The Ruler Wants His Subjects Dead, and the Fan Clan Is Destroyed

Mystic Sound Fairy lifted her skirt, her moon-white, pearl-embellished high heels stepping on the Cyan Jade Floor Tile of the corridor, creating ripples of sound wherever her toes touched the ground.

Her glassy eyes were fixed on Qin Wangchuan's back, feeling the fading melody emanating from him, and she unconsciously softened her breathing.

"It's him..."

Mystic Sound Fairy murmured softly, her fingertips unconsciously touching her heart.

It was throbbing violently there, more vibrant than ever before.

This was the first time since she was born that she had seen someone who could interpret music to such a high degree.

Just as she was only a few feet away from Qin Wangchuan, a Shadow Figure silently blocked her path.

Caught off guard, Mystic Sound Fairy nearly bumped into the wall of people.

Looking up, I saw a stern-faced man standing with his hands behind his back.

He had no Spiritual Power fluctuations around him, yet he made Mystic Sound Fairy's hair stand on end—it was the instinctive fear one feels when facing a supreme expert.

"Stop."

The Shadow Guard's voice was soft, yet it struck Mystic Sound Fairy's heart like a heavy hammer.

She was shocked to discover that she couldn't even lift a single finger.

"I... I just..."

Mystic Sound Fairy opened her mouth, but could not utter a complete sound.

She watched helplessly as Qin Wangchuan and Xu Qing's figures receded into the distance, her fingers clenched so tightly beneath the nine layers of gauze sleeves that they ached.

'Am I just going to let this opportunity slip by...?'

'No! No way! It was so hard to find!'

As the figure receded into the distance, a hint of stubbornness flashed in Mystic Sound Fairy's eyes.

No matter what method she used, she had to talk to this person and then listen to his song!

No matter the method!!

Meanwhile, the Fan Clan...

Fan Zi leaned back in the Purple Spirit Sandalwood Chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, a confident smile playing on his lips.

The trusted aide sitting opposite him poured a cup of Spiritual Tea and cautiously asked, "Young Master, could it be that Mystic Sound Fairy was intercepted by that brat along the way?"

"Heh." Fan Zi scoffed, his fingertips suddenly crushing the teacup. "Who do you take Mystic Sound Fairy for? I've sent Young Master countless rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures over the past year, and I haven't even touched a single hem of her garment."

"That kid just showed his face, and he can melt the glacier?"

The image of the icy Mystic Sound Fairy flashed before his eyes—when they first met last year, he had only taken one more step closer before she injured him.

There were many cold and aloof women in Fan Zi's room, but the feeling that Mystic Sound Fairy gave him was different. It was a sense of aloofness that made everyone feel insignificant, high above and untouched by the Mortal World.

And their strength is extremely formidable!

Neither the handsome crown Crown Prince nor the powerful Eastern Region Sword Scion could catch her eye.

Like a solitary, noble flower.

But it is precisely because of this that it is worth conquering!

"You didn't see how smooth and lustrous those fairy's little hands were..." Fan Zi stroked the Jade Pendant at his waist, his voice filled with infatuation, "Just wait, once I've won her over, I'll make her play the zither and the flute for me, then I'll press her hard onto the zither, the strings leaving marks on her snow-white skin..."

Just thinking about it made Fan Zi's mouth water.

Even so, this is only a starting point for him.

If you ask why, it's because he has a grand ambition to conquer a thousand beauties!

Suddenly the hall door was kicked open, and the spies sent out earlier stumbled in.

Fan Zi frowned. "In the past, when I asked you to check information, you always made excuses like 'it's windy or rainy,' but today you're back in just three hours..."

The words abruptly stopped.

The scout, his face ashen, stepped aside, revealing two towering figures behind him.

The old man on the left had white hair like frost, and his cultivation was extremely terrifying; just looking at him was enough to make one feel a pang of pain. The young man on the right wore a black robe, and the Golden Patterns embroidered on his shoulders shimmered in the candlelight, revealing a single character faintly visible.

"Qin"

The young man stared intently at Fan Zi and asked, "Is he the mastermind behind this?"

The scout nodded vigorously.

He swore that he did not betray the Young Master on purpose.

So much happened in just a short 45 minutes.

Who would have thought?

He had just announced that he was going to investigate the boy when he suddenly felt a chill down the back of his neck—good heavens! A powerful figure clung to him like a ghost, the hand gripping his neck more firmly than his mother's rolling pin!

In a life-or-death crisis, he couldn't even hold on for three breaths.

Everything they knew and didn't know, even things as serious as peeping at the young mistress taking a bath, spilled out like beans from a bamboo tube.

"Young Master..." The scout looked to Fan Zi for help, hoping that his master would lend him a hand as usual.

Unfortunately, the scout exploded into a bloody mist the next moment.

With a swift movement, the young man grabbed Fan Zi, who had been sitting upright just moments before, and pulled him into his hand like a little chick.

What is your purpose?

"Is someone else instigating this?"

Fan Zi was lifted into the air, and he was horrified to find that all his Spiritual Power was completely sealed, and he couldn't even move a finger.

All it could do was kick its legs futilely in the air.

"You... I..."

"No...!"

The invisible hand tightened its grip, and Fan Zi could almost see a revolving lantern before his eyes.

'Such a lofty ideal, I'm afraid only Brother Fan can achieve it.'

'Collecting beauties? Hahaha! My son can do whatever he wants.'

'Stench.'

Friendship, family, and love kept swirling in my mind.

"I... I haven't yet fulfilled my dream of collecting a thousand beauties, how can I die here!" Fueled by his conviction, Fan Zi actually managed to squeeze out a complete sentence through gritted teeth.

As he spoke, his face turned purple, as if he were brimming with power.

However, the dramatic comeback did not occur.

The next moment, the young man slowly closed his five fingers.

Fan Zi's head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter all around.

His headless body swayed and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Boom--"

Three powerful auras suddenly tore through the air, and the three elders of the Fan Clan stood in mid-air. The gray-robed elder in the lead roared, "Insolence! Who dares to be so insolent in my Fan Clan?!"

"Die!" The gray-robed old man's hair and beard stood on end, and his Quasi-Emperor aura exploded forth.

But when he saw the word on the young man's shoulder, he suddenly froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

The young man clapped his hands, casually took a half-step back, and whispered to the old man behind him, "Manage your own territory. If you don't handle it well..."

He glanced meaningfully at the Fan Clan members, "There are plenty of people willing to do it for you."

As the white-haired elder slowly stepped forward, the three elders of the Fan Clan simultaneously took three steps back.

The old man in the gray robe's voice changed tone. "Old Hu... Elder Hu?! Weren't you with the State Lord..."

Elder Hu was the Dao Protector of the State Lord when he was young, and he has been the strongest protector of the State Lord ever since!

And the Fan Clan had been kind to him!

The white-haired old man, known as Elder Hu, had a complex expression. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but ultimately sighed.

"This old man... could I plead for mercy?"

The young man remained silent, but his cold gaze said it all.

If we let the Fan Clan go today, won't anyone be able to plot against my Young Master in the future?

Decent behavior is a gift.

If you don't want to be dignified, someone else will make it dignified for you.

A hint of reluctance flashed in Elder Hu's cloudy eyes, but it quickly returned to indifference.

He slowly unfurled a scroll of Golden Scroll, the glaring State Seal illuminating the entire courtyard. "The Fan Clan has disrespected the imperial majesty. From this moment forward, the entire Fan Clan— "

Suddenly, the Golden Scroll burst into crimson flames, and Elder Hu's voice was like a death knell. "Execute the entire family."

As soon as he finished speaking, numerous powerful figures suddenly appeared above the Fan Clan's residence.

They were all trusted confidants of the State Lord.

It is none other than you, Jun, who wants you dead!