Chapter 252 Do something for me

Seeing the person’s true face, Yun Yueru was momentarily stunned. She quickly withdrew her Fire Lin Spear.

“I didn’t realize it was the Third Prince. Please forgive me for my earlier offense,” she said, bowing respectfully.

The Wu royal family held immense power, and even the Yun family, to which Yun Yueru belonged, dared not oppose them. Over the years, the Yun family had suffered greatly under the deliberate suppression of the Wu royal family. The family elders and ancestors were particularly wary of the current ruler and his lineage, especially the exceptionally talented Third Prince, Dong Jian.

Dong Jian was regarded by the Wu Kingdom’s ruler, Dong Zilong, as his successor, a prodigy of unparalleled talent and authority.

The two other Yun family spiritual descendants, who had been handling the beast’s corpse, hurriedly approached and bowed deeply to Yun Yanshui in his disguise.

“No harm done,” Yun Yanshui replied, waving them off.

“What brings the Third Prince to Tianqing Mountain?”

Relieved by the prince’s forgiving demeanor, Yun Yueru raised her head slightly, her curiosity piqued.

“Business,” Yun Yanshui replied curtly, finding a stone and sitting cross-legged upon it.

“What business requires the Third Prince to come personally? Is there anything I can assist with?” Yun Yueru asked tentatively, observing his cold and composed expression.

“Well, now that you mention it, I do need your help,” Yun Yanshui said with a faint smile.

“Just name it, Third Prince. As long as it’s within my ability, I will do my utmost to assist,” Yun Yueru replied earnestly.

“Can you contact the other spiritual descendants?”

Yun Yanshui’s gaze sharpened as he posed the question.

“Are you asking me to gather Brother Tianli and Brother Changfei?”

“Precisely.”

“Before entering the mountain, we exchanged communication tokens. Please wait a moment, Your Highness. I’ll use a token to summon them all here,” Yun Yueru replied respectfully.

She took out a communication token and burned it, sending out a summons.

After more than half an hour, faint footsteps approached from a distance.

A young man in black robes, handsome and sharp-featured, arrived with two other Zhang family spiritual descendants. This was none other than Zhang Tianli, the Zhang family prodigy.

Shortly after, the rustling of leaves announced the arrival of other Wu Kingdom spiritual descendants, who emerged one by one at the location.

“Yun Yueru, why did you summon us here?”

A burly Wu Kingdom spiritual descendant frowned and asked coldly.

The others, including Zhang Tianli, also looked puzzled.

“It wasn’t me who summoned you—it was the Third Prince,” Yun Yueru said coolly, holding her Fire Lin Spear.

The crowd finally noticed a figure sitting in the shadows beneath a large tree. It was none other than the Third Prince, Dong Jian.

“Zhang Tianli of the Zhang family greets the Third Prince!”
“Li Hanhai of the Li family greets the Third Prince!”

Nearly a dozen Wu spiritual descendants bowed respectfully to Yun Yanshui in his disguise.

“No need for formalities. Where is Xia Changfei?”

Yun Yanshui scanned the group but didn’t see Xia Changfei, prompting his question.

“Your Highness, I’m here.”

As Yun Yanshui spoke, Xia Changfei emerged with two Xia family spiritual descendants and bowed in greeting.

“Take a seat,” Yun Yanshui instructed.

Once most of the Wu spiritual descendants had arrived, he motioned for them to sit. Those absent were likely casualties of the mountain’s dangers.

“I’ve gathered you here for a task,” Yun Yanshui began.

“What task, Your Highness?” the burly Li Hanhai asked curiously.

“To kill someone.”

“Is it Yue Kingdom’s Yun Yanshuang?” another Wu spiritual descendant asked, intrigued.

The story of how Yun Yanshuang had killed a Wu royal princess during the Deer Severance Platform battle was well known. Naturally, the spiritual descendant assumed this was their target.

“You talk too much,” Yun Yanshui said coldly, his eyes narrowing as he glared at the speaker.

The young man stiffened, trembling under Yun Yanshui’s frosty gaze. “Forgive me, Your Highness! I misspoke!”

Yun Yanshui withdrew his gaze and addressed the group, “The person I want dead is an old monster.”

His words drew the crowd’s attention as he surveyed them all, finally fixing his gaze on Xia Changfei.

“Xia Changfei, I hear your family has been privately investigating the deaths of two of your spiritual descendants?”

“Indeed!”

Xia Changfei knew the power of the royal family and was well aware that his own family, as mere subordinates under the Third Prince, couldn’t hide any of their actions from him.

Thus, when Yun Yanshui asked in his disguise as the Third Prince, Xia Changfei nodded decisively, concealing nothing.

“What if I told you that the one who killed your Xia family’s two spiritual descendants is hiding here in Tianqing Mountain?”

Yun Yanshui said with a faint smile.

“This… Your Highness, are you certain?”

Xia Changfei’s face was filled with shock. The Third Prince had previously forbidden his family from investigating this matter, so why was he suddenly bringing it up now?

“What? You don’t believe me?”

“No! I believe you!”

Seeing the subtle smile on Yun Yanshui’s face, Xia Changfei was jolted to his senses and quickly affirmed his belief. As a mere vassal under the Third Prince, he had no right to question his words.

“Your Highness, may I ask something boldly?”

Zhang Tianli hesitated, the mention of an “old monster” making him uneasy.

“Speak.”

“What kind of being is this old monster?”

Zhang Tianli’s question drew the attention of everyone present, their gazes fixed on Yun Yanshui as they awaited his response.

They were eager to know what kind of opponent the Third Prince was asking them to face. If it was too powerful, even their combined efforts might be futile, potentially leading them all to their deaths.

“It’s a failed Foundation Establishment cultivator,” Yun Yanshui replied plainly.

He didn’t intend to hide anything. After all, they would eventually face the old monster, and it was better to prepare them mentally in advance.

The revelation hit like a thunderclap.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator?

Zhang Tianli, Yun Yueru, Xia Changfei, Li Hanhai, and the other spiritual descendants from Wu Kingdom were utterly stunned, as if struck by lightning.

After a long silence, Zhang Tianli finally regained his composure and spoke with a grim expression.

“Your Highness, forgive my boldness, but even if we join forces, I fear we won’t stand a chance against a failed Foundation Establishment cultivator!”

“Don’t worry. You won’t be fighting alone. Others will join the fight,” Yun Yanshui replied with a calm smile.

“Others? What do you mean, Your Highness?” Li Hanhai asked, puzzled.

“Just wait a bit. Soon, the royal family’s rogue cultivators will arrive,” Yun Yanshui said, still smiling.

By deliberately appearing as Dong Jian and passing in front of a rogue cultivator loyal to Dong Zilong, Yun Yanshui had ensured that news of his presence in Tianqing Mountain would reach the Emperor.

If Dong Jian truly was Dong Zilong’s most beloved son, the Emperor would undoubtedly send elite royal cultivators into the mountain to ensure his safety.

With the help of these elite cultivators, the odds of defeating the failed Foundation Establishment cultivator would improve significantly.

“Judging by the time, they should be arriving any moment now,” Yun Yanshui muttered to himself, glancing at the dense forest canopy above. Sunlight streamed through the gaps, scattering patterns of light and shadow on the ground.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Just as he finished speaking, several black-robed figures appeared, exuding powerful auras.

Leading them was the rogue cultivator who had initially sent Yun Yanshui into the mountain.

“Your Highness, we pay our respects!”

A total of six elite royal cultivators, all at Qi Refinement levels three through five, knelt before Yun Yanshui.

“No need for formalities,” he said with an air of authority.

“Thank you, Your Highness!”

The six cultivators rose after expressing their gratitude.

“Your Highness, please allow us to escort you out of the mountain,” the leader, a middle-aged cultivator, said in a low, concerned voice.

“Leave the mountain? This prince will not leave.”

“Why not? Do you truly intend to disregard His Majesty’s orders?”