Under an increasingly somber sky, a world-shaking storm was about to descend upon the flourishing capital. Thick, dark clouds gathered into spiraling vortices, manifesting ominous portents. Was this a sign of a changing dynasty, or a catastrophe that defied the heavens?
Just as the citizens of the capital stopped their work to gaze at the turbulent sky and whisper amongst themselves, the terrifying omen was finally fulfilled!
Accompanied by footsteps that boomed like muffled thunder, a gargantuan white beast emerged from South Gate Street. Roaring, it advanced step by step along the main thoroughfare, heading straight from south to north.
Pitiable street stalls and the buildings on either side suffered its wrath, crushed effortlessly under the white marten’s paws or reduced to rubble by an unfortunate sweep of its tail.
People fled in every direction, having no time to wonder why such a terrifying monster would appear in broad daylight.
In the scramble for their lives, some superstitious elders kowtowed to the white marten, begging for Heaven’s mercy—surely the Heavens were enraged and had sent this monster to punish the world!
Amidst the scattering crowds and rising screams, the capital fell into a panicked, eerie atmosphere. The wreckage was everywhere, as if an earthquake had struck or a gale had swept through. Meanwhile, the coup conspirators deep within the palace had clearly not yet noticed this anomaly.
One of the Prince’s death-sworn guards risked his life to burst into the palace, reporting: "My Lord! A monster has appeared on the streets!!"
He was dismissed by the Prince as absurd and sentenced to thirty strokes of the cane.
As the white marten drew closer, it pushed the coup one step further into a vortex of chaos. A political upheaval that was already a tangled mess of schemes and plots became increasingly bizarre due to unpredictable supernatural factors.
Outside the main hall, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Two tragically killed bodies stood as silent witnesses to the treacherous and cruel court struggle.
One was the "disemboweled" Leng Jing, and the other was Prime Minister Bai, who had been forced to drink poisoned wine.
It seemed that in the face of a pathetic fate, humans were truly insignificant. Deep love and noble character were nothing more than sacrifices in the eyes of the world.
Love was trivial; righteousness was weightless. What remained in the world was only the law of iron and blood—the survival of the fittest.
A few hours prior, in the dark wine cellar of the palace, two lackeys had followed the Prince’s orders to mix poison into the strongest wine so it could be used later.
However, upon entering the royal private cellar, the two lackeys were met with a dazzling array of bottles and a fragrant aroma. They were quickly so mesmerized by the precious nectars that they could hardly move. They thought to themselves: *Surely a small sip wouldn't hurt?*
Thus, they carefully sampled several fine wines before finally selecting a jar of "Thousand-Year Drunk" to mix the poison into.
This "Thousand-Year Drunk" was a rare treasure offered as tribute by a neighboring country thirty years ago. Because that country’s climate was frigid, most of its tribute wines were fierce and potent. Among them, the "Thousand-Year Drunk" was particularly fiery. It was said that when a young prince accidentally drank a small cup back then, he fell into a stupor for an entire month. Of course, the state of drunkenness varied from person to person; it was rumored that a King of the previous generation fell into a violent frenzy after drinking it, wielding a blade and hacking at everyone he saw in the palace, causing countless casualties. Consequently, the "Thousand-Year Drunk" was banned and hidden deep in the cellar, left untouched for years. Those two lackeys had blundered into mixing the poison into this most violent of spirits before carrying it away. Ultimately, the poisoned wine had been poured entirely into Prime Minister Bai’s stomach.
The poison itself was potent and overbearing, feeling like fire searing the internal organs after ingestion. Combined with the soul-scorching liquor, the mixture felt as if it were roasting one's vitals to a crisp—a punishment no less cruel than torture.
Crown Prince Jing, seeing his rival and his beloved both dead on the spot, wore a heavy expression. Finally, he raised his hand, prepared to launch the final decisive battle. Both sides were seeing red; a bloody massacre was about to begin.
However, Prime Minister Bai’s body suddenly underwent a terrifying transformation. His mouth gradually stretched wide, his skin turned paler and paler, and his body began to wither and shrink inside his robes. Yet his face grew longer and longer, until finally—
"M-Mother of God!!!!!" A scream erupted from the Prince’s camp. The men prepared to slaughter one another all turned to look at the corpse of Prime Minister Bai, which was undergoing a violent change!
"It’s a walking corpse!!"
"It’s a monster corpse!!!"
"It’s a snake demon, ahhhhhhh!!!"
Screams rose one after another. The braver ones retreated with their swords drawn, watching helplessly as the handsome young Prime Minister transformed into a massive white snake.
That was the effect of the poisoned wine! To Leng Qingqing, who possessed a thousand years of cultivation, mortal poison was nothing more than a catalyst for the alcohol. The giant white snake, who had yet to recover his memories, wobbled as it rose from the ground. It flicked its tongue, its eyes glazed and unfocused; it was still completely drunk.
After a long moment, the giant white snake spoke in a human tongue!
"Prince Jing’an!!! Give me back my wife and child!!" the white snake roared in fury. It swayed unsteadily, flicking its tongue in a fit of rage.
"Sorcery!" Prince Jing’an nearly fell off his carriage. He hurriedly ordered: "Quickly, slay this monstrous thing for me!!"
"Wait a moment." Leng Jing’s "corpse" actually spoke as well. After his hands scrambled around his "ruptured" belly for a bit, he actually detached the entire abdominal apparatus, threw it aside, and stood up.
Because of the terrifying transformations of these two, both camps fell into total disarray. No one knew if this was demonic law, strange sorcery, or if ghosts were truly wreaking havoc. In short, the meticulously planned coup had become violently bizarre.
"Ahhhhhhh~~~ My child~~~~~~" The giant white snake ignored the resurrected Leng Jing, lost in its drunken stupor. It roared toward the sky, and finally, its body expanded several times over, becoming "Snake-zilla." Wailing and throwing a drunken tantrum, the giant white snake smashed through the palace walls and went rampaging outside.
Everyone was scared witless. They all thought: *What is that?!*
"How did it turn out like this?" Leng Jing tilted his head, watching the retreating back of the giant white snake. His white robes were covered in blood from the pregnancy device, making him look quite peculiar.
"This must be a soul-bewitching illusion!" The Prince still refused to give up on his coup. He commanded his troops to continue fighting the Crown Prince’s men to the death.
"What are you still fighting for? How boring." Though Leng Jing’s voice wasn't loud, it carried great authority. A single cold remark caused the surrounding atmosphere to chill instantly.
"You monster!" The Prince ordered his archers to fire at him. However, when Leng Jing glared at the soldiers, their hearts turned cold with fear, and they dared not approach. Seeing the sword-wielding soldiers retreating, a rain of arrows took their place, falling toward Leng Jing’s head.
Leng Jing, unhurried, extended a hand and made a standard "No Entry" gesture. Instantly, the rain of arrows froze in mid-air, encased in ice. For a moment, it was a magnificent sight.
Everyone thought with aesthetic exhaustion: *Here comes another monster.*
"I am not a monster," Leng Jing said, as if reading their minds.
The crowd only felt a dazzling flash of white light before a majestic, snow-white dragon appeared imposingly between the two camps.
"It’s a dragon! A dragon!!" everyone cried out. Soldiers dropped their weapons one after another, taking the appearance of the white dragon as a revelation from Heaven.
"Prince Jing’an! The white dragon has appeared! This is a heavenly sign against your rebellion! Surrender now!" the Crown Prince roared, sword in hand. Before him, the white dragon coiled, its spiritual light blinding. Crown Prince Jing held his sword toward the sky, projecting the aura of a true Son of Heaven.
"Shut up! I am the Emperor chosen by Heaven! Therefore, the divine dragon protects me! Boy, surrender quickly!" Prince Jing’an also struck a very imposing pose.
Just as the two sides began to argue and face off again, the white dragon spoke in that same impressive, cold tone from before: "What are you arguing about? Boring. Hurry up and find a way to stop that rampaging snake, or the capital will be leveled to the ground."
With that tone, who else could it be but Leng Jing?
Crown Prince Jing sighed and dejectedly ordered his troops to stand down, telling his subordinates to reinforce the city walls and strive to protect the capital.
Prince Jing’an’s face also fell. He was the most failed coup-plotting prince in history, failing because of rampaging monsters. However, he would not give up his struggle! Prince Jing’an also ordered a retreat, pulling back three hundred li away from the dangerous place that was the capital.
Meanwhile, the white dragon leaped easily into the air, tracking the berserk white snake.
Outside the palace gates, the wailing, rampaging white snake encountered Diao-zilla.
Diao-zilla’s eyes sparkled with joy: "Master! Have you finally recovered your memories?"
"A monster, ahhhhhhh~~~~" the white snake screamed. With one sweep of its tail, it slapped the white marten down and continued its rampage.
The white marten, slapped down by a thousand years of cultivation, finally reverted to its original size. It couldn't get up from the rubble for a long time. At that moment, the white dragon soared past. The white marten used every ounce of its strength to grab the dragon’s tail, finally boarding the "Dragon Ferrari" it hadn't ridden in a long time.
Though the bump on its head still throbbed painfully, the spirited white marten climbed to the dragon's head, grabbed the horns, and shouted: "Young Master!! To restore Master to normal, charge!!!!"
Thus, a battle of monsters unfolded on the streets of the capital.
The giant white snake wept and ran frantically, soon breaking through the Crown Prince’s army. The white dragon followed closely, eventually maintaining a synchronized speed directly above the snake.
Suddenly, the white dragon dove down. Just as it was about to pin the snake down, the snake abruptly turned its head, its eyes gleaming with ferocity: "Die, monster!" It then coiled its tail around the "ugly little snake’s" neck, and the dragon and snake began to bite and grapple with each other.
The maddened white snake bit recklessly without restraint. The white dragon, afraid of hurting him, dared not use its teeth or claws. Consequently, it was coiled tightly and lost the upper hand. As the two fought incessantly, the white marten had long since scrambled out of the fray, watching this world-shaking struggle from a safe distance.
Seeing the white snake in a total frenzy, the white dragon took the snake coiled around its body and leaped toward the nine heavens. Carried by a massive surge of air, they soared into the sky and vanished in an instant!!
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