Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

The scripture of West Palace was a cyan colored cover, representing Martial power;    

The Middle Palace is covered by a black cover, representing evil (hereafter referred to as witchcraft etc.);    

The Eastern Palace's cover was red, representing the wealth and the white skin of the Anggui scripture that represented the manpower.    

Therefore, a long time ago, when the Anggui King was forced to give the scriptures to his three great Palace Master s, he had left behind a white skin with Anggui scripture that allowed him to use the manpower of the Church.    

Therefore, the White Coat s' Anggui was also highly valued: as long as one obtained the White Skin Anggui Scripture, one could command countless disciples in the world to do great deeds …    

This was already the common understanding of everyone who knew of the existence of Anggui Cult.    

However, a book that was bestowed with a magical color suddenly appeared in Iron Muzhen's mausoleum, in the topaz box on top of his pillow.    

What was going on?    

Are my eyes playing tricks on me?    

The most important part that Big Khan valued the most, the White Coat Anggui scripture that was able to be together with the soil of dozens of countries, was actually the one that could be found in the Anggui Cult!    

Instinctively, Gao Fei took out the book from the box and looked at Tieh Tu.    

Tieh Tu's eyes were also filled with shock.    

He seemed to understand the doubt in Gao Fei's heart. He shook his head slowly and said, "Don't ask me, I don't know either."    

Gao Fei casually flipped open the book, and strongly shook his head, muttering: "The white 'Anggui Scripture' that is regarded as the most precious treasure in Anggui Cult, is actually treated by Iron Muzhen as the most precious funeral present item. What does this represent?"    

Tieh Tu rubbed his head that was hurting and said some nonsense, "This means that he values this book a lot, just like the dozens of countries he conquered."    

"Why does he place so much importance on the 'Anggui Classic' with its white skin?"    

"This book must mean a lot to him."    

After saying this, Tieh Tu's eyes suddenly brightened as he said with a cackle: "Could it be …"    

Gao Fei also suddenly came to his senses, and said anxiously: "Could it be, that Iron Muzhen is actually a member of the Anggui Cult!?"    

Tieh Tu replied softly, "Maybe, he was once the Anggui King."    

Gao Fei continued, "It was because he had joined the Anggui Cult that he had become that era's Anggui King. That was why he had the authority to mobilize all the people in the world within the Anggui Cult.    

As if he were narrating something, Tieh Tu nodded. "Yes. When Iron Muzhen finally became a hegemon, he was worried that the new Anggui King would obtain this book after his death and use it to rebel against his Empire of Dayuan. That was why he decided to bring this scripture book to the mausoleum. "    

After Tieh Tu said this, the two of them simultaneously deduced the mystery behind the appearance of the《 Anggui Scripture》: At that time, a plainsman named Iron Muzhen came out of the Anggui Cult. Later on, with his formidable strength, he became the Anggui King of that era. Thus, he mobilized all the members of the church in the world to cooperate with the invincible Steel Cavalry of the prairie to create an empire that would sweep across the entire world. Before he died, he was worried that the new Anggui King would take away his mountains, which was why he brought the White Skin Anggui Scripture into the grave. The reason was that he did not wish for future generations to be poisoned by the strong power within the Anggui Cult.    

Thus, after the Empire of Dayuan, just like how the emperor of the Central Plains never saw the successor of the Imperial Jade Seal left behind by the First Emperor, the white skin that could call upon all the Anggui Cult in the world, the《 Anggui Scripture》, disappeared forever.    

The new Anggui King was only the Anggui in name, but he didn't have the ability to summon the 'Scepter' of the Under Heaven Sect. Thus, like Living Buddha Kayang had said, he could only go and seize the other three great Palace Master s'《 Anggui Classic》, hoping that she would be able to find her own, white skin through the other three scriptures.    

So many reasons, so many answers, and in the end, concluded with a truth that no one believed in: The great sweat of the First Generation Natural Talent, is actually the Anggui King of an era!    

Not only did he fulfill the dream of the first generation Anggui King, Princess Lingyu, to return to his country, he even created a grassland empire which shook the entire world.    

The answer might be very simple: He was the Anggui King of the Anggui Cult, and under his command he had the most financial, material and human resources in the world. With the assistance of many strange people from the church and some lucky coincidences, he was finally able to become a hegemon.    

Perhaps, this deduction was laughable. It was impossible for one's Anggui Cult to possess such heaven-defying strength.    

But, other than this, what other reason could he have to explain that the White Coat 'Anggui Scripture would appear in Iron Muzhen's mausoleum?    

With a loud bang, the coffin shook violently a few times. Three of the four corners of the jewel rack inside the coffin fell to the ground. The watermelon balls like gemstones rolled around under their feet, waking up Gao Fei and his partner in disbelief.    

The two of them looked up at the sky and muttered, "The Heavenly Coffin outside was completely smashed."    

"Our end is here."    

"But we've discovered a big secret."    

"Iron Muzhen, he's actually the Anggui King of Anggui Cult."    

"He relied on the power of his Anggui Cult to gradually strengthen, and eventually founded the Prairie Empire."    

"If I was the Anggui King, I might not have been able to achieve such a great result."    

"This is Heaven's Mandate."    

"Could it be that after we discovered this secret, we ended up dying by his side? Is this also where destiny lies?"    

Gao Fei was unwilling to accept this.    

Tieh Tu raised his hand to rub his cheek and said lightly: "Did you forget the incantation on the box?"    

Gao Fei swallowed his saliva. "Lao Tieh, you mean, before he died, he already calculated that seven hundred years later, there would be two idiots who would run into his coffin, that's why he left that spell?"    

"Ai, perhaps all of this was arranged by the heavens."    

Tieh Tu let out a faint sigh, reached out his hand to pinch the golden muslin covering Iron Muzhen's body, and asked, "Before you die, do you want to see Iron Muzhen's true appearance?"    

Gao Fei tightly held onto the book, and said with a ferocious expression: "Of course I want to! If his corpse can still be as flexible as you say, in order to take revenge on him for ruining this mausoleum, I don't mind blowing up his daisy! "    

Tieh Tu curled his lips in disgust: "Your biggest strength is that you can say something that makes me feel disgusted under any circumstances. Even if you have a lot of resentment, you wouldn't dare to do that to an old man who died."    

Gao Fei said fiercely: "You want me to do this to you?"    

Tieh Tu shook his head, "Of course not. But there's a woman here. As the wife of the First Generation Natural Talent, she should be very beautiful, right? "    

Gao Fei snorted: "Hmph, I hope her body hasn't shriveled up yet, and she still has some looks."    

"If you don't have any looks, you can just lift it up and take a look."    

As Tieh Tu said this, he lifted up his right hand: The Golden Spiked Dragon muslin fluttered to the side, revealing two corpses side by side.    

After the gold-colored light veil was lifted, the two of them subconsciously held their breath, staring at it with widened eyes. They were stunned for the first time on the spot.    

Ever since they entered this super Dragon Point, the two of them had been shocked by what they saw countless times: the Golden Tomb of Fengdu City, the void Merman of the East Sea, the sky-reaching coffin that resembled a yacht, the majestic Daxiong Treasure Hall, the tons of treasures inside the coffin, etc.    

If it wasn't for the shock that had numbed their astonished nerves, they would definitely have been killed by the shock when they saw the two corpses under the veil of the thorny dragon: the man and the woman lying side by side on the brick bed, their skin not dehydrated in the slightest, just like two people in their sleep.    

The man was tall and sturdy with a white beard on his cheeks. Although his eyes were tightly shut, his face was wild and powerful. Even though there was not a single trace of life left in him, he still emitted a suffocating killing intent.    

This tall and sturdy old man should be the one called First Generation Natural Talent Big Khan, the founder of the Prairie Empire, Iron Muzhen.    

Iron Muzhen was not wearing a dragon robe on his corpse. It was a traditional clothing worn by the natives of the prairie. The only difference was the material it was made from.    

His arms were at his heart, and he held in his hands a golden knife with a jeweled hilt like Achilles in the Greek mythology.    

In the face of a calamity, Gao Fei had even hooted about blowing up Iron Muzhen to vent his anger before his death.    

However, when he saw the lifelike First Generation Natural Talent, his dirty thoughts had long since been tossed out of the window. He couldn't help but want to bow down and worship this peerless hero.    

Even if some people died, even if they had been dead for more than seven hundred years, they could still leave their descendants with an inviolable dignity.    

"It's been seven hundred years, and his body is still so lifelike. How did he do it?"    

Gao Fei didn't know how long he was stunned before he asked a question that didn't have much meaning.    

Tieh Tu slowly stretched out a finger and lightly pressed on the back of the corpse's hand. Then, he quickly pulled it back and said in a low voice: "If I'm not wrong, he was soaked in some kind of medicine after he died. That's what keeps his body from rotting, dehydrated, and dying. "    

After a pause, Tieh Tu continued, "Although the corpse has become as stiff as iron, it's much better than the Pharaoh's mummy in the Egyptian pyramid."    

Gao Fei muttered, "Is it as stiff as iron? "Why doesn't it look like it?"    

Tieh Tu raised his head and glanced at Iron Muzhen. When he was about to say something, he looked at the Queen beside Iron Muzhen and was shocked once again. Beside Iron Muzhen's corpse was a young and beautiful woman.    

Before he lifted up the veil, Gao Fei and Gao Fei both thought that the two people below were Iron Muzhen and his Queen Bei'er, an old woman with a 'crane hairstyle and an old face'.    

However, reality gently slapped them both. The corpse that laid beside Iron Muzhen was a young and beautiful woman.    

She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with soft, smooth, white, and rosy skin, a high nose, deep eye sockets, a standard prairie woman's appearance, dignified and generous with charm and dignity, a slender figure, and a healthy and plump body. She was also wearing the same traditional clothing of the prairie.    

What surprised them even more was that the female corpse was even more lifelike than Iron Muzhen. Oh, wrong, it was a sleeping beauty.    

Gao Fei licked his lips and muttered, "Lao Tieh, do you think that this is Iron Muzhen's Queen Bei'er's invitation?"    

Tieh Tu shook his head. "Definitely not. Iron Muzhen was sixty-five years old when he passed away. His queen was one year older than he was, so she could never be so young. It was very likely that she was one of his concubines. However, how could a concubine possibly be qualified to be buried with him? "    

Tieh Tu said and subconsciously reached out his right hand towards the woman's face.    

He was very surprised. He felt that the woman's face was the same as a living person's.