Wenren Xianyi's Scheme

In the February snowfall, a streak of spear light pierced the heavens above the imperial capital draped in mourning white. It was so resplendent that it entered the eyes of every cultivator spying upon the Wenren clan's grotto-heaven. Perhaps many years from now, they would still remember that crude curse from within the grotto-heaven, and that utterly unhesitating spear thrust.

Even those who knew nothing were drawn by the sound, though they did not know where that vulgar abuse had come from.

Yet they could feel the helplessness, resolve, and fury in that cry.

Everything in the sky began to change. The immense pressure nearly left everyone in the imperial capital unable to breathe. Streams of meteors streaked across the daytime sky, followed by pursuit and slaughter.

The Li ancestor's hunt continued. The imperial capital was a lone wolf's hunting ground.

"He's truly gone mad."

Within the Immortal Suppression Bureau, Commander Wu Neng held a teacup. The tea within had gone from steaming to gradually losing its warmth in the winter air, much like his heart, which had turned from warm to cold after hearing the Wenren clan's secret.

His eyes were vacant.

"By Her Majesty's decree, Commander, please take action and apprehend the Li clan fiend!"

Before him stood subordinates of the Immortal Suppression Bureau above the Spirit Transformation realm, nearly filling the great hall on their knees. In the past, whenever the Empress's order arrived, these subordinates would join the messenger cultivator in shouting their assent. Yet on this day, his subordinates were strangely silent.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Wu Neng slowly rose to his feet and walked toward one of his Body Integration Realm subordinates, Wei Chong.

Wei Chong raised his head. His aged face reminded Wu Neng of tens of thousands of years ago, when he