Chapter 68 Divine Spear Marquis

On the other side, while Bai Ze was stirring up trouble in Tianshu City and trampling the dignity of the Sword Valley Sect and the Illusion Desire Sect under his feet...

Ye Haocheng, Leng Yi, and Jin Daoming had long since fled a thousand miles away, quietly arriving at another bustling major city within the territory of the Great Yue Dynasty: Tianxuan City.

This city was magnificent and grand, its scale and aura not inferior in the slightest to the previous Tianshu City.

The city walls towered into the clouds like a black mountain range lying across the land. Inside the city, traffic flowed like water and cultivators moved in a constant stream; the cries of vendors from the shops on both sides of the streets were endless, presenting a scene of thriving prosperity.

The three found a seemingly elegant and quiet inn in the city to stay for the time being.

The inn's rooms were decorated in an antique style, permeated with a faint scent of sandalwood. Ye Haocheng had originally planned to enter a state of quiet cultivation again, blocking out all external disturbances and quietly waiting for the official start of the Furnace Opening Ceremony, which was enough to draw the attention of the entire Eastern Continent.

However, he hadn't expected that just as night fell that evening and the first lights were lit...

Leng Yi, who was responsible for gathering intelligence from all sides for Ye Haocheng and moved as silently as a shadow, suddenly received an urgent piece of news that even he found somewhat surprising.

The only Heir of the Marquis of Divine Spear, that powerful and notoriously fierce figure of the Great Chu Dynasty,

was actually coming to the Great Yue Dynasty as well, and his ultimate goal was also to participate in the Sword Burial Mound Sect's Furnace Opening Ceremony to seize a divine weapon.

This Marquis of Divine Spear was by no means an ordinary person.

He was a genuine peak Martial Saint Realm expert within the Great Chu Dynasty, with a cultivation that reached the heavens. With the Broken Army Divine Spear in hand, he had drunk the blood of countless experts, his fierce reputation shaking the world, and he possessed incomparable influence within the Great Chu military.

More importantly, in the bloody massacre that broke out after the Great Chu Imperial Family framed Ye Haocheng's grandfather, the Prince of Zhenbei, for colluding with the enemy and treason,

this Marquis of Divine Spear was precisely the sharpest, bloodiest, and most ruthless butcher's knife in the hands of the Great Chu Imperial Family.

It was this knife that had personally pierced the loyal and brave heart of Ye Haocheng's grandfather, which had never yielded until death.

It was also this knife that had ruthlessly killed most of Ye Haocheng's relatives, causing the once glorious and meritorious Zhenbei Princes Mansion—which had protected the peace of the Great Chu Dynasty's northern border for centuries—to be covered in rivers of blood and littered with corpses.

Upon learning this news, Leng Yi's heart shuddered, and a cold killing intent rose from the depths of his soul.

He dared not delay in the slightest and immediately reported this news to Ye Haocheng; he knew what this name meant to his Lord.

Inside the room, the candlelight flickered gently, casting three silent shadows upon the wall.

After Ye Haocheng heard Leng Yi's report, the expression on his handsome face did not change in the slightest; it remained as calm as ever, as if he had only heard an insignificant name.

However, in an instant, his eyes, deep as the starry sky, were completely filled with a terrifying chill capable of freezing the soul and withering all things.

That chill was so piercing and cold that even Leng Yi, standing before him, felt a shiver from the depths of his soul and dared not look him in the eye.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly to the freezing point at this moment.

The air itself seemed to be solidified by this invisible chill, becoming heavy and oppressive, and even the flicker of the candle became incredibly slow.

“Where is this Heir of the Marquis of Divine Spear now?”

Ye Haocheng spoke slowly, his voice low and raspy, as if coming from the nine layers of hell, devoid of any human emotion; every word was like a block of ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

Leng Yi forcibly suppressed the tremor in his heart and replied respectfully.

“To answer the Hall Master, according to the latest intelligence from our Asura Hall, Liu Wei, the Heir of the Marquis of Divine Spear, will arrive at this Tianxuan City tomorrow.”

“First Prince Qi Jia of the Great Yue Dynasty is going to hold a grand banquet in this city tomorrow.”

“It is said that he is inviting some of the young talents from various factions who have arrived early for the Furnace Opening Ceremony to gather in advance, build relationships, and expand his network.”

“And Liu Wei, the Heir of the Marquis of Divine Spear, is also on the guest list.”

Leng Yi reported everything he knew in detail, not daring to omit anything.

After hearing this, Ye Haocheng slowly stood up and walked to the window.

He pushed open the window, the cold night wind blowing through his black hair. As he looked at the brilliant lights of the thousands of homes outside, a cold, cruel sneer slowly formed at the corners of his mouth.

In a voice only he could hear, he murmured deeply,

“It's good that he's coming! It's truly wonderful! Then I shall use his reckless, dog-like life to offer as a sacrifice to the spirits of the hundreds of relatives from my Zhenbei Prefecture who died in vain!”

Though his voice was faint, it contained overwhelming hatred and killing intent.

It made the air in the entire room even more oppressive, like the deathly silence before a storm, foreshadowing the imminent arrival of a bloody slaughter.

The next day, the morning sunlight had just spilled over Tianxuan City, dispelling the last trace of the night's chill.

Sure enough, just as Leng Yi had said, many young talents from various dynasties and sects across the Eastern Continent had rushed in from all directions to attend the banquet hosted by First Prince Qi Jia of Great Yue.

For a time, precious light soared into the sky within Tianxuan City, and various magnificent flying ships and rare exotic beasts appeared one after another.

These favored children of heaven each possessed an extraordinary bearing, with spiritual energy surging around them, manifesting their uncommon origins and prominent status.

When the sun was high in the sky and most of the invited geniuses had arrived, gathering in front of the First Prince's mansion,

a roar suddenly came from the horizon as an extremely luxurious and massive flying carriage, pulled by eight magnificent, pure white, one-horned Flying Snow Horses, streaked across the sky and sped toward the city.

This flying carriage actually ignored the city's flight ban, flying directly into the city in an extremely overbearing manner.

Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes filled with envy, jealousy, or disdain, it landed steadily at the entrance of the First Prince's mansion, kicking up a gust of wind.