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With the fall of Qian Youfeng and Feng Wuyou, the news swept through Feng Lei City like a storm, reaching every corner and leaving no one untouched by this information tempest.
Those spies who usually lurked in the shadows, like ghosts, were now stirred into action. They became messengers of this shocking news, swiftly relaying it back to their respective factions.
In a deep chamber of Wan Jian Zong, flickering candlelight illuminated the grave and profound face of an elder. This elder was Tian Jian Lao Ren, a highly respected figure within Wan Jian Zong.
His brows were tightly furrowed, as if a heavy mountain pressed down on his heart, making it hard for him to find peace. The strength displayed by Ye Xingchen far exceeded Tian Jian Lao Ren's previous expectations.
In his mind, Ye Xingchen should have been a peak powerhouse among Celestial Beings, perhaps to be recruited by the Tianfeng County King as a capable subordinate; or maybe he would fall victim in the conflict against the Tianfeng County King, becoming a casualty in this power struggle.
However, reality was vastly different from his predictions. The sheer strength of Ye Xingchen left him feeling a twinge of shock and unease.
Tian Jian Lao Ren understood that this matter was serious and needed to be reported to Ancestor Ye, the Sword Madman of Wan Jian Zong, as soon as possible. The Sword Madman was a true legend within Wan Jian Zong; his cultivation was unfathomable and he served as the spiritual pillar of the entire Wanjian Sect.
In no time, Tian Jian Lao Ren arrived at the Sword Madman's secluded quarters. He stood respectfully outside the door and said in a solemn voice, "Disciple seeks an audience with Master." A calm voice came from within: "Come in."
Tian Jian Lao Ren entered the room and stood respectfully beside the Sword Madman, beginning to report in detail on recent events.
At first, the Sword Madman's expression remained as calm as still water. However, when he heard that a Fourth Level Marquis had appeared in Feng Lei City and had killed Qian Youfeng from Tianfeng Prefecture, a glint of sharp killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"Are you saying," the Sword Madman spoke with disbelief, "that such a powerhouse has emerged in Feng Lei City? And possesses enough strength to slay Qian Youfeng?"
Tian Jian Lao Ren nodded in confirmation: "Indeed, it is said that Ye Xingchen excels in an ice palm technique with astonishing power, not weaker than Earth-level techniques."
Upon hearing this, the Sword Madman furrowed his brow: "The Ye Family Ancestor has many secrets. Our Wan Jian Zong has been passed down for a thousand years; we possess only a few Earth-level techniques, and they are merely low-grade ones. If this matter is not handled properly, it could lead to great trouble."
He pondered for a moment before continuing: "Since we have already made enemies with the Ye Family Ancestor, we cannot leave any future threats. Immediately send someone to contact Chen Canghai and inform him that our Wan Jian Zong is willing to join forces with him. Afterward, regarding the treasures of the Ye Family Ancestor: I will take four while he takes six."
Hearing this, although Tian Jian Lao Ren felt it was somewhat unfair in his heart, he did not dare show any dissent on his face and replied respectfully: "Disciple obeys."
In the vast territory of Tianfeng County, Kuang Dao Men, Wan Jian Zong, and Yan Yu Ge stood as three major pillars of power within the county's structure. Unlike the ostentation of Kuang Dao Men and Wan Jian Zong, Yan Yu Ge flowed quietly like a clear stream in some corner of the county.
Here, all female disciples pursued both martial arts and inner cultivation without concern for worldly affairs, focusing solely on their own small realm within the pavilion.
Within Yan Yu Ge stood an ancient yet elegant pavilion. At this moment inside the pavilion sat a woman dressed in pale yellow robes at her desk; she was Zheng Linglong of Yan Yu Ge.
Zheng Linglong possessed bright eyes and white teeth; her gentle demeanor exuded an inherent authority that commanded respect without anger. She listened quietly to reports from her female disciples; although she felt surprised by their content, her expression remained composed.
"You may leave," Zheng Linglong's voice was like pearls falling on jade plates—clear and pleasant yet imbued with undeniable authority. She instructed them to be cautious due to recent unrest outside and advised them not to venture out unnecessarily to avoid unnecessary conflicts.
The female disciple acknowledged respectfully and withdrew. Watching her leave, Zheng Linglong fell into deep thought.
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