Kingdom Building : Development of The Immortal Jiang Dynasty 111-125

Chapter 111: Zhang Lingyan’s Death!

After Zhang Lingyan issued her orders, the elders of the Ghost King Sect standing around her did not immediately act. Instead, they watched Medusa with expressions of schadenfreude, clearly anticipating the trouble she would face.

The most powerful among them, Elder Liu, spoke up with a sly smile. “Young Miss, no need to worry.”

“This is Xuantian. The Murong Clan strictly forbids any fighting or killing within the city. If someone kills, they must pay with their life.”

“Oh, right! I nearly forgot,” Zhang Lingyan replied, her arrogance returning. She glared at Medusa with disdain, her voice dripping with mockery. “You’re done for now!”

Boom, boom, boom!

In the next moment, hundreds of figures descended from the skies above the city center. Among them were numerous Saint Realm experts, including more than a dozen Great Saints. Leading them was a black-robed elder named Murong Zhanyun, a core elder of the Murong Clan and the ultimate authority in Xuantian City. With his cultivation at the peak of the Saint King Realm, his presence alone suppressed the entire scene.

Standing in the air, Murong Zhanyun’s aura spread across the area, silencing the crowd. “Who dares cause trouble here? Do you think the rules of the Murong Clan are a joke?” His voice boomed as his gaze swept over the gathered crowd, his expression stern.

The guards from the City Lord’s Mansion, all elite Saint Realm cultivators, surrounded Medusa and Zhang Lingyan, sealing off any escape routes.

Elder Liu of the Ghost King Sect stepped forward and cupped his hands toward Murong Zhanyun. “Elder Zhanyun, we are from the Ghost King Sect. This is our sect master’s daughter, Miss Zhang Lingyan. The one causing trouble is this woman. She brazenly killed a member of the Ghost King Sect on the street, blatantly defying the rules of the Murong Clan. We request Elder Zhanyun to punish her severely and give us justice!”

Murong Zhanyun’s brows furrowed as he heard Zhang Lingyan’s identity. The fact that she was the Ghost King’s daughter gave him pause.

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice firm. “No matter who causes trouble on the Murong Clan’s territory, they will pay a heavy price!”

His gaze shifted to Medusa, and his voice turned icy. “Was it you who killed a Ghost King Sect elder?”

Medusa, holding the white tiger in her arms, responded calmly, “It was.”

Her fearlessness surprised Murong Zhanyun. His eyes narrowed slightly. “What is your name? Which faction do you belong to?”

“You’re not qualified to know,” Medusa replied, her tone devoid of emotion.

“Impudent!” Murong Zhanyun bellowed, his anger surging. “I am an elder of the Murong Clan! Across the entire sea territory, you are the first to dare claim I am unqualified. Do you know the rules of the Murong Clan?”

“You’ve killed within Xuantian City, breaking our laws. According to our rules, a life for a life!”

The surrounding Ghost King Sect elders smirked, assured of Medusa’s impending doom. Even Zhang Lingyan’s fear turned to smug satisfaction.

Medusa’s expression remained unchanged, her cold and regal demeanor unshaken. “If you want my life, you’d better be prepared to take it.”

Her words were resolute, her confidence unshakable even as the air grew tense.

“Arrogant!” Murong Zhanyun roared. “Take her down!”

At his command, the surrounding Saint Realm experts launched their assault, their combined strength radiating a terrifying Saint pressure.

Suddenly, Medusa’s eyes glowed with a flicker of azure flame. In an instant, a fiery lotus bloomed around her, its flames spreading outward like a tidal wave.

The sheer heat and power of the azure lotus flames sent shockwaves through the street, causing the gathered onlookers to scream and flee in panic.

“Not good! Run, Young Miss!” Elder Liu shouted as he grabbed Zhang Lingyan and flew into the sky. The rest of the Ghost King Sect elders weren’t as lucky. The flames consumed them instantly, leaving only ashes in their wake.

The Murong Clan’s Saint Realm experts didn’t fare much better. Aside from Murong Zhanyun, who narrowly escaped by retreating swiftly, all were incinerated.

“Witch! How dare you kill members of the Murong Clan within Xuantian City! You’re courting death!” Murong Zhanyun roared, his voice trembling with both anger and fear. Realizing the threat she posed, he activated the city’s protective array.

With his peak Saint King Realm cultivation and the array’s power, he was confident he could hold her off long enough for reinforcements from the Murong Clan to arrive.

As Medusa controlled the fiery lotus, Zhang Lingyan and Elder Liu hovered a safe distance away. They were visibly shaken but relieved to have escaped the flames.

“She’s terrifying!” Elder Liu muttered, his face pale.

“Hmph! So what if she’s strong? She’s just a madwoman! Defying the Murong Clan on their territory is a death sentence!” Zhang Lingyan sneered, her confidence bolstered now that she was out of immediate danger.

Medusa leaned close to the white tiger and whispered something in its ear. The tiger’s eyes locked onto Zhang Lingyan. With a single leap, it soared into the air, landing directly in Zhang Lingyan’s arms.

“Miss, be careful!” Elder Liu shouted, preparing to strike.

“What are you doing?” Zhang Lingyan snapped. “Look how adorable this little tiger is! Clearly, it doesn’t want to stay with that woman, so it came to me.”

She stroked the tiger’s head affectionately. “Little tiger, stay with me. I’ll spoil you with the best food and drink every day!”

Elder Liu hesitated, observing that the tiger showed no immediate aggression, and lowered his guard.

Neither of them realized the truth. The seemingly harmless tiger was far more than it appeared. Its strength surpassed even Medusa’s, rivaling that of a Saint Emperor.

As Zhang Lingyan continued petting it, the tiger’s expression shifted. Its body expanded rapidly, transforming into a towering beast over ten meters tall.

Slash!

With a single motion, its gaping maw snapped shut around Zhang Lingyan and Elder Liu, tearing off their heads in one swift bite. Blood sprayed wildly as their headless bodies dropped lifelessly to the ground.

The surrounding onlookers were stunned into silence, their faces pale with terror.

“Wh-what just happened?!”

“That little tiger… it transformed into a beast of unimaginable power! What kind of monster is this?”

“The Ghost King’s daughter is dead… The entire sea territory will be in turmoil after this!”

“Before the marriage alliance even began, this happened. The Murong Clan’s higher-ups will be livid!”

As chaos erupted among the spectators, Medusa stood calmly amidst the devastation.

“Little White, destroy the array!” she commanded.

The white tiger roared, its massive frame exuding an aura of sheer dominance as it prepared to unleash its full power.

Chapter 112 : The White Tiger’s Might!

The white tiger swiped its massive claws, sending waves of beast energy toward the protective barrier of Xuantian City’s defensive array.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The powerful strikes reverberated across the skies, creating deafening explosions. Combined with Medusa’s azure lotus flames, the ferocious assault nearly tore the barrier apart.

“How is this possible?!” Murong Zhanyun exclaimed, trembling with disbelief. “How can this beast possess such terrifying power?!”

Moments earlier, one of the tiger’s strikes had forced him back several steps, leaving his hands nearly numb from the impact. He couldn’t comprehend how the creature could exceed the limits of the Saint King Realm by such a vast margin.

“Once more!” Medusa commanded.

Without giving Murong Zhanyun time to recover, Medusa and the white tiger launched another coordinated attack. Azure flames and a storm of beastly energy converged at a single point on the barrier.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A relentless storm of destruction battered the defensive array. With one final, earth-shattering explosion, the barrier shattered. The shockwave sent Murong Zhanyun hurtling backward, slamming him into a wall. He coughed blood as he fell to the ground.

The array was broken.

“Let’s go!” Medusa shouted, intending to escape with the white tiger.

Just as they prepared to leave, two overwhelming auras descended from opposite directions, sealing off their escape. The suffocating presence of Saint Emperor-level power filled the city, making it difficult for ordinary cultivators to even breathe.

“Hahaha!” Murong Zhanyun, though battered and bleeding, laughed triumphantly. “The Grand Elder and Second Elder have arrived! Witch, there’s no escape for you now!”

“The Murong Clan sent two Saint Emperors!” murmured the onlookers. “She’s doomed.”

From one direction, the Murong Clan’s Grand Elder appeared, clad in an ancient wooden robe. He hovered in front of Medusa and the white tiger, blocking their path with a cold, imperious gaze.

From behind, the Second Elder, armed with a long sword, positioned himself to cut off any retreat.

Medusa’s brows furrowed. The situation had escalated beyond her expectations. While the Second Elder, with his early Saint Emperor cultivation, was manageable for the white tiger, the Grand Elder was a different story.

“After all these years, you are the first to kill someone on the Murong Clan’s territory,” the Grand Elder said coldly, his voice filled with disdain. His aura locked onto Medusa and the white tiger, ensuring no escape.

Just as Medusa and the white tiger found themselves cornered, a shadowy figure appeared in the skies above Xuantian City. The figure radiated a terrifying aura that seemed to engulf half the city. Its imperial presence exuded an unmatched sense of dominance, as though it ruled the heavens and earth.

A pillar of light descended from the figure, enveloping Medusa and the white tiger, shielding them from the oppressive power of the two Saint Emperors.

“Hmph, parlor tricks!” the Second Elder sneered, swinging his sword to unleash a blade of light thousands of meters long. The attack streaked toward the pillar of light, aiming to cut it apart.

Clang!

To everyone’s astonishment, the pillar of light deflected the sword strike effortlessly, leaving no trace of damage.

“What?!” The Second Elder’s face twisted in disbelief. Even the Grand Elder’s expression darkened with caution.

“Who are you?” the Grand Elder demanded, his voice sharp. “Do you think you can save them on the Murong Clan’s territory? You overestimate yourself!”

The shadowy figure’s voice echoed across the city, calm yet commanding. “The woman and the tiger are mine. Your Murong Clan is not qualified to touch them.”

“This Murong Coast belongs to me now. I come and go as I please. What can you do about it?”

The words were laced with overwhelming confidence, sparking rage in the Grand Elder.

“Insolence!” he roared. “Let’s see if you have the strength to back up your words!”

The Grand Elder channeled his power, summoning a radiant sphere of energy that resembled a nebula. It brimmed with the might of a Saint Emperor, swirling ominously above his head before hurtling toward the shadowy figure.

In response, the figure casually raised a colossal palm of light and swatted the attack aside.

Boom!

The clash of powers sent shockwaves rippling across the city. Entire sections of Xuantian City crumbled into rubble, while spectators standing a safe distance away were sent flying by the force.

“Is this the strength of the Murong Clan?” the shadowy figure mocked. “How disappointing.”

Its voice grew colder. “Soon, I’ll pay the Murong Clan a visit myself.”

With that, the figure’s light enveloped Medusa and the white tiger. In an instant, they vanished from the scene, leaving behind no trace of their presence.

The city was left in stunned silence. The destruction and the mysterious figure’s domineering words sent waves of shock through the onlookers.

“Who was that? How could they suppress two Saint Emperors so effortlessly?” whispered one bystander.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. To openly defy the Murong Clan on their own territory… they must be someone extraordinary,” another murmured.

Meanwhile, the Grand Elder hovered in the sky, his expression grim. “Whoever you are, you’ll regret crossing the Murong Clan.”

The incident had not only shaken the city but also sent ripples across the entire sea territory. The mysterious figure’s words carried an unmistakable challenge to one of the most powerful ancient clans.

The Murong Clan would not take this affront lightly.

Chapter 113 : Tremors Across the Territory

The Murong Clan’s Grand Elder extended his soul consciousness, its powerful reach enveloping all of Xuantian City and stretching out to the nearby coastline. Yet, to his astonishment, Medusa and the white tiger seemed to have vanished into thin air. There was no trace of their departure, no residual aura, no tracks, nothing.

“How is this possible?” he muttered, his face dark and expression grim. “Could their escape techniques truly be this extraordinary?”

Hovering in midair, the Grand Elder’s furrowed brows deepened. The situation left him feeling both unsettled and humiliated.

At that moment, Murong Zhanyun and the Second Elder arrived, their faces reflecting a mixture of disbelief and frustration.

“Elders, have they escaped?” Murong Zhanyun asked hesitantly, unable to fully process the unfolding events.

The Grand Elder, his tone severe, demanded, “What exactly happened here? Who are that beast and the woman?”

Murong Zhanyun recounted everything, from the initial confrontation to the devastating battle that followed. When he mentioned the identities of the beheaded corpses—specifically Zhang Lingyan, the Ghost King’s daughter—both Saint Emperor elders visibly stiffened.

“This is a serious problem,” the Second Elder said gravely. “With Zhang Lingyan dead on our territory, the Ghost King and the Yun Clan won’t let this slide easily.”

The Grand Elder scanned the scene below, where countless witnesses had gathered. There was no hiding the truth: Zhang Lingyan’s death was bound to spread.

“Deliver Zhang Lingyan’s body to the Ghost King’s residence. Assure them that the Murong Clan will give them an explanation,” the Grand Elder commanded before turning and departing with the Second Elder.

Murong Zhanyun, left to handle the aftermath, immediately summoned the City Lord’s Mansion staff to clean up the wreckage.

News of the incident spread like wildfire.

In Murong City, the Murong Clan’s main stronghold, a heart-wrenching wail pierced the air.

“Yaner!!! No!!!”

In a lavish courtyard, Yun Lan, the Ghost King’s wife, clutched Zhang Lingyan’s headless corpse, sobbing uncontrollably. Her grief was matched only by the fury radiating from the man standing behind her: Zhang Ying, the Ghost King himself. His black robes billowed as waves of murderous intent surged from his body, his eyes filled with a terrifying, bloodthirsty light.

To have his only daughter, the precious jewel of the Ghost King Sect, brutally killed in such a humiliating manner, on Murong Clan territory no less, was an insult that burned deep.

“Ghost King,” said the Murong Clan’s Second Elder, his expression heavy with regret. “We deeply apologize for this heinous event that occurred on our land. The Murong Clan will provide compensation, and we assure you the culprits will not escape justice.”

“Several of our reclusive elders have already been summoned to investigate this matter thoroughly. We will uncover the truth soon,” he continued. “We hope that you and Madam Yun can accept our condolences. Death is inevitable, and it’s best to find peace with it.”

“Condolences?” Yun Lan spat, her voice hoarse from grief. “How dare you speak so lightly of this! If it were one of your Murong Clan’s own, would you say the same?!”

Her words were sharp and accusatory, her emotions driving her to lash out at the Second Elder.

The elder’s face darkened. “Yun Lan, your words are inappropriate. Even your brother wouldn’t dare insult the Murong Clan. You would do well to remember: The ancient clans are not to be disrespected.”

Sensing the growing tension, Zhang Ying stepped forward and placed a hand on Yun Lan’s shoulder. “Elder Heng, forgive my wife. Her grief has clouded her judgment.”

“She speaks out of turn only because Yan’s death was too tragic to bear.”

The Second Elder softened slightly at Zhang Ying’s words. “Understandable. The fault lies partly with our clan for failing to prevent this. Rest assured, the Murong Clan will resolve this matter and give you the justice you deserve.”

“Thank you,” Zhang Ying said curtly, his tone measured.

As the elder departed, Zhang Ying turned his gaze back to Zhang Lingyan’s corpse. His eyes burned with rage, flickering with dark energy born of his seething emotions.

Jiang HuanYu had successfully rescued Medusa and the white tiger, bringing them into the safety of the Void Realm. This was the reason why the Murong Clan’s Grand Elder had been unable to track them, there were no traces left to find.

In the courtyard of the Void Realm, Jiang HuanYu stood before Medusa and the white tiger, his expression one of exasperation.

“Medusa, what happened?” he asked, rubbing his temples. “You were just supposed to take the tiger for a stroll. How did it escalate to this?”

Medusa, her expression tinged with frustration, recounted the series of events leading to their clash with the Murong Clan. Meanwhile, the white tiger had shrunk back into its smaller, cuter form. It waved its tiny paws energetically, seeming quite pleased with itself, as if to say, Look how popular I am!

Jiang HuanYu sighed deeply, his face twitching. “Is this… some kind of protagonist halo? How does a simple outing turn into this kind of mess?”

The chaos had derailed his carefully crafted plans. The commotion had not only alerted the Murong Clan’s Saint Emperor powerhouses but also thrown the entire city into turmoil.

“It’s not your fault,” Jiang HuanYu finally said, shaking his head. “Zhang Lingyan brought this on herself. You’re not to blame.”

Medusa nodded, though her frustration lingered. “But now that things have escalated, the Murong Clan will surely tighten their defenses. They may even deploy more Saint Emperor experts to investigate. What should we do next?”

Jiang HuanYu contemplated for a moment before responding. “For now, we stick to the plan. I’ll meet with Murong Xue first and reassess the situation from there.”

Having already received confirmation of their midnight rendezvous at Ghost Seal Cliff, Jiang HuanYu knew that securing Murong Xue’s cooperation was key. Once he had her on his side, everything else would fall into place.

Chapter 114 : The Overwhelming Power of Wan Jian Shen!

The events in Xuantian City spread rapidly within half a day. Due to the Murong and Ye Clans’ impending marriage alliance, the Murong Coast was teeming with powerful figures from across the sea territories, sect leaders, sovereigns, and experts from various holy lands.

When news broke that the Ghost King’s daughter, Zhang Lingyan, had been killed and that the culprits had escaped from Xuantian City unscathed, it caused a massive uproar. The audacity of challenging the Murong Clan on their home turf was seen as a direct slap to their face.

In a quiet courtyard in Murong City, Ling Jiuyuan, the Grand Elder of the Eastern Ancient Sacred Land, sipped tea with Luo Jiutian, the Holy Lord of the Ice Cloud Sacred Dynasty, and a group of other high-ranking figures.

“I never thought anyone would dare provoke the Murong Clan here on the Murong Coast,” Luo Jiutian said leisurely, swirling his teacup. “The boldness of it all is truly astonishing.”

“I’ve heard that a powerful individual intervened to rescue a woman and a beast,” Ling Jiuyuan said. “Even Murong Heng and Murong Bo failed to stop them, allowing them to escape unscathed. This speaks volumes about the individual’s strength.”

“Murong Heng is no ordinary figure,” Luo Jiutian mused. “As the Grand Elder of the Murong Clan, his cultivation is at least at the third level of the Saint Emperor Realm. Escaping from him is no small feat.”

“Could it be an enemy of the Murong Clan, choosing the timing of the marriage alliance to tarnish their reputation?” Luo Jiutian speculated.

Ling Jiuyuan chuckled softly. “Who knows? But I’ve heard that the Murong Clan has already begun a full-scale investigation, with assistance from the Ye and Yun Clans. No matter how strong this individual is, they won’t stay hidden for long if the three great clans work together.”

Luo Jiutian smirked. “Perhaps. By the way, Jiuyuan, I heard that your sacred land recently lost one of its guardian elders. What happened?”

Ling Jiuyuan’s expression darkened slightly. “You’re well-informed, Lord Luo. Yes, Elder Feng met with an unfortunate fate. But rest assured, once matters here are settled, the culprit will pay dearly.”

“Understandable,” Luo Jiutian said diplomatically. “A pity Yang Kai couldn’t attend this time. I would have liked to share a drink with him.”

Ling Jiuyuan laughed heartily. “Yang Kai is in closed-door cultivation. Rest assured, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.”

Luo Jiutian raised an eyebrow. “If I’m not mistaken, when he emerges, his cultivation will have taken a significant leap, no?”

Ling Jiuyuan smiled but offered no direct response, which in itself was telling.

“Impressive,” Luo Jiutian remarked. “I’ll toast to that, then.” The two raised their teacups, their laughter mingling in the courtyard.

In the grand hall of the Cloud Sea Sacred Sect, tension hung thick in the air. The sect’s high-ranking members stood trembling, their heads bowed in fear. Even the Second Elder and the Grand Protector were visibly pale, their gazes darting nervously toward the two figures in the center of the hall.

One of them was Zuo Xuanqi, whose relaxed demeanor and faint smile seemed harmless enough. But standing beside him, the Master Wan Jian Shen exuded a cold, terrifying aura, his straight posture radiating the oppressive might of a Saint Emperor.

“Two esteemed guests,” the Grand Protector stammered, his voice shaky. “To what do we owe the honor of your visit?”

They feared not Zuo Xuanqi but the overwhelming presence of the Master Wan Jian Shen, whose every breath seemed to carry lethal intent.

“No need to be nervous,” Zuo Xuanqi said casually. “We’re here for something simple. Hand over the Hundred Law Dao Fruit, and we’ll leave immediately.”

Having experienced setbacks in the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts, Zuo Xuanqi had grown impatient. With the Master Wan Jian Shen by his side, he saw no need for negotiation.

“Let’s skip the formalities,” he thought. “If they resist, we’ll take it by force.”

“The Hundred Law Dao Fruit?” the Second Elder murmured, his expression shifting as he exchanged a nervous glance with the Grand Protector.

“Esteemed guests,” the Second Elder said cautiously, “your timing is unfortunate. The Dao Fruit is with our Sect Master, who has gone to Murong Coast for the marriage alliance. Perhaps you could return at a later time?”

Swish!

Before the words settled, a streak of sword energy cleaved through the air, decapitating a Saint King Realm elder.

“Ahh!!” The hall erupted in gasps of horror as blood sprayed across the floor. The faces of the Cloud Sea Sacred Sect’s members turned ashen.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” the Master Wan Jian Shen said coldly, his voice like a blade cutting through the silence. “Hand over the Dao Fruit, or the Ice Cloud Sacred Sect will cease to exist.”

“Please, we’re telling the truth!” the Second Elder cried, trembling. “Our Sect Master took the Dao Fruit with him. It’s not here!”

Slash! Slash!

Two more Saint King Realm elders fell, their lives extinguished in an instant. The remaining members of the Cloud Sea Sacred Sect were paralyzed with fear, their hearts sinking as their losses mounted.

The Second Elder’s voice cracked as he stammered, “W-we truly don’t have it…”

“I gave you a chance,” the Master Wan Jian Shen said, his voice devoid of emotion. His sword rose slowly, its aura gathering into a swirling storm of devastating intent. The overwhelming pressure threatened to annihilate the entire sect.

“Wait!” the Second Elder screamed in desperation. “I’ll give it to you! I’ll give you what you want!”

Realizing there was no other option, the Second Elder capitulated, his spirit crushed under the weight of the master Wan Jian Shen’ ruthless dominance.

Chapter 115 : Meeting Murong Xue

The Second Elder of Cloud Sea Sacred Sect, though reluctant, ordered someone to retrieve the Hundred Law Dao Fruit from their treasury. Handing it over was not an easy decision, as it was a critical resource for their Sect Master to ascend to the Saint Emperor Realm. Yet, with their lives on the line, there was no other choice.

With a heavy heart, the Second Elder presented the Dao Fruit to Zuo Xuanqi.

Zuo Xuanqi inspected it carefully, his expression lighting up with satisfaction as he confirmed its authenticity. Storing it in his spatial ring, he said with a grin, “Everything checks out. Let’s leave.”

The Master of Ten Thousand Swords nodded and sheathed his blade, preparing to depart.

“Wait,” the Second Elder called out nervously. “May I know the names of the esteemed individuals who visited us today? It would be good to know whom we have had the honor of hosting.”

Zuo Xuanqi turned back with a smirk. “What’s this? Thinking of revenge?”

Before the elder could stammer a reply, Zuo Xuanqi continued, “No matter. I’ll tell you anyway. If you want revenge, come find us.”

“We are from the Jiang Dynasty,” he said, his voice confident and provocative. “Soon, that name will echo across the sea territories!”

With that, Zuo Xuanqi and the Master of Ten Thousand Swords transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the horizon.

“Jiang Dynasty…” The Second Elder muttered as the Cloud Sea Sacred Sect members collectively exhaled in relief. The sheer tension of the encounter had left them feeling as though they had survived a calamity.

“What now?” a pale-faced elder asked. “The Dao Fruit is gone. When the Sect Master returns, we’ll face his wrath!”

“What else can we do?!” the Second Elder barked. “They were Saint Emperors! Refusing them would have been our end!”

After calming down, he added grimly, “Send word to the Sect Master. Let him decide the next steps. For now, there’s nothing we can do.”

Under the cover of darkness, Murong Xue arrived at Ghost Seal Cliff. The wind howled through the eerie silence, amplifying the isolation of the location. Her icy gaze scanned her surroundings, searching for the one who had summoned her.

“Miss Murong, you’re quite punctual,” came a voice from the shadows. “Right at midnight, not a moment early or late.”

A figure stepped out from the darkness—it was Jiang HuanYu. His sharp features and regal bearing immediately caught Murong Xue’s attention.

Even for someone of her caliber, his appearance was striking. So, this is the man who dared summon me, she thought. His aura was unreadable, his cultivation an enigma even to her discerning senses.

“You must be the master of the shadow guard,” Murong Xue said coolly, her brows knitting slightly. “You summoned me?”

Jiang HuanYu chuckled. “Indeed, it was I. And may I say, the flowers I sent you pale in comparison to your beauty.”

“Enough with the pleasantries,” Murong Xue interrupted, her tone sharp. “Tell me how you know my identity.”

Jiang HuanYu’s smile deepened. “Ah, your reincarnation as the Ice and Snow Empress? That’s a secret I reserve for those who share my pillow.”

Her brows furrowed in irritation. “If you won’t answer, then tell me your purpose. Why did you call me here, and what do you mean by ‘helping me’?”

Jiang HuanYu’s tone turned serious. “It’s simple. I know you don’t want to marry Ye Chen. I can help you break this marriage alliance.”

Murong Xue let out a cold laugh. “You say that as though it’s easy. Breaking an alliance between two ancient clans? Do you think the Saint Emperors of the Murong and Ye Clans are mere decorations?”

“If it were so simple, I wouldn’t be here, troubled by this predicament.”

Jiang HuanYu, unfazed, responded calmly, “To me, the Saint Emperors of the ancient clans are little more than statues.”

He continued with a confident smile, “I entered Xuantian City, shattered its defensive array, and left unscathed with my people while your Saint Emperors could only watch.”

Murong Xue’s expression darkened. “It was you?! The one who killed Zhang Lingyan and rescued those two—it was you?”

The entire Murong Clan had been on high alert after the incident in Xuantian City. Murong Xue had heard the reports but never imagined the culprit was the very man standing before her now.

“Indeed, it was me,” Jiang HuanYu admitted. “Now, do you believe I can help you break the marriage alliance?”

Murong Xue paused, her mind racing. This man had not only defied the Murong Clan but also escaped their grasp with ease. His boldness and power were undeniable.

“If you help me, what’s the price?” she asked warily. “Don’t tell me you’re doing this out of kindness. I don’t believe in free favors.”

Jiang HuanYu smiled, his eyes locking onto hers. “My price is simple. I’ll destroy the marriage alliance, and in return, you’ll become my woman. I’ll help you regain your past life’s strength and once again stand at the pinnacle of the world.”

Murong Xue’s eyes narrowed as she assessed the man before her, her thoughts tangled with skepticism, intrigue, and a sliver of something unfamiliar; curiosity.

Chapter 116 : Negotiations with Murong Xue

Murong Xue’s face darkened upon hearing Jiang HuanYu’s condition. “You’re a toad lusting after a swan! Do you even know your place?”

Without waiting for his response, she turned sharply on her heel, intending to leave.

Suddenly, a holy light enveloped her, freezing her in place. Her expression soured as she realized she couldn’t move.

Jiang HuanYu walked toward her calmly, and in one swift motion, pulled her into his arms.

“Let go of me!” Murong Xue shouted furiously, her voice trembling with rage. “Scoundrel! If you dare humiliate me, I’ll drag you to the grave with me!”

“Shh…” Jiang HuanYu whispered. “No need for such dramatics. I’m taking you somewhere.”

Ignoring her protests, he held her tightly. In the next moment, both of them vanished from Ghost Seal Cliff.

When they reappeared, they were standing in a serene courtyard within the Void Realm’s imperial palace. The sudden change in environment unsettled Murong Xue, who looked around warily.

“Release me! Where have you taken me?!” she demanded, her eyes filled with suspicion.

Jiang HuanYu let her go and casually sat on a nearby chair, gesturing at the surroundings with a smile. “This is my domain, my world.”

Murong Xue’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t lower her guard but surveyed the area with even more caution.

“Since you refused to listen to reason,” Jiang HuanYu continued, “I’ve brought someone to talk sense into you. An old acquaintance.”

He waved his hand, and moments later, a familiar figure walked into the courtyard, Xiao Qingli.

Murong Xue’s eyes widened in shock. “Xiao Qingli?! How are you alive?!”

“What are you doing here?!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Xiao Qingli responded with a faint smile. “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, Murong Xue? Never did I think our reunion would be under such circumstances.”

She paused briefly before adding coldly, “Unfortunately, the gap between us now is insurmountable. You no longer qualify to be my rival.”

To emphasize her point, Xiao Qingli released a sliver of her Saint Emperor aura, making Murong Xue’s face pale with disbelief.

“How is this possible?” Murong Xue murmured, shaken to her core. “Your cultivation… How could it advance so quickly?”

Murong Xue had always prided herself on her rapid progress. As the Murong Clan’s eldest daughter, she was already at the peak of the Heavenly Realm, just half a step away from entering the Saint Realm. Yet Xiao Qingli had already surpassed her, becoming a Saint Emperor. The disparity was too vast.

“This is all thanks to him,” Xiao Qingli said, walking to Jiang HuanYu’s side. She let him pull her onto his lap, leaning against him with ease. “Without him, I wouldn’t have achieved this so quickly.”

Murong Xue’s face twisted with both shock and derision. “You, Xiao Qingli, once the proud Nine Nether Empress, have lowered yourself to serve a mere man from the lower realms? Laughable! You’ve lost all the dignity and arrogance of an empress.”

Xiao Qingli’s expression remained calm. “I once thought as you do. I believed he wasn’t worth my time or attention. But I was wrong.”

She continued, “You see, Murong Xue, this man isn’t ordinary. The very ground you stand on, this so-called ‘lower realm,’ houses a legendary secret realm. And he -this man you scorn- is its master.”

Murong Xue froze, her disbelief evident. “A legendary secret realm? That’s impossible. Even in the higher realms, such places are rare beyond imagination.”

Jiang HuanYu, who had remained silent, finally spoke. “With me, nothing is impossible.”

With a casual wave of his hand, the Void Realm’s origin energy surged around them like a tidal wave. The sheer power radiating from it caused the air to tremble. The overwhelming force could crush all laws, surpassing even the capabilities of supreme emperors.

Murong Xue’s face turned ashen. Even in her prime as the Ice and Snow Empress, she wouldn’t have been able to contend with such raw, unyielding power.

“This… This truly is a legendary secret realm…” she murmured, her voice shaking. Jiang HuanYu’s demonstration had left no room for doubt—he was the realm’s absolute master.

Jiang HuanYu’s tone softened as he addressed her. “Murong Xue, think carefully. My offer is genuine. Becoming my woman isn’t a humiliation, it’s an honor.”

“Consider the weight of this legendary secret realm,” he added. “Does it not outweigh even your past glory as an empress? Think on this, and choose wisely. Time is running out. The marriage alliance is set to take place in eight days.”

Jiang HuanYu rose to leave, Xiao Qingli still in his arms. But just as he turned, Murong Xue’s voice rang out.

“Wait!”

Jiang HuanYu stopped, glancing back with mild surprise. “You’ve made your decision already? That was quick.”

Murong Xue nodded firmly. “I have.”

“Then tell me your choice.”

Murong Xue took a deep breath, her gaze flickering between Jiang HuanYu and Xiao Qingli. “I trust Xiao Qingli’s judgment. If she believes in you, then I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.”

“I’ll be your woman,” she said, her voice steady. “But I have two conditions.”

Jiang HuanYu raised an eyebrow, suppressing a sigh. Why do all these reincarnated empresses come with conditions?

“Let’s hear them,” he said, keeping his tone even.

“First,” Murong Xue began, “whatever feud you have with the Murong Clan, I want it resolved peacefully. I don’t want you to escalate it into an irreparable conflict.”

Jiang HuanYu’s gaze hardened slightly. “Continue.”

“Second,” she continued, “I want you to kill the Nine Shadows Moon-Walking Elephant and retrieve its demon core for me.”

Jiang HuanYu’s expression remained neutral. “Anything else?”

Murong Xue shook her head. “No, just these two conditions.”

Jiang HuanYu fell silent, his mind churning. He wasn’t thrilled with the conditions, but he couldn’t deny that her agreement, even with stipulations, was a step forward.

“Very well,” he said at last. “I’ll consider your terms.”

Chapter 117 : Jiang HuanYu’s Authority and Murong Xue’s Inner Struggle

“Fine.” Jiang HuanYu’s voice was calm but resolute. “Let me give you my answer now.”

“I can agree to your second condition,” he said without hesitation. “But your first? Impossible.”

Murong Xue’s face darkened. “Why not?”

Jiang HuanYu’s gaze sharpened. “I have my principles. For peace, one side must bow. If the Murong Clan wishes for harmony, they must lower their heads. That is the greatest concession I will ever make.”

His tone brooked no argument, and the air around him seemed to grow heavier. “Expecting me or the Jiang Dynasty to submit? Not even the greatest emperor could make that happen, let alone a single ancient clan.”

Murong Xue’s lips tightened. “You don’t understand. This isn’t just about pride or power. The Murong Clan is my family. My father is its patriarch. How can I stand by and see them crushed?”

“If a person abandons their feelings for their family, are they even human?” she continued, her voice trembling with both frustration and conviction. “If you want me as your woman, can’t you make peace with my clan for my sake?”

Her words revealed the conflict within her. On one hand, she recognized Jiang HuanYu’s power and potential. On the other, her loyalty to her family made it impossible for her to ignore the growing enmity between them.

Jiang HuanYu’s eyes bore into her, unyielding. He let the silence stretch before speaking. “Murong Xue, it seems you’ve forgotten your place.”

His voice remained steady but carried a sharp edge. “It is true I wish to make you my consort, but don’t mistake that for dependence. I will not beg, and I will not grovel.”

“You stand with the Murong Clan, ,that is your choice. But expecting me to bow to them is a fantasy.”

His tone turned colder. “You have eight days. On the day of the marriage alliance, I will come to the Murong Clan. You will have one chance to make your decision.”

“If you refuse, and conflict erupts between me and the Murong Clan, I promise you this: I will not show mercy.”

With that, Jiang HuanYu gestured, releasing the binding light that held Murong Xue. Without another word, he vanished into the depths of the Void Realm.

Left behind with Xiao Qingli, Murong Xue’s expression was stormy. Her emotions churned as she tried to reconcile Jiang HuanYu’s dominance with her own sense of duty to her family.

“Surprised?” Xiao Qingli’s voice broke the silence. She observed Murong Xue with an air of familiarity, not mockery but a faint trace of understanding. “Didn’t expect things to fall apart so quickly?”

Murong Xue glared at her. “Why? My request wasn’t unreasonable! Why did he react so strongly?”

Xiao Qingli sighed, shaking her head. “Neither of you are wrong. He is a ruler who will never kneel, and you are loyal to your family. The issue wasn’t your request, it was your tone.”

Murong Xue frowned. “What do you mean?”

“He’s the kind of man who responds to softness, not force. But you came at him with strength, almost like you were issuing a demand,” Xiao Qingli explained. “Then, when you said, ‘for my sake,’ it sounded like you were using yourself as a bargaining chip to force his hand.”

“That kind of approach only backfired.”

Murong Xue replayed the conversation in her mind. She remembered Jiang HuanYu’s shift in expression, it had happened exactly as Xiao Qingli described. Her words had sounded too forceful, too demanding.

“But I’m not the kind of woman who can grovel or beg,” Murong Xue said stiffly. “I can’t act soft or coquettish, it’s not in my nature.”

Xiao Qingli’s expression grew serious. “You might not have to change your personality, but you do need to recognize your current position.”

“Eight days from now, you’re scheduled to marry Ye Chen. Do you agree to this marriage, or do you oppose it? And if you oppose it, what’s your alternative?”

She let the questions linger before continuing. “Understand this: the Murong Clan’s foundation cannot compare to his. Now that there’s bad blood between him and your family, he won’t let it go. If the Murong Clan doesn’t yield, he will crush them.”

“Jiang HuanYu values his dignity and the reputation of his dynasty above all else. He won’t tolerate being slighted. If necessary, he will destroy the Murong Clan to prove his point.”

Xiao Qingli’s voice softened. “If you truly want to resolve the situation, my advice is simple: become his woman. He treats his consorts well. Once you’ve established a deeper connection with him, you might find a way to ease the tension between him and your family.”

Murong Xue fell silent, her thoughts in turmoil. Xiao Qingli’s words were harsh but undeniable. Jiang HuanYu’s strength was far beyond what the Murong Clan could handle, and her own position was precarious. She wasn’t the Ice and Snow Empress of her past life anymore. She couldn’t afford to cling to her pride.

Finally, after a long pause, she said quietly, “Take me back. I need time to think.”

Xiao Qingli nodded and waved her hand, activating a portal that sent Murong Xue out of the Void Realm.

After sending Murong Xue away, Xiao Qingli returned to her chambers. To her surprise, Jiang HuanYu was already there, waiting.

“You didn’t seem pleased with how things went,” Xiao Qingli observed, closing the door behind her.

Jiang HuanYu leaned against the window, gazing into the distance. “She’s stubborn, like you were. But I see potential.”

Xiao Qingli chuckled softly. “You’re drawn to challenges, aren’t you?”

Jiang HuanYu smirked. “Perhaps. But I prefer solutions that don’t involve unnecessary bloodshed.”

Xiao Qingli sat beside him, her voice gentle. “She’s not unreasonable. Give her time. If anyone can break through her walls, it’s you.”

Chapter 118 : Training and Strategy

In the royal palace of the Void Realm, Jiang HuanYu lounged on his throne as Xiao Qingli entered. He wasted no time addressing her.

“How did it go?” he asked, referring to her conversation with Murong Xue.

Xiao Qingli took a seat, her expression thoughtful. “She said she would think about it seriously. To be fair, her dilemma is understandable. You’re asking her to choose between you and her family, neither option is easy for her.”

Jiang HuanYu nodded. “I understand her difficulty, but she needs a reality check. She is no longer the Ice and Snow Empress. She lacks the power to influence the tide. Her only choice is to align herself with the stronger side.”

Xiao Qingli raised an eyebrow. “And if she doesn’t? Are you truly willing to annihilate the Murong Clan?”

Jiang HuanYu’s expression turned cold. “Whether the Murong Clan survives or falls is up to her. I’ve given her an opportunity. What she chooses to do with it is her decision.”

Xiao Qingli sighed. She knew Jiang HuanYu’s temperament well enough to understand he wasn’t bluffing. The fate of the Murong Clan hinged on Murong Xue’s decision.

The next day, Jiang HuanYu convened his trusted generals and advisors in the Void Realm’s council hall. Left-hand Chancellor Zuo Xuanqi and the Master of Ten Thousand Swords, Wan Jian Shen, stood before him, having returned triumphantly from Ice Cloud Sacred Sect with the Hundred Law Dao Fruit. Alongside them were Iron Commander Tie Poyun, the Arrow God, and the formidable duo of Feipeng and Chonglou.

Jiang HuanYu held the Dao Fruit in his hand, his expression thoughtful. After storing it, he addressed his assembled commanders.

“Gentlemen, our goal remains the same: to unify the sea territories under the Jiang Dynasty. Originally, I planned to act after the Murong-Ye alliance. However, recent events have accelerated our timeline.”

He turned to Tie Poyun, Feipeng, and Chonglou. “I am dispatching three million troops, along with fifty Divine Shadow Guards and fifty Golden Armor Guards. Your task is to take control of the Outer Sea with the utmost speed. Will you accomplish this?”

Tie Poyun rose, his voice ringing with confidence. “Your Majesty, rest assured. We will not fail you.”

Feipeng and Chonglou echoed his sentiment, their determination clear. The Outer Sea’s strongest factions—Watersky Pavilion and Blue Sea Pavilion—were no match for the force Jiang HuanYu was deploying. Even if factions from the Inner Sea intervened, they would face an uphill battle.

Jiang HuanYu’s strategy was clear: dominate swiftly and decisively, leaving no room for resistance.

“Good,” he said, his voice firm. “I will open the paths for you. Remember the principles of the Jiang Dynasty: those who surrender will be treated fairly. Those who resist—”

He paused, his gaze cold as steel. “Kill them without hesitation.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” the generals responded in unison before departing to prepare for the campaign.

Jiang HuanYu turned to Zuo Xuanqi and Wan Jian Shen. “Zuo Xuanqi, send word to the Heavenly Feather King to return.”

Zuo Xuanqi hesitated before speaking. “Your Majesty, the Heavenly Feather King has uncovered a secret in the Blood King Sect. He has requested more time to investigate.”

“Blood King Sect?” Jiang HuanYu’s interest was piqued. “Who are they aligned with?”

“They are one of the three major king sects in the sea territories, alongside the Ghost King Sect and the Evil King Sect,” Zuo Xuanqi explained. “The Blood King, Yao Lieshan, is their leader, and he has already arrived at Murong Harbor for the alliance ceremony.”

Jiang HuanYu nodded thoughtfully. “Interesting. Let him continue his investigation. I want to know the nature of this secret. If he needs assistance, provide it immediately.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Zuo Xuanqi replied.

That evening, Jiang HuanYu called his consorts to a private hall within the Void Realm. Xiao Qingli, Medusa, Su Baijie, Qian Xinrou, and Han Wanxiang all gathered at his behest.

Seated comfortably with a playful smile, Jiang HuanYu addressed them. “Tonight, my dear consorts, I have decided to teach you some invaluable lessons.”

His tone was teasing, but there was an underlying warmth in his words. The women exchanged glances, sensing the lighthearted mischief in his demeanor.

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As Jiang HuanYu basked in the serenity of his realm, news arrived from Murong Harbor.

A massive ship, adorned with the insignia of the Ye Clan, docked at the harbor. The clan’s delegation, led by their young master Ye Chen, had arrived.

The Murong Clan’s preparations for the alliance ceremony were now in full swing, and the atmosphere was charged with anticipation, and tension.

The stage was set, but the key players had yet to make their moves.

Chapter 119 : The Gathering of the Ancient Clans

Murong City: The Heart of Murong Harbor

Murong City, the grand capital of the Murong Clan, was abuzz with activity. With only five days remaining until the highly anticipated alliance ceremony, the city bustled with prominent figures from across the sea territories. Among them were the leaders of the Three King Sects—the Blood King, Ghost King, and Evil King—alongside figures like Luo Jiutian, the Lord of the Ice Cloud Sacred Dynasty, and Ling Jiuyuan, the Grand Elder of the Eastern Ancient Sacred Land.

Amid this charged atmosphere, the Murong Clan’s sprawling palace complex hosted intense deliberations. Within the grand hall, the Murong Clan’s leadership convened to discuss the pressing matters at hand.

The hall was filled with tension. Present were Murong Heng and Murong Bo, the Second and First Elders of the clan, both Saint Emperor-level powerhouses. Alongside them sat Murong Xiu and Murong Ming, two of the Murong Clan’s revered “Ancient Elders,” symbols of the clan’s profound heritage.

Presiding over the meeting was the clan patriarch, Murong Jiuxing, a burly middle-aged man whose imposing aura spoke of unparalleled authority. His expression was stormy.

“It’s been days,” Murong Jiuxing growled, his gaze fixed on the two Ancient Elders. “And yet, we have no leads? Not even a trace?”

Murong Xiu’s expression darkened. “Clan Leader, we’ve scoured the entire Murong Harbor, extending our search to the surrounding Inner Sea regions. Yet, it’s as if the perpetrators vanished into thin air. Our informants have turned up nothing, even in the depths of the Inner and Outer Seas.”

Murong Jiuxing’s eyes narrowed. “A woman and a beast, gone without a trace? Ridiculous! Our inability to uncover their whereabouts makes a mockery of the Murong Clan.”

Murong Bo interjected, his voice measured but firm. “Clan Leader, I witnessed their capabilities firsthand. The man who intervened possesses concealment techniques beyond anything we’ve encountered. Their disappearance is not due to negligence.”

Murong Jiuxing clenched his fists, his frustration mounting. The gravity of the situation was clear. The attack on their territory, coupled with their inability to respond decisively, cast a shadow over the Murong Clan’s authority.

At that moment, a Saint King-level elder entered the hall and bowed. “Clan Leader, the delegation from the Ye Clan has arrived.”

Murong Jiuxing’s stern features softened slightly. “Bring them in.”

Shortly after, a procession of Ye Clan members entered the hall. Leading them were Ye Wentian, the Ye Clan patriarch, and Ye Ming, the Grand Elder. Beside them walked Ye Chen, the young master of the Ye Clan and Murong Xue’s betrothed.

“Brother Jiuxing,” Ye Wentian greeted warmly, bowing slightly. “Young Master Ye Chen greets the esteemed elders of the Murong Clan, and pays respects to my future father-in-law.”

Ye Chen’s demeanor was flawless, exuding the charm and politeness of a model gentleman.

Murong Jiuxing’s expression eased, and he gestured for them to be seated. “Nephew Ye Chen, no need for such formality. Come, sit.”

As Ye Chen took his seat, Murong Jiuxing silently acknowledged that Ye Chen was a worthy match for his daughter. The young man’s poise, talent, and reputation made him a standout among the younger generation.

Ye Wentian noted the somber atmosphere in the hall and asked, “Brother Jiuxing, you seem troubled. Is it the matter of the recent incident in Murong Harbor?”

Murong Jiuxing nodded heavily. “Indeed. The brazen attack in our territory has become a thorn in my side. Despite our best efforts, we’ve yet to uncover the culprits. The longer this drags on, the more it tarnishes the Murong Clan’s name.”

Ye Wentian frowned thoughtfully. “Could this event be more than a random act? Might it be a calculated attempt to weaken the Murong Clan ahead of the alliance?”

Murong Jiuxing’s gaze turned contemplative. “It’s possible, but we’ve found no evidence pointing to any particular faction.”

The elders of the Murong Clan exchanged uneasy glances, each silently considering the ramifications of such a theory.

Ye Chen broke the silence. “Father-in-law,” he said, his tone respectful yet confident. “If the culprits remain elusive, their actions will undoubtedly embolden your enemies. However, I have a suggestion that may mitigate the damage to the Murong Clan’s reputation.”

Murong Jiuxing raised an eyebrow. “Speak, Nephew Ye Chen.”

Ye Chen leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with intelligence. “While it may not lead directly to the culprits, a display of strength could serve as a deterrent. Organize a public demonstration of the combined power of the Murong and Ye Clans, a joint initiative showcasing the alliance’s strength. Invite the leaders of the prominent factions present at Murong Harbor to witness it.”

He paused, letting his words sink in. “Such a display would not only reaffirm the Murong Clan’s dominance but also make it clear that any further provocations will be met with overwhelming force.”

The hall fell silent as the elders mulled over Ye Chen’s suggestion.

Murong Jiuxing’s expression softened slightly as he considered the proposal. “A public demonstration…”

Murong Xiu nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a sound strategy. Even if we can’t find the culprits immediately, showing our combined strength will dissuade others from taking advantage of the situation.”

Ye Wentian smiled approvingly. “A wise move, Brother Jiuxing. It will send a clear message to the entire sea territories.”

After a moment of reflection, Murong Jiuxing stood. “Very well. We shall prepare for this demonstration. Nephew Ye Chen, you will assist in its organization.”

Ye Chen rose and bowed. “It would be my honor.”

As the meeting concluded and the Ye Clan members departed, Murong Jiuxing lingered in the hall with his most trusted advisors.

“This alliance is critical to the Murong Clan’s future,” he said gravely. “We cannot afford any missteps. Ensure that every aspect of the demonstration is flawless, and continue the search for the culprits.”

The elders nodded solemnly. Unbeknownst to them, Jiang HuanYu’s forces were already setting the stage for a dramatic interruption that would overshadow even the grandest of displays.

Chapter 120 : Ye Chen’s Dark Intentions

After hearing Ye Chen’s proposal, the elders of the Murong Clan turned their gazes toward him.

Murong Jiuxing, the clan head, nodded and said, “Speak.”

Ye Chen smiled faintly and replied, “Here is my suggestion: If we are unable to locate the culprit in a short time, it is likely that the individual deliberately targeted the Murong Clan and does not wish to be caught. We can release a public statement claiming that the culprit was gravely injured by Murong Clan experts and does not have long to live.”

“This statement is a temporary measure to maintain the Murong Clan’s reputation. For the long term, after the alliance ceremony, the Murong Clan and the Ye Clan can each dispatch Saint Emperor-level experts to form a hunting party. Together, we will thoroughly investigate the incident in Xuantian City and turn the false claim into a reality.”

Ye Chen looked toward the gathered elders and clan head. “What do you all think of this plan?”

The room fell silent as the Murong Clan members mulled over Ye Chen’s plan.

Murong Jiuxing furrowed his brow. “This plan… While not ideal, it does provide a temporary solution. If we cannot resolve the matter before the alliance ceremony, this approach may be our best option. After the ceremony, we will have the Ye Clan’s full support in uncovering the truth. What do the others think?”

Murong Bo, the Grand Elder, nodded gravely. “It is a reasonable suggestion. However, we must also address the matter of the Ghost King Sect and the Yun Clan.”

Ye Chen responded quickly, “If the Murong Clan agrees to this plan, leave the Ghost King Sect and Yun Clan to us. Father, would you agree?”

Ye Wentian, the Ye Clan patriarch, nodded confidently. “I can handle the Yun Clan. Their leader, Yun Qianxing, owes me a favor. As for the Ghost King Sect, we can offer significant compensation to keep them quiet.”

Murong Jiuxing’s expression softened. “If the Ye Clan is willing to take on this burden, I must thank you on behalf of the Murong Clan.”

Ye Wentian waved a hand dismissively. “There’s no need for thanks, Jiuxing. Soon, our two clans will be united by marriage. Supporting each other is only natural.”

“Indeed,” Ye Chen chimed in. “Snow will soon be my wife, and the Ye Clan will treat the Murong Clan’s challenges as our own.”

Murong Jiuxing laughed heartily. “Excellent! Grand Elder, spread the message as Ye Chen suggested. Second Elder, arrange a banquet to welcome our esteemed guests from the Ye Clan.”

“Yes, Clan Head!” the two elders responded and promptly left to carry out their tasks.

“Father-in-law,” Ye Chen said, his tone respectful, “I’ve been thinking of Snow throughout my journey. May I visit her before the banquet?”

“Of course,” Murong Jiuxing replied. “She’s in her chambers.”

“Thank you, Father-in-law.” Ye Chen bowed and left for Murong Xue’s quarters.

Inside her chambers, Murong Xue sat by the window, lost in thought. The confrontation with Jiang HuanYu at Ghost Seal Cliff weighed heavily on her mind. With only five days until the alliance ceremony, the pressure to make a decision loomed over her. She knew the choice she made would change her fate forever.

As she contemplated her situation, the door opened. Ye Chen entered, his face adorned with a warm smile.

“Snow,” he greeted gently.

Murong Xue’s expression turned icy. “What do you want?”

Unfazed, Ye Chen stepped closer. “I noticed you seemed troubled recently. Perhaps a change of scenery would help? There’s a beautiful spot nearby I’d like to show you.”

“Not interested,” Murong Xue replied curtly. “If that’s all, leave. I need to rest.”

Though her tone was dismissive, Ye Chen’s smile didn’t falter. “Snow, you seem unwell. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes,” Murong Xue said coldly. “I feel sick—whenever I see you.”

Ye Chen’s smile wavered, but he quickly regained composure. “Snow, you’re so witty,” he said with forced cheer. “I’ve just spoken with Father-in-law. He approves of our union, and I promise to cherish you after the ceremony.”

“Don’t call him Father-in-law,” Murong Xue snapped. “Our marriage isn’t finalized. Save yourself the embarrassment and leave.”

For a moment, Ye Chen’s calm facade cracked. But he quickly suppressed his anger and replied evenly, “Very well. Rest well, Snow. I’ll see you soon.”

Once outside, Ye Chen’s cheerful demeanor vanished. Standing in the courtyard, he turned to glare at Murong Xue’s chambers, his face twisted with malice.

“Murong Xue,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “you’ll regret humiliating me. After the ceremony, you’ll pay for this tenfold.”

His sinister grin widened as he imagined his revenge.

“Just wait. Soon, you’ll be mine, completely.”