After watching Su Ye leave, Mo Chen smiled gently and asked, "Big Brother Xiao, are you tired of talking in riddles?"
Xiao Chen said softly, "I'm not used to speaking like this, but sometimes, I don't have a choice."
It was just a casual sentence, but there was a hidden meaning in it. It was a little stupid. Not only would they misunderstand the other party's intentions, they might even fall into the other party's trap and become the scapegoat.
Xiao Chen was naturally not used to it, but as he said, it was unavoidable.
It was the first time they had met, and they did not trust each other. Even if you told the truth, the other person might not believe you. You might even send the wrong message.
Perhaps a casual remark would attract the hostility of the other party.
For example, Xiao Chen had unintentionally sensed the horrifying sword intent contained in the other party's body. Thus, he had casually asked about the Swordsman Clan.
Although Su Ye's expression did not change, her tone clearly became much harsher. She even secretly warned Xiao Chen.
Fortunately, Xiao Chen made up for it in the end.
When he asked her to pull him up after he fell into the water, it meant that he had no enmity towards Su Ye. Only then did Su Ye's expression soften slightly.
Speaking of which, if Xiao Chen recalled correctly, Fiendish Saber Xi Mu came from the Divine Sword Su Clan.
The Godly Swordsman Clans had deep foundations and were overseen by the God of Swords.
The Su Clan was like the sun in the sky in the Yanwu Dynasty. The establishment of the dynasty included a portion of the Su Clan's strength. As long as the dynasty did not fall, the Su Clan would never weaken.
Such a Noble Clan might not be a match for the Heavenly Alliance in the Great Thousand Realms.
However, all the super factions in the Yanwu Dynasty had to fear them.
Now, Xiao Chen somewhat understood why this pleasure quarter was the Heavenly Alliance's headquarters in the Yanwu Dynasty. It was because its Pavilion Master was Su Ye.
"Nangong Feng, go check out the ten great merchant associations first. I want to know the true strength of these ten great merchant associations."
Getting a Sovereign Emperor to do this was making a big fuss over a minor issue. However, it could also ensure that nothing would go wrong and that the information was authentic.
"Alright."
Since Nangong Feng and the others were already here, they would definitely listen to Xiao Chen's instructions, so they had long since prepared themselves.
"Wu Meng, stay behind."
"Is there anything else you want me to do?"
Xiao Chen nodded and said, "If you follow Su Ye, how confident are you of not being discovered?"
Wu Meng pondered before replying, "Xiao Chen's words. The sword intent in her body is very sensitive. I estimate that she will be able to sense the slightest movement within a thousand meters of her. I am not confident of hiding my saber intent when I'm within one kilometer.
"Here, I'll lend this to you for a night."
Xiao Chen took out the Death God Mask and handed it to Wu Meng.
After Wu, Ye, "Chen Chen" said, "Chen".
If Xiao Chen had not seen the other party with his own eyes, he would not have sensed the other party's existence. The Death God Mask's Secret Technique, which isolated all auras, was also effective against Sovereign Emperors.
"Am, he" Ye, he "Chen" Chen, "
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"Alright, I'll have to trouble you then. The person she's meeting tonight, what she's going to say, is very important to me. "
Chen Chen. "
"Chen". "Mo. Ye. Chen and Chen: Chen" Su "to Ye".. Yu..... Ye Mo. "Yu.......
Not far away, there was a detached courtyard behind the Misty Rain Pavilion.
The imperial capital, Yan City, was destined to not be peaceful tonight.
Someone killed Duke Yun's son in the Misty Rain Pavilion. Furthermore, it was a false accusation. News of this spread throughout the imperial capital in half a day.
All the high-ranking factions received the news. Then, they quickly learned that the youth was the Heavenly Alliance's Xiao Chen.
Everyone dug out everything about Xiao Chen in the Faux God World. Even his past in the Divine Dragon Empire was sorted out.
However, few factions knew that Xiao Chen was the Heavenly Alliance's Rank 6 envoy inspector in the Yanwu Dynasty.
Only some factions with extremely vast accumulations could obtain this crucial information.
This was the Heavenly Alliance's secret. Even within the Heavenly Alliance, only a few members of the upper echelon knew.
It would be extremely difficult to find out in a short time.
Of Yan Province's one hundred counties, one was called Flaming Cloud County, Duke Yun's conferred land.
By the time Senior Feng arrived at Duke Yun's Residence, the sky had already turned dark. Dark clouds covered the sky, appearing as heavy as his heart.
"What? Ling`er died?"
When Duke Yun heard the news, he was greatly shocked, finding it hard to believe.
Everyone in the Yanwu Dynasty would give the Royal Clan disciples some face, even Wang Ling, who was blind and offended someone he could not afford to offend.
The other party shouldn't have killed him.
"Young Master … Young Master really died. He died in the Misty Rain Tower."
Elder Feng could imagine Duke Yun's rage. However, he still recounted the Misty Rain Pavilion's matter in detail.
Bang!
The Cloud Prince was enraged. Killing intent surged from his body as he slammed his palm down, shattering the thick wooden table.
Everyone in the huge Duke's Residence could feel Duke Yun's rage and murderous intent, trembling in fear.
"Pass down my order! Gather the God's Will Army! I'm going to wash the Misty Rain Pavilion with blood!"
Duke Yun's eyes were about to spit fire. Until now, he still could not believe that Wang Ling was dead.
The son that Monarch Yu favored the most had long since become Monarch Yu, preparing to inherit the position of a duke.
His son had also worked hard for him. In the Divine Sword Pavilion, he had become the leader of the Seven True Inheritors. He had even become the disciple of Imperial Emperor Dao Yan.
Wang Ling had become a heaven-defying Sovereign Personage before the age of fifty. He would definitely become a Sovereign Emperor within one hundred years.
However, such a son, the son that Monarch Yu looked forward to and doted on the most, actually got killed in the Misty Rain Pavilion. Furthermore, the Misty Rain Pavilion even wanted him to apologize.
This was unbearable!
"Duke, you can't do that. We cannot touch the Misty Rain Pavilion."
Startled, Elder Feng quickly tried to dissuade Duke Yun. His complexion even paled somewhat.
Why are father and son the same? When they get angry, they go crazy.
If that Monarch Yu had listened to me earlier, he would have left. If Xiao Chen could not remember him, how could he have died a miserable death?
"Your Highness, we cannot do that. We cannot touch the Misty Rain Pavilion."
The two deputies at the side tried to dissuade Duke Yun at the same time.
Duke Yun showed a sullen expression, remaining silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "Activate the emergency transportation formation. I want to meet the Eighth Prince."
"Yes."
Elder Feng heaved a sigh of relief. As long as he did not go to the Misty Rain Pavilion, everything else was fine.
Originally, the emergency transportation formation could only be activated when the Eighth Prince's life was in danger.
However, Duke Yun could not care so much today.
A light flashed in the transportation formation.
Duke Yun's group appeared majestically in the imperial residence of the Eighth Prince in Yan City, radiating killing Qi.
"Duke Yun, the Eighth Prince has been waiting for a long time already. I'll bring you to meet him."
Someone had been waiting outside the transportation formation of the imperial residence. When they saw Duke Yun's somewhat strange expression, they were not surprised.
"Eighth Prince, about today's matter …"
When Duke Yun saw the Eighth Prince, he immediately spoke up, wanting the Eighth Prince to seek justice for him.
The Eighth Prince Wang Feng had dashing eyebrows and starry eyes, giving off a heroic air. However, he was young and mature. His eyes were like deep pools, unfathomable.
"Royal Uncle, there's no need to say anything. I already know about this matter. Before you came, the imperial ancestral temple's sect elders already punished me. Monarch Yu spoke rudely in the Misty Rain Pavilion, challenging the Sovereign Emperor, even killing someone. He died a worthy death. His actions humiliated the Royal Court. Because of you, I was implicated as well and was grounded for seven days. As for your punishment, I already asked the sect elders to be merciful and exempt you from it. "
"What?!"
When Duke Yun heard what the Eighth Prince said after interrupting him, he was stunned. It was as if he had been struck by lightning. This was not the result he wanted. Even if he could not touch the Misty Rain Pavilion, he would kill that Xiao Chen.
The Eighth Prince said calmly, "The elders' punishments have always been fair. Your son spoke arrogantly in front of thousands of people and even dared to try to kill a Sovereign Emperor. This was irrefutable evidence. I couldn't overturn it even if I wanted to. The disciples of the imperial family could not be arrogant, arrogant, or kill at will. These were the teachings of the imperial ancestral temple's patriarchs. Your son committed all of them. I can't do anything about it. "
The Yanwu Dynasty had always prospered, aside from the Martial Epoch's Luck.
There was also the imperial ancestral temple's patriarch. He abided by the ancestral teachings and was very strict with the Imperial Family's disciples.
No matter what you do in secret, as long as there is no evidence, everything is negotiable.
But once you violated the ancestral teachings, no matter what, even if you were a prince, you would still have to be punished.
King Yun was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. His face was pale, and his breathing hastened.
After a long time, he finally said with red eyes, "Alright, I admit to all of this. It is my son's fault for implicating Your Highness in the punishment. However, I have been at Your Highness's side for so many years. My most valued son died. He grew up with you, but you did not say anything. "
King Yun's meaning was clear. The imperial ancestral temple's patriarch did not care. It was fine to apologize openly, but it should be fine to kill someone in secret.
Even if that Xiao Chen was a 3-Vein Sovereign Emperor, as long as the Eighth Prince was willing, there were ten thousand ways to kill him in the imperial capital.
As long as Xiao Chen was not discovered, everything was fine.
King Yun knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, causing blood to leak out. "Eighth Prince, please take revenge for my son!"
The Eighth Prince Wang Feng closed his eyes and said, "If it were someone else, even if he were a 4-Vein Sovereign Emperor or a 5-Vein Sovereign Emperor, I would take revenge for you at all costs. This concerns my reputation, so I cannot ignore it. However, Imperial Uncle, you cannot touch this person. "
"What?!"
King Yun, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at the Eighth Prince, feeling stupefied. He could not do it openly or secretly. Was he going to keep suppressing his anger?
The Eighth Prince said sullenly, "You cannot touch the Misty Rain Pavilion. You cannot touch Xiao Chen, either. Even if you want to, you should consider it at length and wait for me to ascend to the ceremony before doing so. "
King Yun's face immediately turned ashen. The Eighth Prince's words meant that he did not care.
Not only that, but the Eighth Prince even told him not to make a move.
King Yun held his breath. After a long time, he stood up and said, "This old man understands. This old man has disturbed the Eighth Prince. I will withdraw now. However, this old man wants to hear the reason. Why?! "
King Yun nearly spat out the word "why" with blood flowing out of his mouth.
King Yun could not accept this. His son died, but he could not do anything and had to obediently hold it in.
Originally, King Yun wanted to seek justice from the Eighth Prince. However, he ended up crashing into a wall.
"Because he has the sky above him!"
The Eighth Prince said somewhat tiredly. Then, he waved his hand and said, "You may withdraw. This matter ends here. I'll say it again. You cannot touch the Misty Rain Pavilion. All the more, you cannot touch Xiao Chen. "
After King Yun withdrew, the old man beside the Eighth Prince said, "This King Yun will probably not accept this. Something unexpected might happen."
The Eighth Prince retorted coldly, "Let him be. Let's see which prince in the imperial capital dares to offend the Heavenly Alliance for him. What an undeserved calamity. How did he give birth to such a stupid son?! "
"Pa!"
The Eighth Prince closed the book in his hand and tossed it to the ground, showing how frustrated he was. The wind blew, and the lamp on the table swayed.
Tonight, in the imperial capital, Yan City:
Clearly, just like this flickering lamp, it would not easily calm down.
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