Chapter 102: The Greatest Reliance

At this moment, the ground of the ancestral temple was trembling slightly.

Is the earth dragon turning over?

Many people had this thought pop into their minds.

But at this moment, outside the ancestral temple came a burst of sharp screams and cries, utter chaos.

"What's going on outside? How improper!"

Yun Fengyun was greatly shocked; how could such a place allow idle people to cause trouble?

Yet, amid Yun Fengyun's angry roar, his expression changed again.

This tremor is certainly not just an earth dragon turning over.

It is very likely the sound of orderly footsteps or iron hooves!

Amid Yun Fengyun's angry roar, the outside screams and wails grew louder, chaos everywhere.

But faintly, it seemed three words were coming through—Prince Pingxi!

"What?"

Yun Fengyun let out a low rebuke.

Such a thing must absolutely not happen.

"Welcome Prince Pingxi!"

At the same time, outside again rose a heaven-shaking shout.

Everyone involuntarily lifted their heads and looked toward the outside of the ancestral temple.

Outside the ancestral temple at this moment, a warhorse galloped; the rider's battle armor gleamed, and the outer garment covering it had already been torn by countless rips, now mottled with bloodstains.

"Inside the ancestral temple, no galloping horses, no weapons; violators will be beheaded!"

Seeing this, the temple guards all moved to stop, pointing their long blades at the rider.

The burly man on the horse ignored them, gave a low shout, gripped the reins, spurred the horse forward; in an instant the warhorse leapt high, soaring over the guards' heads and rode away.

The guards widened their eyes, fixedly watching the horse and the rider's back.

Shortly after, the guards' knees went weak and they knelt on the ground.

"Welcome Prince Pingxi!"

"Welcome Prince Pingxi!"

"Welcome Prince Pingxi!"

The voices of the guards, palace maids, and eunuchs sounded together as one.

As the warhorse galloped, those kneeling behind it likewise formed a continuous line.

At this moment, the kneeling people, one after another, stretched directly toward the direction of the ancestral temple.

The warhorse moved at extreme speed; the rider, without anger, exuded menace, a killing aura pouring forth continuously as the horse advanced.

This killing aura shook the four directions.

Such an aura could only be forged through years of battlefield carnage; this mighty presence, honed by blood and fire, surged with heaven‑topping killing intent and astonishing vigor.

The guards at the temple gate were far more keen‑sighted than those ahead.

They instantly saw the man on the horse's back, and in that moment they lacked even the courage to raise their weapons.

"Welcome Prince Pingxi!"

The warhorse did not stop, carrying Prince Pingxi as it howled past, swiftly charging into the ancestral temple.

At this moment, the civil and military officials kneeling on the ground, seeing this, were all stunned.

The mighty aura emanating from Prince Pingxi overawed them, making their legs go weak, leaving them without strength even to kneel.

Prince Pingxi is not only possessed of the strength and daring of Pingxi; he is also the heaven of that faction in the court adept at turning with the wind!

Before, when Prince Pingxi was said to have "died," the heavens changed; now that he is "alive," the heavens have changed even more.

Finally, the warhorse halted; Prince Pingxi's iron armor beneath his outer robe flashed with a cold light.

That chilling coldness brought with it boundless killing intent.

The officials were shocked; Prince Pingxi is not dead!

Now, the Prince Pingxi appearing before us is still as domineering and powerfully formidable as ever.

Clearly, when Prince Pingxi dismounted, that motion was extremely light.

His foot lightly touched the ground, yet it made the officials all tremble, feeling as if an earth dragon were turning over—powerful and astonishing.

When Prince Pingxi stood on the ground, the officials finally came to their senses.

"Welcome Prince Pingxi!"

Amid the officials' voices, Prince Pingxi continued his stride.

The high threshold of the ancestral temple: outside are the officials, inside the imperial family.

He walked over it, and with a single step crossed a threshold that, for the officials, might be impossible to cross in a lifetime.

"My son's grand wedding—who would dare to block it?"

Prince Pingxi walked in, speaking lightly.

In his extremely plain tone of voice, Zhou Tian felt his body shudder, and his boundless fighting spirit drained away.

And that mighty holy sword, in his hand, seemed to become an obstructive stick, leaving him momentarily unsure whether to discard it or grip it tightly.

Prince Pingxi approached; Zhou Tian could only steel himself, clasping his hands in a salute.

"Welcome Prince Pingxi!"

Prince Pingxi utterly ignored Zhou Tian, simply continuing forward until he stood before Yang Jun.

"Good son, have you missed your father?"

Under the gaze of all, the Prince Pingxi, who could make officials submit with just his fighting spirit, actually scooped up Yang Jun in one go, holding him high, laughing loudly as he spoke to him.

Prince Pingxi was a head taller than Yang Jun, yet at this moment he effortlessly lifted his own son above his head.

At such a moment, it reminded Yang Jun of those things from his childhood.

When Yang Jun was very young, Prince Pingxi always loved to hoist him up, lifting him above his own head.

Because he had said, his son would never be inferior to anyone!

Yang Jun looked at the father before him, and this was also the first time he had seen Yang Ye at such close range.

At this moment, Yang Jun clearly sensed that this cheap father of his had truly been forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Just by getting this close, one could sense the killing intent emanating from his body.

However, Yang Jun sensed even more that at this moment Yang Ye should have been restraining himself to the utmost.

Nevertheless, even so, he could still clearly feel those powerful forces.

Yang Jun stared at Yang Ye, feeling the oppressive pressure coming toward him.

Yang Jun's height is at least 1.8 meters, yet this father of his is more than one circle broader than him!

Having such a father is truly like having a mountain standing before him, blocking all wind and rain for him.

Feeling his father's enthusiasm, Yang Jun also immediately recalled those important matters.

Important matters are pressing, yet there are still so many things left undone.

"Father, it's hard, son is suffering!"

Yang Jun was about to cry out with a single shout.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ye turned his gaze toward the outside of the threshold.

Those high officials kneeling outside the ancestral temple all trembled, their bodies bent, eyes fixed tightly on the ground.

They wished they could merge their bodies with the ground right then and lie flat upon it.

Not a single person failed to feel terrified and anxious, with cold sweat pouring down their backs.

Now that the father has returned, how could the son not complain?

All the officials were stunned, taking advantage of the fact that they hadn't been fully convicted yet, they could still struggle to save themselves.

"Prince Pingxi, you have finally returned!"

"Your subject has been thinking of you day and night."

The official who had just said he wanted to go to the pleasure quarters to listen to music wiped his eyes and kept speaking.

Everyone appeared extremely excited.

It seemed as if they were seeing not Yang Ye, but their own father.