Dragon Raja: History Simulator

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After bidding farewell to His Majesty the Yellow Emperor, he did not return to his camp, but instead went to a palace on the side of the temporary palace and told the old man in front of him a story from afar.

"What do you want to tell me? What's the point of telling me all this?"

The old man remained silent for a long time, looking at Feng Hou who was unwilling to leave, and then quietly said.

"Your Majesty, you are the ruler of the world, and this is the story of your ancestors."

Feng Hou spoke with extreme humility, but his actions were far from respectful. He looked at the old man as if he were looking at an object on a shelf, observing the glory it had carried in the past, but not caring about the object's age.

Or rather, the older the better.

This makes it look even more special.

The old man seemed equally disheartened and unconcerned about Feng Hou's behavior. He quipped to himself:

"It's not like that anymore. The Xuanyuan clan has taken over my banner and my glory, including the share that belonged to my ancestors."

Similarly, he also took over the responsibility that belonged to my ancestors.

Perhaps now I should banish you from my palace and savor this rare tranquility, rather than choosing to chat idly here with you, a subject of the Xuanyuan clan.”

The old man reminisced about his past. In his childhood, he used to run in the wilderness. At that time, his father told him that he was the "Emperor" and would rule the whole world and fight against the alien races hiding in the shadows.

At that time, he was full of vigor and felt that nothing could stop him or hinder his future.

He never imagined that Shennong's legacy would collapse in his hands.

Looking at Feng Hou, who still wore a smile and outwardly maintained respect for him but never left, the old man felt a surge of anger. This anger was quickly crushed by reality, leaving him feeling desolate.

Looking at the stubborn and unmoving Empress Feng, he realized that he had no power to do anything to this subject, and felt extremely sad.

The old man said helplessly, "Feng Hou, as a subject of the Xuanyuan clan, you should be in the military tent commanding the army to guard against Chi You's sneak attack, instead of chatting idly with an old man like me."

"There is a great general in charge of the military camp, namely Li Mu, the vanguard of His Majesty the Yellow Emperor. He once led troops to break through Your Majesty's camp. I am not worried about any mishaps," Feng Hou shook his head and replied.

Li Mu was a general under the Yellow Emperor. He distinguished himself in the Battle of Banquan, a crucial battle in which the Yellow Emperor defeated the Yan Emperor, and was the Yellow Emperor's most beloved general.

In comparison, Feng Hou was more of a prime minister.

"So what do you want me to answer? Aren't you afraid that coming to me in the middle of the night will arouse suspicion in your Emperor Huangdi?"

The old man scoffed, saying that he was a descendant of Shennong and had the blood of an "emperor" flowing through his veins. In his opinion, no one should be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him as an "emperor".

Feng Hou smiled and said, "His Majesty the Yellow Emperor is magnanimous and would not do such a thing. As for why I came here to find Your Majesty?"

He remained silent for a moment, then drew a carving knife from his waist and placed it between the two men, the blade pointing directly at the old man.

The old man was not particularly alarmed, maintaining the composure of someone who had once been an "emperor." He said self-deprecatingly:

"Are you so loyal to your Emperor Huangdi that you would actually try to kill me on the eve of this war?"

"Your Majesty, you have misunderstood."

Feng Hou kept claiming it was a misunderstanding, but without hesitation, the short knife in his hand was already pointed at the old man's chest.

The old man offered little resistance. His once noble bloodline had long been eroded by the invisible chains that bound him day after day. Although he still maintained his former life of luxury, the pain of despair far outweighed the solace that wealth and honor brought him.

Unable to offer any further resistance, his only action was to close his eyes and straighten his disheveled clothes.

Perhaps this was the most neatly dressed he had been since announcing his "abdication".

The Xuanyuan clan allowed him, the last emperor of the previous dynasty, to retain his crown, but the disheartened old man knew that the dignity of a king lay only in the blade in his hand, not in empty glory.

But now, apart from glory, he has nothing left to cherish.

A dull ache throbbed in his chest as the blade tore through his clothes. Based on his past experience, the old man sensed that the blade had deliberately avoided his heart.

Although the pain persists, her life has been saved.

He opened his eyes, his expression unchanged, and looked at Feng Hou, who was holding the carving knife. "Aren't you going to kill me now?"

"How dare I? How dare I?"

Feng Hou turned his head slightly, and the crimson blood flowing from the tip of the knife in his hand slowly dripped to the ground, vaguely forming a blood-red character.

That's "inflammation".

Feng took a step back, showing his sincerity, and sheathed the blood-stained carving knife. He pointed at the blood-written words on the ground, his eyes blazing.

"Is this the question I wanted to ask His Majesty?"

He looked at the silent old man, his tone becoming increasingly hurried, "Your Majesty already has your own title, why choose this new honorific name?"

The old man smiled, but his face was unusually grim.

Is this what you were warning me about?

"I wouldn't dare." Feng Hou took another step back.

"However, now that things have come to this, only Your Majesty can tell me the truth. As a descendant of Shennong, why did you choose to join forces with the Western barbarians?"

"Alien?"

The old man seemed to have heard something ridiculous. He patted his chest, feeling the scabbed wound and the pain it caused.

"Half of our blood comes from the alien race you speak of, and..."

The old man twitched his lips, staggered to his feet, and roughly yanked open the curtain on the window beside him. The thin curtain was torn apart by the old man's immense strength and fell to the ground. The picture of men plowing and women weaving on the curtain looked ridiculous in front of the two men holding swords.

The old man pointed to the enormous dragon shadow flying outside the window and laughed loudly.

"Your Yellow Emperor is much more generous than me. What do you call him again?"

The old man's lips twitched, and his mocking laughter grew louder, "Yinglong."

He pointed at Feng Hou and said angrily, "Do you think giving him a new name doesn't count as colluding with other races?"

Feng Hou, also looking at the giant dragon in the sky, answered the first question first:

"Your Majesty, we ultimately chose the blood of the other half, rather than the half that gave us the power."

Looking at the old man's twitching lips, Feng Hou continued:

"As for the foreign tribes," he pointed to the soaring dragon, "His Majesty the Yellow Emperor is controlling these foreign tribes, just like the former Dragon Clan, and Your Majesty..."

Feng Hou bowed respectfully and said:

"Your Majesty, you are being controlled by a foreign race."

At the same time, the bright red character "炎" on the ground became even more conspicuous under the moonlight.

The old man, however, seemed to have regained his composure. He quietly said, "I did have contact with those foreign rulers in the West. During that time, I felt myself gradually losing myself, but..."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then said, "After you defeated me and imprisoned me here, I regained my senses."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but add sarcastically, "Moreover, as far as I know, your Emperor Huangdi gained enormous benefits from that war, even acquiring a portion of the throne."

Feng Hou was not surprised. His eyes were deep as he recalled the girl born in the palace three years ago, who had the appearance of an adult from birth. His tone was solemn.

"Yes! His Majesty the Yellow Emperor obtained a part of the throne, but no one was able to inherit it, so His Majesty could only let the throne itself come to life and created a girl with a human appearance."

"Is that so?" The old man didn't seem particularly surprised; he said calmly.

"After all, monarchs are all extremely selfish and self-serving, and it's impossible for them to choose to completely open the path to godhood like my ancestors did."

He looked at the character "炎" (yan, meaning flame) drawn on the ground with his own blood, and his anger intensified.

"You want to use my past connection with that throne to find his whereabouts?"

"Is it not feasible?" Feng Hou asked earnestly.

The old man before me was once the ruler of Kyushu, and at the same time, he also signed a blood-forged alliance with a king named Bronze and Fire.

Of course, the old man failed as expected. He had never completely ruled the "Nine Provinces," so he could not resist the Dragon King's erosion. He was implanted with the Dragon King's "egg" and almost became the Dragon King's puppet. Only the "Emperor's" blood in his body maintained his consciousness.

But during that period, the old man before them was almost synonymous with that bronze and fire king.

In the mysticism, the two are almost equivalent.

After the Battle of Banquan, His Majesty the Yellow Emperor defeated the old man before him and also obtained the "egg" inside the old man's body, which was almost equivalent to a quarter of the throne.

However, embarrassingly, none of them had the means to inherit the throne.

As time goes by, this throne will eventually return to the king of bronze and fire.

This is something no one can tolerate.

Therefore, His Majesty the Yellow Emperor made a decisive decision and chose to catalyze this throne, using his blood and the blood of that Western "goddess" to catalyze this quarter of the throne.

Thus, the throne was brought to life, completely severing its connection with the bronze and fire-based monarch and becoming a brand new life.

Feng Hou didn't know whether this new life should be classified as human or dragon, but His Majesty the Yellow Emperor clearly had a very special feeling for this new life.

He named the new life "Tiannv Ba" and even allowed her to meddle in the throne and power, which led to the capital almost becoming a desert.

Almost everyone believed that the girl was the daughter of the Yellow Emperor.

However, Feng Hou clearly understood that the girl's true identity was a product of the throne being activated through the Alchemy Kingdom's [Life Creation].

He didn't trust her, just as he didn't trust the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady" and "Yinglong" who were by the side of the Yellow Emperor.

But as always, the Yellow Emperor protected this newborn life, telling him, "This girl will become the next protector of this land, the final link in the chain, after they have all grown old and died."

Meanwhile, with the complete activation of this throne, the bronze and fire king was also severely injured. He abandoned his struggles in a sorry state, abandoning his two names, "Cancong" and "Yufu," and fled eastward in a disheveled state.

At that time, everyone believed that this king of bronze and fire might sleep for hundreds of years again, but unexpectedly, just three years later, Chi You rebelled, and the supporter behind the scenes was this king.

Of course, at that time, Feng Hou did not know that this king of bronze and fire was standing behind Chi You.

It wasn't until the next nine defeats that Feng Hou realized this.

This king of bronze and fire made Chi You's alchemy skills surpass those of the Yellow Emperor in just three years, truly deserving the title of "Alchemy Throne".

Thus, Feng Hou realized that Chi You himself was not the key figure in Chi You's rebellion; the real focus was the king hiding behind the scenes.

Otherwise, even without the Chi You Rebellion, there would have been the Sanmiao Rebellion or other rebellions, and His Majesty the Yellow Emperor would never have been able to inherit the legacy left by the ancient Three Sovereigns and become a true "Emperor".

Of course, His Majesty the Yellow Emperor understood this as well, which is why there was the "Yinglong" that constantly circled and flew in the sky but did not participate in the war, and why the "Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady" was always by his side.

However, Feng Hou had his own plans. He chose to swing his sword at the old man in front of him, take out his heart's blood, and try to find him by relying on the old man's past connection with that monarch.

Even worse, kill him completely.

The thought of this stirred Feng Hou's heart. The throne was unshakeable, and the Dragon King would not die—this was a fact proven by the ancient Three Sovereigns.

But now that this monarch has lost half of his power and the "cocoon" that served as his backup plan, is this "truth" still the truth?

He looked at the old man in front of him, wanting to get more facts out of him.