Chapter 481: Unfazed by the Rising Floods

Chapter 481: Unfazed by the Rising Floods

"Let me see you off."

After the laughter, Yin Yajun took a step towards the door and bowed sincerely.

A few young Xuan Yue City disciples outside the courtyard couldn't help but pause and glance inside.

The renowned Celestial Sword Fairy, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, turned and said, "I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused you."

Then, she strolled out of the courtyard, accompanied by two Tian Jianzong guards, and soon departed from the City Lord's mansion.

"..."

The young disciples exchanged glances, each with a hint of dejection in their sighs.

It seemed like Xuan Yue City had not suffered any demon-related disasters, and the three hundred cities under its rule remained bustling and vibrant.

However, a single edict from the Immortal Sect had drastically diminished its true status, and even a mere hint from the Dragon Prince could suffocate the City Lord.

Now, their last hope had also been dashed.

They had all grown up alongside the young lady, yet they could only watch helplessly as she married into the boundless ocean, perhaps never to set foot on land again.

"Why are you just standing there? Get back to your tasks!"

Yin Yajun's delicate face once again forced a smile, "I'm getting married, not going to my funeral."

She gently flicked her sleeves, signaling for everyone to leave.

The Xuan Yue City disciples quietly clenched their fists, their voices trembling slightly, "We will diligently cultivate... We will not let you down, Miss."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Yin Yajun covered her lips and chuckled, turning slowly and pushing the door open.

She appeared calm on the surface, but her palms, hidden within her sleeves, trembled imperceptibly as she slowly closed the door, blocking the view from outside.

Once out of sight, she knelt down, her shoulders shaking. As a young lady who had never left Xuan Yue City, Yin Yajun couldn't even begin to imagine the desolate and terrifying scene beneath the vast ocean.

Leaving home to live with demons...

Su Yushang was truly her last hope, but she couldn't force anything.

Just like when she saw her father turn his back, his spine still straight, but unable to face her, she found herself unable to plead any further.

For Yin Yajun, she didn't even know whom to blame for this situation.

Should she blame the Nan Yang Immortal Sect, whom she had never met? She didn't even have a concept of their power.

Perhaps she could only blame the coincidence that the Dragon Prince's general happened to need a wife and had chosen her.

Yin Yajun rubbed her eyes forcefully.

Kneeling on the ground, her tear-blurred face practiced a sweeter smile.

Since she was going to marry, she would do so with value and ensure she caused no more trouble for Xuan Yue City.

At the same time.

Everyone witnessed Su Yushang's determined departure from Xuan Yue City.

"Fairy, are we returning to the sect now?" The two guards sighed, as they also had fond memories of Xuan Yue City and friends among its people.

Su Yushang deliberately strolled along the street, but a hint of ferocity, like a young beast, curled her lips as she murmured, "What nonsense! Only if I'm thrown into the water will I be considered his wife."

Hearing this, the two guards' faces paled, and they fell silent.

They never expected the Celestial Sword Fairy to be so daring.

"Rest assured, I've prepared for this."

Su Yushang took out a formation plate and played with it in her hand.

With a breath, the aura around her suddenly became more ethereal and lofty, and she smiled cunningly, "I'm sure Fellow Daoist Yuanzhou won't mind."

For a Reverse Cavity cultivator, changing one's appearance was as easy as pie, and the most important part was altering one's aura.

Su Yushang had specifically borrowed this rare formation plate, clearly intending to change her identity when she left the sect.

With the size of Nan Hong's Seven Sons, there were naturally more capable disciples than just Su Hongxiu.

As for why she chose Wei Yuanzhou.

The last time he helped the Nan Yang Sect, he wouldn't mind doing so again, and his credibility would be higher.

Moreover, he was an upright man, and when the time came for revenge, he would be lighter-handed.

"..."

The two guards rolled their eyes, pretending they hadn't heard a thing.

With the Fairy's Reverse Cavity Eleventh Layer strength, disguising herself as a powerful disciple of the Lingyun Sect, based in White Jade Capital, could only fool those idiots.

Just then.

Su Yushang suddenly glanced sideways.

At the entrance of a tall building on the street, she saw a fluttering ink-colored shirt, followed by a black-robed figure. In the instant she turned her head, those two figures had already entered the building.

"What is it?" The guard asked curiously.

"It's nothing." Su Yushang shook her head; she just felt a vague sense of familiarity but couldn't place where she had seen them before.

Logically, anyone who left an impression on her would not be unknown, yet she felt a strange sense of strangeness. How peculiar.

At that moment, the demonic energy rippling in the air interrupted her train of thought.

Everyone looked up into the sky.

In the azure canopy, they noticed turbulent waves, layer upon layer, rolling in from a distance with great momentum, the sound of the waves filling their ears.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Two flags fluttered, bearing an imposing spiked yellow dragon, its wings representing the identity of the Dragon Prince's maternal clan.

Eighteen elite demons, each with their roles, carried the flags, presented gifts, and provided escorts.

But he had the qualifications to unfurl the Dragon Prince's banners.

And at such a young age.

The identity of this youth was already very clear.

He was the young master of the Turtle Army under the command of the Seventh Son of the Dragon Prince, Ke Xuanqing.

The Water Tribe's three betrothals!

Such a pompous display, as if they were worried that someone in Xuan Yue City wouldn't know.

If it were still under the protection of the Celestial Sword Sect, this group of demons wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

"How obnoxious." Su Yushang hummed coldly, not in the mood to think about the figure she had seen earlier, and left the city directly.

"Tsk."

Almost at the same time, the ink-clad figure in the tall building also looked up at the sky.

After sensing the powerful demonic energy emanating from this group of demons.

Shen Yi picked up the teacup and took a sip of warm water, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

"Look at that, just look at that ugly turtle. I bet I'm even more..."

Before the drunkard could finish his sentence, Ke Shisan covered his mouth indifferently.

If he continued speaking, he would be thrown out again.

As expected, the other drinkers in the shop looked over with strange expressions: "..."

Shen Yi threw over a sound-transmitting egg stone that he had obtained from the Xu family.

The situation was rather special at the moment, and it was better to avoid exposing his identity if possible.

"Don't blame me for speaking out of turn, but this matter is truly infuriating."

The drunkard had sobered up quite a bit, and after being reminded, he restrained himself. Holding the sound-transmitting stone, he said, "Tell me, with them acting like this, will Xuan Yue City belong to the Immortal Sect or to these water demons in the future?"

"What I said before was out of anger. Everyone in Xuan Yue City knows how much the City Lord dotes on Miss Yin. This endurance is probably for the sake of the lives of the people in the three hundred cities under our rule. But... with Miss Yin marrying into the water, it's as if we're offering a hostage to the Dragon Palace. Whatever demands they make, how could the City Lord refuse his daughter? Today's concession will lead to more in the future!"

The drunkard couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Shen Yi hadn't expected this turn of events. No wonder the Dragon Prince wanted to start with a marriage alliance.

The Yan family's formation and the Yin family's daughter.

Just by changing their backing, they would lose their most important thing. It was only natural to feel resentful.

He glanced at Ke Shisan.

This Dragon Prince took the sound-transmitting stone and said, "You can leave now."

"This..."

The drunkard opened his mouth, thinking that these two immortals would be different from the others.

But he never expected that not only would they not do anything, but they also didn't even want to listen to what he had to say.

"Are you still not leaving?" Ke Shisan frowned.

"It's not that... Can you give me a ride home... I really don't have any money for travel expenses... It will take me forever to walk home."

The drunkard looked at the two of them hesitantly.

Shen Yi threw out a precious jade and then got up to leave the tall building with Ke Shisan.

"Master, what should we do?"

Ke Shisan was clearly itching to take action, probably having been bullied by the Seventh Son in the past. Now that he had the chance, he wanted to vent his anger.

"I'll think about it some more."

Shen Yi looked up at the more than ten figures descending towards the City Lord's mansion.

"Uh." Ke Shisan was taken aback. Why was his master suddenly using his brain? Thinking of this, he suddenly sighed. If only his master had thought this through before killing him.

Perhaps he wouldn't have died.

...

Xuan Yue City, City Lord's Mansion.

The bald youth landed amidst the surging water, and the water demons behind him quickly unloaded the abundant betrothal gifts.

Although the elders of Xuan Yue City had strange expressions on their faces, their attitudes were still respectful.

Silently watching the busy water demons, one of them finally stepped forward and said, "Lord Wu, please come in."

The Turtle Demons were loyal and brave, fighting and dying for the Seven Dragon Princes, and were given the surname Wu.

The young master had the cultivation of the tenth layer of the Reverse Cavity, and there were signs that he would take over the banner of the Turtle Army.

"..."

Wu Jun swept his ferocious eyes over the crowd but remained standing outside the door.

He retracted his gaze and said indifferently, "There's one less person."

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned.

They didn't expect the other party to find fault even before entering the door.

Xuan Yue City had just lost the protection of the Celestial Sword Sect and had not yet adjusted to the change in their status.

Both were forces with connections to White Jade Capital, but while the Golden Turtle Clan was a guest, they could completely disregard Xuan Yue City's face.

Truly... the vicissitudes of life were unpredictable.

Fortunately, there was an elder with thicker skin who quickly squeezed out a smile and said, "It's our negligence. Quickly, go and invite Miss over."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Jun let out a sneer and casually picked at his fingernails, "I don't lack women. After she enters the door, I can do whatever I want with her. There's no need to rush at this moment."

As he spoke, the vicious scar on his face twitched slightly, "Don't you recognize these two banners?"

Wu Jun casually pointed to the side.

With the dragon flag unfurled, it was as if the Dragon Prince himself had arrived.

"Or do you only recognize the Celestial Sword Sect's edict and not the banners of our Dragon Palace?"

Wu Jun parted his lips, revealing a cruel smile, "Do you have the edict of the Celestial Sword Sect?"

He didn't even mention the Nan Yang Sect because there was no need to.

"What are you all staring at?"

Wu Jun's voice suddenly turned icy: "Get your City Lord to come out and receive the flag!"

His words reverberated throughout the City Lord's mansion.

At the same time, on a certain rooftop, a middle-aged man in a long robe sat quietly, gazing towards the direction of Nanyang Sect.

Behind him was the small courtyard where Yin Yajun was located.

As a White Jade Capital cultivator, protecting the people of all three hundred cities, he held immense power and possessed formidable cultivation.

Yin Qizhang had been sitting here motionlessly for several days.

Yet he still did not dare to turn back and look.

As for the arrogant words echoing through the mansion, they seemed to have never reached his ears.

"Miss Yin will definitely resent you, but she definitely wants to see you as well." The old servant stood behind him, bowing respectfully.

"..." Yin Qizhang remained silent for a long time before he finally opened his mouth slightly, "I'm not afraid to see her, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to restrain myself from sending her to her death with my own hands."

He could almost predict how Xuan Yue City would become a vassal of the Seventh Dragon Prince step by step.

With his daughter in their hands, how could he refuse their commands?

One was his only daughter, and the other was the entire Xuan Yue City.

Yin Qizhang let out a self-deprecating smile. As the saying goes, a kind ruler cannot hold power, and hesitation will only bring trouble. Perhaps he was truly unfit to be the City Lord.

He had sent twelve letters to the Heavenly Sword Sect, but received no response.

He reached out his hand, holding a crumpled letter. Instead of using a jade slip, he had penned it himself, intending to send it to Nanyang, but in the end, he did not send anyone to deliver it.

As the City Lord, how could he let himself fall into a desperate and crazy state?

It was time to wake up.

"Let's go."

Yin Qizhang slowly stood up, wanting to turn back, but hesitated, his expression wooden as he said, "The Welcoming Dragon Flag."

His figure disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the Xuan Yue City cultivators.

Yin Qizhang's gaze was calm as he looked at the two flags, casually cupped his hands in a greeting, and then, amidst the complex gazes of those present, turned and walked back into the hall: "Prepare a feast to welcome the Young Master Wu."

"..."

Wu Jun watched his perfunctory actions, his eyelid twitching.

However, he did not press the issue too much, as after all, this middle-aged man was not only the City Lord but also a White Jade Capital cultivator with terrifying power.

If he really went crazy, even the Seventh Dragon Prince would be furious.

"We are all family now, no need to be so formal."

Wu Jun waved his hand to indicate to everyone, but his words carried a hint of mockery.

Hearing the offensive word "family," many of the Xuan Yue City cultivators closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, they forced a smile and followed suit.

...

With Xuan Yue City's utmost restraint.

The banquet went smoothly, and amidst the clinking of cups and lively conversation, the atmosphere seemed harmonious to the extreme.

"The betrothal gifts have been delivered, and I will take her back to my residence tomorrow morning."

Wu Jun stood up proudly, raising his cup to signal to everyone.

With his tenth layer of the Reverse Cavity cultivation, he suppressed the Xuan Yue City cultivators, making them unable to raise their heads.

When they saw Yin Qizhang, the City Lord, remain seated and expressionless as he raised his cup, the vicious scar on Wu Jun's face seemed to become even more prominent.

"Father-in-law, we should get closer in the future." Wu Jun drank the strong wine in one gulp and signaled for his subordinates to refill his cup.

Yin Qizhang raised his eyes to look at him, then suddenly extended his index finger, dipped it in the wine, and lightly drew on the table.

Using the wine as a talisman line, he actually set up a terrifyingly powerful formation.

With a simple gesture, he revealed the immense power of a White Jade Capital cultivator.

Feeling the terrifying sealing power in the formation, Wu Jun held his wine cup, his face changing slightly.

The next moment, he saw Yin Qizhang calmly raise his palm.

The wine talisman slowly rose and then landed on his own body: "Let's end it here for tonight, I'm feeling a bit tired."

He had used a sealing formation to forcibly lock his own cultivation.

Seeing this, Wu Jun subconsciously swallowed.

By sealing his cultivation, he was afraid that he would not be able to restrain himself from taking action, and the target he wanted to kill was probably none other than himself.

But apart from Yin Qizhang, there were several other cultivators in the room who could have easily destroyed them.

This bizarre scene caused the onlookers to shudder, and several people, taking advantage of the alcoholic atmosphere, stood up abruptly.

Their eyes reddened as they glared at the group of arrogant demons.

Several people's hands were already on the storage bags at their waists.

Just then.

A graceful figure in plain clothes slowly walked over.

She timidly held a small wine jar and raised it towards Wu Jun: "Miss Yin...Yajun offers a toast to Young Master Wu."

With Yin Yajun's entrance, everyone else froze in place as if they had been struck by lightning.

"Father, I'm leaving."

Yin Yajun forced herself to swallow the wine, her voice soft as she looked at the middle-aged man.

"Hmm."

Yin Qizhang averted his gaze, sensing the formation on his body.

Suddenly, he felt that perhaps he had sealed his cultivation a bit too early.

Wu Jun sensed the barely perceptible crackling of the formation on this White Jade Capital cultivator's body and quickly finished the wine in his cup: "I'm also feeling tired, let's end it here for today.

They seemed a little disheveled, but once out of sight, a smug smile appeared on its face.

Just from that earlier scene, it was clear that Xuan Yue City was about to fall under the command of the Seventh Dragon Prince, and with this connection, it might even be able to enlist the help of a few more cultivators from the Turtle Army, thus securing its position as the foremost army under the Dragon Prince.

Now that was truly a cause for celebration.

As if to validate its thoughts, as soon as it stepped into the courtyard with its troops, Wu Jun suddenly felt a gust of wind brush past, carrying an eerie chill that seemed to pierce to the bone.

It suddenly sobered up quite a bit.

The rest of the demon soldiers also looked grave, scanning their surroundings before shouting, "Who dares to play tricks here? Do you recognize these two Dragon Banners!"

Their sharp words, however, were completely muffled by an invisible barrier, not allowing even a sound to escape.

It was as if the entire courtyard had been isolated.

On the rooftop, two tall figures stood one in front of the other, their robes fluttering in the night wind.

Bathed in the moonlight, the handsome face appeared even paler, with a flickering flame between the brows.

Violet-golden eyes looked down, a hint of greed lurking in the otherwise ethereal aura, adding a touch of malevolence to the otherworldly bearing.

"Huh."

Ke Shisan exhaled.

Suddenly, he felt that it didn't really matter whether his master wanted to or not back at the Yan family; after all, the outcome would have been the same either way.

The other party's so-called contemplation was probably just about deciding where to set up the formation.

"Master, what do we do now?"

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at it as if it were an idiot.

With such delicious food before them, what else was there to say?

The next moment, the two figures disappeared from where they stood.

Shhhh—

The black robe fluttered, and sharp dragon claws easily tore apart a Refining Void Layer Nine demon's body.

Although he didn't have the dragon spear in hand, after countless years of cultivating in the Tian Yan Four-Nine, Ke Shisan had gained some understanding of martial arts.

Crack! The fish demon's spine exploded! Through the horrifying hole, the black hood was lifted, revealing a cruel, smiling face that was far too young.

The same voice reverberated throughout the area.

Compared to Ke Shisan's brutality, Shen Yi was much more elegant.

His figure drifted as the straight dragon spear kept pointing out.

One by one, heads burst like crimson flowers blooming in the night, dazzling and shocking!

With the empowerment of the five strands of Primordial Purple Qi.

After spending countless more years of demon lifespans, the Tian Yan Four-Nine, the Gui Xu Xian Jia, and the Qing Long Sui Xing Spear, three spiritual techniques were all cultivated to perfection.

This group of powerful demons didn't even have a chance to make a sound before their lives were taken.

"Heh..."

Wu Jun's body turned cold, and he quickly backed away, simultaneously unleashing all his vital energy, pushing his power to the peak.

Then he felt his head being grasped by five fingers.

Under the ink-colored robe, the pale skin was now covered by ashen-gray armor, more solid and metallic-looking than before.

The vambrace extended, covering the entire palm.

The fingertips were sharp, like the claws of a fierce beast.

Crack.

Even as Wu Jun tried to dodge, the five fingers easily penetrated his skull, as if piercing through tofu.

"Roar!"

Wu Jun turned his head, almost having his entire skull torn apart by those five fingers. He asked in a shrill, fearful voice, "Who are you? I am a general under the command of the Seventh Dragon Prince!"

It couldn't understand why someone would dare to ambush it here.

If it was someone from Xuan Yue City, wouldn't they fear the Dragon Palace razing these three hundred cities to the ground?

If it was another force, why were they silent, not even explaining the grudge or cause?

However, just as it turned its head, it felt a chill on its back.

Wu Jun turned back and saw only a roaring dragon spear.

Puchi—

The spear tip accurately pierced its throat, silencing it mid-sentence.

Shen Yi casually withdrew his long spear and looked to the side.

Ke Shisan had just torn apart the last demon's body and scoffed, "So what if you're a general under the Dragon Prince? I'm the Dragon Prince himself."

Looking at the scattered remains on the ground, Shen Yi frowned slightly and said, "You're responsible for putting them back together."

Where did you pick up such bad habits, wasting things like this?

"I humbly obey my master's command... I'll be more careful next time." Ke Shisan chuckled awkwardly.

Shen Yi waved his hand, sucking all the blood and gore in the courtyard into his body.

Instead of removing the grand formation, he sat down cross-legged and began to condense the Suppressing Stone.

At this moment.

Deep within the City Lord's Mansion.

A haggard-looking middle-aged man lay quietly on a bed, his senses seemingly dulled.

But he was truly drunk tonight.

And his cultivation had been sealed again.

"Not being able to sense anything... is probably normal," Yin Qizhang muttered, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Then he closed his eyes.

If this was all a dream, he might as well sleep through it.

Eyes closed, who cared about the rising flood?

(End of Chapter)

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