247: Lu Xuan appears in Haoran Mansion!

“Old Ancestor, that’s Princess Xingyue!”

“The Thirteenth Daughter of the late Emperor, and the Empress’s full sister.”

Wen Lingyun’s face was filled with terror, his voice trembling and choked with sobs.

He couldn’t believe his Old Ancestor wouldn’t know the weighty implications behind these identities!

“If Your Majesty learns of this, even if our Wen Family has extraordinary abilities, I’m afraid we won’t escape utter destruction and a burial-less death!”

Wen Lingyun slumped onto the cold ground, his face ashen like paper, completely drained of color.

He shakily raised a hand, his index finger pointing directly at Wen Mo Chen, the fingertip trembling uncontrollably.

Immediately after, Wen Lingyun looked up, his gaze fixed on his Old Ancestor Wen Fengyuan, and spoke hoarsely.

“Old Ancestor!”

“This scoundrel’s actions are simply driving our great Wen Family to a dead end, this is going to kill the entire Family!”

Wen Lingyun’s various actions at this moment were merely the last struggles of a cornered beast.

Things had come to this, and everything was settled.

No matter what the Wen Family did now, it would only be futile; it was already too late.

The Wen Family, a Family that once held prominence throughout the Great Xia Dynasty.

Now, it had completely embarked on a path of no return.

The Empress in the Imperial Capital, her divine might was unfathomable, her methods decisive and swift, her temperament bold and resolute.

She had always severely punished acts that offended royal dignity, so how could she easily forgive the Wen Family’s transgression?

Even if the Wen Family’s Old Ancestor was once the Duke of Rong, bestowed by the late Emperor.

But in the face of such monstrous crimes, this past glory was merely fleeting, utterly useless.

After all, Princess Xingyue, as the late Emperor’s most beloved Thirteenth Daughter and the Empress’s full sister.

Therefore, her identity was incomparably noble, not to be desecrated in the slightest.

In the Great Xia Dynasty, anyone who dared to harm Princess Xingyue, no matter who they were, would ultimately not escape death!

Wen Fengyuan slowly lowered his head, his cloudy yet somewhat sharp eyes.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the bottom, sweeping indifferently over Wen Lingyun, who was slumped at his feet, and Wen Mo Chen, who stood to the side.

The next moment, Wen Fengyuan’s face was as if covered with a layer of frost, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, and his thin lips moved slightly.

“Enough!”

Although these two words were very low, they were filled with an undeniable emotion.

After a pause, Wen Fengyuan continued, “You two, leave!”

Having said that, he slightly raised his head, his gaze looking into the distance, seemingly deep in thought.

A moment later, Wen Fengyuan spoke again.

“From today onwards, apart from those I send to specifically look after Princess Xingyue, no one else is allowed to step half a pace into this place.”

As soon as Wen Fengyuan’s words fell, terrifying invisible power surged and roared around him.

Immediately after, he slowly raised his right hand, casually flicked his sleeve, the movement seeming nonchalant, yet it carried an overwhelming Aura.

In an instant, a dense and powerful force surged forth.

This irresistible powerful force directly enveloped Wen Lingyun and Wen Mo Chen in mid-air, carrying them lightly out of the room.

As soon as Wen Mo Chen’s feet touched the ground, the Inner Energy in his body instantly burst out wildly, and his surrounding Aura became chaotic.

Then, his entire person transformed into a blurry afterimage, soaring into the distance, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Wen Mo Chen was truly frightened.

In his heart, his father, Wen Lingyun, had already transformed into an irrational madman.

This madman had actually personally murdered his own mother!

That was the wife who had shared many years of life with Wen Lingyun, his lawfully wedded wife, and the closest person to him in this world.

Wen Lingyun paid no attention to Wen Mo Chen’s panicked escape.

He seemed to have been drained of all strength, still slumped on the spot, his eyes fixed on the interior of the room.

To be precise, Wen Lingyun’s gaze pierced through layers of obstacles, locked onto the lowered curtains behind the bed.

A woman lay quietly there.

That woman was Princess Xingyue, who was once incomparably noble, but was now crippled by her own son.

At this moment, she no longer possessed her former unparalleled grace, and in this dim and oppressive room, she was like a flower that had withered too early.

Wen Lingyun gazed at Princess Xingyue, his eyes filled with complex and indistinguishable emotions: fear, regret, and deep despair.

It was as if through her, he was directly facing the impending catastrophe of the entire Wen Family.

However, Wen Lingyun did not gaze for too long; four guards dressed in pure white brocade robes suddenly appeared beside him.

Their footsteps were light, their movements very swift, carefully approaching Wen Lingyun, and then steadily helping him up.

Wen Lingyun, at this time, had lost his self-awareness, allowing the guards to support him, his body limp and weak, his eyes filled with emptiness.

These four guards did not dare to slack off in the slightest, helping Wen Lingyun slowly walk towards the door.

Soon, this group of people disappeared at the end of the dim corridor.

Not long after they left, the originally open room door slammed shut with a “bang.”

The loud sound of the door closing echoed in the silent space, causing the surrounding air to tremble.

The brightly lit interior of the room was instantly enveloped in darkness, with only a few faint candlelights flickering, barely illuminating this small space.

Wen Fengyuan’s movements were slow as he slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on Princess Xingyue on the bed.

Looking at the scene before him, past memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.

After a long time, he slightly raised his head, and a heavy sigh escaped his chest: “Alas!”

This sigh was full of helplessness and vicissitude.

Immediately after, Wen Fengyuan muttered to himself, “This Old fellow ultimately still made this decision!”

The reason Wen Fengyuan made such a crazy decision was by no means an impulse, but a result of years of painstaking contemplation.

Four years ago, when he was in seclusion attempting to Break through to the Perfection of the God Palace, he wanted to try to Break through the shackles of the Major Achievement of the God Palace.

Thus becoming a Martial Artist at the Perfection of the God Palace.

However, Wen Fengyuan ultimately failed, all efforts came to naught, and he fell short.

Wen Fengyuan, who failed to Break through, suffered a fierce backlash from the vast power of Heaven and Earth.

That terrifying power of Heaven and Earth surged like an overwhelming tide, wantonly impacting his God Palace.

This also caused Wen Fengyuan’s God Palace to be shaken to the brink of shattering by that Heaven and Earth power, and the Divine Thought Primordial Spirit within the God Palace also suffered severe damage.

The change in his Divine Thought Primordial Spirit caused Wen Fengyuan’s formidable strength to rapidly decline.

Currently, Wen Fengyuan can at most exert the power of the Minor Achievement of the God Palace.

Therefore, from the outside, Wen Fengyuan seemed to be no different.

But only Wen Fengyuan himself knew that he was now like a castle in the air with an unstable Foundation, liable to collapse at any moment.

What frightened Wen Fengyuan the most was the increasingly strong sense of decay in his Physical Body.

Now, Wen Fengyuan could clearly feel that his body, and the God Palace within him, were rapidly heading towards decay.

Wen Fengyuan, a dignified Martial Artist at the Major Achievement of the God Palace, an existence like a Primordial Spirit True Person.

Within ten years, his God Palace would collapse, his body would perish, and he would turn into a wisp of dust in the world, leaving no trace.

There is great terror between life and death!

Wen Fengyuan was filled with unwillingness; how could he tolerate himself disappearing from this world so silently and confusedly?

Deep in his heart, he had only one strong desire, and that was to live!

However, the damage Wen Fengyuan suffered this time was due to the erosion of the power of Heaven and Earth, by no means an ordinary illness.

Ordinary healing elixirs, common Cultivation methods, or Heavenly Spiritual Objects, were simply unable to restore him to his original state.

To fully recover, Wen Fengyuan could only rely on the legendary ten-pattern sun relic.

This ten-pattern sun relic contains the most mysterious and powerful Law of Heaven and Earth, something countless Martial Artists of the Great Xia Dynasty dream of.

As long as he could obtain the assistance of the ten-pattern sun relic, the Law within it could easily help Wen Fengyuan.

At the same time, for Wen Fengyuan, this power of Law was also the key for him to once again Break through to the Perfection of the God Palace.

Once Wen Fengyuan succeeded, he would not only heal his injuries but also elevate his strength to a higher level, Breaking through to the Perfection of the God Palace.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

A muffled cough escaped Wen Fengyuan’s chest, breaking the silence in the room.

He leaned slightly, one hand gently covering his mouth, and after the coughing subsided, his hand slowly reached into his embrace.

Wen Fengyuan carefully took out a small, greenish round pearl.

The green pearl, illuminated by the dim candlelight, emitted an ancient and mysterious glow.

At first glance, this green round pearl seemed to be meticulously cast from bronze.

“qingling pearl!”

Wen Fengyuan murmured softly, his voice carrying a hint of complex emotion.

Despite its ordinary appearance, this small pearl was actually an extremely precious eight-pattern moon relic.

This qingling pearl was the sincerity given to him by the Jiang family, one of the Upper Three Families.

The Jiang family, along with the Tang Family, another of the Upper Three Families, finally couldn’t hold back and were about to make a move against that person.

Hmph!

Wen Fengyuan sneered inwardly, among the Lower Five Families, two had clearly expressed their intention to join them.

And the three transcendental forces, while seemingly calm on the surface, were secretly colluding with several of the Eight Great Families, preparing together for the emergence of the Fell Spirit Ruin in half a year.

Various forces were stirring in the dark, and a storm revolving around the Fell Spirit Ruin and the Empress in the Imperial Palace was quietly brewing.

More than half of the Eight Great Families, plus the three transcendental forces.

Such a powerful aggregation of forces allowed Wen Fengyuan’s heart to settle, giving him the courage to commit such an outrageous act.

Making a move against Princess Xingyue was the Wen Family’s pledge of allegiance to those forces.

This was also the reason Wen Fengyuan tacitly approved of Wen Mo Chen’s actions.

After all, once Princess Xingyue was harmed, the Wen Family would have no retreat, and could only walk down this road of no return to the very end.

Although the Tang Family and the Jiang family promised to give him the ten-pattern sun relic after half a year.

But Wen Fengyuan himself had no confidence and dared not be sure if they would keep their promise.

However, Wen Fengyuan truly had no other choice; he didn’t want to die, so he could only place his hopes on these Eight Great Families.

As for the Great Xia Dynasty, Wen Fengyuan didn’t even dare to think about it.

He was just an Old fellow with not much time left, barely clinging to life.

Even as the Duke of Rong, he was not qualified to touch the Great Xia Dynasty’s ten-pattern sun relic.

Wen Fengyuan reined in his thoughts, slowly turned around, and directed his gaze towards the tightly closed door.

His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate layers of obstacles, seeing the situation outside.

“That little girl actually turned into a Heaven-Grade eerie, ruining this Old fellow’s plan!”

Wen Fengyuan’s face was full of annoyance as he cursed under his breath.

Immediately, Wen Fengyuan let out a long sigh: “Alas! If my strength hadn’t been damaged, how could a mere Heaven-Grade eerie cause trouble in front of this Old fellow?”

The “little girl” Wen Fengyuan spoke of was Princess Xingyue’s playmate and maid who had been with her since childhood.

No one had ever expected that she would be able to die and be resurrected, transforming into a terrifying Heaven-Grade eerie.

At the same time, she also possessed strength comparable to the Minor Achievement of the God Palace.

What was particularly terrifying was the Yin-nether power surrounding her; the terrifying degree of that sinister evil Qi was almost on par with Primordial Spirit power.

Wen Fengyuan, this severely injured Primordial Spirit Immortal Master, was naturally powerless to eliminate this Heaven-Grade eerie.

He could only barely lead the Wen Family to evacuate from Haoran Prefecture Fu City and settle in Mingxin Prefecture Fu City.

“Right now, I can only hope that those Blackbird Guard won’t detect the true identity of that ghostly thing.”

Wen Fengyuan’s brows were tightly furrowed, his heart filled with worry, unsure who he was about to face.

He chose not to kill Princess Xingyue because he was afraid that someone in the Great Xia Dynasty would be able to detect Princess Xingyue’s abnormality.

“I wonder if it will be the mysterious Lord of the Blackbird Guard who takes action.”

“Or will Zhang Daofeng of the Dao Xu Sect personally come?”

Thinking of these two, Wen Fengyuan couldn’t help but frown tightly; in his heart, these two were like two insurmountable mountains, the existences he most feared.

Ten li outside Haoran Prefecture Fu City, nearly a hundred tents were densely pitched.

Around these tents, figures flickered, and countless shadows moved back and forth.

If one looked closely, one would find that the number of people was as high as over a thousand.

These people were all dressed in Xuan Bird uniforms, and judging by the Rank of the Blackbird Guard uniforms.

Except for the only Heaven-Grade Xuan Bird uniform that was nowhere to be seen, all other Ranks of Blackbird Guard were gathered here.

Among the many tents, in the innermost camp.

Mu Yun and five Blackbird Guard dressed in Earth-Grade Xuan Bird uniforms sat quietly inside the tent.

The six of them had calm expressions, yet subtly revealed a hint of focus, as if they had been holding their breath, waiting for the arrival of an important person.

Just then, a clear and powerful voice suddenly boomed above the tents.

This voice seemed to carry a mysterious power, directly piercing into the ears of every Blackbird Guard.

“Director Mu, follow me to Haoran Prefecture Fu City! Everyone else, wait here!”

Mu Yun in the tent, as soon as he heard this familiar voice, his face instantly lit up with surprise.

Immediately after, his figure moved like lightning, rapidly transforming into a brilliant rainbow, disappearing from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Mu Yun naturally recognized it; it was Lu Xuan’s voice.