“Indeed… this young man is quite talented. I didn’t expect someone from some small Empire could actually cultivate the Soul Essence Fusion Technique to this level,” Lord Ouyang said with a hint of surprise in his voice.
The middle-aged man that appeared after the State Preceptor had thick eyebrows and tiger-like eyes that seemed to pierce through one’s soul.
The luxurious dark blue robes that he wore had golden embroidery of ancient beasts, and a jade pendant hung from his waist, emitting faint spiritual energy.
His thick beard was trimmed, and despite his imposing figure, there was something frightening about his smile.
At this moment, his aura was completely suppressed.
Even if he threatened Lucian mentally, in front of the State Preceptor, he didn’t dare show any hostility.
There was even a hint of fear in his eyes when talking, as if walking on thin ice with every word he spoke!
But who would’ve known his mental message would be heard by the old man!
Meanwhile, as Sylvia nervously explained to Lucian that the man before them was the cause of her situation, Lucian’s eyes turned icy cold for a brief moment, before quickly becoming calm again.
He now completely understood why this middle-aged man had said those words. The killing intent he felt was almost impossible to suppress.
But making any move now would be a very bad idea with his current cultivation.
As for asking this old man for help was a thought that never even crossed his mind.
Not to mention, he didn’t know who this old man was, nor did he understand how Eris could ask such a terrifying cultivator to help them.
Even if he knew, he still wouldn’t ask because he wanted to solve his women’s troubles with his own power.
Floating in the snowy air, Lucian took a deep breath of cold air, and interlocked his fingers with Sylvia’s, channeling his Spiritual Energy to calm down his raging heart.
Sylvia gazed up at him, and upon seeing his handsome face and calming smile, she immediately felt at ease.
Even Iris sensed something was amiss, so she quietly moved closer to Sylvia, her hand gently brushing against her hair.
Lord Ouyang’s eyes subtly narrowed as he saw this scene.
Yet continued to flatter the State Preceptor, “If you see talent in this young man, then there must be something extraordinary about him.”
State Preceptor smiled warmly as if everything that was happening had nothing to do with him, stroking his long white beard.
“Haha… this old man will take his leave now. The weather is getting cold for this old man to remain outdoors for too long,” The State Preceptor said causally.
Lord Ouyang gave a ‘respectful’ fist salute as the figures of Lucian, Sylvia, Iris, and Nysa were enveloped in a soft golden light alongside the State Preceptor, slowly vanishing into the snowy sky.
When he was finally sure that the State Preceptor had really left, Lord Ouyang straightened his back, his eyes turned cold.
The gentle demeanor he had shown earlier vanished completely, replaced by a ruthless gaze.
He looked around for a moment before flying towards Leiran, his robes fluttering violently in the cold night wind.
At this moment, as the Array Formation disappeared, the normal cultivators of the Royal City began to gather again, their curious gazes fixed on the scene of destruction.
Many were recording everything with jade slips, eager to spread the news about what had just happened.
But Leiran didn’t care, instead he had a very ugly face.
“Damn it all! Just when I was about to obtain that Divine Treasure…” he cursed angrily.
But he only cursed inwardly, his words didn’t leave his lips.
There was a saying in all the Families in the Dynasty – even if you had the courage to betray the Imperial Family, you would never dare upset the State Preceptor.
The State Preceptor was mysterious, his cultivation was unfathomable!
The few times he had displayed his power, he had moved mountains and drained seas with just a flick of his finger!
Nobody knew his real identity, only that his real name was Qi Ye!
“Br-brother,” Haoran carefully spoke, seeing his senior brother’s expression.
Even with the high rank pill, his severed arm wasn’t completely healed.
Leiran took a deep breath and asked the Royal City Guard Captain who had long arrived to take care of this situation.
“Let’s go, we must inform father. We can’t let your Half Divine Treasure to remain in that commoner’s hands. Father will know what to do,” Leiran said to Haoran,
“And junior brother you should also refine the Spiritual Beast’s Soul I’ve brought back. With this, this injury should completely heal before we enter the Tribulation Realm.
Haoran’s eyes lit up when he heard this.
Just as Leiran was about to order the soldiers to gather, he suddenly heard a voice, “You’re Zhuo Song’s eldest son?”
…
Meanwhile, high above the Royal City,
“Here, refine this pill. It’ll heal your injuries faster,” While flying the old man waved his hand and a dark green pill appeared, floating in the air before Lucian.
Lucian gave a deep bow and sat down midair, beginning to refine the pill.
As soon as the fingernail sized pill entered his mouth, an intense burst of vitality surged through his body like a raging river breaking through a dam!
His Gluttonous Innate Fate was automatically activated, breaking down the pill’s essence with incredible speed.
He didn’t hide his refining speed because he felt it’d be pointless in front of the old man.
At this moment, they were flying above the inner city.
Wherever the old man passed, the Heaven and Earth seemed to show auspicious lights, Spiritual Energy bowing down, even the night stars seemed to shine brighter in his presence!
The more he saw, the more he understood just how unfathomable this old man was.
He didn’t seem to do anything, yet the Heavenly Laws obeyed him like loyal subjects.
Lucian couldn’t comprehend what Cultivation realm would need to accomplish this.
He even felt that the old man intentionally slowed down the speed, so that their bodies wouldn’t suffer!
Except Sylvia, three of them exchanged glances and could see the horror in each others’ eyes.
Because they understood that they were in the presence of someone who could kill them with a mere thought if he wished.
