Chapter Two: Forced Dispersal of Energy, The Arrival of the System
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Cultivation revoked!
Yang Chuan’s eyes narrowed, a flash of killing intent quickly fading.
In this world, martial arts existed.
Yang Chuan was exceptionally gifted; on the path of martial cultivation, his momentum surged like a rainbow. Within a few short years, he had elevated his martial prowess to the Grandmaster realm.
He had even led Yan Wugou, cutting through enemy nations, all the way to Ping Tian City, the capital of the Great Kang Kingdom, quelling internal strife in a single stroke and smoothly ascending the throne.
Unexpectedly, today, the entire court, both civil and military officials, demanded that his cultivation be revoked!
Yang Chuan stared intently at the Empress.
On her face, there was a faint struggle, but ultimately, she resolved herself.
“Minister Yang, the Chief Censor’s words are reasonable. From now on, as a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, you need no longer fight on the battlefield; your cultivation is of no use.”
“Moreover, the ‘Ping Tian Manual’ you have mastered is a secret of the Great Kang royal family not meant for outsiders…”
Though the Empress spoke as if negotiating, her tone was imbued with unyielding authority.
Yang Chuan’s heart sank into utter despair.
Times had changed.
The Empress, now commanding three hundred thousand elite imperial guards, was no longer the hostage who had once timidly survived in the empire. She no longer needed Yang Chuan’s Grandmaster-level martial power to protect her.
Back then, Yang Chuan had pushed himself to the Grandmaster realm in a short time to help her escape the empire sooner. Though gifted, it had cost him immense effort.
Now, with a single word from her, she wanted to strip him of his cultivation!
Before Yang Chuan could react, three figures clad in brocade robes and iron armor with covered faces stepped forward.
Each exuded the aura of a Grandmaster!
The Empress had clearly prepared well, anticipating that Yang Chuan might resort to violence out of desperation!
“General Yang, do not force our hand. Even though you are a Grandmaster, if we move against you, your cultivation will surely be revoked!” one masked man said coldly.
From the imperial platform, the Empress watched Yang Chuan with amusement, as if observing a cricket trapped in a jar, a playful expression lingering on her face.
Today, she had prepared thoroughly!
The three Grandmasters began to close in on Yang Chuan step by step.
Although they spoke arrogantly and appeared overbearing, no one dared underestimate Yang Chuan.
When he first entered the Grandmaster realm, he had slain two enemy Grandmasters in succession; his current strength was undoubtedly far greater.
Yang Chuan sighed deeply.
Hands clasped behind his back, his aura suddenly shifted.
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Like standing on the edge of an abyss, like climbing a towering mountain!
The three Grandmasters’ faces changed drastically, and the entire court trembled in fear!
Even the Empress seated on the dragon throne, usually composed and calm, showed a look of disbelief.
Yang Chuan’s Grandmaster aura had risen to its peak—perhaps only a step away from the realm of the earthly immortals!
Had he chosen to strike now, within a hundred moves he could defeat the three Grandmasters.
Within mere steps, he could have easily taken the Empress’s life!
A miscalculation!
The three aggressive Grandmasters halted, despair written on their faces.
Yet, to everyone’s surprise,
Yang Chuan did not attack!
His aura began to falter, his momentum rapidly dissipating.
His face turned pale.
He was forcibly dispersing his cultivation through a reversal technique!
Even many non-martial officials present could see what he was doing!
The Empress’s expression grew complex as she watched Yang Chuan.
“Would you rather dissipate your power yourself than say a few soft words to me?”
Very well!
Her gaze grew cold and ruthless.
At that moment, Yang Chuan’s martial cultivation was completely gone.
His face drained of color, he swayed unsteadily.
Though a few friends in the court rushed forward to support him, Yang Chuan waved them off, standing proudly despite his weakness.
“Your Majesty, when we were hostages in the Great Qi Empire, we lived in hardship at Cheng’en Temple, barely surviving.”
“You granted me the ‘Ping Tian Manual’, helping me reach the Grandmaster realm. I slew two Grandmasters of Great Qi, bearing over ten wounds to protect you and return to Great Kang.”
“Since Your Majesty wishes to revoke my cultivation today, there is no need for you to do it personally; I will disperse it myself!”
Even those officials who had impeached him could not help but sigh.
A loyal man, a patriot, reduced to such a fate—who was to blame?
But the Empress’s heart was as hard as iron!
She neither thought she had gone too far nor felt remorse; instead, a hint of anger flickered within.
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Yang Chuan had once used his life to protect her; after all, she was the sovereign!
“That’s enough! Minister Yang, I remember your contributions, but royal cultivation methods must not be shared beyond the family. Besides, as a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, you won’t need to fight on the battlefield anymore.”
“If your cultivation is to be revoked, so be it!”
These words shattered the last thread of hope in Yang Chuan’s heart.
Since Yan Wugou’s ascension to the throne, she was no longer the comrade who had endured hardships with him.
His lifelong goal of supporting Yan Wugou and revitalizing the prestige of Great Kang had vanished—where was he to go from here?
[Beep!]
[Detection: The host is currently at a crossroads in life!]
[Life Choice System activated!]
[This system is dedicated to helping those lost find direction again, helping those with no path rediscover their way! The system is at your service! (This system is not suitable for those with decision paralysis)]
[Please make one of the following choices:]
[1. Kneel and beg for mercy, swallow your pride, accept demotion and dismissal, bow before Yan Wugou, and willingly become a kept man or caged beauty. Reward: The language of the steel wool flower.]
[2. A gentleman’s revenge is never too late—lie dormant, wait for the right moment, and secretly contend with Yan Wugou! Reward: Third-rank Martial Artist realm!]
[3. I refuse to endure this nonsense! Strip off your official robe and cap, resign, and leave—no longer serving! Reward: Seventh-rank Martial Artist realm! Complete the Ten Thousand Return to Truth Technique!]
The sudden voice in his mind left Yang Chuan stunned.
It was already extraordinary enough that he had crossed into this world, but to have the essential transmigration system arrive after seven years—what a rare turn of fortune!
Looking at the three translucent options before him, Yang Chuan’s heart surged.
He had just dispersed his cultivation; his dantian meridians were damaged, making further training seemingly impossible.
Yet the system offered him an excellent choice!
Yan Wugou watched silently as Yang Chuan said nothing, feeling a bit triumphant.
It seemed that the pressure she had applied had dealt him a heavy blow.
She wanted Yang Chuan to understand that without her, he was nothing!
“Since you have dispersed your cultivation, I suppose you also agree to relinquish the position of Grand Minister and take up the role of a Hanlin Academy scholar?”
Yan Wugou’s tone was relaxed and casual.
All eyes in the court fixed on Yang Chuan.
Would he accept his fate?