132: Torture and murder the crown prince

The Phoenix Divine Dynasty, the solemn and majestic Imperial Sovereign Hall.

"Search! Even if you have to search the entire city, you must find Yang Lingchen for me."

Huangfu Haotian's expression was incredibly gloomy as he spoke through gritted teeth.

At this moment, his face was dark to the extreme, and a bone-chilling Killing Intent spread from his body as if it could burn everything to ashes; his voice was filled with endless anger and majesty.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The commander of the City Guard was so frightened that he hurriedly bowed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, as he responded with a trembling voice. His body shook slightly from fear, as if he were facing a beast on the verge of exploding.

After handling the court affairs, a grim-faced Huangfu Haotian, filled with suppressed rage, arrived at the bedchamber where Xiao Qingyun was staying.

"Xiao Qingyun, I ask you, what exactly is your relationship with Yang Lingchen?"

Huangfu Haotian's eyes were sharp, like two keen sword blades staring straight at Xiao Qingyun, his tone filled with suspicion and questioning.

"Yang Lingchen? Who is he?"

Xiao Qingyun took a small sip of tea and spoke indifferently. Her expression was as calm as water, as if she knew nothing about the name.

"The Xiao Chenzi who escaped from outside your bedchamber that night."

Huangfu Haotian's eyes were sharp, staring intently at Xiao Qingyun as he spoke each word like a heavy hammer.

"Xiao Chenzi? Sorry, I don't know him. Are you suggesting I have a relationship with him?" Xiao Qingyun gave a cold laugh, her smile carrying a hint of mockery and disdain.

"I am just a bit curious as to why he would appear in your bedchamber."

Huangfu Haotian looked at Xiao Qingyun seriously, his gaze torch-like, as if trying to see a subtle clue on her exquisite face.

"Perhaps he followed you here and wanted to assassinate you?" Xiao Qingyun didn't change her expression; her eyes were clear and firm, without the slightest retreat or fear.

Huangfu Haotian frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, "What you say is not without reason."

Huangfu Haotian's brow furrowed as he fell into deep thought, seemingly considering the possibility of Xiao Qingyun's words.

"How about you tell me about this person's situation, and I'll analyze it for you!"

Xiao Qingyun said casually, her tone light as if this were just a trivial matter.

"This person is from the Immortal Sword Sect, sixteen years old, and is the champion of this Four Sect Grand Competition..."

Then Huangfu Haotian detailed Yang Lingchen's basic situation; his voice was low and serious.

"Giggle... Huangfu Haotian, I am already twenty-seven this year, and Yang Lingchen is just a brat. For you to actually suspect I have a relationship with him is simply a joke."

Xiao Qingyun sneered, her laughter echoing in the silent palace, filled with irony.

"Could it be that just because I bestowed a princess upon him, he wants to destroy the entire Huangfu Family?" Huangfu Haotian murmured, his tone carrying a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

"You bestowed a marriage upon him?" Xiao Qingyun asked casually, a flash of curiosity in her eyes.

"Indeed, I bestowed Furong to him. However, his expression was very ugly at the time, but I didn't pay it any mind."

Huangfu Haotian said in a heavy voice, his expression somewhat regretful, as if realizing his mistake.

"That shouldn't be! If you bestowed a princess to him, he should be happy! Is Princess Furong not good-looking?" Xiao Qingyun spoke, her tone carrying a hint of doubt.

"Furong's looks are indeed ordinary; she's just a bit fat." Huangfu Haotian said heavily, a flash of embarrassment on his face.

"A bit fat? How fat?"

Xiao Qingyun asked, her gaze showing a hint of curiosity.

"About eight hundred pounds or so!" Huangfu Haotian said, his voice carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Pfft."

Xiao Qingyun couldn't help but chuckle and said with a light laugh, "Huangfu Haotian, for someone who is the ruler of a country, to actually bestow an eight-hundred-pound princess to an unparalleled Genius like Yang Lingchen—isn't that intentionally humiliating him?"

In Xiao Qingyun's laughter, there was a hint of mockery.

"In this world, the personalities of geniuses are very eccentric. Once offended, they will retaliate madly. Clearly, you went too far in this matter," Xiao Qingyun said.

"Humph, although Furong is a bit ugly, she is still my daughter. This kid actually dared to kill my Imperial Son; I will surely leave him with no place to be buried."

Huangfu Haotian's eyes were cold, his gaze as if it could freeze a person into a block of ice, and his voice was full of determination and ruthlessness.

Having obtained the information she wanted, Xiao Qingyun stopped speaking and instead drank her tea on her own. Her movements were elegant and calm, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her... Time passed in the blink of an eye, and two days went by.

After two days of hard cultivation, Yang Lingchen finally broke through his cultivation level to the ninth level of the King Realm.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen felt the power within his body surging powerfully, as if endless energy were rushing through him.

A light of confidence flashed in Yang Lingchen's eyes; he finally had a shred of confidence regarding the rescue of Xiao Qingyun.

Regarding the rescue plan, Yang Lingchen already had a plan in mind, which was to utilize the Crown Prince's identity to attend the wedding. As soon as Xiao Qingyun appeared, he would use the speed of his Sword Flight to quickly take her away.

With Yang Lingchen's current Sword Flight speed, once Xiao Qingyun appeared, he could easily take her away unless Huangfu Haotian stayed by her side the entire time.

That night.

Yang Lingchen exited the haotian jade space and then walked all the way toward the Crown Princes Residence. Tonight, his goal was to kill the Crown Prince and then attend the wedding in his identity.

The area of the Crown Princes Residence was much larger than the residences of the Eighth Prince and the Tenth Prince. Those tall palaces were arranged in an orderly fashion, majestic and solemn.

Yang Lingchen used the Phantom Movement Technique to quietly sneak into the Crown Princes Residence. His figure was like a ghost, silent and without causing the slightest disturbance.

To successfully find the Crown Prince, Yang Lingchen held his breath and quietly released his Divine Sense, then slowly searched through the Crown Princes Residence. His movements were cautious, not daring to be the least bit careless.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen was like a phantom lurking within the Crown Princes Residence. With his current strength, unless Huangfu Haotian came in person, no one would be able to discover him.

Yang Lingchen's figure flickered constantly, searching for the Crown Prince's whereabouts in one palace after another. His eyes were sharp and focused, not missing any possible corner.

Inside a certain secret room in the Crown Princes Residence.

"Elder Wei, is Yang Lingchen really as terrifying as you say? You're actually making me hide in a secret room in the middle of the night."

The Crown Prince spoke in a bad tone, with a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint.

"Your Highness, according to our deductions, Yang Lingchen's strength is at least comparable to the seventh level of the Emperor Realm or higher, and his speed is incredibly fast; even the Imperial Sovereign can do nothing against him," Elder Wei said with a heavy tone and a serious expression.

"Does that mean I have to hide in a secret room every night from now on?"

The Crown Prince said in a deep voice, his face gloomy, his heart filled with anger and unwillingness.

"During this recent period, it is better for Your Highness to make do here at night. Once the Imperial Sovereign captures Yang Lingchen, it won't be too late for Your Highness to go out."

Elder Wei spoke, his tone filled with persuasion and concern.

"How could this Little Bastard's cultivation break through so quickly? Could he have had some kind of fortuitous encounter?" A strange light flickered in the Crown Prince's eyes, filled with jealousy and greed.

"If I'm not mistaken, this kid should have some kind of Secret Treasure on him that boosts cultivation," Elder Wei said, a thoughtful light flashing in his eyes.

"If I snatch the Secret Treasure from this Little Bastard, why should I worry about not being able to achieve great things?" the Crown Prince said, his expression becoming fanatical and excited.

"Crown Prince, you seem to be quite interested in the Secret Treasure in my hands!"

Just then, a bone-chilling voice rang out, followed by a ghost-like figure appearing silently within the secret room.

The person who arrived was—Yang Lingchen.

The Crown Prince was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure and said with a trembling voice, "Yang Lingchen, it's you!"

At this moment, the Crown Prince's face instantly turned pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Your Highness, go quickly! I will cover you."

Elder Wei shouted and threw a palm strike toward Yang Lingchen. His actions were decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, the Crown Prince hurriedly fled toward the outside of the secret room. His figure was pathetic and flustered, as if escaping from a ferocious beast.

Swoosh...

Yang Lingchen's eyes narrowed, and the immortal demon sword instantly slashed a sharp Sword Qi toward Elder Wei, then he pursued the Crown Prince without looking back. That Sword Qi light was dazzling, carrying endless Killing Intent.

Bang...

Elder Wei fell straight to the ground, his hands tightly clutching his throat, a hint of unwillingness showing in his eyes. He didn't expect that with his strength at the sixth level of the Emperor Realm, he actually couldn't block a single move from Yang Lingchen.

"Crown Prince, where do you think you're going?"

Just as the Crown Prince was about to rush out of the secret room, Yang Lingchen's figure blocked his path like a ghost, looking at him with a smile.

"Yang... Ling... chen, what do you want to do?"

The Crown Prince held his battle sword in front of him, his eyes staring fixedly at Yang Lingchen. His body trembled slightly, and his voice was also shaking.

"To borrow your identity."

Yang Lingchen said with a wicked smile, which was filled with cunning and coldness.

"You... can." The Crown Prince said nervously, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.

"Very well, then go and die!"

As soon as Yang Lingchen finished speaking, the immortal demon sword in his hand had already swung out.

Swoosh!

"You..."

As the sound of skin being sliced rang out, the Crown Prince tightly clutched his throat, desperately trying to stop the blood that kept overflowing; his eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness.

"Go in peace! Soon your Imperial Father will go to find you."

Yang Lingchen sneered, his voice cold and heartless, as if pronouncing the Crown Prince's death sentence.

After Yang Lingchen finished speaking, he pointed his finger directly at the Crown Prince's forehead, and while he hadn't completely died yet, he began to perform the Soul Searching Technique.

Fifteen minutes later, Yang Lingchen transformed, turning into the likeness of the Crown Prince.

As for the bodies of the Crown Prince and Elder Wei, they had already been disposed of completely.

Having done everything, Yang Lingchen left the secret room, and he began to look forward to tomorrow's wedding.