Chapter 307: Sui Emperor Yang Guang

Yu Liancheng turned his gaze toward Wanwan, smiling leisurely: "Niece Wan, your fortune has arrived; you have actually caught the eye of Yang Guang. With your beauty and means, it is not impossible for you to become the mother of the world in the future, the most noble woman in the world."

Wanwan lowered her head and sighed: "The Yuwen Clan is behind the Imperial Guard. It is clearly a disaster caused by you, Uncle Yu, yet it implicates me, your niece. Wanwan is truly unlucky."

The lead soldier, completely unaware that a great disaster was imminent, greedily sized up Wanwan. Such a peerless beauty—though he could not touch her, offering the beauty to Yang Guang could become a stepping stone for his advancement. Moreover, on the way to escort the beauty into the Imperial Palace, he might even be able to get a feel and take advantage of her.

Consumed by lust, the soldier felt even more heated and shouted: "Beauty, come and get on the horse with me. Or I shall find a sedan chair to send you into the Imperial Palace."

"No need. Wanwan has never ridden a horse before. Sir soldier, you must hold the reins tight and don't let Wanwan fall off." Wanwan giggled, looking even more charming and moving. The line of soldiers stared blankly, as if they had forgotten how to breathe.

"Rest assured, my horsemanship is among the best in the Imperial Guard." The lead soldier was the first to recover, puffing out his chest and patting it.

"Since that is the case, then Wanwan is relieved." Wanwan's delicate body drifted up and she swept toward the lead soldier.

The lead soldier was stunned, clearly not expecting that Wanwan, who appeared so frail, would possess such lightness skills.

Before he could consider further, an invisible force suddenly struck. His entire body was hit as if by a heavy hammer, flying sideways like a rag Wawa, crashing heavily into another soldier, immediately followed by a chorus of screams of broken bones and snapped tendons.

"How bold, to dare to lay hands on the Imperial Guard."

The remaining Imperial Guards' expressions changed instantly; their long sabers were drawn from their sheaths, and they spurred their horses to charge at Wanwan.

The Imperial Guard was arrogant and domineering, with the Yuwen Clan backing them.

In the entire Capital, besides the Dugu Clan, who did not fear them?

"Hehe, Wanwan finally knows today what it means to seek one's own death."

Wanwan giggled; if this group of soldiers had fled, she would have been too lazy to chase them.

But since they had delivered themselves to her door, she, the Yin Gui demoness, would naturally not be soft-hearted.

Wanwan smiled like a flower, casually snatching a long saber. With a flash of the blade, a human head flew into the sky. As her graceful figure drifted, she turned the bustling and prosperous Vermilion Bird Street into a bloody hunting ground.

……

"Who is this woman? To have such brilliant martial arts."

Yuwen Shiji stood tall on a restaurant, his brows tightly furrowed. The wine cup in his hand had been crushed unknowingly, and wine flowed all over his hands.

Yu Liancheng's entry into Daxing could not be considered secret; his movements had long since fallen into the eyes of the Yuwen Clan, and they already had a response plan.

For a master of Yu Liancheng's level, only by mobilizing the army could he be suppressed. But the various forces in Daxing were intertwined, and the Dugu Clan was watching like a tiger eyeing its prey.

Even if the Yuwen Clan controlled the military power, they dared not act rashly; otherwise, it would be like treason and rebellion. Without being fully prepared, the Yuwen Clan would not make such plans.

Therefore, they let this team of Imperial Guards provoke Yu Liancheng.

As long as Yu Liancheng made a move, the Yuwen Clan would have a legitimate reason to strike.

Yet they had not expected that Wanwan's strength would be so brilliant; she had slaughtered the entire group of Imperial Guards single-handedly without spending any effort.

"Hmm! Why has Yu Liancheng disappeared?!" Yuwen Shiji's brows furrowed. He suddenly discovered that Yu Liancheng had vanished, and his heart felt a jolt of terror.

"General Shiji, are you not looking for me?" A clear, calm voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

Yuwen Shiji's pupils dilated. He turned his body and saw Yu Liancheng dressed in black. He casually picked up a wine pot, filled a cup of wine, drank it in one gulp, shook his head and said: "This seat thought the wine in Daxing would taste better, but it is nothing more than this. Alright, General Shiji, are you ready to hit the road?"

"Yu Liancheng, you dare to strike at me?! I am the current Imperial Son-in-law. If you kill me, there will be no place for you in Daxing." Yuwen Shiji suppressed his shock, focused his mind, and raised his entire spirit and energy to the peak.

He was not only one of the four great masters of the Yuwen Clan, but he had also married Yang Guang's daughter, Nanyang Princess, hoping that this status would make Yu Liancheng wary.

"Is this your last word? It is truly quite boring." Yu Liancheng shook his head. His figure remained motionless, but the shadow at his feet suddenly rippled, instantly transforming into a black bolt of lightning that darted forward.

Yuwen Shiji's pupils dilated. Before he could even let out a muffled groan, his head had already flown into the sky, blood spurting from his neck like a fountain; he was dead beyond any doubt.

"Shadow killing! Is Wanwan's vision blurred, or has she seen a ghost?"

Wanwan had finished off the group of Imperial Guards and had just reached the restaurant when she saw this scene.

Her pink, moist cherry lips couldn't help but form an 'O' shape, her pretty face full of shock.

Clearly, for the Yin Gui Sect, manipulating shadows was also an incredibly inconceivable thing.

Yu Liancheng said indifferently: "This is a martial art I observed from Damo Cave, called the 'Shadow Manipulation Technique' or 'Shadow Control Divine Art'. If you serve me well, it is not impossible to pass it to you in the future; it just depends on whether Niece Wan can comprehend it."

Wanwan smiled sweetly: "I am very loyal to you, Young Master."

"Let's go, to the Imperial Palace, to see Yang Guang." Yu Liancheng turned and left without committing, while Wanwan followed him step by step, obediently behind him.

Before long, the towering palace walls appeared before the two.

On the palace walls, the guards were strict, and the Imperial Guard patrolled back and forth, inspecting every corner in an orderly fashion.

Of course, to masters of Yu Liancheng and Wanwan's level, this was as good as non-existent.

They easily swept past under the noses of the patrolling Imperial Guard, yet no one could capture even a trace of them.

After entering the Imperial Palace, Yu Liancheng scanned his surroundings. Everywhere were carved beams and painted pillars, magnificent and luxurious, a scene of extravagance, but it could not hide that sense of decline like the setting sun.

The fate of the Sui Dynasty was coming to an end.

In the vast Imperial Palace, finding Yang Guang's location was by no means an easy task.

Yu Liancheng was not in a hurry, simply treating this heavily guarded inner Imperial Palace as his own backyard, strolling leisurely, stopping from time to time to admire the scenery.

Wanwan, however, appeared quite impatient, casually grabbing an old eunuch and forcing him to reveal Yang Guang's location.

Half an hour later, the two arrived in an inner hall.

In the inner hall was a dragon platform ten zhang long, filled with beautiful concubines and maids, at least thirty or forty of them, surrounding the Sui Emperor Yang Guang, who sat high on the dragon throne, busy eating from the hands of a concubine.

"Truly a great enjoyment. This seat will also have to play like this one day... *cough cough*, with such an 'eternal famous monarch' in this Great Sui, how could it not perish?"