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Time passed little by little, and the days until the opening of the Sword King Tomb grew closer. The atmosphere in Cloud Hidden City became increasingly restless. Especially for those martial artists without the Sword King Order, their eyes were filled with envy and anticipation as they watched the various martial artists entering and exiting the city, searching for targets to attack.
Every day outside Cloud Hidden City, fights and slaughter unfolded, making those who entered and exited the city extremely cautious. Some martial artists who possessed the Sword King Order dared not leave the city, fearing they would become targets. They could only wait within Cloud Hidden City for the opening of the Sword King Tomb.
Even some highly skilled martial artists did not dare to act recklessly, as there were numerous Perfected Realm Martial Artists who had died outside Cloud Hidden City. The ugly greed of human nature was constantly on display here.
On the Dueling Platform at the center of Cloud Hidden City, it was still crowded with people. Cheng Batian had been there continuously, day after day without interruption. The Sword King Order in his hand dazzled those below, making their hearts race with excitement. Unfortunately, no one could obtain it. Every confident martial artist who stepped onto the platform ended up awkwardly falling off.
"Is there anyone else who wants to come? There are only three days left until the Sword King Tomb opens. Today is your last chance; tomorrow you won't even have an opportunity to fight for it. Don't miss out!" Cheng Batian proclaimed from the stage, exuding authority as he spun the Sword King Order in his hand.
"I'll give it a try," someone couldn't resist the temptation and jumped up.
"Haha, very well! I hope you can last a little longer," he laughed heartily and charged forward.
Unfortunately, while that person had confidence and strength, there was still a noticeable gap in skill. After just one minute, he was sent flying off the Dueling Platform, leaving many spectators in shock. When did a Perfected Realm Martial Artist become so easily defeated? For a moment, no one dared to step onto the platform again.
"Ren Brother, are you looking for me?" Chu Yanran walked over gracefully from outside the inn, though her smile seemed somewhat forced.
"Yanran, I don't know what has happened to you; you've been feeling down for a while now. However, tomorrow is the day the Sword King Tomb opens. Leave matters regarding the King-Level Inheritance to me. Just be careful and wait for my good news. I promised I would get your father to agree to us being together; that promise will never change," Ren Pingsheng said softly as he looked into her eyes with a gentle expression.
"I..." She opened her mouth slightly with reddened eyes but ultimately said nothing, only letting out a soft sigh. Her heart was in turmoil; she didn't know what to do. She liked Ren Pingsheng but couldn't accept being deceived by him. This left her feeling conflicted and inexplicably downcast.
"Ah, you should go back. If there's anything, you can come find me. Be careful tomorrow."
"Yeah, you need to be careful when you enter the Sword King Tomb tomorrow." In the end, she said this with concern, hesitatingly turning to leave.
"Why is that? How can I understand if you don't say anything? Am I really so untrustworthy?" Ren Pingsheng's expression was somewhat bitter as he looked up at the distant blue sky, his mood fluctuating. This was something that would never have happened to him in the past.
Back in her room, Chu Yanran sat on the bed in a daze. She thought about everything she had experienced with Ren Pingsheng and then considered the present. Suddenly, she felt that perhaps she had been too demanding. Even if he obtained the Sword King Order, it was not just to enter the Sword King Tomb for the King-Level Inheritance, right? Wasn't it also to be with her? But why did she keep getting tangled up in whether he had deceived her or not?
Just as she was thinking, a series of knocks rang out at varying volumes. She immediately got up and opened the door.
"Qiao Lao, what brings you here? Is there something urgent?" The person standing before her was one of the two elders who had come with her.
"Princess, something big has happened." The elder known as Qiao Lao entered the room and closed the door behind him before speaking anxiously.
"What is it? Qiao Lao, take your time," Chu Yanran said calmly.
"It's like this; we just received news that half a month ago, a powerful figure from the Evil Sect arrived at the Great Chu Dynasty specifically for the Fourth Princess. It was the Young Master of the Evil Sect who came to propose to the Fourth Princess. The Sovereign agreed after learning about it. However, later on, it was reported that you have fallen for a powerless pauper. The Sovereign was furious and said he would capture you and kill that person."
Chu Yanran's face turned pale with shock and anger; she never expected such a thing to happen. Her father actually agreed to that proposal from the Evil Sect. What was even more terrifying was that her relationship with Ren Pingsheng had somehow leaked out. It was hard for her to believe that so few people knew about them—how could it have spread? Now they were even talking about capturing them and possibly threatening their lives.
"Princess, these are still minor issues. The key point is that there is also danger at home," Qiao Lao said with a fearful expression.
"What? My Empress Mother has always been in Great Chu Royal City; how could there be danger?" Chu Yanran exclaimed angrily.
"It’s because of the Eldest Prince; he somehow got involved with the Evil Sect. The Evil Sect is furious over your situation and has been demanding an explanation from the Sovereign. The Crown Prince secretly sent people to control important officials at home. The Sovereign, being angry and wary of the Evil Sect, has not taken any action. The Eldest Prince is using this as leverage to threaten the Third Prince into withdrawing from competing for the Sovereign's favor and is also demanding that you agree to marry the Young Master of the Evil Sect."
"If you don't agree, I'm afraid something might happen to the country. You know how crazy they have become in their fight for the Sovereign position," the elder known as Qiao Lao said with some helplessness.
"How could this be? How could this be?" Chu Yanran murmured, her face pale. Despite her strength, tears could not help but flow down her cheeks.
"Princess, please don't be too sad. There's something I must mention. The person you like is Ren Pingsheng, right? Lord Li Yun from Great Chu Academy has sent word that there may be a problem with him. It’s feared that during the mission in Demon Soul Valley, he might have been possessed by something. He may not be the same person anymore."
"What? You mean..." Chu Yanran suddenly raised her face, her complexion terrifyingly pale. She recalled the time when she was outside Nang Yun Sen, remembering Ren Pingsheng, who took pleasure in killing, like a devil.
"It can't be! It absolutely can't be!" she muttered to herself in a state of mental collapse. This series of blows had already made it hard for her to bear.
Her father's furious wrath, her mother's life being constantly threatened, her brother's helpless withdrawal from the struggle for the Sovereign position, and the possibility that the person she liked had already been replaced by something else—she didn't even know if he was alive or dead. All of this left her mind blank and unsure of what to do.
"Sigh, Princess, you should rest well for now. I will find a way; I believe the Sovereign won't just stand by," Qiao Lao said with a sigh of helplessness before leaving.
"I need to find Ren Brother; he must have a way." Chu Yanran stood up in a daze. "But wait, is he still Ren Brother? What if he has already turned into that devil? Is everything just a trick to deceive me?"
She spoke somewhat incoherently, her expression shifting between crying and laughing. Eventually, overwhelmed by exhaustion, she fell asleep. Yet even in sleep, she remained restless, her brow furrowed and her complexion still pale.
On this last day, the entire Cloud Hidden City was never at peace. It was like a volcano about to erupt at any moment.
"Haha... I've finally caught up. Wang Bo, thank you this time." A figure appeared outside Cloud Hidden City, exuding a fierce aura. Dressed in the skin of a Fierce Beast and with hair and beard obscuring his face, he looked like a Savage.
"Young Master should go into the city and clean himself up first; looking like this is no different from being a Savage," a voice echoed from above, though no one was visible.
"Haha, there's nothing I can do. No one would fare better than me after being trapped there for a year. But thankfully my cultivation has greatly improved. If it weren't for this Sword King Tomb, breaking through to the Supreme Realm wouldn't be difficult at all." He chuckled and walked leisurely towards Cloud Hidden City.
Suddenly, a figure darted out from one side, moving with lightning speed, and the Longsword was aimed directly at the Savage.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself!" The Savage snorted coldly, and with a flash of his Long Sword, the newcomer was cut in two. He wailed on the ground for a long time before finally succumbing to his injuries.
This moment shocked those who were lurking in the shadows, ready to make their move. This person was a Perfected Realm Martial Artist, and yet he couldn't withstand a single strike. It made them realize that this was another formidable opponent, one they could not contend with.
The Savage didn't even glance at them and walked straight into Cloud Hidden City.
Today, Cloud Hidden City was even more bustling, and the atmosphere was more tense. Each martial artist held their Longsword tightly, moving in small groups out of Cloud Hidden City. Their direction was unified towards the southeast, where the mountains surrounded the renowned Cloud Hidden Mountain in the Great Jin Dynasty.
The martial artists bearing the Sword King Order remained seated in Cloud Hidden City, unmoving. The Sword King Order in their hands trembled continuously. This situation had occurred once before; it was a precursor to teleportation.
"Buzz..." The Sword King Order vibrated violently; this time, all movements were synchronized without any distinction between front and back. A milky white light enveloped those holding the Sword King Order, and then everything spun wildly. All of them disappeared simultaneously.
When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves amidst the mountains. Before them stood a towering mountain over three thousand feet high. Then they saw other martial artists who had been teleported with them, all holding the Sword King Order—there were about six or seven hundred of them, with varying levels of cultivation, none below Martial Mastery.
They sized each other up, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense; these were opponents they would encounter upon entering the Sword King Tomb. They had no choice but to take it seriously. However, some individuals were confident in their own strength and displayed indifference.
At the same time, many others approached from a distance. They did not possess the Sword King Order and walked over instead. Their purpose was simple: to see if there were any opportunities to exploit or to wait for those emerging from the Sword King Tomb to seize chances for fortune.
In just a moment, the surroundings were filled with densely packed martial artists. The atmosphere instantly became tense as many worried whether someone would make a move.
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