Chapter 737: Shangguan Yu'er

Four Heavenly Horses, their bodies pure white without a single stray hair, trotted through the air.

The current number one person of the righteous path, the Jinguang Sect leader—whose status even suppressed that of the National Master, Taiyin Zhenjun—was inside the carriage.

Jinguang was dressed in simple green and white robes, fresh and elegant. A spot of bright red cinnabar mark between his brows looked like a God's eye capable of perceiving the mysteries of the three realms, and also like a burning flame, making his already handsome face appear all the more graceful and noble. His long hair was as black as ink, held by a hairpin shaped like a crescent moon.

At this moment, his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were pondering something.

"The Yinyue Dynasty has emerged, and it even involves the Seven Generations of Resentful Couples..." Jinguang tapped his fingers lightly on the seat table.

Not long ago, the Sheng Nü of the three realms perceived that a profound, unfathomable, and vast demonic energy had appeared in the human world, suspected to be Qiye Saint Monarch.

Jinguang led the Xuanxin Four Generals to the place where the demonic energy had manifested, encountered Yan Hongye nearby, and learned of the matters concerning Qiye Saint Monarch and the Seven Generations of Resentful Couples.

By the time Qiye had already brought Nie Xiaoqian back to the Demon Realm, and with the Extreme Joy Banquet about to be held, Jinguang and the others could only return empty-handed.

Besides Qiye and the Seven Generations of Resentful Couples, another person who caught Jinguang's attention was a cultivator Yan Hongye mentioned named "Yu Liancheng."

This person was actually able to defeat Qiye.

In Jinguang's view, although Qiye was still just a greenhorn.

But for Qiye to be able to become the Saint Monarch, he must have had extraordinary qualities.

And for this Yu Liancheng to be able to surpass Qiye, he must also be a rare expert in the world.

Such an expert, yet he, Jinguang, had never heard of him before.

And the time Qiye appeared in Nanguo Town did not match the time calculated by the Sheng Nü of the three realms; could this demonic energy be related to Yu Liancheng?

It is worth mentioning that because Jinguang had usurped the position of sect leader from Yan Chixia, Yan Hongye had not the slightest bit of affection for him, only mentioning in passing that Yu Liancheng had defeated Qiye without explaining in detail. If Jinguang knew that Yu Liancheng could use demonic energy to execute the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, he would surely confirm this conjecture.

"Hmm?" Suddenly, Jinguang's heart stirred; he lifted the carriage window and looked toward the bustling Baqiao.

In a flash, his gaze erupted with a brilliance so profound it seemed to possess an artistic conception capable of piercing through time and space.

"Sect Leader, what is it?"

At the same time, the burly and tall Qinglong, with a sword strapped to his waist, asked.

"Just now, there was a person whose Qi was unfathomable; using the Mysterious Heart Qi Observation Technique, I was actually unable to see through it..."

Jinguang Sect leader's brows twitched slightly, his gaze looking toward the direction of Yu Liancheng.

"Unfathomable?" Qinglong and the other three generals could not hide the shock on their faces.

To be worthy of the comment "unfathomable" from the Jinguang Sect leader, there was almost no such figure in the world today. Even if there were, it would likely be the current National Master or the former sect leader, the peerless expert Yan Chixia.

"What is even more astonishing is that I actually felt a trace of energy belonging to our Xuanxin Sect from that person..."

Jinguang's brows were tightly locked.

In reality, he had not only felt the righteous and bright aura of the Xuanxin Sect, but also perceived a fleeting sense of pressure.

This made him unable to understand, even suspecting it was an illusion; with his peerless cultivation and the status of the Xuanxin Sect leader, even if someone could defeat him, it was impossible for them to exert pressure on him.

Jinguang did not know that Yu Liancheng had already made a preliminary attempt to practice the "Mysterious Heart Profound Art," and the "Mysterious Heart Profound Art" was the supreme secret canon of the Xuanxin Sect, possessing a commanding role over all Xuanxin Sect techniques, supreme and absolute. In the original timeline, Jinguang was beaten by Yan Hongye, who had practiced the Mysterious Heart Profound Art, to the point of doubting his life, completely suppressed.

"Sect Leader, shall I go and investigate?" Qinglong was somewhat eager to try.

"Go." Jinguang nodded and withdrew his gaze.

Just as Green Dragon was about to slip away, Golden Light suddenly said again: "Wait, let Vermilion Bird go."

"Why is that?"

Golden Light said calmly: "Green Dragon, your temper is relatively impatient; you move to strike at the slightest disagreement. It is more steady for Vermilion Bird to go."

"Yes..." The corners of Qinglong's mouth twitched; he dared not disobey the sect leader's order.

"Then I am off."

Vermilion Bird was the only female among the Xuanxin Four Generals. Her face was exquisite and cute, her black crystal-like pupils turning nimbly, bright as a clear pool. Her petite figure appeared curvaceous under the support of her red armor, and the exposed skin was as fair as milk.

She cupped her fists toward the sect leader and turned into a rainbow light to flee.

It was a pity that by the time Vermilion Bird arrived at Baqiao, she could no longer find the figure of Yu Liancheng.

Chang'an.

Yu Liancheng and the two snakes, green and white, entered the city from Mingde Gate and stepped onto Vermilion Bird Street.

Yu Liancheng's expression was indifferent; he had been to Chang'an many times and there was truly nothing that could pique his interest.

Although Xiaobai had not seen much of the world, given her personality, even if she were curious or surprised, she always maintained a smile as gentle as water.

Xiaoqing opened her small mouth into a circle, looking here and there, feeling that her eyes were truly not enough. Before her eyes was a bustling crowd; to use the words of that guy surnamed Yu, it was like carriages flowing like water and horses like dragons. Among them, many merchants, travelers, scholars, and royalty went without saying. What interested Xiaoqing most was probably the foreigners in strange costumes.

There were Turkic people in light fur coats, long braided hair, and black leather boots. There were also Indian people wearing earrings and draped cloth. Even the strong, charcoal-black Kunlun slaves could be seen from time to time. In a short time, Xiaoqing saw people from more than a dozen different countries wearing strange clothes coming and going on the streets of Chang'an.

When she saw the Hu women wearing very revealing clothes with large areas of skin exposed, even Xiaoqing's face turned red.

The people of this prosperous age truly had an open mindset and social atmosphere.

It was just that this prosperity had already reached its end; perhaps before long, it would be trampled under horse hooves.

The three walked slowly along the street, casually admiring the scenery of Chang'an. After strolling for half a day, as it neared noon, they went up to a restaurant named "Feiyun Tower."

The three rested in a private room on the third floor. Xiaobai said: "Yu Liancheng, earlier at Baqiao, were we discovered by the people of the Xuanxin Sect?"

"Indeed, they discovered us." Yu Liancheng smiled: "But they didn't discover you and Xiaoqing; they discovered me. I have practiced the Mysterious Heart Profound Art, so I fear Jinguang sensed something."

Xiaobai picked up her teacup, took a light sip, and said worriedly: "If that is the case, we should not have entered the city. The Xuanxin Sect is located right in Chang'an City, and there are countless righteous experts."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "That is just as well to measure the means of the Xuanxin Sect."

"That's right, what is there to fear from them? One comes, we beat one." Xiaoqing clenched her delicate fist and waved it in the air. It looked casual, but it brought up a biting gale, clearly showing the astonishing power in this small fist. In fact, after being trained by Yu Liancheng for these past few days, this little green snake's cultivation had surged, and she had long wanted to find someone to duel.

Watching these two who feared nothing, Xiaobai sighed helplessly. She turned her head slightly, looking through the window at the bustling streets and the endless stream of people, and changed the subject: "The Extreme Joy Banquet is held at the Hua'eXianghuiPavilion in the Imperial Palace, and only those with a certain status can enter. The Imperial Palace is heavily guarded, and there are many people of the Dao within; I fear it will not be easy to get in."

"Do not worry, I have my own ways." Yu Liancheng looked as if he had everything under control.

Just then, noisy sounds came from downstairs, and it seemed something was smashed. Then they heard the manager say: "Miss Shangguan, I am truly sorry, the private room by the window on the third floor has already been booked by three distinguished guests. How about I change you to another private room? The private rooms by the windows on the second and fourth floors are both empty."

Being able to open such a restaurant in the Capital, as the manager of this building, he was naturally a person with a background, and both the underworld and the righteous path had to give him some face. Unfortunately, this time was an exception.

Then a haughty voice said: "What distinguished guests or not? I said the third-floor private room is not to be given to others. You have quite the nerve." After she finished speaking, there was a crackling sound, followed by several miserable cries; it seemed the manager had been struck by someone with a whip.

Before long, the shopkeeper's tone was indeed a few degrees weaker as he said, "The new waiter doesn't know any better; I will go and discuss this with the guests in the third-floor private room right now."

"Hmph, no need, I'll go myself."

The woman's voice rang out.

Immediately following, a "thud-thud-thud" vibration came from the stairs, along with quite a noisy sound of footsteps.

After a moment, the door to the private room was pushed open, and a young girl in a green dress entered first; her appearance was pretty, her figure especially voluptuous, and the two mounds in her bodice looked as if they were about to pop out. Only, there was a hint of ferocity between her brows, and she held a long whip in her hand, making people afraid to get close.

Behind the woman was a group of wolf-like and tiger-like servants; they walked with vigor, their temples bulging high, and although they were not people who cultivated the Dao, they all possessed impressive martial arts, and each contained a hidden murderous aura, clearly having killed people before.

"You three, get out of here for me quickly, otherwise don't blame this young lady for being heartless under her whip." The woman's willow-leaf brows arched in anger, and she flicked the long whip in her hand through the air, producing a crisp "crack" sound.

"Three guests, this is Miss Shangguan, the younger sister whom Great General Shangguan dotes on the most. Would the three of you please move to the adjacent room; today's wine and food are on the house." The boss's face was bruised and swollen, and there were marks from being whipped on his clothes.

If it were Yu Liancheng or Bai Suzhen, they might have truly let the matter rest, but it just so happened that Xiaoqing was there.

Xiaoqing had never been one with a good temper; that she didn't reward this Miss Shangguan with a slap the first moment was already considered quite restrained.

Crack! She slapped the table with her fair hand and snapped, "Stinking woman, you're the one who should get out."

Shangguan Yu'er was the younger sister of Great General Shangguan Yuanfan, and she was a woman with a violent and self-centered personality. Added to the fact that she had recently learned her brother intended to marry her off to the son of a high official, she already had anger in her heart; at this moment, being provoked by Xiaoqing, she was even more furious. When she saw Xiaoqing's incomparably charming face, she paused slightly, then a cold sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Someone, pin this woman down; I want to carve a few words on her face to let her know the consequences of offending me, Shangguan Yu'er." Shangguan Yu'er's tone sounded like she was eager to try, like a girl who had found a toy, yet it was so vicious and so chilling.

"Eldest Miss, now is the time when the Extreme Joy Banquet is being held, with ten thousand nations coming to pay tribute; if some trouble is stirred up..." a servant nearby frowned and said.

"Hmph, the soldiers patrolling Chang'an are my brother's men; as long as you don't blabber about it, do you think it will reach the ears of the Emperor?"

Shangguan Yu'er gave a cold snort and cracked her whip again: "If you don't listen to me, do you want me to do it myself?"

The few wolf-like servants looked at each other, helpless, and had no choice but to obey, walking toward Xiaoqing.

A petal-like smile hung on the corner of Shangguan Yu'er's mouth as she clicked her tongue and sighed, "What a beautiful face; should I carve 'cheap woman', or should I carve 'ugly woman', or perhaps carve both?"

Xiaoqing was so angry her delicate body trembled; she swept a glance at Yu Liancheng with her beautiful eyes, gritting her teeth.

Yu Liancheng showed a smile and made a gesture of invitation.

This was his agreement with Xiaoqing and Xiaobai: after entering the Capital, if they needed to take action, they had to ask first.

Following that, Yu Liancheng then casually picked up a wine pot, poured a cup of wine, and took a light sip.

Time to watch the show.

"Offense taken, miss." The few servants lunged over.

"Offense your mother's head."

Xiaoqing suddenly transformed into a streak of green light, appearing before the few people in an instant.

Amidst the cursing, her fair hand swiftly pressed toward the few burly men.

Then came the sound of "bang-bang," and the few servants were sent flying horizontally like torn sacks, smashing into windows and walls, and flying directly off the third floor.

Bai Suzhen let out a soft breath; it was fortunate that Xiaoqing knew her limits, otherwise these few people would likely have been turned into a puddle of meat paste directly.

Immediately following, Xiaoqing appeared before Shangguan Yu'er, her gaze as cold as a venomous snake.

Shangguan Yu'er retreated two steps, a look of horror appearing on her face.

Those few servants of hers were chosen by Shangguan Yuanfan from the army, and each was an expert who could take on a hundred, yet under Xiaoqing's hands, they were as fragile as young children.

But Shangguan Yu'er's reaction was not slow; she lashed out with her whip, and the air emitted a shrill roar; she had been guided by famous masters, and her whip technique was extraordinary.

A cold, murderous aura overflowed.

However, Xiaoqing flicked her finger, and the long whip, which had been refined with secret techniques, instantly shattered into countless pieces with a crackling sound. Immediately after, Xiaoqing opened her arm, and even though she and Shangguan Yu'er were clearly still a distance apart, the latter's neck was grabbed.

"What a beautiful face; should I carve 'cheap woman', or should I carve 'ugly woman', or perhaps carve both?" A smile as sweet as honey spread across the corner of Xiaoqing's mouth; one hand pinched Shangguan Yu'er's neck, and a surge of magic power was channeled into the other's body, causing the latter to lose all strength.

"You, you dare? My brother is Shangguan Yuanfan, Great General Shangguan..." Shangguan Yu'er's face was pale, yet she still said, putting on a brave front.

"So, do I not dare?" Xiaoqing giggled: "Why don't we make a bet and try it; let's bet on whether I dare to write words on your face."

While speaking, her slender fingers lightly traced across Shangguan Yu'er's face, very gently.

But where her sharp nails passed, Shangguan Yu'er immediately felt a knife-like pain, leaving shallow wounds, and warm blood slid down her face.

"You... you..."

Shangguan Yu'er's eyes widened, her whole body trembling.

"Stop."

Just at this moment, another delicate shout rang out.

Accompanying it was a dazzling purple talisman.