Midday.
Ye Qiu and his two companions arrived at Desperate Fate City.
Looking up, they saw a colossal city sprawling before them.
The walls, built from pitch-black stone bricks, exuded an ancient and weathered grandeur. Above the imposing city gate, three large grey characters were carved.
“Desperate Fate City!”
These three simple words seemed to carry boundless dominance, instinctively chilling those who beheld them.
Ye Qiu noticed that beneath the city gate, over a hundred patrolling guards stood watch. The lowest cultivation among them was the Cave Heaven realm.
“Little brat, do we charge straight in, or slip in quietly?” the Long-Browed Daoist asked.
“Master, allow me. One palm from me could shatter these walls.” Elder Niu said.
Ye Qiu replied, “We do not know if the divine son of the Yin-Yang Sect has arrived yet, nor whether he has protectors by his side. To be cautious, we should avoid alerting anyone.”
“We will enter the city first and assess the situation.”
“Then make further plans.”
The Long-Browed Daoist said, “Little brat, there are so many patrolling guards at the gate, none with low cultivation. Sneaking in without alarming them might prove difficult.”
“Moreover, that Yun Jie mentioned everyone in the Yin-Yang Sect carries a portrait of you.”
“Desperate Fate City belongs to the Yin-Yang Sect. The moment you show your face, someone is bound to recognise you.”
“This is tricky!”
“Easy!” Elder Niu said, “I can carry you both directly over the walls from above. No one will detect us.”
Ye Qiu considered it and said, “Dali, take the old fellow and slip into the city quietly.”
“And you?” Niu Dali asked.
Ye Qiu glanced towards the city gate and said, “I will enter through there.”
“Why?” Elder Niu was puzzled.
There was clearly a simpler way to enter the city. He could not understand why Ye Qiu insisted on going through the gate.
“Do as I say.” Ye Qiu instructed the Long-Browed Daoist, “Once you are inside, wait for me. Be careful. Do not let the Yin-Yang Sect discover you.”
“You take care too, little brat.” The Long-Browed Daoist finished speaking, then said to Elder Niu, “Brother Dali, let’s go!”
Elder Niu remained standing in place and said, “Master, I must stay with you.”
“Her Majesty instructed me to remain at your side at all times, protecting your safety.”
Ye Qiu smiled and said, “Do not worry about me. Go with the old fellow first. We will meet up later.”
With that, Ye Qiu took out a disguise pill and swallowed it.
In an instant, his appearance changed completely, becoming identical to Yun Jie.
“Master, this is…” Elder Niu’s eyes widened.
“No time to waste. Hurry into the city.” Ye Qiu finished speaking and strode towards the city gate.
The Long-Browed Daoist had already guessed Ye Qiu’s intention and said, “Brother Dali, no need to worry. Your master knows what he is doing. Let us enter first.”
“Alright.” Only then did Elder Niu carry the Long-Browed Daoist, concealing his form in the air before swiftly vanishing.
Ye Qiu approached the city gate. Suddenly, his gaze turned cold.
On the walls were pasted two wanted posters.
One was of him, the other of Ye Wushuang.
Both included portraits.
Moreover, they were drawn with exquisite realism, even more lifelike than photographs.
“I must say, the painting skills in the cultivation world are impressive. Far superior to those secular artists.”
Ye Qiu smiled, his eyes falling on the final three words of both posters.
“Kill without mercy? Heh…”
“Wuji Heavenly Venerable, just you wait.” “If you want to kill my father and me, then I will first turn your Yin-Yang Sect upside down, leaving not even fowls or dogs in peace.”
As Ye Qiu spoke these words inwardly, a trace of killing intent surged in his eyes. Then he swaggered towards the city entrance.
“Halt!”
A stern shout rang out.
Immediately after, a patrolling guard approached, brimming with killing intent as he demanded, “Who goes there?”
“State your name!”
“Where do you come from, and where are you headed? Explain clearly!”
Ye Qiu glanced indifferently at the guard and noted that this fellow’s cultivation was early Nascent Soul realm.
Slap!
Without a word, Ye Qiu slapped the guard across the face. The guard staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
“Such audacity! To commit violence in Desperate Fate City. I see you are tired of living.”
At once, the struck guard gripped a long spear, pointing it at Ye Qiu with boundless killing intent.
At the same time, many other patrolling guards were alerted and quickly closed in, surrounding Ye Qiu with hostile expressions.
Ye Qiu stared at the beaten guard and barked domineeringly, “To be rude to this holy son. It is you who seeks death.”
Whoosh!
As Ye Qiu’s words fell, he flicked a strand of sword qi with his finger, instantly slaying the early Nascent Soul guard.
Blood splattered on the spot.
“Court death!” The other guards surrounding Ye Qiu, seeing their comrade killed, all drew their weapons.
At that moment,
“Stop!” A deep shout sounded.
Then, a burly middle-aged man in armour strode over.
Ye Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly. He detected that this middle-aged man’s cultivation was peak Nascent Soul.
Moreover, with one command from him, none of the other guards dared to act.
Clearly, this middle-aged man was the leader here.
“Unaware of the holy son’s esteemed arrival. We failed to welcome you properly and have offended you greatly. Please forgive us, Holy Son.”
The middle-aged man approached Ye Qiu, bowed respectfully, then reprimanded the other guards, shouting, “Open your dog eyes and look clearly! Holy Son Yun Jie is the second holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect. His visit to Desperate Fate City is our honour. Yet you dare speak insolently and raise weapons against him. Do you wish to die?”
What? This person is the second holy son of the Yin-Yang Sect?
Hearing this, the guards quickly sheathed their weapons, fell to their knees, and begged for mercy repeatedly.
“Holy Son, spare our lives. We did not know your identity.”
“Please be magnanimous, Holy Son. We had no intention of offending you.”
“Holy Son…”
“Enough.” Ye Qiu said indifferently, “The ignorant are not guilty. All of you, rise!”
“Thank you, Holy Son.” The group of guards felt as if they had received a great pardon.
Ye Qiu turned to the middle-aged man and asked, “How may I address you?”
“This subordinate is Cao Xiaozhong, commander of the City Lord’s Mansion.” The middle-aged man said respectfully, “My men are ignorant and have offended the Holy Son. On their behalf, I apologise to you.”
“The Holy Son may not know, but recently our Desperate Fate City has been pursuing the wanted criminal Ye Wushuang.”
“The City Lord ordered that everyone entering or leaving the gates be strictly interrogated.”
Ye Qiu asked, “I heard the pursuit of Ye Wushuang failed?”
“Yes.” Cao Xiaozhong nodded.
“What exactly happened?” Ye Qiu asked, “With so many people, how could you fail to capture a single Ye Wushuang?”
Cao Xiaozhong said, “The Holy Son may not know, but Ye Wushuang is extremely cunning. He concealed his cultivation and even injured Holy Son Tang Ye.”
“Oh?” Ye Qiu was somewhat surprised and asked, “What is Ye Wushuang’s true cultivation?”
Cao Xiaozhong replied, “Ye Wushuang’s true cultivation is early Spirit Communication realm!”
