers. Lu Ping scrutinized the paper and saw the picture of magic circles on the most top paper are also identical to the magic circles in the book and in the bas.e.m.e.nt.