Great Dao Lord through Deducing Myriad Arts

Chapter 248: Chapter 212: Important Information, Setting Off (Part 2)

"Are you saying Prince Jing is instigating this? He wants to usurp the throne?"

This time, Miyagi Yoshiaki was even more shocked.

Because Wu Liangchen’s mind worked impossibly fast.

He had only made a casual remark, yet Wu Liangchen immediately deduced that Prince Jing intended to usurp the throne.

’Never mind his martial arts talent; with such sharp perception alone, this man was not to be underestimated.’

"He does have that intention. After all, most of the Great Yan imperial court is made up of his people. Under such circumstances, how could he be content to remain subservient to a woman? Don’t forget, his surname is Yan, too!"

Miyagi Yoshiaki had no interest in these courtly squabbles. As far as he was concerned, it didn’t matter how many of those parasitic officials died.

’As for who becomes emperor...’

’With the Yan Dynasty on the verge of collapse, does it even matter anymore?’

Wu Liangchen looked at Miyagi Yoshiaki and suddenly said, "And?"

"And what? That’s everything I know! I swear I haven’t hidden anything," Miyagi Yoshiaki said urgently.

The moment he finished speaking, Wu Liangchen snapped another one of his fingers. The excruciating pain beaded Miyagi Yoshiaki’s forehead with sweat.

"I told you to hide nothing. But you’re not being honest."

Miyagi Yoshiaki trembled all over, a look of confusion on his face, as if he didn’t know what Wu Liangchen was talking about.

"Your East Sea nation can’t be that naive, can it? Even if Great Yan is in turmoil, its foundations are still intact. Never mind anything else, just how do you plan to deal with its Grandmaster Realm Martial Artists?"

Miyagi Yoshiaki shut his mouth and said nothing.

But the panic in his eyes betrayed him.

Wu Liangchen smiled.

He knew he had touched upon the heart of the matter.

"Actually, I can guess even if you don’t tell me. There are only two possibilities. One: you’ve already bribed all of Great Yan’s Grandmasters. But that’s highly unlikely, because if you had the resources to do that, you wouldn’t be bothering to scheme for Great Yan’s territory."

Martial Arts Grandmasters have big appetites, so the cost to buy them off is also extremely high.

Although the East Sea nation is rich in Gold, that stuff is only useful to ordinary people. It holds little allure for Grandmasters.

After all, it’s laughably easy for a Martial Arts Grandmaster to acquire wealth.

To buy them off, only precious Cultivation Resources would suffice.

And if the East Sea nation could produce such items, they wouldn’t need to go to such great lengths to plot for the Great Yan empire.

"So that leaves only the second possibility: you’ve found some way to counter Martial Arts Grandmasters and other high-realm Martial Artists. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so confident."

"And this ’thing’ must be very precious, something that can only be used at a critical moment. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gone to such pains to lay the groundwork in Great Yan ahead of time."

"So, am I right?"

If Miyagi Yoshiaki’s face had merely been pale as paper before, now even his lips were drained of color, his eyes filled with panic.

Seeing him like this, Wu Liangchen knew he wasn’t far from the truth and let out a small sigh.

"Tell me exactly what it is, and I promise I won’t kill you."

Wu Liangchen hadn’t expected to gain so much from this.

He had only intended to gather some information while dealing with Miyagi Yoshiaki.

He never thought he’d make such a bombshell discovery.

If the East Sea nation truly possessed such a thing, it would be a major threat to him as well, so Wu Liangchen naturally had to get a clear answer.

But Miyagi Yoshiaki remained silent. Instead, he closed his eyes, a look of stubborn defiance on his face.

"I didn’t realize you had some backbone. In that case, I’ll send you on your way."

Wu Liangchen wasted no more words. He reached out, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him straight off the ground.

Under the immense pressure on his neck, Miyagi Yoshiaki’s vision began to blacken, and breathing became a luxury.

What’s more, the pressure continued to mount.

Miyagi Yoshiaki could even hear his own vertebrae grinding under the tremendous pressure.

He struggled to open his eyes, his entire face turning a deep purple, and then weakly patted Wu Liangchen’s wrist.

The next instant, Wu Liangchen released his grip.

THUD.

Miyagi Yoshiaki collapsed to the floor, breathing in deep, greedy gulps.

’He finally understood why the Warriors of the East Sea required a second to be present during seppuku.’

’Because the fear of death couldn’t be resisted by sheer willpower.’

"Are you sure you won’t kill me after I tell you?" Miyagi Yoshiaki said, struggling to lift his head.

"Are you questioning me?" Wu Liangchen arched an eyebrow.

Miyagi Yoshiaki gritted his teeth and finally spoke.

"It’s a new type of weapon from even farther overseas. It’s incredibly powerful and can even snipe targets from a distance. We’ve tested it; it can counter a Fourth Realm Grandmaster."

The East Sea nation naturally has its own Grandmaster Realm Martial Artists, and in no small number. However, most of them are scattered among the common people and do not answer to the government.

A flicker of recognition sparked in Wu Liangchen’s mind, as Miyagi Yoshiaki’s description felt oddly familiar.

"What does this thing look like exactly, and just how powerful is it?" Wu Liangchen immediately pressed.

Miyagi Yoshiaki shook his head. "I don’t know."

Then, as if afraid Wu Liangchen would get the wrong idea, he quickly added, "I really don’t know. It’s top secret. Only the Monarch and a few of his generals have access to it. I only know that such a thing exists."

This didn’t surprise Wu Liangchen.

’After all, with a superweapon like this, the fewer people who knew, the better.’