Crippled

The Town Martial Division had just reported that cultists had appeared in Fourth Prince Chu Xuan'an's residence, openly committing violence. Tiandu City was under martial lockdown, and all sides were to remain vigilant.

The messenger was at the Ascension Realm, yet his expression was grave as he delivered the report. Clearly, this was no trivial matter. Anyone daring to cause trouble in Tiandu City would have cultivation beyond imagination.

Yet after the man reported to Chu Xuanao, that brat simply dismissed the Town Martial Division messenger and ignored the matter entirely—he said nothing and made no arrangements.

He dragged Qiuyue Shuangxue back to sleep.

Thinking of how that brat had looked just now, Bai Feiyu itched to grab the Gentle Sword and spank his backside like she had when he was little.

Even the manor's current arrangements had been gathered and organized by her. It could not be helped—if anything truly happened, she would have failed her sister.

At that moment, Chu Xuanao was already lying back in bed, somewhat helpless. Arrange things however you like!

Whether they deployed men or not made no difference. But if they made no arrangements at all, would that not seem too indifferent? As though they had known this would happen from the start?

What cultists? The instant the Town Martial Division's men said something had happened at his fourth brother's residence, Chu Xuanao understood what was going on.

The feast was about to begin.

When he left today, Yuan Tiangang had specifically sent him a voice transmission: the Celestial Phenomenon Realm expert in his fourth brother's manor would not make it past today.

The feast could begin tomorrow.

He had guessed that today's spectacle would be no small one. After all, the Heavenly Being Realm stood among the very top ranks, the first echelon. A Celestial Phenomenon Realm powerhouse, ranked in the second echelon throughout the world, had died so inexplicably.

And this had happened in Tiandu City, the imperial capital of Dagan. It was bound to stir up quite a storm.

So he let his Maternal Aunt make the arrangements. Putting on a show was fine too.

The main thing was, he had no way to explain this to anyone!

Tell his Maternal Aunt that he had done it?

Or tell her Yuan Tiangang was in the Heavenly Being Realm?

Forget it. This would all blow over in a few days.

In any case, it had nothing to do with him. Sleep.

Outside Prince of Qin's Manor, several guards stood ready in tight formation. Not far away, two figures rushed swiftly toward them.

One of them was Gens, whom Ghost Servant had kicked over yesterday. Beside Gens was a man dressed in the official uniform of the Town Martial Division, though he kept half a step behind Gens. Before long, the two arrived at the entrance to Prince of Qin's Manor.

Seeing Gens stop before Prince of Qin's Manor, the man beside him widened his eyes. He hurried before Gens and said in a low voice, "Leave. This is not a place you should investigate."

Was this guy insane? Even the Town Martial Division had no authority to investigate this place without His Majesty's imperial decree.

Bloodshot veins webbed Gens's eyes, and his face was full of rage.

"Wang Gang, Emperor Gan's decree orders a thorough investigation of every part of Tiandu City."

Wang Gang looked at Gens as though he were looking at an idiot.

A thorough investigation everywhere did not mean an investigation here.

By that logic, the Imperial Palace was also within Tiandu City. Who would dare investigate it?

Wang Gang looked at Gens, warning in his tone.

"I'll say it one last time. This is not a place you should investigate. Leave."

A trace of impatience had already appeared on Wang Gang's face.

Were all people from the Divine Kingdom this damn stupid?

Was this a place they could investigate?

Even if it were to be investigated, it would not be their turn. The imperial clan would naturally send someone.

Who the hell did you think you were?

The guards at the gate looked at the two men in the distance, feeling some pressure. Yet seeing that neither had advanced, they could not make up their minds. The few exchanged glances.

Go over and ask?

You go?

Or should we wait for them to speak first?

Are they here for us?

A black shadow drifted out from the manor like a ghost, landing before the guards. He seemed to meld with the night itself, giving off an eerie, cold presence.

The guards looked at the black-clad man before them and breathed a sigh of relief. The big shot had arrived.

"Greetings, sir."

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Ghost Servant nodded, his gaze turning to Gens and Wang Gang. The moment the two had approached, he had sensed their auras. He had not cared much at first—what did it have to do with Prince of Qin's Manor?

But since two Ascension Realm experts had stopped outside Prince of Qin's Manor, Ghost Servant decided it would be best to come out and take a look.

The moment Ghost Servant appeared, Gens sensed him. Looking at Ghost Servant, Gens's gaze turned somewhat vicious. It was as though black mist had gathered in his eyes, though under the cover of night, it was impossible to see clearly.

Wang Gang looked at Ghost Servant, helplessness flickering in his eyes. This man had come as well. After the battle at Flower Gazing Pavilion, Ghost Servant had naturally been entered into the Town Martial Division's records.

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This was information personally recorded by all three Chief Officers together.

Wang Gang gave Ghost Servant a slight nod, an apologetic smile on his face.

Wang Gang felt bitter inside. He had originally planned to leave directly, but why had this guy set his sights on the Prince of Qin's Manor? It was all Gens's fault.

Who knew what madness had possessed him.

Hm, who just flew over?

Suddenly, Gens shot through the air straight at Ghost Servant. True qi gathered in his palm as he attacked Ghost Servant, but Ghost Servant seemed to have sensed it already. He sprang up and kicked, a massive true-qi foot condensing beneath his own before stomping down on Gens from above. The pitch-black true qi seemed to merge with the night.

From the moment he appeared, Ghost Servant had noticed something strange about Gens. Something was off about this guy. How should he put it? The look in his eyes held the utmost hatred.

A wave of true qi spread out, blasting away the snowflakes around the gates of the Prince of Qin's Manor. The surging aura swept up the snow blanketing the ground and scattered it in every direction, while Gens was stomped into the earth by Ghost Servant's kick, leaving an enormous footprint in the ground.

Judging by the size, that foot had to be at least several thousand yards long.

Gens was stamped into the ground by Ghost Servant's foot. He struggled to rise, his face twisted with madness, as though he had already lost his mind.

After that strike, confusion flashed through Ghost Servant's eyes. This guy was this weak? That wasn't right!

Even if he had been injured yesterday, he shouldn't have been reduced to this!

How could he fail to withstand even a single strike from him?

Seeing Gens's bloodshot eyes and his madman-like expression, Ghost Servant's eyes filled with surprise.

Deviation?

No, his aura was wrong.

How should he describe the aura around this guy? Like a resentful woman.

Never mind. Cripple him first. Daring to make a move at the gates of the Prince of Qin's Manor—there would be nothing wrong even if he were beaten to death.

With that thought, Ghost Servant closed in and charged straight at Gens.

Quite a few powerful experts searching around the Prince of Qin's Manor all raised their heads and looked in this direction.

Sensing the aura of battle—Ascension Realm—many of the experts nearby smiled and swiftly flew this way.

They had hooked a big fish.

Look at that, wasn't this merit coming right to them?

When Gens suddenly attacked, Wang Gang blanked out for a moment. No, you actually dared to make a move?

Then he came back to himself, his face turning savage as he roared.

"Fuck!

Cripple him."

A muscular giant took shape around Wang Gang, and a fierce aura erupted violently. Like a raging flood and savage beast, it charged straight at Gens, who had just risen to his feet.

It was over.

This time, he was truly finished.

His future!

He had only just become one of the Twelve Martial Positions!

This was the Prince of Qin's Manor. Attacking here directly was no different from openly assassinating the Prince of Qin.

What kind of bullshit was this?

One move had dragged him straight into the mud.

Why had the Chief Officer assigned him to follow this bastard?

At this moment, Wang Gang had no other thoughts. He only wanted to join forces with Ghost Servant and take Gens down as quickly as possible, minimizing the losses a little. Of course, it was also to prove that he and Gens were not in the same group.

The heaven-propping hand of a muscular giant dozens of meters tall slammed down with one palm. At the same time, Ghost Servant's pitch-black true qi gathered, sweeping in like nightfall, and another foot spanning several thousand yards stomped down.

Yet the two attacks carrying surging true qi did not land. A blizzard rose up, and their offensives dissipated into nothingness.

Two more tornado-like hurricanes swept up countless snowflakes and coiled around the pair. In an instant, the two were hurled to the ground and fixed in place, imprisoned and unable to move.

Gens, meanwhile, was also crushed flat against the ground by an invisible force. His eyes were blood-red as he tried to struggle to his feet, but he was powerless. He seemed unable even to speak anymore, only roaring over and over like a wild beast.