[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 3] Chapter 1

Chapter One: A Complex and Intertwined Situation

Tonight, Yang Shu was supposed to keep his appointment with Prince Rong, but things rarely go as planned. Just as he was getting ready, an urgent order arrived

from the palace . Another incident had occurred on the northwestern frontier: a cavalry force of the Hu people had broken through the blockade, not only

killing the stationed soldiers but also wantonly burning, killing, and looting the surrounding villages. The Yang family was traditionally a military family, and Yang

Shu had always served in the Ministry of War, holding one of the most powerful military commands in the Great Hua Dynasty. Left with no other choice, he had to rush

to the Ministry of War to discuss a strategy for retreating the troops.

It was said that Prince Ding, who was spending the night in Tongzhou, had also received an urgent message from the Ministry of War. Abandoning his carriage and

the corpses of prisoners, he led his elite troops back to the capital without stopping. When the news arrived from the palace, Yang Shu

was , and his brows immediately furrowed.

The Khitan raids on the western border were nothing new; the Great Hua Kingdom was powerful and prosperous, and such

conflicts had lasted for centuries. However, the Khitans usually only raided when food supplies were scarce in winter. Now

, in the sweltering heat of summer, when the grass should be lush and abundant, they shouldn't be raiding at this time.

Yang Cun quickly understood Yang Shu's confusion. If it were truly just a small group of cavalry

harassing them , the border defenses would naturally have a way to deal with it. But this time, the message was sent directly to the capital by express courier, and an imperial

edict immediately summoned Prince Ding, Prince Zhen, and other powerful figures

in the

Ministry of War. It wasn't hard to see that the claim of a small group of cavalry was largely a ruse; otherwise, there wouldn't have been such a hasty and evasive attempt to cover it up.

Even stranger, although Yang Shu immediately set off for the palace, the invitation from Prince Rong's residence remained valid.

On the western edge of the imperial city, a grand mansion stood, brightly lit by lanterns, exuding an unusual

tranquility. On a wide path, only one carriage moved slowly forward. Though the carriage's exterior was rather ordinary,

a large character "Yang" on the outside clearly indicated the unparalleled status of the person inside.

"My bones are about to fall apart..." Upon arriving at his destination, Yang Cun alighted from the carriage and immediately stretched lazily

. Putting aside everything else, no matter how luxurious an ancient carriage was, the ride was incredibly bumpy.

If the smooth cobblestone roads of the capital were like this, one could only imagine how much more difficult it was on the muddy paths outside the city.

"This servant welcomes Your Highness, Duke." Unexpectedly, the gates of the Rong Prince's mansion were tightly closed, and guarding the entrance was not

a servant, but an old eunuch in plain clothes—the very same eunuch who had accepted Yang Cun's money.

"Greetings, Eunuch." Yang Cun was completely bewildered, wondering why this old eunuch was

there . Out of politeness, he bowed first.

"My lord, this servant has been waiting for you here. It's getting late, please come with me."

The old eunuch chuckled, and with a wave of his hand, a carriage immediately emerged from the shadows of the alley, as if it had been prepared for a long time

. Although the carriage looked very ordinary, even somewhat rudimentary, Yang Cun's brows furrowed upon seeing it ,

based on his extensive knowledge from his previous life . The horses in front were definitely not the small ponies of Han China, but rather tall, magnificent horses from the Western Regions. These two horses were robust, well-proportioned, and their coats were exceptionally soft, clearly not domesticated horses. The carriage itself looked no different from those used by civilians, but the wood was almost entirely top-grade golden nanmu, incredibly hard and completely impervious to arrows even in an attack. Just considering the materials alone, it was not something an ordinary person could possess. 　　Despite his doubts, Yang Cun still politely greeted him and slowly boarded the carriage prepared by the old eunuch. The carriage was pitch black, almost empty, with only a few items inside. The curtains were exquisitely made, making it nearly impossible to see outside. Yang Cun could only hear the horses galloping, but he had no idea which direction they were heading. 　　The journey was very long. Yang Cun closed his eyes, feeling the trembling of his body and the sounds around him. He could clearly feel that the horses' hooves were no longer treading on hard flagstones, but on a muddy dirt road. In the capital, there shouldn't be such muddy roads within the city. Undoubtedly, the carriage had left the city sometime ago, and its current direction seemed unclear. Yang Cun wasn't sure which way they were going, but judging from the increasing rustling of leaves, the location was definitely becoming more and more remote. 　　Yang Cun had gradually become accustomed to the irregular swaying of the carriage, and when it slowly came to a stop , he actually felt a little uneasy. At this moment, the old eunuch's soft voice came from outside the carriage: "My lord, we've arrived." "Hmm!" Yang Cun's mind raced. From the moment he boarded the carriage, he had a vague suspicion . Stepping off, he found himself indeed far beyond the capital, in an unknown direction, surrounded by darkness, without a single light in sight. They stood before a small bamboo grove. 　　"My lord, this servant will wait here." The old eunuch still smiled obsequiously, but the , replaced by a forced, somewhat oppressive smile. His previously thin frame seemed to have become considerably more upright. 　　"Up in the mountains?" Yang Cun hesitated, looking at the two only flagstone paths before him. He didn't know why he had followed him here in such a daze. Judging from this, the old eunuch was definitely not as subservient as he had initially thought. He wondered who was waiting for him; this strange situation made him uneasy. 　　"Yes, my lord, please." The old eunuch smiled, his eyes narrowed, his demeanor remarkably composed, even subtly eerie . 　　"Thank you, Eunuch." Yang Cun didn't say much more. Out of instinctive trust and curiosity, he immediately followed the eunuch's instructions and started walking up the bluestone steps towards the mountain. 　　"Gentlemen, thank you all." The old eunuch squinted, watching Yang Cun walk up the mountain step by step. Suddenly, he gave a cold laugh, and three spiritual pills flashing with purple light appeared around him. The whisk in his hand seemed to come alive in an instant, emitting a chilling silver light. 　　The instantaneous brilliance was like a shooting star streaking across the night. The old eunuch still stood calmly, but the previous fawning smile on his face was now filled with cruel indifference. Beside him, the coachman, the driver, and several roughly dressed servants were instantly covered in blood. Some had blood flowing from their eyebrows, and some died with their throats ruptured!i=67> But without exception, each person's expression didn't change much after death, as if they were completely unresponsive.

As if recognizing death, the moment their bodies fell to the ground, even the expression on their faces froze.

"Dispose of them!" The old eunuch coldly glanced at the corpses beside him, then slowly

turned around, his hands behind his back. Suddenly, dozens of men in black, carrying waist knives, appeared around him. Judging from their steady breathing and heavy footsteps,

they were definitely not ordinary martial arts masters. The men in black silently gathered the corpses on the ground. Faced with this brutal

slaughter, each of their expressions was icy cold, just like their silent concealment, devoid

of any life.

The narrow, ancient cobblestone path, though weathered and worn, was so smooth. The dim moonlight was

the only illumination for moving forward in the night. The leaves of the trees on both sides rustled in the evening breeze, creating a serene,

otherworldly tranquility. Yet, if one's heart stirred, it became like the overly dark, desolate wilderness in a horror movie,

a chilling silence pervading everything.

The ancient stone path led upwards, and Yang Cun, panting, soon

found changing. Before him stood a quaint pavilion, inside which

stood an elderly man in magnificent robes, hands clasped behind his back, silently gazing at the darkness below the cliff. He appeared so lonely in the cold wind, exuding an

oppressive aura of dominance. Even a simple silhouette conveyed an overwhelming sense of dread.

"Yang Cun pays respects to Your Majesty!" Yang Cun's mind skipped a beat. Reaching the steps of the pavilion, he immediately bowed

deeply . Even though they had only met once, the feeling and the oppressive aura were all too familiar!

"Rise," the old man sighed slowly, turning around to reveal the wrinkled

face of the old emperor. Even without the imperial robes, his unspoken superiority still emanated an imposing presence, his

somewhat thin body appearing particularly forlorn in the night wind.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Yang Cun simply stood up, daring not to ask further questions. After all, the events of the evening were quite strange.

Yang Cun had initially agreed to meet with Prince Rong, but then suddenly went to handle military affairs. Upon arriving at Prince Rong's residence, he was summoned

here to see the Emperor. Each event seemed unrelated and shrouded in mystery, yet somehow connected.

The border situation was critical; the ministers of the Imperial Study, the Ministry of War, and the two princes were already urgently discussing countermeasures. At

such a juncture, the old Emperor summoned him in such a secluded place. If his purpose was to invite

him to dinner, drinks, and a brothel all night, no one would believe it! Yang Cun's mind skipped a beat, and he became extremely

alert.

"Sit," the old Emperor waved his hand, sitting on a stone chair. Yang Cun cautiously sat down. Even with

his usual carefree attitude, he dared not look directly into the old Emperor's weathered and clouded eyes. Those eyes, belonging to the Emperor,

had witnessed so many years of human life; the majesty within them could not

be .

After a moment of silence, the old emperor sighed and said leisurely, "Yang Cun, I originally intended to

host a banquet for you in the Imperial Garden today, but unfortunately, a sudden military matter arose, and I was busy with mundane affairs after court. Only now

have I been able to free myself to speak with you." "Thank you for your favor, Your Majesty." Yang Cun thanked him earnestly. In

this era, even if the emperor's words were false, they had to be believed. Even if he made an empty promise, these old-fashioned people

would still be deeply moved! Of course, Yang Cun had to pretend as well, immediately putting on a grateful expression.

As for what he said about the banquet in the Imperial Garden and what would follow, that was not worth investigating. After all, this emperor

did not seem to be a foolish ruler. Would he be so respectful just because he was a descendant of the Yang family of Jiangnan? Nobody

believed that . Sometimes, getting stuck on trivial matters is a bad habit. For example, Mei Chaofeng's fingernails were so long, how did she

wipe her bottom with toilet paper after defecating? Yang Cun had been troubled by this question for many years in his previous life and still had not found the answer.

Thinking of this, his mind went blank again. Xiao Zhao's feet were always chained;

how to change her underwear? Did she just wear the same pair without washing them? Or did she go commando?

The former was disgusting, the latter morally reprehensible. Amen, Mr. Jin, the questions you left behind are truly profound.

"Sigh..." The old emperor sighed again before speaking, his face slightly pale.

After coughing a few times, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, tinged with hatred, as he said, "The thought of the Imperial Preceptor's remains being desecrated by thieves still pains me deeply

. Although the Imperial Preceptor is now laid to rest, those villains are still at large. It truly grieves me

!" "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences." Yang Cun wasn't stupid; seeing the old emperor so heartbroken, he

naturally delivered the best possible lines.

"Yang Cun, you are a descendant of the Duke of Jing, a loyal and valiant man to me. I have a secret edict for you." The old emperor

narrowed his eyes, seemingly seeing through Yang Cun's naive appearance to reveal a shrewd mind. The exaggerated

respect made the old emperor sigh silently, saying nothing more, but instead pulling a scroll of imperial edict from his sleeve and tossing it to Yang

Cun.

"Your subject receives the edict!" Yang Cun hurriedly accepted the edict with a look of trepidation. Having watched so many

TV dramas, he understood this rather clichéd rule.

"Do not open it unless absolutely necessary." The old emperor hesitated, a hint of unspoken worry in his eyes.

He gave Yang Cun a deep look, coughed, and said, "Duke Jingguo, I do not wish for you to be swayed by the intrigues of officialdom

. I have an important matter to entrust to you. I will announce the decree at the morning court tomorrow.

As for the secret decree in your hands, it shall not be opened without my order or unless it is absolutely necessary. Do you understand?" "Yang

Cun will remember!" Yang Cun was not stupid. Although he had many questions, seeing the old emperor's serious expression,

he naturally would not ask any questions in person. He immediately stuffed the imperial decree into his sleeve and

pretended to be a naive and obedient person.

"You are not like your father." Seeing Yang Cun's unwavering composure, the old emperor

couldn't help but smile kindly, a hint of reminiscence in his voice. "When Mingcheng was young, although he was mature beyond his years

and exceptionally refined, he still retained a touch of childishness, unlike your composure. Over the years, I have always thought of you, the descendant of a loyal and valiant man. You have been

frail and sickly since childhood, even your grandfather, Old Master Yang, worried about you constantly. Now you are such a robust young man;

I believe father, if he knew this in the afterlife, could rest in peace."Yang Cun was momentarily at a loss for words.

He had never met any of his relatives in this life, and in the old emperor's kind words, besides memories, he seemed to sense...

A hint of melancholy flickered in his eyes, a subtle shift in his emotions, sent a chill down Yang Cun's spine.

"Enough," the old emperor sighed, waving his hand and coughing. "You should go down the mountain first.

The capital is far from peaceful tonight. There's still a long way to go after you get down..." "Yang Cun takes his leave." Yang

Cun was filled with doubt. He couldn't understand the old emperor's meaning, but something felt

off . Of course, he couldn't ask directly, so he simply took his leave, his mind filled with questions.

The old emperor waved his hand briefly, then lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought. Yang Cun, not wanting to

say anything more, quickly bowed and tried to retrace his steps. Although there was a little moonlight on the mountain in the darkness,

the pitiful visibility was maddening. It took Yang Cun a long time to reach the foot of the mountain.

"Damn it, am I supposed to walk all the way back?!" The foot of the mountain was deserted, not a soul in sight. Even with

Yang Cun's good temper, he couldn't help but curse.

Everywhere was woods and fields, practically deserted, with an extremely wide-open view, but not

a single village in sight, let alone the tall, ancient walls of the capital. The most ridiculous problem was that

the carriage hadn't been able to see the road at all on the way there, and they had absolutely no sense of direction. In this desolate situation,

forget about the carriage, they didn't even know where to go. It was no wonder Yang Cun was cursing!

The sky was quite clear, without the hazy grayness of industrial pollution, and the twinkling stars were quite beautiful.

The moon was also very round tonight, as bright and full as the Mid-Autumn Festival. Under such conditions, bringing a girl for some outdoor fun would be

perfect, but Yang Cun was in such a miserable state that he had no such thoughts. "

Old Emperor, is your brain filled with water or sulfuric acid?! Acting all mysterious,

you didn't even give me a horse! I don't blame you for not having transportation, but why did you make such a fuss about coming here?"

"What 'a long way to kill time,' so that's what you meant! I don't mind being

teased by you, even though I'm of lower status, but the problem is I don't even know the way back! Can you get any more outrageous?! Do you want

me to become the first duke in history to get lost and starve to death? How pathetic!

" Yang Cun randomly chose a long, winding dirt path and walked along, feeling depressed. Half a day had passed, and there wasn't a

soul in sight. Just as Yang Cun was about to go crazy, a swaying figure suddenly

appeared by the riverbank. Yang Cun immediately perked up and quickly ran over, bowing and asking, "Brother, may I ask…?" "

Oh…" The man was a burly man in his forties, clearly

so . He wore ordinary peasant clothes, his eyes were glazed, his face flushed with alcohol, and before he could even speak, a strong

stench of alcohol wafted over him.

"Brother, which direction should I go back to the capital?" Yang Cun, suppressing his nausea,

politely asked the disheveled drunkard before him.

"The capital...where is that?" The drunkard swayed a few times, grinning foolishly, hiccuping as he wobbled

, "You...you're going to the capital?" "Yes..." Yang Cun, seeing a glimmer of hope, immediately

nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"I...I don't think I know..." The drunkard swayed a few times, looking at the sky somewhat dazedly, stammering

, "I...I don't think I'm a local. By the way, why...why are there so many

moons in the sky here..." "Brother, I have to go!" Yang Cun burst into tears, looking at the drunkard's innocent and adorable appearance,

and ran off.

"Where are you going, brother?" The burly man seemed quite interested in seeing a living person, and even though he couldn't run anymore, he still

called out from afar.

"Go to hell!" Yang Cun's clenched fist trembled, barely suppressing the urge to kill him.

"Oh...good thing, brother, the more the merrier." The drunkard, completely oblivious to the situation, mumbled something

before collapsing to the ground, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Damn it, what kind of luck is this? Running into all sorts of lousy people! Yang Cun cursed inwardly.

Finally he encountered two or three pot menders carrying their tools back on the road, and only then did Yang Cun get

directions back to the capital. Tonight was truly unlucky. What should have been an hour's

journey back had taken two hours because he had taken the wrong turn. His luck was truly terrible!

After trudging along the muddy road for two hours, Yang Cun's first feeling was exhaustion, he was so exhausted he was about to faint.

Although it wasn't high-intensity exercise, the key issue was the lack of streetlights or other forms of illumination in those days. Even with

the dim moonlight, the road was littered with pebbles and branches, making every step

a delicate matter and mentally exhausting. However, I must commend the quality of the shoes these days; after walking for so long, they

still feel very comfortable.

It was well past midnight, or more accurately, past midnight, when Yang Cun, dragging his weary body, finally saw the ancient

and imposing city walls of the capital. The city gates were already tightly shut, and torches could be faintly seen

flickering on the walls. Even in the dead of night, the capital's defenses remained tight, with soldiers tirelessly

patrolling the walls. Upon seeing Yang Cun's unsteady figure approaching, they immediately shouted alertly, "Who's there?" "

You lecherous thief , where do you think you're going?" At the same time as the powerful shout, an extremely melodious moan rang out.

Although the voice was angry, it didn't diminish the seductive allure that stirred hormones, a kind of captivating charm that seemed

to carry a genetic message.

"Damn it, who called me? How did they know my nickname?" Yang Cun's fatigue vanished instantly, whether

from the seductive voice or from the words, he didn't know.

"Help!" At this moment, the soldiers on the city wall erupted in a clamor. They had been rather listless before, but

now they were all running around in a flurry, the sounds

of their swords flashing incessantly. Even from a distance, their gleaming blades were clearly visible, showing their alertness.

Just then, two figures leaped over the city wall like ghosts, taking advantage of a moment of inattention to jump down.

Yang Cun didn't care about the first figure at all, because it was tall and muscular, clearly a man. The second ...The second figure, wearing a long purple gauze dress with flowing black sleeves, was different. Under the moonlight, her graceful figure, tall and sexy curves, and high breasts were enough to make one drool, even if her face was not clearly seen.

"I...I didn't..." the man in black hurriedly protested, but before he could finish,

the woman in purple caught up with him in mid-air. Before he could even explain, she struck him hard on the back with a powerful

"bang." It was almost unbelievable that such a sexy and alluring figure possessed such terrifying power.

The two, who had been floating gracefully in mid-air, were suddenly struck by the woman's palm. The man in black was instantly

blasted like a bomb, his tall body crashing to the ground like a bullet, raising a

cloud of dust. Meanwhile, the woman in purple seemed to be surrounded by a white mist. Her flowing

attire, combined with the hazy moonlight, made her appear like Chang'e descending to earth, ethereal and beautiful beyond compare.

"Damn it..." Yang Cun cursed, as the man almost hit him. He quickly dodged

, only to feel a whoosh of wind beside him as a huge object passed by!

With a loud, muffled thud, the man in black

crashed to the ground, his face obscured, but blood began to slowly trickle down his face. His body

twitched slightly before he could even scream, then lay motionless. He was

undoubtedly dead. If anyone dared to say he was just unconscious, Yang

Cun would bet his entire fortune on the pool of blood on the ground.

"How dare you!" Before the woman in black could even land, and before the soldiers on the city wall could react, another

sudden change occurred. A middle-aged man in gray, leading a group of masked men in black, leaped over the city wall in a panic,

pursued closely by a group of people! My god, hundreds of gangsters! What a force to be reckoned with!

"What's going on?" Yang Cun was immediately filled with doubt. Watching the increasingly dramatic scene unfold, his

mind raced. His first thought was to stay out of it, and his second was to quickly find

a safe place to hide to avoid being implicated.

"How dare you…" The general guarding the city was both surprised and furious. After all, this was the capital, a place of great importance, right under the emperor's

nose. Although guarding was their duty, how many years had it been since they had encountered such arrogance? Seeing

so many people leaping over their heads and flying down the city wall was outrageous.

"By order of Shuntian Prefecture, all nine gates are on high alert! Entry is permitted, but exit is not!" At this moment, a figure walked onto the city wall.

Prince Rong, dressed in a four-clawed python robe, looked stern, his brow furrowed, watching more and more powerful figures leap over the city wall.

"Your Highness..." The guards immediately knelt and saluted, but their leader, unable to suppress his anger, gritted his teeth and said, "

This humble general is willing to lead troops to capture these bandits. Please grant Your Highness's permission." "By order of Shuntian Prefecture, with the seal of the Ministry of War, and

an imperial edict ." Prince Rong frowned immediately. Even though he was usually kind and gentle,

the aura of someone born into an imperial family was still chilling.

"Yes..." The commander's heart trembled, and he quickly nodded in agreement, ordering the four gates to be on high alert, allowing entry but not exit.

The night in the capital remained quiet, still filled with decadent revelry, but unknowingly, not only the guards at the gates,

but even the guards in the palace began to tense up. No one knew what had happened that night, but

without exception they all received orders, and the presence of Prince Rong himself made them not to be underestimated. Even more outrageous was that, in what should have been

the most peaceful capital, many masked men in black appeared that night.

On the open ground outside the city wall, the gray-clad man who had been leading the group landed slowly. Before he could even adjust,

he gritted his teeth and began to flee with his men. The woman in purple merely watched coldly, offering no

resistance. Yang Cun, hiding behind a large tree nearby, was still filled with

questions .

"Kill!" Suddenly, it seemed an ambush had been laid in the woods. Over a hundred men burst forth from the reeds along the riverbank

, their shouts deafening, their blades flashing menacingly in the moonlight. They seemed to

have been prepared; aside from the initial shout, their movements were silent and stealthy as they charged towards

the gray-clad . Judging from their footwork and the current situation, they were definitely not fools robbing on the road,

but rather elite soldiers who had been prepared beforehand.

The two groups quickly clashed, the air thick with shouts and flashing blades. Soon, one

unlucky man, lacking the strength, fell. "My god, this is more exciting than a gangster movie!" Yang Cun, hiding behind a tree, watched the sudden

scene unfold, secretly letting out a sigh of relief. Wiping away his cold sweat, he thought to himself, "Luckily, I sensed something was wrong early on and

hid far away. In that huge reed forest, there wasn't a single bird chirping, not even an insect making a sound. Something

was definitely amiss.

" "The dignified Duke of Jingguo cowers here, what a disgrace!" At this moment, a slightly contemptuous

sneer suddenly rang out behind him.

"Ah! Who?" Yang Cun was startled and dodged to the side. After seeing the figure in front of him, he

immediately pretended to breathe a sigh of relief and said with a grin, "Sister, do you know how

impolite ! Scaring someone can kill them! I'm easily frightened, and if someone were to die,

it wouldn't be good for you." In front of him was the woman in purple who had just killed the man in black with a single palm strike. Only then did Yang Cun finally see her clearly

. Her graceful figure under the moonlight, her voluptuous curves and undeniably sexy body, were so

voluptuous and full that they made one's mouth water. Even under the flowing dress, her breasts were so full

they seemed about to burst out, her waist was perfectly proportioned, a true example of a slender waist, and her hips were

firm, perky, and plump like ripe peaches, practically bursting with juice! Her proportions

were more perfect than any supermodel's, making one want to curse the heavens for giving her such perfect measurements, as if

unleashing the potential of every lecher in the world.

"Ah, sister, what are you doing here? It's not Mid-Autumn Festival, you're not out admiring the moon, are you?" Yang Cun continued

playfully. The woman's face was veiled, obscuring her features, but her beautiful and incredibly expressive eyes,

though cold, were stunning and held an inexplicable familiarity.

"Smooth-tongued..." The woman in purple frowned immediately, and with a slight flick of her sleeve, a ...i=64> Like a wisp of mist. 　　"I didn't say anything..." Yang Cun was startled and, without thinking, made a complicated hand gesture with his hands and rushed towards the direction from which the mist was rising.

The movements were incredibly gentle and graceful, but in that instant, a loud "bang" resounded, like two

tanks colliding, so heavy it was startling. The woman in purple seemed caught off guard,

taking a few steps back before looking at Yang Cun in surprise. "You...you don't practice Yang family kung fu," she said, somewhat astonished

. "Sorry, I don't know any kung fu." Yang Cun's earlier playful demeanor vanished, replaced by

a cold indifference as he stared at the woman. He lowered himself into a deep horse stance, his hands outstretched, one in front of the other. Surrounding him

were three pure, flawless inner cores, floating silently in the air, seemingly detached from worldly affairs,

yet their eerie whiteness resembled the finest white jade, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Yang family kung fu isn't like this!" The woman in purple frowned slightly, looking at Yang Cun with

a hint of hesitation.

"Then would you like to experience it?" Yang Cun's eyes turned cold, and white true energy began to emanate from his entire body. Colorless,

neither hot nor cold, neither yin nor yang, it seemed to exist without a trace, giving off an extremely strange feeling.

The woman in purple fell silent. Even though her cultivation was far superior to Yang Cun's, who only possessed three cores,

this was had ever witnessed such a bizarre skill. The white inner core was not only flawless, but its

ethereal quality, as if it didn't exist, was truly unfathomable. Even without a sense of danger, her instincts still made her hesitant to take any risks.

Since the battle between heaven and earth, anyone with the Dao could cultivate an inner core, whether through martial arts or Zen, they

could cultivate their own inner core through enlightenment. The cultivation of the inner core was arguably the best

testament to each person's unique talents. In fact, the color of a person's inner core varied, and it could even be said that it was affected by factors during cultivation, resulting in

numerous flaws. But she had never heard of anyone cultivating a white inner core, so pure that it was almost without any flaws. This was

too strange. The woman in purple silently looked at the three cores surrounding Yang Cun, completely baffled.

"How dare you!" A furious shout rang out, not loud, more like a muffled groan, but its chilling force

was absolutely terrifying. As the shout echoed, the woman in purple trembled, her delicate figure

vanishing without a trace.

A furious roar followed, the powerful spiritual energy of the Six Pills unleashed without restraint, a strike carrying the might of heaven and earth

crashing down like a mountain, its power unimaginable. Right before Yang Cun, crimson-yellow true energy

surged , a sudden attack that sent countless flying sand and stones flying, its momentum no less than any natural disaster.

When the sandstorm finally dissipated, a massive crater, five meters deep, was revealed on the ground.

"Prince Zhen, indeed... no wonder the rumors say he's the strongest in the world, ranking among the top ten..." The woman in purple

had already leaped ten feet away, but now she clutched her chest in discomfort, her words faltering.

She had clearly dodged the attack that carried the power of heaven and earth, yet even the powerful aftershocks of its energy had caused her

unexpected harm.

Sand and stones flew, the deafening roar stunned everyone. The powerful attack had almost made everyone turn their heads

. Under the moonlight, the faint yellow sand mist slowly dissipated, revealing a tall, imposing figure.

This person wore a long white robe, his brows furrowed, exuding an immense sense of oppression. His cold expression held a

haughty arrogance, looking down on everyone, yet compelling one to look directly at the fury beneath his icy face. How many could rival such

majesty and power? It was none other than Prince Zhen, Yang Shu.

"Insulting my uncle, insulting the Yang family...you deserve to die!" At this moment, Yang Shu's previously calm face was suddenly

filled with extreme anger. The stunning beauty before him seemed like a dead person to him. His mind was completely

unmoved, without even the slightest hesitation.

"So what if you're the Prince of Zhen?" The woman in purple was instantly enraged by his contemptuous gaze.

She shouted , and five transparent inner cores, like water, surrounded her, releasing an indescribable chill from the ground!

Perhaps it was Yang Shu's arrogant attitude that was so repulsive, making her not only angry but also

feeling extremely insulted by the contempt.

"The title of Prince of Zhen is hereditary in the Yang family. How dare you lowly commoners address me like that!" Yang Shu's brows furrowed deeply,

his anger unrestrained. The woman in purple's rude words had completely shattered the dignity he cherished.

With a furious roar, six crimson-yellow inner cores instantly surrounded his body. Unlike the woman's outwardly murderous aura,

a steady, powerful, and unshakeable pressure enveloped his otherwise refined physique, forcing even the soul

to submit to its overwhelming power. With

a deafening boom, the aura surged to the heavens. Compared to any violent outburst,

the confrontation between the five-core and six-core powerhouses was truly earth-shattering. Even though the woman in purple felt a tremor in her heart, clearly

sensing the vast chasm in strength between the two cores, she merely smiled, seemingly disregarding the six-core

expert who reigned supreme. Her relaxed demeanor enraged Yang Shu even more.

With the earth seemed to tremble; the unparalleled intimidation was like a mountain about to collapse.

The woman in purple, almost suffocating under the pressure of Yang Shu's overwhelming strength, suddenly let out

a barely perceptible sneer: "Prince Zhen, you shouldn't have time to entangle with me right now." "Don't be so smug!

" Yang Shu's incredibly powerful true energy finally subsided, and he turned to look at Yang Cun with concerned eyes, asking

somewhat impatiently, "Uncle, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Yang Cun was speechless with shock

. A fifth-level Dan master—the woman in purple couldn't see her face or know her age, but

Yang Shu, only a few years older than him, had actually reached the sixth level of Dan cultivation. The overwhelming pressure, like a tidal wave, was

almost too much for his heart to bear when his true energy erupted. Sixth-level Dan masters were only heard of in the world, never

seen before, and Yang Shu actually possessed such unparalleled cultivation; it was truly terrifying.

By this time, the two groups fighting at the edge of the forest were nearing the end, but unexpectedly, the ground was littered with corpses

and mangled flesh. The only survivor was a gray-clad man standing amidst the carnage, panting heavily. The gray-clad man was also in dire straits;

even though he was the only one who had survived, his body was covered in countless wounds, and blood had almost stained his

clothes red. Though still alive, he was on the verge of death.

"Never mind..."The woman in purple glanced at them silently, then suddenly sighed softly, turned around, and seemed

to vanish in an instant. Without her graceful figure, only the indescribable movement of her flowing sleeves remained among the trees and forest.

Her fragrance was so ethereal, it was as if she had never existed.

"A woman from the Demonic Sect..." Yang Shu smiled dismissively, his words tinged with disdain.

"What happened tonight?" Yang Cun, seeing the gray-clad man panting, covered in blood, quickly

asked. He then remembered that this mysterious beauty was none other than the Demonic

Sect enchantress he'd seen in Tianjin that night! Even though her clothes were different, her alluring aura remained unchanged. Normally, men should have an unforgettable memory for women, especially

stunning ones, but in reality, Yang Cun had been extremely

tense despite his playful demeanor, and hadn't had time to process the hazy memories in his mind.

"Uncle, if there's a chance, Shu'er will escort you into the city first." Yang Cun frowned, his expression unusually stern,

a seriousness Yang Cun had never seen before, so rigid that there was almost no room for negotiation.

"Suppressing King? Demonic Sect? Haha... Heaven and Earth Five Elements..." The gray-robed man wiped the blood from his lips,

looked at Yang Shu, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Guard Lin..." At this moment, a group of people chasing behind him ran out and suddenly surrounded the gray-robed

man . The leader was an old man in a Taoist robe, followed by Taoist disciples with serious and somewhat nervous expressions.

"Senior Brother..." The gray-robed man called Guard Lin's eyes suddenly dimmed, then became excited.

Looking at the old man who had caught up with him, he smiled somewhat maniacally.

"Traitor to your master!" The old man took a step forward, his brows furrowed, full of resentment.

"Haha, all Taoists under heaven strive for strength." Guard Lin laughed, seemingly shrill and somewhat insane. Seeing that there were nearly a hundred Taoist disciples

surrounding him, and apart from the old man in front of him, the lowest level of them all had the cultivation of the Second Core Formation, his eyes

flickered, revealing an indescribable excitement and a reckless arrogance that seemed to have lost its mind.

"Master treated you well, yet you sneaked into his chambers at night, plotting something wicked!" The old man's expression hardened,

and he roared , "Back when you were homeless, it was Master's kindness that took you in. Now that Master has passed away a hundred years

ago, not only has his body been desecrated, but you, a traitor, have appeared before his bones are even cold. How can we not feel disheartened?

How can Master rest in peace? In terms of morality, without a teacher, without virtue, without loyalty, and without filial piety, you are unworthy!" "Enough!

" Lin Guan's face darkened instantly. His blood-soaked body suddenly found strength, and he gritted his teeth, his face

ashen snorted, " Zhang Baocheng, the world calls him the revered National Preceptor! Pure and benevolent by nature, he performs countless acts of kindness, yet he treats his disciples with unequal respect.

I have devoted myself to the Dao, studying under him for sixty years, sincerely serving him, yet I have received not a single true teaching! He, however,

favors the sons of high-ranking officials and nobles. A mere fame-seeker, he is unworthy to be called a master! "Insolence! How dare you insult

my master!" The old man's face paled, and he erupted in fury. With a roar, a surge of powerful true energy rose from the ground, six

inner cores of different colors floating around him, no less than Yang Shu's Six Cores Realm.

"The National Preceptor's direct disciple..." Yang Shu sneered from the side, "Truly living up to his reputation!" Upon further

inquiry , he learned that the gray-clad man named Lin Guan was one of Zhang Baocheng's many disciples, possessing exceptional talent and deeply favored by the National Preceptor

during his lifetime, even hailed as the most talented disciple under the National Preceptor. The elderly man in the Taoist robe was named Xiao Ying,

the direct disciple of the Imperial Preceptor Zhang Baocheng, and also the current Imperial Preceptor of the court.

"Not bad!" Yang Cun remarked, because whether it was Yang Shu's Six Dan Aura surrounding

him Xiao Ying's outward release of true energy, the oppressive feeling they gave was so intense that even breathing would stop.

He had encountered two Six Dan masters, a rare sight in the world, in one night; this night was indeed not peaceful.

"Kill!" At this moment, the city was in an uproar. A large group of masked men in

black , many of them dying in their panic. Judging from their skills, none of them were ordinary bandits, and

those chasing them were the soldiers of Shuntian Prefecture.

"Your Highness!" At this moment, a huge Yang banner fluttered at the edge of the city, and a troop of about a thousand cavalrymen

rushed over, clearly the direct guards of the Yang family.

"Stand by!" Yang Shu frowned, waved his hand lightly, his gaze fixed on the surrounded Lin Guan,

as if waiting for something.

"What a grand display!" Yang Cun's mind skipped a beat as he quickly processed the events of the evening. From the Rong

Prince's residence to the meeting with the old emperor, and then to the timing of his return to the capital, everything seemed preordained.

Yang Shu, who should have been discussing important military matters at the Ministry of War, had appeared at this time, along with that alluring demonic

woman . The chaotic nature of the capital was truly bewildering.

"Ah..." At this moment, a scream drew everyone's attention. It turned out that Zhang Baocheng's other disciples could no longer

contain themselves and swarmed to attack Lin Guan. Lin Guan was only thirty years old, but by Zhang Baocheng's side, even without

true instruction, his talent was extremely high, and he was certainly not incompetent. With a flick of his wrist, he activated Five Dan to protect himself. Although he was in a sorry state, he

still managed to block their attacks and even managed to injure two of them.

"Guard Lin, surrender!" Xiao Ying Daoist roared, his six cores swirling around him, azure true energy coiling around his arms

like celestial smoke, circling his entire body! He flashed forward, charging towards Guard Lin with lightning speed, his whisk

striking him fiercely.

"I've long wanted to test your skills..." Guard Lin, somewhat disheveled from the onslaught,

gasped for breath, when he suddenly sensed the overwhelming, terrifying aura! He quickly focused his mind, unleashing the most extreme true energy from his five cores,

and with a roar, threw a punch back at Xiao Ying.

"A mantis trying to stop a chariot..." Yang Shu coldly watched, scoffing disdainfully.

A loud "bang" echoed, the sound of hard against hard colliding was terrifying. The forest ranger , surrounded by the crowd,

coughed up blood. Struck by Xiao Ying's attack, he was sent flying through the crowd, only managing to

regain his footing after being thrown more than ten meters away. He gasped for breath, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood. Xiao Ying's attack was truly

formidable ; even with his best efforts to defend, he had still suffered internal injuries. The difference between a mere Dan (a unit of internal energy cultivation) and a forest ranger was immense.

"Traitor!" Xiao Ying frowned, raised his hands, and relentlessly pursued the forest ranger."This Xiao Ying seems really off." Yang Cun watched this scene, and for some reason, he felt that Zhang Baocheng's eldest disciple didn't give off a good vibe. Although that forest steward didn't seem like a good person either, Xiao Ying was supposed to be a cultivator he was so hot-tempered and arrogant, showing absolutely no signs of a highly accomplished master. 　　Yang Shu continued watching with his hands behind his back, his fists clenching occasionally, seemingly weighing whether he would be able to fight Xiao Ying.

Who would have the upper hand?

Lin Guan's injuries were severe; drops of blood fell from his fingertips to the ground. His right arm, which had blocked Xiao Ying's attack, now

hung limply, the entire arm a bloody mess, with some areas revealing the white bone. That attack had

completely crippled his right hand. Lin Guan had exhausted himself fleeing the city, and was now at his last gasp. Xiao Ying, however

, continued his relentless assault, roaring as he moved with lightning speed, the azure true energy coiling around his hand growing

even more intense. The power of this attack was far greater than his previous hasty strike.

"This guy is too bloodthirsty," Yang Shu frowned. There was absolutely no need to kill Lin Guan now.

"Haha..." Lin Guan gasped weakly, glancing up at Xiao Ying, who was charging towards him like a mountain crashing down.

Suddenly , he let out a shrill laugh, tinged with madness, "Looks like I'm doomed today. Since that's the case,

let me show you the secrets of Zhang Baocheng's understanding of the heavens!" With a "boom," Lin Guan,

who had been struggling to survive, was suddenly enveloped in a towering golden light. The enormous pillar of light seemed to

be crafted from gold, shining brilliantly in the darkness.

As the pillar of light shot up from the ground, it instantly

illuminated the entire capital city as if it were daytime, as if dispelling the dark clouds in the night sky.

"This traitor, could it be that he..." Xiao Ying retreated hastily from his advance, avoiding the

towering pillar of light that almost completely surrounded Lin Guan.

"Holy crap, what is that?!" Yang Cun stared from afar, dumbfounded by the spectacular sight. Even

from a great distance, he could clearly sense the immense power contained within the soaring golden pillar of light, surpassing

even Xiao Ying's and Yang Shu's Sixth Dan realm. It was so powerful that the earth seemed to tremble; this was power beyond human

capabilities .

"Hmph, all sorts of demons and monsters have come!" Yang Shu closed his eyes, seemingly reveling in the terrifying

power , then suddenly frowned and snorted with displeasure.

"It's getting more and more chaotic..." Yang Cun quickly turned to look around, only to discover that there seemed to be

more . The demonic witch who had just left was now standing quietly by the moat,

watching the soaring pillar of light with a hint of excitement.

"Heaven and earth clash, the five elements emerge, heaven is unrestrained, earth bestows true spirit..." The hoarse voice no longer had the

previous weakness; it was deep and resonant, carrying an indescribable gloom. As

the beam of light slowly contracted and shrank, the voice, seemingly capable of slaughtering souls, grew so low it was devoid of any life,

increasingly chilling: "The call from the west, the metal sun of change, all gather, descend in solemnity..." "The Five Elements

are born ..." The voice was so deep that Xiao Ying's expression gradually changed from anger to solemnity.

It was a power that did not belong to this world, its oppressive force beyond description.

"I never thought the power of the Five Elements would be so wonderful, hahaha..." A hysterical laugh rang out, and the golden

beam of light and the towering dust began to dissipate! The laughter was filled with arrogance, surprise, and madness, seemingly also carrying a sense of

disbelief and doubt. The chaotic emotions intertwined, allowing one to instantly feel Lin Guan's excitement.

"The Earth-Given True Spirit, one of the Five Elements, the Vajra Seal!" The dust slowly dissipated, and Lin Guan reappeared

before , his entire being like a celestial being descended to earth, enveloped in a faint golden light that made it impossible to look directly at him.

His face now resembled that of a young man in his early twenties, fair-skinned and handsome, a true heartthrob. His black hair

danced slowly in the air, exuding an indescribable, sinister aura.

Even more astonishing was his naked upper body, clad in golden armor and boots.

Every inch of his upper body was solid muscle, his skin covered in various patterns and ancient characters,

their meaning incomprehensible, yet each stroke seemed to possess an uncontrollable power about to erupt. Each

character seemed alive, subtly moving along his body, as if about to transform into an ancient beast, devouring

humanity.

"So this is the power of the Vajra Seal!" Lin Guan murmured with a look of ecstasy, his closed eyes slowly

opening , revealing pupils that had turned a brilliant golden yellow. But as soon as his eyes opened, bloody tears

slowly streamed down his flawless face, a truly eerie sight.

Lin Guan noticed something amiss, wiped the blood and tears from his face, calmed down slightly from his excitement, and watched

expressionlessly as the blood and tears once again seeped into his skin from his palm. Xiao Ying, watching from the side, roughly

understood what was happening and immediately sneered, "Lin Guan, your cultivation is not high, yet you forcibly activated the power of the Five Elements. I'm afraid

you can't control the power of the Vajra Seal at all." "Yes, Senior Brother is indeed very perceptive." Lin Guan didn't argue, but

sneered , "The power of the Vajra Seal is indeed very strong. Forcibly imbuing myself with its power, I, Lin Guan, am indeed overestimating myself,

but it's more than enough to deal with you." "The Vajra Seal, one of the Five Elements, has already been in the hands of the Imperial Preceptor

..." Yang Shu frowned immediately, surprised, but more disappointed, even letting out a sigh

, seemingly very frustrated.

"You're not looking for the Vajra Seal, are you?" Yang Cun observed carefully from the side, a thought suddenly forming in his mind.

Yang Shu, as the Prince of Zhen, with military power, aspired to revitalize the Yang family, not to become a top

expert. So why was he so interested in the Five Elements artifacts? Given the theft of Zhang Baocheng's belongings in Tianjin and the current turmoil

in the capital there was no need for him, as the Prince of Zhen, to take such a risk, unless he also coveted the power of the Five Elements artifacts.

"Uncle is indeed meticulous," Yang Shu didn't deny. He was about to say something more, but then Lin Guan

suddenly smiled strangely. The power emanating from the Vajra Seal seemed to be stirring, forcing him to be on high alert

, carefully observing the battle between the disciples of the Imperial Preceptor.

"Disciples, form the formation!" Xiao Ying, seeing this, immediately commanded the other disciples to form an Eight Trigrams Formation to

surround Lin Guan. Even though some of the dozen or so disciples at the second or third Dan level were pale with fright, they still quickly

surrounded Lin Guan with their footwork.

The Zhou Tian Xing Dou, the Seventy-Two Heavenly Generals and Eight Trigrams Yang Formation, is a formation personally passed down by the Imperial Advisor. It is not intended for defensive purposes.The formation, designed to make enemies realize the terrifying power of Yin and Yang, also has its weaknesses; its true combat strength should not be underestimated. Especially with the support of dozens of three-stage experts, it becomes an unstoppable force! (Xiao Ying)

Although he considered himself the unparalleled master of the Six Core Formations, he dared not be

careless . He personally oversaw the formation's core, and judging from his posture, it seemed he wouldn't rest until he killed Lin Guan.

"The Heavenly Gang Eight Trigrams Yang Formation... Haha, Senior Brother, you really think highly of me!" Lin Guan was also a disciple of Zhang Baocheng, so how

could he not recognize this formation? Even with the Vajra Seal, he understood that the power wasn't entirely his own,

so he dared not be arrogant. With a glare, his five originally mixed-color inner cores instantly turned golden and

surrounded his body, their power even surpassing Yang Shu's Six Core Formations.

"Change the formation!" Xiao Ying roared, carefully observing for a while before finally unable to resist. He suddenly

rushed forward, unleashing the full power of his Six Core Formations, and hurled his whisk at Lin Guan.

"Golden power gathers, body unites, strong defense..." Lin Guan coldly watched him, a strange smile playing on his lips. With

a slight lift of his hand, the space before him distorted, and a towering wall of bronze and iron appeared out of nowhere.

The heavy blow caused Xiao Ying to feel a sharp pain in his hand; the powerful force had blasted

a ! However, even piercing through the incredibly hard iron wall, this full-force attack not only failed to harm Lin Guan in the slightest,

but also forced him to stagger back several steps. Lin Guan, behind the iron wall, was also in bad shape. Although his feet remained firmly planted,

his body trembled, and he swallowed hard, clearly swallowing blood that was about to spit out.

"The art of war is to kill, to break!" Lin Guan endured the excruciating pain from activating the Vajra Seal's power. Seeing Xiao Ying

and his disciples about to form a battle formation and attack, he suddenly pointed his hand towards the sky. Thin, silken golden rays instantly

rose from the ground , swirling eerily in the sky like a golden cloud.

Golden rays began to swirl and intertwine in mid-air. Though lacking the magnificent

aura of lightning and thunder, the wondrous sight of golden clouds overhead still weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. Some of the more timid disciples even

collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen. This was the first time anyone had witnessed the true power of the Five Elements,

a power so formidable it terrified even the soul. The slightest wavering in one's resolve would tempt them to kneel in submission

.

"Master, unleash the Rain of Swords!" Lin Guan roared, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Even

so , he endured the excruciating pain and swung his hand downwards. Instantly, the swirling dark clouds in the sky transformed into countless

golden swords! Each golden blade gleamed with a chilling light, like a sudden downpour

, piercing downwards.

"Uncle, be careful!" Yang Shu hadn't expected the attack to have such a wide range; even dozens of feet away, the rain of swords was already falling

like a forest! He quickly shielded Yang Cun behind him, his powerful true energy surging from the ground, his six cores surrounding him to form a

solid wall of energy, resisting the barrage of sword attacks.

"Ah..." Cries of agony rang out. The disciples who had formed the Bagua Formation didn't even have time to activate their formation before

being killed by the dense golden sword rain. Some with higher cultivation levels managed to hold off

the attacks for a while, but they still couldn't withstand such a dense barrage.

"Traitors, too arrogant!" Xiao Ying, protected by his six cores, wasn't seriously injured, but seeing his fellow

disciples fall one by one under the sword rain, and the blood on the ground increasing, his eyes reddened.

After the golden sword rain, almost none of the disciples who had formed the formation survived. Each body was pierced by

several blood flowed slowly along the ground, almost forming a river of blood. Lin Guan's face

was also slightly twitching. Even with his forced composure, it was not hard to see that forcibly activating this move had

also caused him immense damage.

"Vajra Seal, the master of killing..." Yang Shu's sixth-stage cultivation was incredibly powerful. Protected by his true energy, the golden

sword rain couldn't harm him in the slightest. The golden swords fell to the ground and disappeared, showing that

the power Lin Guan was wielding wasn't much of a threat to a true master like him.

Lin Guan couldn't control himself and suddenly knelt down, spitting out a cloud of blood mist! After all, he was just a mortal

. Forcibly possessing the power of the Vajra Seal was absolutely unbearable for him.

"Traitor, prepare to die!" Xiao Ying watched his disciples die, his eyes turning red. What

did he care about now? Seeing Lin Guan kneel down, he couldn't control himself and rushed forward, his whisk seemingly carrying all

his anger, striking fiercely at Lin Guan's crown!

"Ah..." Just as Xiao Ying's attack was about to succeed, a terrifying

golden light suddenly erupted from Lin Guan's body! Lin Guan roared to the sky, his aura so powerful it seemed to shake heaven and earth, actually

causing Xiao Ying, a cultivator at the sixth level of the Dan realm, to cough up blood and fly more than ten meters away.

A seemingly endless roar echoed through the heavens and earth, like the howl of an ancient divine beast. As Lin Guan

roared, the various patterns on his body suddenly began to pulsate, as if they had come to life in an instant and were trying

to break free of their restraints. The excitement and madness in his golden pupils vanished,

gradually dissipating amidst the frenzied roar, making his expressionless eyes look even more eerie.

"Not good, Lin Guan can no longer suppress the power of the Vajra Seal!" Xiao Ying crashed to the ground, coughing up several mouthfuls

of blood , but after seeing Lin Guan's current state, his face turned ashen.

"Uncle, be careful!" Yang Shu also looked grave; it seemed the Vajra Seal was indeed not what he was looking

for . At this moment, Yang Shu had long lost interest in the fight between the disciples of the Imperial Preceptor. He intended to turn and leave with Yang Cun , but unexpectedly, a

burst of golden light suddenly filled the sky, as bright as day. The rampage of the Vajra Seal's power made him

feel uneasy for the first time!

"Damn it, what's going on?" Yang Cun felt a sudden burst of golden light before his eyes, and in his panic,

he couldn't help curse.

"I'm not reconciled..." Lin Guan's skin was cracking bit by bit, and countless golden lights were flowing out of his body

. The ancient patterns on his body were also disappearing little by little. Rather than disappearing, it was more like they

were turning into golden light and running out from the cracks in his body. In an instant, like a flood that had been released, it violently impacted all directions, almost

aimlessly beginning to surround the surrounding space.

"The rampage of the Vajra Seal." Even the usually calm Yang Shu felt a trace of unexpected panic at this moment.Just as he was about to defend himself, his body was instantly enveloped in golden light, leaving him no time to react. 　　In an instant, golden light blazed outside the capital, seemingly engulfing everything. The blinding light made it impossible to...

Unable to open their eyes, everyone could feel the immense power contained within that golden light. Even without sensing its

offensive nature, its strength was unsettling.

"Not good!" The golden light spread rapidly. The woman in purple, who had been observing from the city wall, reacted

instantly . Her graceful figure leaped into the air, trying to escape the golden light's embrace, but it was too late! Her

alluring figure was swallowed by the golden light in an instant.

"Traitor..." Xiao Ying also showed panic. He tried to clasp his hands together to defend himself with an array, but the spread of the golden light

caught him off guard. Before his curse could even finish, his body was also engulfed by the fierce golden light.

The sky was filled with golden light, even more dazzling than daylight. The entire capital was shocked by this light and

awakened by the soaring roar. The fear and unease of the early morning meant that the busy people had no idea

what was happening. Many even thought it was a divine miracle and immediately knelt and bowed, worshipping the power that made their legs feel

weak .

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