The Celestial Net

Above the grand hall, the torn divorce letter fluttered like snowflakes, each piece symbolizing endless mockery and humiliation.

"Fang Xiu, Yu Shuai, you have humiliated me beyond measure," Zhao Qing'er's voice rasped.

She stretched out her arms, and under the vibrational force of her true energy, her red attire shattered into pieces, a raging fury almost materializing around her.

Unprecedented shame and disgrace, being divorced twice in a few days.

Even for a princess, not to mention an ordinary woman, it would be impossible to lift one's head again in a lifetime.

Everywhere one goes, criticism and disdain would follow.

"The groom wearing white, so that's what it means."

"Hmph!"

Yu Shuai snorted, showing no sympathy for the desolation of Princess Royal.

A misstep becomes a lasting regret.

Everything unfolding in the court was the result of the father and daughter bringing it upon themselves.

"Our Young Master has fought for Mo Nation's prosperity, enduring injuries. He laid the foundation for you, the Zhao family, to enjoy this prosperous land. What have you done? With a single edict, you stripped him of everything, turning him into a cripple. The Marquis of Guanjun, once glorious, was once your pride, Zhao Qing'er. Today, when he almost sacrificed himself for the country, what have you two achieved? Sending two edicts, one dismissal and one annulment. Even Young Master's shattered dantian was all orchestrated by you, Zhao Qingyun. You've disregarded all the loyalty and efforts of Young Master. Even the loyalty given by a dog is more than what you've given. The Zhao royal family is so heartless, yet you still dare to accuse others as if you have done something noble."

A fiery glint flickered in Yu Shuai's eyes as he pointed towards Zhao Qing'er. "This divorce letter, a token from my hand to you, Miss Zhao, is not for any other reason but to vindicate my Young Master. The Zhao family is unworthy of the Marquis of Guanjun."

Yu Shuai's words resonated powerfully, each sentence striking like a heavy hammer in the hearts of everyone present.

Differentiating between right and wrong, truth and falsehood, the people began to feel lost.

Yet, for the majority, the allegiance to the royal family was paramount. Even if the Marquis of Guanjun had grievances, no one dared to speak up at this moment.

Zhao Qingyun's face turned extremely ugly.

The engagement ceremony had turned into a battlefield.

He considered himself wise and insightful, even suspecting Bai Zhan and Ji Mo.

However, he could not have foreseen that Yu Shuai was also one of the Four Great Rakshasas nurtured by Fang Xiu.

After all, Yu Shuai is a prodigious disciple of the Myth Sky Sect. What was the Myth Sky Sect? It was the hegemon of the entire Yun State. How could the Marquis of Guanjun of a mere secular nation had the means to infiltrate the Myth Sky Sect?

Yet, the reality was as such. Despite their jubilation, the father and daughter were left grasping at straws, embracing only humiliation and deceit.

Zhao Qing'er slumped in her chair, crestfallen, a trickle of blood staining her lips. The blow she received today was immense, far surpassing the humiliation inflicted upon her by Fang Xiu.

Unable to bear it, Zhao Qingyun approached his daughter's side, gently patting her shoulder. "Qing'er, it will all come to an end. I will seek justice for you."

While imperial authority may be indifferent, as a father, Zhao Qingyun's blood ran warm.

"Your Majesty, rebels are present. Do not hesitate; punish them on the spot," suggested Qin Jian, the Minister of War.

"Punish them on the spot," echoed a group of noble lords, all kneeling.

Stability in Mo Nation was necessary for them to enjoy their privileges.

Emperor Zhao Qingyun, cold and indifferent, cast his gaze on the five below.

"Good, very good. The Four Great Rakshasas are finally gathered. Although it's beyond my expectations, it doesn't matter. Fang Xiu, since you came to rebel, let's see if you have the strength for it."

Zhao Qingyun's aura surged, and he shouted, "Deploy the formation."

As his words fell, nine immensely powerful auras, like elusive ghosts, rushed out from different corners around Azure Cloud Palace.

Nine black-clad figures, each wielding a gleaming cold sword, moved at an incredible speed, changing positions with each other.

They trapped Fang Xiu and his group firmly in the center of the hall.

This sudden scene stunned not only Fang Xiu but also all the nobles in the court.

Nine masters at the Innate Realm represented the pinnacle of Mo Nation's strength.

It turned out the Emperor had long been prepared.

"Haha, well done. His Majesty is indeed far-sighted and decisive. Nine masters at the Innate Realm. How can Fang Xiu and the others resist? They're undoubtedly doomed."

"Amazing, His Majesty is truly wise. With this force, Fang Xiu's rebellion is hopeless."

"Historically, rebels have never met a good end. Even if Fang Xiu kneels and begs for mercy now, it's too late."

...

The engagement ceremony had turned into a battlefield, and the high-ranking officials retreated to the hall, watching the battle unfold.

With the fight of these cultivation experts, any slight mistake could lead to harming innocents, and thus, they could only be spectators.

However, their inner worries had completely vanished.

The Emperor's farsightedness and the deployment of the Celestial Net in advance meant that Mo Nation's prosperity and stability were not something anyone could jeopardize.

"Damn, this dog Emperor is truly cunning. I spit on him," Bai Zhan gritted his teeth, readying his battle preparation with a broad war knife in his hand.

The Four Great Rakshasas protected Fang Xiu in the center.

They were all Ninth-Rank Masters, exuding an aura comparable to experts at the Innate Realm, astonishing the onlookers.

"Your Majesty, Yu Shuai is from Myth Sky Sect, are you going to kill him too?" Someone worried.

Killing a disciple of the Myth Sky Sect was not a trivial matter; it might incur irreversible consequences.

"Kill him!" Zhao Qingyun, cold and ruthless, disregarded Yu Shuai's status as a disciple of the Myth Sky Sect and ordered their execution.

Yu Shuai frowned.

Zhao Qingyun's actions were different from what he had imagined.

Even though he did not know the details, there must have been other reasons for Zhao Qingyun to ignore Yu Shuai's identity.

Hum...

Nine experts at the Innate Realm simultaneously raised their swords, and sword qi rippled out, emitting a buzzing sound.

These were all the Emperor's trusted subordinates, lying in ambush here today for this moment.

The Four Great Rakshasas' expressions turned serious.

Gifted and determined, they were all Ninth-Rank Masters, possessing strength equivalent to experts at the Innate Realm.

Yet, in their hearts, protecting Fang Xiu was more crucial than anything else.

Especially Yu Shuai, Bai Zhan, and Ji Mo, unaware that Fang Xiu had already regained his strength.

In such a high-level battle, trying to protect Fang Xiu while facing experts at the Innate Realm was exceptionally challenging.

"Don't mind me, go ahead. Let me see your efforts over the years."

Fang Xiu, understanding their concerns, spoke up.

"Come on, get started. Old scruffy, let me show you the might of a tiger descending the mountain."

Bai Zhan roared.

His large knife radiated a golden tide as he ferociously struck towards the nearest elder.

Facing an enemy double their number and with higher cultivation, daring to take the initiative—this was the Four Great Rakshasas.

They remembered the teachings of the Marquis of Guanjun: only by approaching death infinitely could one comprehend the true essence of life.

They were the fiercest warriors under heaven, losing in terms of skill, not in momentum. Just fight it out.