On the seventh day of Zhang Yu's imprisonment, Xiao Yun and Xiao Sheng, who served Zhang Yu in the Heavenly Prison, were replaced.
Instead, there was a woman who made Zhang Yu feel a slight pain in his kidneys after just one glance.
The woman was about thirty years old, dressed in an elegant yet exquisite Lotus Root palace dress. She had a full and shapely figure, and her movements were graceful and charming, exuding the unique allure of a mature woman.
A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, a smile that carried both a hint of curious observation and a hint of something more ambiguous.
This person was Liu Xinyue, Xiao Fenghua's widowed aunt who had lived alone for many years. Xiao Meier and Xiao Fenghua were cousins, so she naturally called her aunt.
As for the official Maidservant Hu Qingxuan, she was sent away again.
Hu Qingxuan was happy to be free, but she grumbled as she left.
Liu Xinyue's purpose in coming is self-evident.
Facing this charming young woman, Zhang Yu couldn't help but feel a little scared.
Mr. Zhang,
Liu Xinyue spoke, her voice soft and pleasant, carrying just the right amount of respect and curiosity:
"I am Liu Xinyue, and I have come to serve you by order of His Your Majesty and the Old Ancestor."
"Those two maids, Fenghua and Mei'er, are young and inexperienced. If they have been negligent in any way, I hope you will forgive them, sir."
As she spoke, her eyes sparkled, as if she saw through everything.
Zhang Yu felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze, especially when he thought of Xiao Fenghua and Xiao Meier's past offenses and looked at the still charming young woman in front of him. Alarm bells rang in his mind.
At the same time, Zhang Jiuling's Zhenbei Army was marching in a grand procession towards the capital of Wei.
Zhang Lingyun sat alone in the sedan chair, flanked by two Grandmaster from East Green Mountain, one on each side protecting the carriage.
These two were the two East Green Mountain Grandmaster mentioned in Xiao Zhengfeng report.
Five figures followed behind the sedan chair.
They were shrouded in wide black robes, their faces hidden in the shadows of their hoods, exuding a cold and sinister aura that stood out from the surrounding Soldiers and even the two Grandmaster of East Green Mountain.
Even Zhang Yuanfeng, a Grandmaster, would instinctively feel a chill run down his spine whenever his gaze swept over these five people.
As the army marched, two sharp, piercing, and ferocious roars suddenly rang out from the open area ahead!
"Yu Yu--!"
Before the words had even faded, two blood-red figures, like a whirlwind, descended from the sky, landing heavily in front of the Military Formation, stirring up Smoke and Dust.
Once the dust settled, everyone could see clearly that they were two Exotic Beasts.
On the Exotic Beasts sat two men, one old and one young.
"The Crimson Scale Blood Horse, this is Innate Demonic Beast."
Zhang Yuanfeng's pupils constricted sharply, and he cried out in alarm.
The owner who can tame Innate Demonic Beast as a mount is no ordinary person.
"Please don't panic, everyone."
The young man spoke first, his voice carrying an arrogant, condescending tone:
"I'm just passing through and would like to ask you all which direction to go to the capital of the Wei Kingdom in the Eastern Region?"
Although his tone sounded like he was asking for directions, his posture and expression suggested he was giving a command.
Alarm bells rang in Zhang Jiuling's mind. He spurred his horse forward a few steps, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said in a deep voice, "I am Zhang Jiuling, Marquis of Yong'an of Wei. May I ask your esteemed name and what brings you to the capital of Wei? If it is..."
He intended to exchange pleasantries first to gauge the other party's strength, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted sharply by the young man in red.
"What? You are Marquis Yong'an, Zhang Jiuling?"
A terrifying Killing Intent suddenly flashed in the young man's eyes as he stared intently at Zhang Jiuling, as if he wanted to devour him alive. "Is Zhang Yu your son?"
Zhang Jiuling was taken aback, not expecting that the other party was actually after Zhang Yu.
Although Zhang Yu is not his biological son, he is officially recognized as his son.
He nodded subconsciously. "It is indeed my son. I wonder..."
"Great! Excellent!"
The young man laughed in anger.
"Your son Zhang Yu is incredibly audacious. He dared to coerce Miss Hu into becoming his maid. He deserves to die a thousand deaths."
As a father, you cannot escape the blame for failing to properly educate your son.
Before he finished speaking, the young man drew his blood-red longsword from his waist with a clang.
His Crimson Scale Blood Horse neighed loudly, its hooves igniting with blood flames, charging forward with terrifying momentum like a streak of blood lightning, straight at Zhang Jiuling!
The sword light was sharp and fierce, and the Killing Intent was boiling; it was clearly the full-force attack of Innate Master.
This young man was the Young Master of the Crimson Blood Sect, Top Sect in the Crimson Blood Domain, which was relatively close to the Eastern Domain. He was also the most ardent of Hu Qingxuan's many suitors.
Upon receiving Hu Qingxuan's ambiguous but clearly aggrieved and pleading message, he immediately led the Dao Protector Elder and headed towards the Wei Kingdom in the Eastern Domain.
In his mind, Hu Qingxuan must have suffered a great injustice, being forced into being a maid by that Zhang Yu. This was an utter disgrace that had to be washed away with blood.
Zhang Jiuling was both surprised and furious, and also completely baffled.
Did Zhang Yu coerce Miss Hu into becoming his maid?
Which Miss Hu?
How come he has absolutely no idea what's going on?
But the opponent's killing move had already arrived, leaving him no time to think.
Zhang Jiuling possessed the Cultivation of the early Xiantian, making him a highly skilled expert in the Eastern Domain.
However, the Crimson Blood Domain Martial Dao flourish, Spiritual Qi is abundant, and Martial Artist generally have stronger talents and cultivate faster.
Although this young man was also only at the Xiantian, judging from his aura and the power of his attacks, he was clearly close to the Xiantian Mid Stage and his Combat Power far surpassed that of others of the same level.
Among the Thirty-Six Domains of Yuhua Prefecture, the Eastern Domain is indeed the most barren, with scarce Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and a relatively dwindling Martial Dao tradition.
Not to mention Great Grandmaster, the number of Grandmaster is far less than in other prosperous regions.
In places like the Crimson Blood Domain, even an ordinary country has Great Grandmaster in charge.
In the Eastern Domain, only two Great Grandmaster from the Wenhua Academy and East Green Mountain were present to support the region.
The disparity in Spiritual Qi and resources directly leads to vastly different talents and cultivation speeds among cultivators.
This Young Master of the Crimson Blood Sect is only in his early twenties, yet he has already reached the Xiantian Cultivation and possesses formidable Combat Power.
Moreover, the Crimson Blood Domain is not ranked high among the Thirty-Six Domains of Yuhua Prefecture.
More importantly, Hu Qingxuan's suitors are not limited to Yuhua Prefecture.
"Clang!"
Zhang Jiuling hastily drew his sword to meet the attack, and the sword and blade clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang.
He felt a scorching, violent force travel through the blade, making his arm numb, and his warhorse let out a mournful neigh and retreated repeatedly.
In just one glance, the difference in their abilities was immediately apparent.
Zhang Jiuling was completely at a disadvantage!
"Protect the Marquis!"
The surrounding guards exclaimed in alarm and tried to step forward, but were prevented from getting close by the ferocious aura emanating from the Crimson Scale Blood Horse and the force of their clash.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanfeng was furious and was about to teach this arrogant brat a lesson when the withered old man, who had been silent all along, merely glanced at him indifferently.
"Boom!"
A chilling and terrifying pressure, far exceeding that of Grandmaster, struck Zhang Yuanfeng's mind like an invisible hammer.
His face turned deathly pale instantly, and he groaned as he staggered back, completely immobilized by a single glare.
His heart was filled with turmoil:
What level of strength does this old man possess?
Could he be Great Grandmaster?
What trouble has that bastard Zhang Yu gotten himself into?
In his shock, he couldn't help but cast a hopeful glance at Zhang Lingyu's sedan chair, hoping that the prestige of East Green Mountain would have an effect.
At this moment, the withered old man seemed to sense Zhang Lingyu's aura in the sedan chair, and also vaguely sensed the strangeness and extraordinary nature of the five black-robed men behind her.
A hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Young Master, this man has committed a crime, but not one deserving of death. A slight punishment will suffice; let's not delay our business."
Upon hearing this, the Young Master in red, though unwilling, had great faith in the Dao Protector Elder and immediately suppressed his murderous intent.
With a sudden turn of his Sword Force, he transformed into a dense flurry of sword shadows, lashing Zhang Jiuling until his face was bruised and swollen. Only then did he let out a cold snort and sheathe his sword.
"I'll spare your life for now, but once I capture that Young Master Zhang Yu, I'll settle accounts with your Zhang Family."
Having uttered these harsh words, the Crimson-Clad Young Master and Blood Vulture Elder said no more. They steered their Crimson Scale Blood Horse, transforming into two streaks of Blood Light, and sped off towards the Imperial City.
It's obvious they're going to cause trouble for Zhang Yu.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Zhang Lingyu's sedan chair curtains remained unmoved, and she did not utter a single word.
The five men in black robes behind the sedan chair stood there like clay or wooden statues, completely oblivious to the sudden conflict.
Zhang Yuanfeng helped his disheveled son up, his face so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.
He looked in the direction the two men from the Crimson Blood Sect had left, then glanced at the silent sedan chair and the five strange men in black robes, his heart filled with unease and doubt.
The name Zhang Yu is no longer just a shameful "bastard" in his heart, but a source of disaster that could drag the Zhang Family into an abyss of no return.
Meanwhile, the source of the trouble was currently in Heavenly Prison hundreds of miles away, being served by his charming aunt, Liu Xinyue.
He pondered with a worried expression whether he could save his kidney tonight or not.
Unbeknownst to them, Hu Qingxuan's bodyguards had already arrived one after another.
More importantly, these protectors were all Princes or even Holy Son, each with their own secret protectors.
What he didn't know was that Zhang Jiuling, who regarded him as a scourge, had already taken the blame for him once.