571: Yang Zhaojue arrived

The banquet ended, and Yang Lingchen and Cang Qingyue returned to the Princess's Mansion.

"This is great! No one can control my marriage anymore."

Cang Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, her face brimming with a cheerful smile.

"Is this why you brought me to the Cangyun Empire?"

Yang Lingchen gently put his arm around Cang Qingyue's slender, soft waist.

"Of course! If I didn't bring you back, what reason would I have to refuse the political marriage?"

Cang Qingyue giggled, her voice as clear and pleasant as silver bells.

"Weren't you afraid your Father Emperor would slaughter me?" Yang Lingchen gently scraped Cang Qingyue's small, delicate upturned nose.

"I believe in your talent; it will definitely impress him."

Cang Qingyue continued, "The main reason my Father Emperor wanted me to marry was so that our Cangyun Empire could find a powerful and solid backer. If your talent is outstanding enough, what reason would he have to disagree with us being together?"

"You mean you want me to become the future backer of the Cangyun Empire?" Yang Lingchen said with a smile, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly.

"Of course. You are the most excellent man I have ever seen. In the future, you will surely become the strongest king in this Star Domain."

Cang Qingyue leaned gently into Yang Lingchen's embrace, her eyes full of dependence and trust.

"Think bigger. Your man isn't just going to be the strongest king in this Star Domain." Yang Lingchen laughed heartily, a flash of confidence deep in his eyes, a light that seemed capable of piercing through endless darkness.

"Could it be you want to be the strongest king in the entire Realm of the Gods?" Cang Qingyue blinked and asked, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity and expectation.

"Your vision is still a bit small."

Yang Lingchen laughed again, his voice hearty and bold, with a hint of disdain for everything in the depths of his eyes. He said, "I will not only be the king of the Realm of the Gods, I will be the strongest king in the entire Universe."

"I just love this confident look of yours."

Cang Qingyue looked at Yang Lingchen with a face full of admiration, then slowly leaned in for a kiss, her movements gentle and affectionate.

"Didn't we just do this this morning?" Yang Lingchen chuckled, his face carrying a bit of teasing.

"While they aren't around, can't you spend a few more times with me?" Cang Qingyue's voice carried a hint of coquettishness, a sound that seemed to make one's bones go soft.

"Fine... fine... fine." Yang Lingchen smiled helplessly, but his eyes were full of indulgence.

Soon, the two entered the room... Yan Yang Sect, Sect Master's Great Hall.

A middle-aged man with a posture as straight as a pine and an Aura as steady as a mountain, dressed in white silk, sat upright in the main seat, meticulously handling the Sect's affairs.

This middle-aged man in white silk was precisely the Yan Yang Sect Master, Yin Soul.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing deacon robes hurried in, his expression frantic and his steps hurried. "Sect Master, something terrible has happened. Young Lord Yan Qingyun's soul lamp has gone out."

*Slap!*

In a fit of rage, Yin Soul slammed his hand onto the table, a sharp light like a bolt of lightning instantly flashing in his eyes. "What did you say? Say it again."

"Young Lord Yan Qingyun's soul lamp has gone out," the deacon said with a trembling voice, as if he were scared out of his wits.

"How is that possible? How could Yun'er die? Who did it?"

A monstrous killing intent rose in Yin Soul's eyes, surging like a turbulent tide. Although he had many sons, Yan Qingyun's talent was definitely outstanding, which was why he had made an exception for the youngest, Yan Qingyun, to become the Young Sect Master of the Yan Yang Sect.

Now that Yan Qingyun had been killed, one could imagine the extent of the killing intent in his heart.

"According to reports from our spies in East Saint City, before the Young Lord disappeared, he and the Tian Yin Gate Young Lord Long Chen ambushed the Xuan Yin Palace Disciple Lingchen outside East Saint City. Since then, the Young Lord and Long Chen have never appeared again."

The deacon spoke, his voice filled with fear and unease.

"This kid named Lingchen was personally recruited into Xuan Yin Palace by Mu Xiya. Although his talent is decent, with his cultivation level, it's impossible for him to kill Yun'er." Yin Soul's face was extremely gloomy, looking as if it could drip water.

"Sect Master, Mu Qingcheng and Cang Qingyue were with that kid at the time. Could it be that those two were the ones who did it?" the deacon asked, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"It doesn't matter who did it anymore, because they all have to go down and accompany my Yun'er."

An extremely sinister killing intent flickered in Yin Soul's eyes. He then took out his sound transmission jade and sent a Sound Transmission to the Tian Yin Gate Leader, Yin Soul... Tian Yin Gate, Tian Yin Main Peak.

Yin Soul, who was currently in the middle of Cultivation, suddenly received the Sound Transmission from Yin Soul, and a cold, icy killing intent instantly appeared in his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, his figure instantly transformed into a swift streak of white light, flying towards the Tian Yin Gate's soul lamp Hall.

When he saw that Long Chen's soul lamp had gone out, Yin Soul's face turned as dark as water, as if a storm was about to break.

Long Chen was his most outstanding son and the future Young Sect Leader of Tian Yin Gate. To nurture Long Chen, he had spent a great deal of effort over the years. Now that he had been killed just like that, one could imagine how furious he was.

"To dare kill my Chener—no matter who you are, This Seat will tear you into ten thousand pieces."

A thick killing intent showed in Yin Soul's eyes, seemingly manifesting into reality. An invisible murderous Aura spread out from his body, covering everything... Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, an extremely luxurious and beautiful beast carriage appeared in the sky above the Cangyun Empire. This luxurious beast carriage was pulled by four Late Stage Spirit God Realm ancient Vicious Beasts. From a distance, it gave off an invisible, heavy sense of pressure.

The moment this luxurious beast carriage appeared in the capital of the Cangyun Empire, Cang Qingtian led a group of high-ranking officials from the Cangyun Empire to hurriedly welcome them.

"Welcome, Fourteenth Prince, to the Cangyun Empire." Cang Qingtian's voice was very warm, and his face was filled with a fawning smile.

"Mm!"

A young man with a posture as straight as bamboo, a face like jade, and extraordinary handsomeness, wearing white luxurious brocade robes, gently lifted the curtain of the beast carriage and slowly walked out.

This young man in white luxurious brocade was precisely the Fourteenth Prince of the Haotian Immortal Kingdom, Yang Zhaojue.

Behind Yang Zhaojue followed an old man with an Aura as thick as a mountain and eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

"Fourteenth Prince, This Seat has already prepared a banquet in the imperial palace. Please, come in."

Cang Qingtian greeted Yang Zhaojue warmly, his attitude humble and respectful. Although the other party only had the strength of the fourth level of the Spirit God Realm, he was, after all, a prince of the Haotian Immortal Kingdom, so Cang Qingtian had to take him seriously.

"Lord Cang is too polite."

Yang Zhaojue nodded, his expression cold and arrogant, then followed Cang Qingtian all the way to the imperial palace.

After entering the imperial palace's banquet hall, several beautifully dressed and charming princesses walked over with graceful steps, bowing to Yang Zhaojue one after another. "Greetings, Fourteenth Prince."

Yang Zhaojue glanced casually at these princesses and then said coldly, "Lord Cang, This Prince has come this time on behalf of the Immortal Kingdom for a political marriage. Are you trying to brush This Prince off with these few specimens?"

"Fourteenth Prince, they are already the only princesses of my Cangyun Empire."

Hearing this, a flash of displeasure crossed Cang Qingtian's eyes, and a hint of anger rose in his heart.

These princesses were his daughters after all. Being looked down upon so much by Yang Zhaojue, his mood naturally wouldn't be good.

"Oh!" Yang Zhaojue's face darkened, and he then said, "I heard that Princess Qingyue of the Cangyun Empire is one of the four great beauties of the East, with a face that could topple cities and ruin states. I wonder which of the princesses present is her?"

"Yue'er was betrothed to someone else before this and is now a married woman, so she is not present today," Cang Qingtian said, his tone calm but firm.

"Oh? How come This Prince hasn't heard of this?"

A cold light flashed in Yang Zhaojue's eyes. He had already investigated Cang Qingyue's matters clearly and had never heard of her having any man.

"Fourteenth Prince, this matter also came about very suddenly. Some time ago, while Yue'er was out gaining experience, she happened to meet Lingchen of Xuan Yin Palace. The two fell in love at first sight, and their feelings were mutual. This Seat couldn't bear to tear them apart, so I agreed to their marriage."

Cang Qingtian spoke, looking at Yang Zhaojue with a frank gaze.

"Oh!" A coldness flashed in Yang Zhaojue's eyes. "To think there would be such a coincidence."

"This was also something This Seat did not expect. However, since they have already come together, as a father, I can only wish them well."

Cang Qingtian said, a helpless smile on his face.

"They shouldn't be married yet, right?"

Yang Zhaojue spoke, a hint of an indiscernible light flickering in his eyes.

"Not yet," Cang Qingtian replied.

"This Prince came this time specifically for Cang Qingyue. Since she already has someone she likes, This Prince won't force her, but it should be fine for This Prince to meet her once, right?" Yang Zhaojue said in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unyielding firmness.

"That is naturally possible."

After Cang Qingtian finished speaking, he turned to look at the eunuch nearby. "Go and invite the Princess and the Consort over."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The eunuch responded respectfully and then hurried away.