“It seems the Lanlan Empire has undergone quite a few changes in these three years!” Lin Xiao mused to himself.
Feng Yuntian had broken through to the Martial Monarch realm, becoming the only Martial Monarch in the Lanlan Empire. With such formidable strength, it was reasonable that he had managed to control all the empire’s forces in three years.
With a Martial Monarch’s deterrence, no faction in the Lanlan Empire could likely resist.
“Feng Yuntian is celebrating his seventieth birthday? What a coincidence!” A sharp glint flashed in Lin Xiao’s eyes.
Feng Yuntian’s birthday celebration, inviting the experts of the two empires, hinted at his intentions, which Lin Xiao vaguely guessed.
Having gained control over all the Lanlan Empire’s forces, Feng Yuntian’s ambitions were likely growing, now aiming at the two empires.
However, what Feng Yuntian probably didn’t know was that the Moyu Empire also had a Martial Monarch.
Once, on his way to Shengyuan Academy, Mo Jiuxiao had mentioned that the Moyu Empire had produced a Martial Monarch who had obtained a Tianxuan Lianjun Pill.
The Tianxuan Lianjun Pill was a rare elixir that could help a Martial Monarch break through two cultivation levels consecutively. After acquiring it, the Moyu Empire’s Martial Monarch had planned to enter seclusion for three years.
Now, three years had passed, and that Martial Monarch had likely succeeded in reaching the Third Layer Martial Monarch realm.
Moreover, the Moyu Empire had long been preparing to attack the Lanlan Empire. Feng Yuntian’s invitation to the two empires might backfire, and it was uncertain who would outmaneuver whom.
However, the Moyu Empire’s Martial Monarch preparing to attack the Lanlan Empire wasn’t too surprising to Lin Xiao. He had already made plans to counter this.
With his Blue Corpse Puppet, the early Sixth-Tier Xutian Wangyue, and fifty early Fifth-Grade Explosion Pills, he was confident he could kill Feng Yuntian even if facing both Martial Monarchs simultaneously.
Moreover, the two were from opposing factions.
That said, he had also killed Mo Jiutian and Mo Jiuxiao, so the Moyu Empire’s Martial Monarch would eventually come for him too.
“Feng Yuntian, this time, even if it means disrupting the three empires, I’ll wipe out your Feng family!” Lin Xiao’s eyes brimmed with intense killing intent. He not only sought revenge but aimed to eradicate the entire Feng family.
The Feng family posed too great a threat to those close to him.
Of course, before that, he had to find news of his father, his clan, Hu Mo, and the others.
If they were in the Feng family’s hands, it would be a significant threat.
“Feng Yuntian is holding his seventieth birthday in three days!” Hu Yue’s eyes also gleamed with cold killing intent. “Perfect, let his birthday become his memorial day!”
Lin Xiao nodded, saying no more. He could sense the intense killing intent radiating from Hu Yue.
Moving quickly, they hadn’t walked far when, passing a luxurious restaurant, Lin Xiao spotted two familiar figures emerging, causing him to pause.
One was a woman, about twenty-three or twenty-four, wearing a trailing blue dress with her hair styled in a princess bun. Her refined features were exquisitely beautiful, her figure alluringly curvaceous, exuding a captivating charm, yet her steps carried an air of inviolable noble authority.
This stunningly regal woman was none other than Princess Meng Ying, one of the imperial family’s powerholders.
Three years ago, with the support of Empress Dowager Meng Xi, Meng Ying had gained significant control over the imperial family. Now, three years later, the astute Meng Ying had likely consolidated even more power.
Opposite her, to be precise, was someone Lin Xiao didn’t know well but felt vaguely familiar.
He was a man in his early thirties with a square face, sharp features, deep eyes, and an air of authoritative dignity between his brows. Dressed in a golden robe, his concise speech made it impossible to discern his emotions.
His appearance bore some resemblance to the Moyu Empire’s Ninth Prince Mo Jiuxiao and Third Prince Mo Jiutian.
“Could he be Mo Jiuxiao and Mo Jiutian’s brother, the imperial crown prince?” Lin Xiao speculated. Even he couldn’t discern the man’s cultivation, suggesting he carried an item that concealed his aura.
At this, Ling Hu and Hu Yue’s faces turned cold. If he was Mo Jiutian’s brother, they were indeed crossing paths with an enemy.
Naturally, both Meng Ying and the golden-robed man were accompanied by several elders and a group of guards, the elders exuding Martial King auras.
“Prince Mo Long, I won’t disturb you further. Farewell!” Meng Ying gracefully curtsied to the golden-robed man, her voice pleasant.
“So he is indeed the Moyu Empire’s crown prince!” Hearing Meng Ying, Lin Xiao confirmed inwardly.
“Princess Meng Ying is too polite. Mo Long bids you farewell!” The golden-robed man responded courteously, gesturing politely.
Nodding, Meng Ying led her group away from the luxurious restaurant.
After seeing Meng Ying off, the golden-robed man and his entourage entered the restaurant.
“Follow them!” Lin Xiao whispered to Hu Yue and Ling Hu, then stepped forward.
The two nodded and followed.
As Meng Ying’s group walked through the streets, the crowd parted, and murmurs of admiration rose like a chorus.
Meng Ying seemed deaf to it, heading straight toward the imperial palace.
Upon exiting the bustling streets, Meng Ying suddenly halted, her tone sharp. “You’ve followed us this far. Isn’t it time to show yourselves?”
At her words, her entourage grew vigilant, turning to face the followers.
Seeing three masked figures, two with spiritual beasts on their shoulders, the group’s auras sharpened.
“As expected, we couldn’t fool Princess Meng Ying!” Lin Xiao said in a deliberately mature, deep voice.
“You may have hidden your cultivation, but you didn’t intend to deceive me,” Meng Ying replied calmly.
Looking at the central masked figure, she felt a vague familiarity, instinctively recalling the youth who entered the imperial city with a black iron mask three years ago.
“Princess Meng Ying, I have something to ask!” Lin Xiao approached, speaking directly.
“Hmph, our princess isn’t someone anyone can just meet. Speak plainly!” An elder beside her scowled, his voice carrying authority.
“This isn’t the place to talk,” Lin Xiao replied, then sent a spiritual message to Meng Ying. “Princess Meng Ying, do you remember me?”
Hearing Lin Xiao’s true voice, Meng Ying’s body jolted, and she sent a shocked message back. “You, you’re Lin Xiao?”
That voice was unforgettable. Three years ago, he had shaken the Feng and Chen families, impossible for her to forget.
“Indeed!” Lin Xiao nodded.
“Follow me to the palace at once!” This time, Meng Ying spoke aloud, visibly excited.
Her change stunned her entourage. Princess Meng Ying was inviting them to the palace?
But since she had spoken, they didn’t object. In the palace, even if the strangers had ill intentions, they doubted they could cause trouble.
Thus, the group warily escorted the three toward the palace with Meng Ying.
