After Song Jia left, Song Tai and the rest continued standing there. A cold light flickered in Song Tai's eyes as he stated, "A single word of rebuttal, that's going too far. Pass down my command, the Song Clan is to be disbanded. Within a day, everyone is to leave Luo City."
The gazes of the crowd froze as they stared at Song Tai. Someone called out, "Clan Lord!"
"Initially, I wanted to use resources to exchange for the Song Clan's forgiveness. But now, it seems like that was nothing but a fool's dream. Let's disband. In the future, no matter what happens, we won't implicate the Song Clan." Song Tai's eyes flashed with coldness, he had already made his decision.
The strong preyed on the weak, they could only lament the fact that the Song Clan was too weak.
The crowd dispersed. The manager who brought Qin Wentian to collect the wine was also in low spirits, wanting to drown his sorrows with wine. However, when he arrived at the wine cellar, he suddenly froze.
The wine cellar was completely empty, there wasn't even a single jug of wine left.
"That brat is too much, he actually dared to fish in troubled waters." The manager shook his head and sighed. What he didn't know was that right now, Qin Wentian had been following the black-robed middle-aged man all the way out of Luo City. The black-robed middle-aged man only brought Song Jia with him, and had no intention to deal with Song Jia.
The black-robed middle-aged man had a cultivation base at the peak of the fourth level of Heavenly Dipper. His speed was incomparably fast, covering a distance of a hundred thousand miles in a single day. Qin Wentian forcibly followed behind him for an entire day.
An ancient city appeared in front of them. This city was even more vast and was countless times grander than Luo City. It was probably comparable to a main city of the Nine State City.
The black-robed middle-aged man sped forwards, but at this moment, a voice drifted into his ears, "What a beautiful woman."
"Mhm?" The black-robed middle-aged man frowned. He halted his steps and turned his head, only to feel a surge of aura drifting over. Evidently, there was someone behind him.
"Leave the beauty behind, you scram." A cold voice rang out, causing the black-robed middle-aged man to snort coldly. A surge of sword intent abruptly gushed forth from him, incomparably tyrannical.
"BOOM!"
At this moment, the black-robed middle-aged man's mind abruptly shuddered as a terrifying sword might directly penetrated his mind, causing his countenance to instantly turn pale.
A sword cultivator, such a Mandate of Swords. How powerful.
The black-robed middle-aged man clapped his hands and was about to draw his sword. However, at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the sky. This figure was wearing a long robe and his face was slightly blurry, as if it was difficult to see through him.
The black-robed middle-aged man groaned in pain as a towering sword might directly pressed down on his mind, penetrating through his body. The sword he was about to unsheathe was actually forced back into its scabbard, as though it was no longer under his control. Such a will was too terrifying.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man in black raised his head and asked. His expression was slightly ugly.
"You don't deserve to know. Scram, or I'll kill you." The figure in the air coldly spoke. The black-robed middle-aged man clenched his fists as he turned and soared into the skies. The sword intent radiating from him howled madly as it shot towards Song Jia.
"Impudent!" The figure in the air stomped down once more as an even more terrifying sword might penetrated through his body. The black-robed middle-aged man groaned in pain as he coughed out a mouthful of blood. The sword he shot towards Song Jia was instantly destroyed. He didn't dare to make any more movements as he sped away.
Song Jia inclined her head and stared at the figure in the air, her countenance filled with terror.
This person was so powerful. With a single step, the black-robed middle-aged man was forced back; with a second step, the black-robed middle-aged man was injured.
Such a cultivation base should be at the fifth-level of Heavenly Dipper. However, an intense worry could be seen in her heart. The tone of this person earlier was extremely frivolous.
"Senior." Song Jia's voice trembled slightly.
"Don't worry. Although you are a beauty, this lord has seen many peak-grade beauties before. I don't have much interest in you." The figure in the air faintly spoke as he soared into the skies. This scene caused Song Jia to heave a sigh of relief as she bowed, "Many thanks, Senior."
Seeing that the figure in the air had completely vanished, Song Jia turned her head back as a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes. After which, she didn't choose to return but chose to fly towards the ancient city ahead instead.
Behind Song Jia, Qin Wentian sat on the back of Little Rascal who had transformed into a pegasus, feeling extremely depressed. He had chased her all the way here and saved her because he didn't want to implicate the Song Clan. If he spared the black-robed middle-aged man, he would naturally return to report this matter. But who would have thought that Song Jia actually chose not to flee.
Drinking a mouthful of wine from the gourd in his hand, Qin Wentian shook his head and bitterly smiled, "Who asked me to empty your wine cellar? Seems like I have to be a good person to the end. Protecting a beauty can also be considered a form of tempering."
Qin Wentian mumbled to himself, as though he was consoling himself. After which, he continued following Song Jia as they entered the ancient city.
This city was named Xuan King City, one of the seven great king cities of Grand Shang.
The Grand Shang Empire was different from the Grand Xia Empire. The imperial authority of the Grand Shang Empire was extremely powerful, and other than a few other transcendent powers, no one would dare to go against them.
The seven king cities were all under the control of the Royal Clan of Grand Shang. They were the territories of the Royal Clan of Grand Shang, helping the Royal Clan to govern the eight directions. They were the main cities of a region and were extremely prosperous.
A Royal City could even be divided into many smaller cities, and there were even mountains and lakes in the middle of the Royal City.
In the Grand Shang Empire, the various powers would send their talented juniors to the King City for cultivation. This was because there were many major sects in the King City.
Song Jia was precisely like that. He was a disciple of one of the strongest sects in the Xuan King City. However, because he offended a young man, his sect didn't protect him, causing his clan to be implicated as well.
After entering the city, Song Jia first found an inn to stay in. Qin Wentian followed her and stayed in the room next to hers.
This inn was extremely small, and the rooms were all connected together. It was easy for others to disturb one's cultivation, and as for matters of secrecy, it was naturally not easy to do so. However, in such a large city, the price of a good inn was extremely high, and one would need to spend Yuan Meteor Stones just to stay there. Those who chose to stay in such a small inn were mostly Wu Xiu with weaker cultivation bases. They didn't even have enough Yuan Meteor Stones on them to support their cultivation, how would they dare to spend their days in luxury?
Although it was a taboo for Wu Xiu to use his perception to spy on others, Qin Wentian still paid close attention to Song Jia's every move.
Song Jia's heart was filled with worries. She sat alone in her room, staring at herself in the mirror. She untied her hair, allowing her black hair to cascade down like a waterfall. After which, she took off her outer robes and began grooming herself in front of the mirror. At the corners of her eyes, there were traces of tears.
"There's a beauty in the Song Clan named Song Jia. She condensed her Martial Soul at the age of twelve and stepped into Yuanfu at the age of eighteen. Grandfather, Father, you all have high hopes for me, but so what? In this world where cultivation reigns supreme, one's conscience can be obliterated. In order to curry favor with the King Manor, the Yin Clan didn't hesitate to sacrifice so many lives just to obtain the crimson halberd. Outsiders didn't dare to say anything, and they even wanted to make use of their fellow sect members.
Song Jia mumbled, tears streamed down her face. Her Uncle Li, who had always been protecting her, had died tragically. She did everything she could to get her clan back, yet the Yin Clan refused to let her go. They even sent a message to capture her within three days, or else the Song Clan would be annihilated. What else could she do? She could only wait obediently.
"Today, although I was saved by Senior, if I were to return now, wouldn't I implicate my clan? This matter, at the very most, can be resolved with my death." Song Jia was still sobbing, and only after a long time did she walk to the bed and lie down, staring out of the window in a daze.
A young girl at the prime of her life, who would be willing to die? However, in order to not implicate her clan, she had no other choice.
Qin Wentian's heart stirred when he heard Song Jia's words. In this era where cultivation reigns supreme, there were simply too many people who would resort to unscrupulous methods for the sake of benefits. Although he, Qin Wentian, was also soaked in blood, as a human, he would still protect the purity of his heart.
"Seems like there won't be any trouble tonight," Qin Wentian mused. After which, he brought Little Rascal, who had transformed into his true form, out of the room.
Night descended, yet the Xuan King City was still as bustling as ever. Lanterns lit up the entire city. Qin Wentian's silhouette flickered, and an instant later, he arrived at an inn.
Inside an inn, the information network was the best, and it was the easiest place for him to gather information.
After sitting in the inn for a moment, he saw a person who loved to gossip departing. Hence, he followed after him and blocked the path of that person in a corner.
"Sir, what's the matter?" That person frowned when he saw Qin Wentian blocking his way. He released his aura at the peak of Yuanfu.
"Hmph." Qin Wentian coldly snorted, his words penetrating deep into the depths of his heart. His eyes flickered with a cold light, causing his entire body to tremble. He knew that he had met a terrifying character.
"Senior, what can I do for you?" That person's attitude instantly changed.
"What is this scarlet halberd? What did the Yin Clan do for it?" Qin Wentian asked, his words causing that person's countenance to stiffen. He glanced to his left and right, and only after confirming that there was no one else did he reply, "Senior, the scarlet halberd is the scarlet demon halberd. This halberd was forged by a fifth-ranked weaponsmith, Grandmaster Chi Yezi. The Xuan King's Manor's Shang Qi was extremely powerful, and his cultivation base had already stepped into the fifth level of Heavenly Dipper.
"After a certain young master of the Yin Clan learned of this, he sought out Chi Yezi to forge a halberd for him. Chi Yezi was extremely dissatisfied, and Chi Yezi said that if he didn't go crazy, he wouldn't be able to forge the most tyrannical halberd. After the young master of the Yin Clan heard of this, he slaughtered Chi Yezi's entire clan, causing Chi Yezi to sink into madness. The young master of the Yin Clan continued to force him to forge the halberd, and Chi Yezi actually agreed. However, after the halberd was forged, he sacrificed his life to the halberd, and that halberd became known as the scarlet demon halberd. The Yin Clan sent people to retrieve it, but in the end, all of them died. The young master of the Yin Clan wasn't willing to give up, and he sealed off the entire area, preventing them from leaving the halberd, causing the entire area to become a place of death. After that, the young master of the Yin Clan decided to gather a group of outstanding geniuses to attempt to retrieve the halberd."
The voice of this person was extremely soft, as though he was afraid others would hear him. After Qin Wentian heard this, his heart was filled with rage as he coldly replied, "Since the scarlet demon halberd has already been forged, why didn't the Yin Clan or the King Manor directly send their Ascendants to retrieve it? Why did they have to implicate the innocent?"
"This matter has already caused the Yin Clan to suffer criticism, it's just that no one dared to speak out. The King Manor naturally wouldn't act because of their reputation. Young Master of the Yin Clan has to settle this yourself. Both the Yin Clan and the King Manor can stay out of this matter. After all, they still need to maintain their face on the surface." That person spoke in a low voice, causing Qin Wentian's heart to burn with rage. After asking for the location, his silhouette flickered as he sped towards the place where Chi Yezi resided.
Not too long after, Qin Wentian arrived at a place of death in the Xuan King City. Under the cover of the night sky, the corpse qi here was extremely dense. He stood on a balcony and stared ahead. Under the moonlight, a scarlet demon halberd that was the color of blood could be seen towering there, emitting a roar of unwillingness, as though it was the unwillingness of Chi Yezi's soul!
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