Nothing happened along the way, and Yang Xuan continued to meditate and cultivate in the carriage every day. Ever since he killed the Xiantian spiritual beast, Little Mei and Little Die seemed to be even more attentive to serving Yang Xuan. Not only did they take care of Yang Xuan meticulously, they were no longer shy when serving Yang Xuan during baths and rest. They were completely honest with Yang Xuan, appearing gentle and submissive.
Yang Xuan did not comment on any of this, and simply dealt with it calmly.
No matter how long the journey was, they would eventually arrive. Finally, Yan Jing City was in sight.
Yang Xuan leaned against the window and looked at the majestic Yan Jing City. He felt a trace of excitement in his heart. Once upon a time, a young man who was called trash had reached such heights.
"Grandmaster Yang, Yan Jing City is in front!" Yan Feiwen sat on his horse, his body slightly tilted as he spoke to Yang Xuan. "I've already ordered people to enter the city ahead of us. Father, we can slow down and wait for the officials to welcome us."
Yang Xuan nodded. This was also the meaning of the question. As the most important force of a country, the Grandmaster Protector was incomparably honorable. Of course, he couldn't just casually deal with him!
The group of guards also sat upright on their horses and lined up neatly, leading the way in a solemn and dignified manner.
The convoy slowly drove towards Yan Jing City. After a while, the city gate was in sight.
Yan Jing City was indeed worthy of being the capital of Yan. The city gate was incomparably wide. It could accommodate eight or nine horses at the same time. The city gate tower stood tall and majestic.
At this moment, two officials in green robes stood outside the city gate. They looked at the convoy. Judging from their official robes, their positions weren't high.
Behind them, dozens of soldiers temporarily blocked the people entering the city. They were divided into two sides and maintained order.
Yan Feiwen's expression became ugly. He squeezed the horse's belly and the horse immediately broke into a gallop. After arriving in front of the two officials, Yan Feiwen forcefully suppressed his anger and said, "Why is it only the two of you? Where are the others? Where's the honor guard? "
The two officials exchanged glances before one of them said helplessly, "Seventh Prince, the First Prince is celebrating Master Xuanwen's birthday today and has taken the honor guard away. As for the civil and military officials …"
That person stole a glance at Yan Feiwen's ashen face and said anxiously, "The civil and military officials have all been invited by the First Prince to Master Xuanwen's place."
Yan Feiwen's face was ashen as he said angrily, "Nonsense. Didn't Master Xuanwen just celebrate his birthday two months ago?"
The official did not dare to look at Yan Feiwen again. He lowered his head and did not say a word!
Yan Feiwen immediately realized that the First Prince, Yan Feiyun, was behind all of this.
This move was extremely vicious. On the same day that he welcomed Yang Xuan back, he celebrated Master Xuanwen's birthday and even pulled away the honor guard. This caused him to lose a lot of face in front of Yang Xuan, causing Yang Xuan to be dissatisfied. He might even give up on supporting him.
This was telling him not to act rashly.
At that moment, the commoners at the city gates all knelt on the ground and greeted the First Prince.
Yan Feiwen waved his hand impatiently, gesturing for them to rise. For a moment, he was extremely frustrated. He did not know how to explain it to Yang Xuan. There was even some fear in his voice, afraid that Yang Xuan would flick his sleeves and leave in a fit of anger.
The convoy slowly approached the city gates. With Yang Xuan's excellent hearing, he had heard the two officials' conversation clearly.
Yan Feiwen urged his horse back to the carriage and said to Yang Xuan in fear, "Master Yang, this …"
A cold glint flashed in Yang Xuan's eyes as he said indifferently, "Who is that Master Xuanwen?"
Yan Feiwen did not expect him to have heard their conversation. He replied helplessly, "Master Xuanwen's real name is Xuanwen Li. He is a Connate Master from the Master Hall."
Yang Xuan smiled. That Xuanwen Li was neither early nor late. As soon as he arrived, the First Prince celebrated his birthday. This was a show of strength.
Also, Xuanwen Li knew that Yang Xuan was a Connate Master and was about to become the Protector of the Nation. Yet, he still did this. This was to tell Yang Xuan that Yanjing City was not a small place like Taiping City. Here, even if you were a dragon, you had to coil up. If you were a tiger, you had to lie down.
Thinking of this, Yang Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile.
Bring it on. What do I have to fear?
At that moment, the two officials and some soldiers were secretly sizing up Yang Xuan through the window. They could not help but be surprised to see that Yang Xuan was so young.
The other commoners did not know who was sitting in the luxurious carriage, but from the looks of it, it was definitely a high-ranking official. Therefore, they did not dare to raise their heads. They just stood quietly to the side and waited.
Yang Xuan looked at Yan Feiwen and suddenly said, "Let's enter the city! Let's celebrate this Master Xuanwen's birthday! "
Yan Feiwen was stunned and stared blankly at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "What's wrong?"
Only then did Yan Feiwen react and quickly replied, "Yes!"
His heart trembled as he recalled what Yang Xuan had done in Taiping City.
He massacred the entire city in a fit of rage and slaughtered a huge family in his hands. Not even a chicken or dog was spared. His methods were vicious and cruel. Now that he had come to Yanjing City and had not settled down, he wanted to go to Xuanwen Li's place. Clearly, he did not want to let things go.
Thinking of this, his heart trembled. He hoped that nothing big would happen.
The carriage slowly entered the city, turned a corner, and walked along the East-West Road toward Xuanwen Li's residence.
As the capital of Yanjing City, Yanjing City was naturally prosperous. It was far from what Taiping City could compare to.
There were many shops on both sides of the street, and banners were fluttering in the wind. There was an endless stream of people on the road. It was a lively scene.
Although Xiao Mei and Xiao Die grew up in Yanjing City, they had never strolled around the city. At this moment, they were both leaning against the window, their eyes were overwhelmed with excitement.
Along the way, the pedestrians on the street saw such a luxurious carriage and stood respectfully to the side, waiting for the carriage to pass by. Only when the carriage was far away did they point at it, but they did not know who was in the carriage.
The Master Hall was just the name of an organization set up by the Yanjing Royal Family for Xiantian Masters. But in fact, the Xiantian Masters in the Master Hall all had their own houses and did not have to show up unless there was something important.
After a while, the carriage stopped in front of Xuanwen Li's residence. There were all kinds of official carriages parked on both sides of the street in front of the door. There were many of them.
The guards and coachmen of all kinds of officials were originally leaning on the side, chatting casually. But when they saw an incomparably luxurious carriage parked on the side of the road, they all stopped and couldn't help but look.
After getting off the carriage, Yan Feiwen hurriedly led the way. Yang Xuan asked Xiao Mei and Xiao Die to wait in the carriage, and then followed Yan Feiwen to Xuanwen Mansion.
As Yang Xuan's personal attendant, Wang Wu followed closely behind.
Before they even approached, the sounds of music and music could be clearly heard coming from the mansion. It was a hubbub of voices and an incomparably lively atmosphere.
Yang Xuan coldly smiled, an indescribable danger in his eyes.
When they arrived at the door, the guard at the door saw Yan Feiwen, and his face revealed a dazed expression.
Who didn't know what was going on with today's birthday gift? But at this time, the main character, Yan Feiwen, had actually come. Just what was he planning?
Although this was what they thought, they still couldn't be lacking in etiquette. They quickly bowed to Yan Feiwen and called out, "Your Highness!"
Yan Feiwen ignored them. He only stood at the entrance and respectfully gestured to Yang Xuan to enter.
The several guards' eyes widened in shock. They looked up and down Yang Xuan, unable to understand why the Seventh Prince would be so respectful to this person.
A moment later, they came to their senses and remembered their duty. They hurriedly said, "Your Highness, the First Prince has ordered that you are not …"
"Stand down!" Yan Feiwen shouted coldly. His voice was incomparably cold and carried a supreme dignity.
For a moment, the guards were intimidated by Yan Feiwen's aura and could only watch as the three of them walked in.
After passing through the red door, an incomparably spacious courtyard appeared before their eyes. At this time, countless maids and servants were shuttling back and forth, bringing all sorts of delicacies into the hall.
Yan Feiwen stepped to the side, allowing Yang Xuan to walk in front. He and Wang Wu walked side by side behind Yang Xuan.
The three of them passed through the courtyard and entered Xuanwen Mansion's banquet hall. Upon entering the hall, Yang Xuan stopped and slowly swept his gaze over the place.
Several dozen tables were neatly arranged on both sides of the hall. All sorts of dishes and fine wine were placed on them, and all sorts of officials and guests were drinking and having fun, chatting loudly.
In the center of the hall, several beautifully dressed dancers were dancing gracefully for the entertainment of the guests.
Yang Xuan suddenly sneered.
This sneer was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears. For a time, the hall fell silent as everyone's gazes gathered on Yang Xuan's body, shock on their faces.
Yang Xuan's eyes slowly swept over the hall, and everyone felt as if a great mountain was pressing down on them, making it difficult to breathe.
Everyone hurriedly lowered their heads to avoid Yang Xuan's gaze, and while they secretly speculated about Yang Xuan's identity, they were all stunned.
Yang Xuan's eyes passed through the hall and fell on the table at the head of the banquet.
There were less than ten people seated here, and the one at the head was an old man with a ruddy complexion. He was not tall, but his eyes shone with a sharp light. His aura was deep and profound, and with every breath he took, he exuded a boundless strength similar to Sun Chongming's. He was a Xiantian master.
Yang Xuan suddenly laughed and loudly said, "This one heard that today is Brother Xuanwen's birthday and was delighted to come uninvited. Please forgive me!"
Everyone was shocked. Since when had anyone dared to speak to the Grandmaster Protector like this?
A stocky man at the head of the table coldly snorted and loudly said, "Who are you? Today is Grandmaster Xuanwen's birthday. How can an ordinary person come as they please? "
Yan Feiwen was just about to step forward and speak when Yang Xuan gently waved his hand to stop him.
Yang Xuan lightly glanced at the stocky man and ignored him. His eyes pierced the old man at the head of the group and indifferently said, "I presume this is Grandmaster Xuanwen?"
Xuan Wenli was also sizing up Yang Xuan. He had long heard that Yan Feiwen had gone out to invite a Xiantian master.
At the same time, he had also heard that this Xiantian master was very young. He had stepped into the Xiantian realm before the age of twenty and could be considered a peerless genius.
Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't believe it when he saw Yang Xuan. Was this young man, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, really a Xiantian master?
He couldn't feel any trace of Xiantian Qi from Yang Xuan's body. Not to mention Xiantian Qi, he couldn't even feel any inner strength. It was as if he was an ordinary person who didn't know any martial arts.
However, the moment Yang Xuan stepped into the hall and saw the Seventh Prince, Yang Xuan, respectfully following behind him, he had already confirmed Yang Xuan's identity — it was that young Xiantian master.
Hearing Yang Xuan's words, he couldn't help but frown. Displeasure appeared on his face. He first signaled for all the dancers to leave before deliberately asking, "Who are you?"
Yang Xuan said expressionlessly, "I'm Yang Xuan. I came in a hurry and didn't prepare any gifts. I hope Brother Xuanwen can forgive me!"
Xuan Wenli looked at Yang Xuan's expressionless face and was slightly angered. His face immediately turned gloomy and he didn't say anything.
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