56: The value of the No. 1 room

"Boom—!"

A world-shaking explosion shattered the ten-thousand-mile sea of clouds before the Feiyue Sect's mountain gate.

The sect-protecting grand array that had stood for thousands of years was now like a fragile eggshell, crushed under a single foot.

Amidst the billowing dust.

A figure as burly as an iron tower slowly walked out.

A single pitch-Black Horn grew from his head, and his body was shrouded in a nauseating, blood-red Devilish Qi; with every step, the ground trembled.

Fentian Demon Palace, Saint King Black Horn.

"Sect Master Feiyue, get out here!"

Saint King Black Horn gave a sinister laugh and reached out toward the square below.

"Bang!"

Several Elders who tried to stop him didn't even have time to scream before they exploded into mists of blood.

"Lord Black Horn! Please, show mercy!"

Sect Master Feiyue rushed out from the ruins with disheveled hair, blood at the corners of his mouth, and eyes filled with terror.

"We... we're already contacting the Saintess!"

"It's just... we haven't reached her yet..."

"Haven't reached her?"

Saint King Black Horn's gaze turned cold, and his large hand, covered in black scales, suddenly lashed out.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Sect Master Feiyue was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, hurtling thousands of feet away and smashing violently into the main peak of the back mountain.

The entire mountain peak collapsed with a roar.

"Useless trash!"

"I gave you three months, and this is the answer you give me?"

Saint King Black Horn took a step forward and instantly appeared before a core Elder, grabbing him by the neck and lifting him into the air.

"Speak."

"Where is that bitch?"

"Speak, or die."

The Elder's Face turned the color of pig liver, his legs kicking wildly as he seemed on the verge of death.

"Stop!"

An aged voice rang out.

From the Feiyue Sect's back mountain Forbidden Ground, a streak of light shot into the sky.

It was the Feiyue Sect's sole Foundation, a Saint Old Ancestor with declining vitality.

He stood before Black Horn, bowing with cupped hands in an extremely humble posture.

"Saint King, please calm your anger."

"It's not that we refuse to hand her over, it's just that... the Saintess is currently not in the sect."

Black Horn casually tossed the Elder to the ground like a piece of trash.

He squinted at the Old Ancestor, his tone chilling.

"Where?"

"Wan... Wanbao City, the Su Family."

The Old Ancestor gritted his teeth and spoke up despite his fear:

Check the Saintess, An Wanrou, has now sought refuge with the Su Family Old Ancestor, Su Xuanchen.

"And... according to the news sent back, the Saintess's primordial yin is still intact, but she seems... she seems to have become Su Xuanchen's plaything."

"The Su Family?"

Black Horn was stunned for a moment, then burst into a deafening fit of wild laughter.

"Hahahaha!"

"A mere upstart Family that just popped up dares to lay a hand on a cultivation vessel of the Fentian Demon Palace?"

"They truly don't know how to spell the word 'death'!"

The Old Ancestor hesitated but still whispered a warning:

"Lord Saint King, do not underestimate the enemy."

"Half a year ago, Su Xuanchen killed the Quasi-Saint King Old Man Black Devil with a single palm strike. He is suspected... suspected to have the combat power of a Saint King."

"Furthermore, he has a deep relationship with the Imperial Court's Ninth Princess..."

"Slap!"

Another loud slap followed.

The Feiyue Sect Old Ancestor was spun around three times by the slap, half of his cheek swelling up high and his teeth scattering across the ground.

"Noisy!"

Black Horn withdrew his hand, his eyes full of contempt.

"Saint King combat power?"

"He's nothing but a country bumpkin relying on a few secret treasures to act tough."

"The number of so-called 'geniuses' I've killed is more than the grains of rice he's eaten!"

"As for the Imperial Court's Ninth Princess..."

"The Emperor is about to abdicate, and the Imperial Court is currently in a state of chaos. Who would care about her?"

"It just so happens that on this trip to Wanbao City, if I can also capture that Ninth Princess..."

Boom!

Black Horn wasted no more words. His figure transformed into a streak of pitch-black demonic light, tearing through the Void Realm as he sped toward Wanbao City.

Leaving behind only the wreckage of the Feiyue Sect and a group of trembling Elders.

"It's over..."

Sect Master Feiyue crawled out from the ruins, his Face ashen as he watched the departing demonic light.

"When gods fight, Mortals suffer."

"The sky of the Sacred Ruins Continent is about to fall."

...Myriad Dao Immortal City.

This was the headquarters of the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance and the most prosperous den of luxury in the entire Sacred Ruins Continent.

Today, it was exceptionally lively.

The top-tier auction, claimed to be a "once-in-ten-thousand-years" event, was about to begin here.

On the massive floating island, palaces stood in clusters, and Auspicious Beasts roamed.

Countless powerful auras converged from all directions.

"Look! That's the Sword Boat of the Lingxiao Sword Sect!"

A cry of surprise rose from the crowd.

"That's the Nine-Headed Lion Carriage of the Heavenly Demon Palace!"

Giants from all sides gathered together.

Saints were as common as dogs, and half-step Saint Kings were everywhere.

Just then.

"Buzz!"

There was no world-shaking pomp or grand display.

A pitch-black divine boat without any markings silently landed on the auction house's massive white jade square.

The cabin door opened.

A young man dressed in a starlight robe slowly walked out.

He looked lazy, with his hands behind his back, as if he were strolling through his own back garden.

Behind him followed a man in black, like a shadow.

Su Xuanchen.

Su Jie.

"This is the Myriad Dao Immortal City?"

Su Xuanchen glanced around and nodded.

"It's a bit more impressive than Wanbao City."

"But only slightly."

The surrounding Cultivators looked over, their eyes filled with disdain.

Where did this bumpkin come from?

Such a big mouth?

However.

In the next second.

The Gold-robed manager of the Myriad Dao Immortal Alliance, who was usually so arrogant that he didn't even care about Saints, actually came running over.

The fat on his Face crinkled into a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum.

"Oh! Head of the Su Family!"

"You've finally arrived!"

"Quickly, quickly! Please, come inside!"

The Gold-robed manager bowed, his posture as humble as a waiter's, as he led the way.

This scene left the Cultivators waiting in line to enter dumbfounded.

"Who is that person?"

"Such great Face? Even Manager Jin personally came out to welcome him?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!"

Someone recognized Su Xuanchen, and their expression changed drastically.

"That's the Su Family Old Ancestor! The ruthless man who killed Old Man Black Devil with a single slap!"

"Hiss—"

The sound of people gasping in cold air rose one after another.

Su Xuanchen ignored the surrounding gazes and followed Manager Jin without hindrance, heading straight to the top floor of the auction house.

There were only a few private boxes there.

Each one represented the highest power and status in the Sacred Ruins Continent.

"Head of the Su Family, your seat is in 'Heaven Room Number One'."

Manager Jin stood before a purple-gold door carved with True Dragons and colorful phoenixes, respectfully handing over a jade plaque.

"This was specially reserved for you by the Ninth Princess."

"Heaven Number One?"

Su Xuanchen raised an eyebrow.

This little Phoenix sure knows how to draw aggro for him.

"Alright, I see."

Su Xuanchen took the jade plaque and pushed the door open to enter... Inside the box.

The space was vast, and the decor was luxurious to the extreme.

The floor was paved with ten-thousand-year warm jade, the walls were hung with calligraphy and paintings personally brushed by Great Saints, and even the tea set on the table was carved from a single piece of Enlightenment Stone.

And on the large, soft couch.

A figure in a pale gold palace dress was leaning lazily against it.

Ninth Princess Ji Lanxi.

"You're late."

Ji Lanxi toyed with a white jade wine cup, speaking without even looking up.

Her voice was cold, yet it carried a hint of subtle resentment.

Su Xuanchen smiled, walked straight to the seat opposite her, and unceremoniously picked up the wine flask to pour himself a cup.

"The road was a bit congested."

"As you know, there are too many people wanting to cling to my Su Family's thighs these days; I have to clear roadblocks just to go out."

Ji Lanxi rolled her eyes.

"Smooth-talker."

Just then.

"Ding!"

A crisp System notification sounded without warning in Su Xuanchen's mind.

『Warning! Warning!』

『Peerless Fate detected!』

Su Xuanchen's hand holding the wine cup suddenly paused.

『Name: Yu Xin (Hidden Identity: Reincarnation of the Primeval Human King)』

Physique: Human King Sacred Body (Unawakened, Sealed)』

『Fate: Purple-Gold Grade · Sovereign of Humanity

『Current Status: Memories sealed, Bloodline dormant.』

System Evaluation: This girl is the Reincarnation of a wisp of obsession from the Primeval Human King, carrying the Luck of the Human Race. If the host can marry her, the host can use the Luck of the Human Race to forge a supreme Foundation!』

『Suggestion: Take her! You must take her! This is a top-tier wife even rarer than the Nine Phoenix Sacred Body!』