93: Chapter 93 Xia Jin Arrives in the Lieyang Dynasty

On the very day before the Wolf Lord and his group prepared to enter the Green Lotus Secret Realm, Xia Jin had already arrived at the capital of the Lieyang Dynasty—Yongning City.

Unfortunately, after some investigation, he did not obtain any useful information.

Why did the Great Qian and the Three Northern Frontier Kingdoms suddenly join forces to invade Lieyang? Among the common people of the Lieyang Dynasty, not a single soul knew why, and there were barely even any discussions about it.

"Could it be that I need to wait a few more days in this Yongning City!?" Xia Jin sat in a private room on the second floor of a teahouse, looking out the window with a hint of boredom.

The invasion of the Lieyang Dynasty's border by the Great Qian and the Northern Frontier had only happened in the last two days; perhaps the news had not yet widely reached Yongning City.

Just as he was about to leave the teahouse, he suddenly heard a voice of slightly excited conversation coming from the innermost private room. An ordinary person might not have heard it clearly, but to Xia Jin's ears, every word was distinct.

"...The allied forces of the Great Qian and the Three Northern Frontier Kingdoms are coming on aggressively this time. I heard that three border cities have already been lost in just two days! Uncle, I am truly uneasy. Should we temporarily leave the imperial capital and go south to take refuge first!?" A young voice rang out, clearly carrying a trace of anxiety.

"What are you panicking about!" Another slightly more composed voice rang out, seemingly deliberately lowering its volume, "Don't forget, we in Lieyang have the two Old Ancestors from Qingfeng Temple guarding us! Immortal Master Ziyang and Daoist Xuanming are both existences in the Land Immortal Realm. With them joining forces, who in the world can stand against them?"

"Eighth Brother is right!" Another voice rang out, carrying a hint of sycophancy, "With the two Old Ancestors here, whether it's the Great Qian or the Three Northern Frontier Kingdoms, they are nothing but clowns!"

"Exactly. So we don't need to worry too much. Come, drink tea."

A burst of low laughter immediately sounded in the private room, filled with a sense of ease.

"Qingfeng Temple? Two Old Ancestors in the Land Immortal Realm?"

After hearing this, Xia Jin couldn't help but frown. He was not surprised that the Lieyang Dynasty also possessed powerhouses in the Land Immortal Realm. However, he became somewhat interested in the phrase those people said later: "With the two Old Ancestors joining forces, who in the world can stand against them!"

Could it be that those two, by combining their strength, were actually stronger than that black flood dragon!?

Xia Jin couldn't help but sneer; he simply didn't believe it. He had personally experienced how formidable that black flood dragon was.

However, he still prepared to go over and inquire about those two so-called Old Ancestors.

Xia Jin walked to the door, not using any force, and just raised his hand to gently push forward.

"Bang~!"

The heavy wooden door of the private room seemed to be struck by an invisible, immense force; it instantly detached from the door frame and slammed fiercely against the interior wall, sending wood splinters flying!

"Who!?"

Everyone in the private room stood up in shock, their gazes fixed intently on the doorway. The Eighth Prince of the Lieyang Dynasty, who was sitting in the center, also looked toward the door in a mix of shock and rage, and the teacup in his hand was smashed to the ground with an angry "snap."

"Audacious!" The Eighth Prince's face was as gloomy as water as he looked at Xia Jin, who had walked in, "Who are you? To dare disturb the royal family is a capital offense! Someone, take him down for me!"

Hearing the Eighth Prince's words, the two guards behind him reacted extremely quickly; they instantly drew their blades and lunged at Xia Jin from left and right!

"The royal family of the Lieyang Dynasty!?" Xia Jin sneered. He only glanced indifferently at the two figures rushing toward him, and the space seemed to become somewhat distorted.

"Urgh ah~!"

The movements of the two guards froze in mid-air; they let out a wail, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed limply to the ground, fainting dead away.

"You... you actually dare to..." Everyone in the private room narrowed their eyes, their faces turning pale with fright. The Eighth Prince even raised his hand, pointing at Xia Jin, his eye corners trembling continuously.

Xia Jin casually flicked his robe sleeve.

A force swept through the entire private room. Except for the Eighth Prince, who stood frozen in place unable to move, everyone else collapsed simultaneously, falling into a faint.

The Eighth Prince only felt his whole body restrained by an invisible force, and deep fear could not help but leak from his eyes.

"Relax! I'm only looking for you because I want to ask about some things clearly!" Xia Jin walked over with a smile, then sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, took a light sip, and only then looked at the Eighth Prince.

"You... what do you want to ask?" The Eighth Prince gritted his teeth and asked hurriedly.

"Qing... feng... Temple." Xia Jin put down his teacup, "Explain clearly the matter regarding those two Old Ancestors of your Lieyang Dynasty."

"Don't even think about it... This Highness will absolutely not betray..." The Eighth Prince's expression changed instantly upon hearing the words Qingfeng Temple.

Xia Jin did not answer, only narrowing his gaze slightly.

The Eighth Prince immediately felt a huge pressure weighing down on him; his knees went weak, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

"I'll tell you... I'll tell you!!"

"Qing... Qingfeng Temple is... on the summit of Piaomiao Peak, three hundred miles northwest of Yongning City... It is... it is the state-protecting holy temple of my Lieyang Dynasty... The two Old Ancestors, Ziyang and Xuanming... have been in long-term seclusion in this temple, but... but whenever the country faces a great disaster, they will always appear... Regarding this border matter, my Imperial Father said... said the Old Ancestors have their own arrangements, telling us not to worry... I... I only know this much... really..."

At this moment, the Eighth Prince was somewhat incoherent, having long since lost his previous arrogance.

"So that's how it is, up on that Piaomiao Peak!" After listening, Xia Jin stood up slowly, walked to the front of the Eighth Prince, and raised his hand to gently pat the other person's shoulder.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

As soon as the words fell, the Eighth Prince's eyes glazed over, and he also collapsed limply to the ground in a faint, and Xia Jin's figure subsequently faded away.

At the foot of Piaomiao Peak.

Outside a small village.

Xia Jin restrained his aura and sat down under an old locust tree outside the village.

He held a flask of wine in his hand, pouring and drinking by himself, his gaze occasionally piercing through the layers of clouds and mist, landing on the mountain summit.

Under his intentional Spiritual Perception, he could indeed feel two vast and imposing auras atop that mountain. Presumably, those were the two Old Ancestors the Eighth Prince spoke of.

"If judging solely by their auras, these two are indeed much stronger than that Lu Tiancheng! But compared to that black flood dragon, they are not even on the same level of existence!" Xia Jin swallowed some of the fine wine in his mouth and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Little brother, look, there is a person over there!!"

Xia Jin heard a pleasant child's voice and looked up toward the village entrance. He saw two little children, about six or seven years old, wearing patched, coarse linen clothes and trousers, their cheeks flushed red as they watched him from not far away.

No, to be more precise, they should be looking at the two plates of beautiful pastries in front of him that had not yet been eaten, unconsciously swallowing their saliva.

He couldn't help but smile and waved at the two children.

"What's the matter, do you want to eat?"

The two children nodded vigorously, then shrank their necks in a bit of fear.

"If you like them, take them and eat." Xia Jin pushed the plates forward.

The girl among them was bolder; she cautiously reached out and took a piece of osmanthus cake, then helped her younger brother take one as well. The two of them held the pastries as if they had obtained some extraordinary treasure, and with bright smiles, they turned around and were about to run into the village.

After running a few steps, the girl suddenly stopped and tugged at her younger brother. She remembered her mother saying that one must express gratitude when receiving things from others. She quickly pulled her younger brother to turn back, preparing to say thank you to the handsome big brother.

But the moment they turned around,

The space under the tree was completely empty.

On the bluestone, the wine flask and plates were still there, but the person had already disappeared.

"Immortal... Little brother, was that person just now an Immortal?" The girl rubbed her eyes and looked blankly at her younger brother beside her.

Almost at the same moment.

At the summit of Piaomiao Peak, a spatial fluctuation suddenly arrived; although slight, it could not escape Xia Jin's Divine Sense.

Under the locust tree, Xia Jin's figure had long since vanished without a trace.

"Finally... have you come out."