“He’s here!”
In the Heavenly suite, Ye Qiu saw the wind-riding boat appear and immediately stood up.
Elder Changmei and Elder Niu stood up as well. The three of them looked through the window, their gazes falling on the massive wind-riding boat.
That wind-riding boat was cast from bronze and engraved with densely packed runes. It was clearly a grade higher than the one belonging to Yun Jie.
At the same moment.
The bustling City Lord’s Mansion instantly fell silent.
A middle-aged man in a purple robe and a young man in a cyan gown stood in the courtyard of the City Lord’s Mansion.
“Qian Cheng’en, City Lord of Desperate Fate City, respectfully welcomes the Divine Son,” the middle-aged man said with a salute.
The young man in cyan also said, “Tang Ye greets Senior Brother.”
Immediately afterwards.
Inside and outside the City Lord’s Mansion, tens of thousands of guards all knelt on the ground and shouted in unison.
“Pay respects to the Divine Son!”
Then, a tall and upright figure stepped out from within the wind-riding boat.
This was a young man. Judging from his appearance alone, he seemed about thirty years old.
He had an imposing stature and an oppressive aura. He wore a black long robe, like an eagle in the night, his entire body radiating a cold and arrogant air.
Especially his eyes, which were extremely sharp, as if they could pierce through people’s hearts, making others afraid to meet his gaze.
On his back, the man carried a pitch-black profound iron broadsword.
The sword was about nine chi long and more than one chi wide. The blade was not sharpened, giving it an immensely heavy appearance.
This person was none other than the third Divine Son of the Yin-Yang Sect.
Heavenly Blade Song Que!
Although they were several hundred metres apart, the aura emanating from Song Que still exerted considerable pressure on Ye Qiu and Elder Changmei.
“This Song Que is quite strong!” Elder Changmei remarked.
“He’s at the mid-Divine Connection stage,” Elder Niu added. “I could kill him with one punch.”
Alright, you’re impressive.
Elder Changmei asked, “Little brat, shall we make a move?”
“No rush.” Ye Qiu’s gaze fell on Qian Cheng’en and Tang Ye.
With a single glance, Ye Qiu could tell that Tang Ye was at the peak Nascent Soul stage, but his face was very pale, clearly indicating that his injuries had not yet healed.
As for Qian Cheng’en’s cultivation, he could not discern it.
“Dali, what’s that fellow’s cultivation level?” Ye Qiu pointed at Qian Cheng’en and asked.
Elder Niu glanced at Qian Cheng’en and said disdainfully, “Mid-Divine Connection. I could slap him dead with one palm.”
“Master, just give the order.”
“I’ll go and wipe them all out.”
Ye Qiu said nothing. His gaze shifted back to Song Que, frowning slightly. “Logically speaking, someone of Song Que’s status, even if he has no protector accompanying him, should at least have powerful personal guards.”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Two old men emerged from the wind-riding boat and followed behind Song Que, heads lowered, looking every bit like servants.
“These two fellows are passable,” Elder Niu said after sweeping a glance over the two old men. “They’re at the peak Divine Connection stage.”
“Brother Dali, we’re not far from them. They won’t discover us, right?” Elder Changmei asked in a low voice. Elder Niu grinned. “Rest assured. I am a Saint. A Saint can naturally isolate their aura without any techniques. Only someone with higher cultivation than mine could detect my presence.”
Elder Changmei breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, “Having a Saint-level expert by my side really gives a full sense of security.”
At that moment, Song Que’s voice rang out.
“City Lord Qian, thank you for the trouble.”
Song Que’s face was expressionless, extremely cold. Even when he spoke, his voice was icy.
“The Divine Son is too polite. For the Divine Son to visit Desperate Fate City is our honour. I have prepared a modest banquet to welcome you. Please, Divine Son, take your seat,” Qian Cheng’en said, making an inviting gesture.
However, Song Que remained standing on the wind-riding boat without moving. He said coldly, “City Lord Qian, where is Ye Wushuang?”
Qian Cheng’en was taken aback, then replied, “Did the Divine Son not receive my message? Our encirclement failed, and Ye Wushuang escaped…”
Before Qian Cheng’en could finish, Song Que interrupted him.
“With so many of you, you actually failed to capture even one Ye Wushuang. A bunch of useless fools!”
Qian Cheng’en’s expression changed slightly, but he dared not get angry. Instead, his attitude became even more respectful. “The Divine Son’s reprimand is justified.”
Song Que continued, “Ye Wushuang is just one person, yet he has thrown our Yin-Yang Sect into chaos. Not only did you fail to kill him, but you even set up a banquet here to drink and make merry. What is the meaning of this?”
“Are you celebrating that Ye Wushuang didn’t kill you?”
“Or do you think the reputation of our Yin-Yang Sect is unimportant?”
Qian Cheng’en lowered his head, seething with anger inside.
Damn it, I set up this banquet to welcome you, didn’t I?
Not only do you show no appreciation, but you even use your authority to oppress me?
At this point, Tang Ye stepped forward. “Senior Brother, you’ve misunderstood. City Lord Qian arranged the banquet mainly to welcome you. He…”
“Shut your mouth!” Song Que barked sternly. “Tang Ye, as the first Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect and an example for the younger generation, you failed to promptly discover Ye Wushuang’s cultivation and were even severely injured by him. This is truly a great disgrace.”
“If it were me, I would devote everything to capturing Ye Wushuang and washing away the shame.”
“But look at you, merrily feasting with these useless wastes. Have you no shame?”
In an instant, Tang Ye’s face flushed red.
Although his cultivation and status were inferior to Song Que’s, he was still the first Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Sect. Being scolded by Song Que in front of so many people made it hard for him to save face.
“Song Que, I’ll fuck your ancestors for seventy-two generations.”
“We’re from the same sect, yet you give me no face at all. Just you wait.”
“When my cultivation surpasses yours, I’ll destroy you and seize your Divine Son position.”
The Yin-Yang Sect had a rule: apart from elders, any disciple could challenge a Divine Son. It could be a spar or a life-and-death duel. In short, regardless of cultivation level, anyone who could defeat a Divine Son would directly ascend to that position.
“This Song Que has quite the personality. The moment he arrives, he offends both Qian Cheng’en and Tang Ye,” Elder Changmei said with a laugh.
Ye Qiu sighed. “What a pity. Qian Cheng’en and Tang Ye don’t dare to confront Song Que. Otherwise, we could just sit back and watch them fight.”
At this moment, Song Que said, “The Sect Leader sent me to Desperate Fate City for one purpose only: to find Ye Wushuang and execute him.”
“As for other matters, I have no interest.”
“If you do not wish to be punished, immediately cancel the banquet and join me in capturing Ye Wushuang.”
“By the way, where is Yun Jie?”
“Why do I not see him?”
Tang Ye replied, “I sent a message to Yun Jie. By rights, he should be arriving soon.”
Ye Qiu quickly gave instructions to Elder Changmei and Elder Niu, then stepped out from the Heavenly suite and called out loudly.
“Senior Brother Song, I have arrived.”
