519: Three Guarantees Service

"god realm shards!" Xiao Jingyan stood up abruptly, his black robes fluttering. His face, which had remained indifferent for a thousand years, finally showed excitement, and a burning light burst from his eyes. He had waited for this day for far too long. "Xiao Lei, Xiao Feng, Xiao Yan!" he called out in a deep voice, his words piercing through the palace and reaching into the depths of the Nether Emperor Palace.

Two figures quickly responded and arrived, kneeling beside Xiao Lei. One wore green robes and had an elegant figure, with wind blades swirling around him—this was the Wind Shadow Demon Venerable, Xiao Feng;

The other wore red robes, his aura scorching, with blazing flames rising around him—this was the Flame Shadow Demon Venerable, Xiao Yan. The Three Great Demon Generals were now gathered, their demonic auras intertwining, causing the vengeful spirits and remnant souls in the hall to wail incessantly.

"You three, lead one thousand elite Nether Guards each and head to the Fallen Immortal Valley in the Eternal World immediately." Xiao Jingyan's voice carried an unquestionable command. "No matter what obstacles you encounter, or who your opponent is, you must bring back the god realm shards! If anyone stands in your way, kill them without mercy!"

"Yes! Master!" The Three Great Demon Generals accepted the command in unison, their voices echoing through the Nether Emperor Palace. Having followed Xiao Jingyan for a thousand years, they knew how important these god realm shards were to their master and understood that this matter concerned the future of the Netherworld.

Afterward, the Three Great Demon Generals turned and left. Outside the Nether Emperor Palace, the sound of orderly footsteps and the roars of Ghost Soldiers instantly rang out.

One thousand thunder-type Nether Guards, one thousand wind-type Nether Guards, and one thousand fire-type Nether Guards, led by the Three Great Demon Generals respectively, assembled at the Gate of the Netherworld.

The black Gate of the Netherworld slowly opened, and the dense, sinister aura collided with the Spiritual Qi of the Eternal World, forming a massive energy vortex.

The Three Great Demon Generals led the vast army of Nether Guards into the vortex, racing toward the Fallen Immortal Valley in the Eternal World.

Meanwhile, in the Eternal World, the celestial phenomena at the Fallen Immortal Valley had already spread to all the major powers.

Whether it was the top-tier Sects in control of their regions, such as the Qingyun Sect and Danxia Valley, or the ancient noble families and Demonic Path Sects hidden in the shadows, all had learned that the god realm shards might be hidden behind the phenomena.

The temptation of the god realm shards was enough to drive all powers mad—they were supreme treasures capable of breaking through the shackles of cultivation Realms and even controlling the Space-Time Laws.

For a time, the major powers of the Eternal World all took action.

The Qingyun Sect dispatched several Nascent Soul Elders to lead Core Disciples straight to the Fallen Immortal Valley;

Danxia Valley deployed its Sect's secret treasure, carrying elite Disciples as they rushed there at high speed;

Even the Demonic Path Schools that had been in seclusion for many years appeared one after another, sharpening their blades.

Countless Cultivators surged toward the Fallen Immortal Valley like a tide, and the air was thick with tension... At the Peak of the Eternal Continent, Yan City stood majestically in the center of the world. Various figures moved between the gray bricks and black tiles, while swallows flitted under the eaves, testifying to the origin of the name "Yan City." But more surprising than the swallows filling the sky were the rules of this city—it was the only free city on the entire continent without a city lord or any noble family entrenched in it.

Rumor had it that a hundred years ago, a top-tier noble family coveted the wealth of Yan City and forcibly established a residence to claim dominance, only to have their entire family slaughtered overnight, with even their residence turned to ash. Later, a Nascent Soul Cultivator declared himself city lord, but within three days, he was found dead in a gruesome manner, his head severed. Rumors flew, and everyone suspected this was the work of the Devil Head Liu Yan. From then on, no one dared to touch the control of Yan City.

Yet, Yan City did not fall into chaos; instead, its order was strictly enforced to a terrifying degree. Ten iron rules were carved on the black stone monument at the city gate. Regardless of status, violators would be killed on the spot by the suddenly appearing Yan Guards. Those Yan Guards wore black clothes, had eerie auras, and struck ruthlessly without ever failing. Over time, the world came to understand—the true Dominator behind this free city was Liu Yan.

Liu Yan was never one for boasting. He often disguised himself as an ordinary person and mingled in the streets and alleys of Yan City, sometimes as a street-corner scholar, sometimes as a marketplace vendor, sometimes painting, and sometimes drinking and gambling. No one knew his true identity. At this moment, dressed in green robes, he was posing as an elegant scholar, sitting in a top-floor private room of the most famous den of luxury in Yan City—Xiaohong Tower. Before him on a jade table were tea and snacks, and his gaze fell upon the woman dancing in the hall.

That woman was Chen Shishi, the top courtesan of Xiaohong Tower. She was proficient in the zither, go, calligraphy, and painting, and her beauty was enough to topple cities. Even the Elders of various Sects on the Eternal Continent had come because of her reputation, just to drink tea and play go with her. At this moment, she wore a silk dress with flowing sleeves, her dance steps as light as a butterfly's. The jade pendant at her waist jingled with her movements, and her eyes held a hint of distant gentleness, locking the gaze of every guest in the room.

Before the song ended, the door to the private room was gently pushed open, and the madam, Sister Yan, walked in with a face full of smiles, followed by two maidservants. She first gave a respectful bow to Liu Yan before carefully interrupting the dance in the hall: "Young Master Song, I am truly sorry to disturb your enjoyment."

Liu Yan looked up, his fingertip lightly tapping the table, his tone indifferent: "What is it?" At this moment, he was using the alias "Song Qing," posing as a down-and-out scholar, yet his tone held an unquestionable composure.

Sister Yan, with extreme caution, whispered: "It is Young Master Su Mubai from the Qingyun Sect. He specifically asked to see Young Miss Shishi. You know, Young Master Su is a powerhouse ranked ninth on the World's Hero Rankings. He entered the Nascent Soul Early Stage at a young age and is a rare cultivation genius seen once in a thousand years. He is also the Personal Disciple of the Qingyun Sect's Sect Master, known as the 'Jade-Faced Gentleman.' We really cannot afford to offend him."

Mentioning Su Mubai, Sister Yan's face was full of dread. On the surface, Su Mubai was refined and strictly followed the way of a gentleman, but in reality, he was narrow-minded, extremely jealous, and ruthless in his methods. Previously, a Cultivator had accidentally offended him and was secretly wiped out along with his entire family. It was only because of the power of the Qingyun Sect and his disguise that no one dared to expose him.

Hearing this, a cold, sharp smile curled at the corner of Liu Yan's mouth, and his fingers under the green sleeves curled slightly: "Your Xiaohong Tower is a power that has spanned the continent for thousands of years. The tower master is a legend who has one foot in the Realm of Ascension, and the ten Protector Elders are all top powerhouses at the Peak of Undergoing Tribulation. What, you can't even handle a junior at the Nascent Soul Early Stage?"

"Young Master Song must be joking." Sister Yan waved her hands quickly, the smile on her face becoming even more bitter. "Inside Xiaohong Tower, naturally, no one dares to cause trouble. Even if Su Mubai had a hundred times the courage, he wouldn't dare to act wildly here. But I've heard that Su Mubai is narrow-minded and holds grudges. I'm afraid he will hold a grudge against you and plot against you in secret after you leave Xiaohong Tower—though our Xiaohong Tower is strong, we cannot guard against such underhanded methods."

Liu Yan suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter clear but carrying an invisible pressure that made the window frames of the private room rattle slightly: "I almost forgot, your Xiaohong Tower is known as the number one den of luxury on the continent and has a 'Three-Guarantee Service'—guaranteed satisfaction, guaranteed comfort, and guaranteed safety. Even after a guest leaves Xiaohong Tower, you guarantee a year of safety, prohibiting all adverse actions arising from guest disputes. What, does this rule no longer count?"