91: Chapter 91 Immortal King Fang Zhen's Courage Shakes the Hearts of Ministers; Imperial Preceptor and Ancestral Master Join Forces to Welcome Him

"When I, Ye Xiu, do things, I only follow my heart! I saved the State Preceptor because I found Jiang Baigui pleasing to the eye!"

Ye Xiu leaned down abruptly, pressing both hands onto Prince Zhenbei's desk, his wild and handsome face nearly touching the tip of Prince Zhenbei's nose.

"Listen well, Ling Yinfeng."

"I don't even care about the old Emperor, so you, a mere vassal king, are nothing but a fart in front of me!"

"I'm taking these four women with me. Consider it the compensation for the shock my brothers suffered."

Ye Xiu straightened up and arrogantly patted Prince Zhenbei's stiff cheeks, creating a "slap, slap" sound.

This was the ultimate humiliation, even more insulting than killing him!

"I'll let your head stay on your shoulders for a few more days."

"If I discover you daring to plot anything behind my back against me or those around me again..."

Ye Xiu turned around abruptly and waved his large sleeve.

"Boom!!!"

The thousand-jin white jade door of Cangfeng Pavilion was instantly blasted into dust by an invisible, violent Sword Qi!

The white jade dust filled the air, falling like snow in front of Cangfeng Pavilion.

That door, which had cost a fortune and was carved with top-tier defensive Formations, was reduced to nothingness by a casual wave of Ye Xiu's violent Sword Qi, not even a complete fragment remaining!

Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.

Prince Zhenbei, Ling Yinfeng, slumped in his dragon-tiger chair.

His face, usually well-maintained and full of the dignity of a warlord, was now deathly pale, devoid of any color.

He gasped for air, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a waterfall, soaking the four-clawed python robe that symbolized his power.

In that instant, when Ye Xiu's face was close to his, and those two crisp slaps landed on his cheeks, he truly felt the chill of death.

He had no doubt that if he had dared to resist in the slightest, or even shown a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, this white-clad madman, who resembled a god or demon, would have twisted his head off without hesitation!

"Come... someone! Protect me! Where are the death soldiers outside?! Where are the hidden guards?!"

Only after Ye Xiu turned away did Prince Zhenbei seem to wake from a nightmare of drowning in the deep sea.

Like a gambler who had lost all his chips, he roared hoarsely at the empty night outside the hall.

His Prince of Zhenbei's Manor was known as a Dragon's den and tiger's lair where not even a fly could enter!

There were three thousand elite armored troops lying in ambush outside, over a hundred Divine Treasury Realm hidden guards, and even a Heavenly Human Realm Guest Elder holding the line!

With this force, even the Emperor's Imperial Guard could be held off for a while!

But why, after such a terrifying commotion erupted in the hall just now, was there not a single sound outside?!

As the dust gradually settled, the scene outside Cangfeng Pavilion was finally revealed to Prince Zhenbei and the trembling Perfected Lord Tian and others hiding in the corner.

The moment he saw what was outside, Prince Zhenbei's voice seemed to be choked off in his throat by an invisible hand.

His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and he was struck as if by lightning!

The courtyard outside was indeed filled with people.

The hidden guards and elite armored troops he was so proud of were indeed all there.

But they were all frozen in place, as if under an immobilization spell, maintaining their postures of drawing swords or charging!

In every one of their eyes, there was an extreme tremor and despair originating from the depths of their Souls.

And in the very center of these completely suppressed elite troops, in that bluestone courtyard illuminated by moonlight, two people stood quietly.

On the left stood a man in a green Confucian robe with slightly frosted temples; his temperament was as gentle as jade, yet it carried an aura of righteous energy that could encompass the world.

He stood there quietly, yet seemed to be the absolute center of this world.

He was the number one figure of the current world's reforms, the State Preceptor of Yankang—Jiang Baigui!

Beside Jiang Baigui stood a boy in Daoist robes, who looked no more than twelve or thirteen, with red lips, white teeth, and a vermilion mark between his brows.

The boy looked innocent and lively, but his clear eyes held a depth and world-weariness that had seen through the entire Mortal World.

The Supreme of the Daoist School, the authority of the martial world—the Young Patriarch!

Seeing these two appear in his manor's courtyard at the same time, Prince Zhenbei felt darkness before his eyes, his strength seemingly drained in an instant.

It was over.

Everything was over.

Ye Xiu alone had already used his unreasonable Immortal King martial power to crush all his schemes and ambushes into powder.

Now, even the two most terrifying pillars of the Yankang Kingdom had arrived together at his Prince of Zhenbei's Manor!

"State Preceptor... Ancestral Master..."

Prince Zhenbei's face was ashen; he couldn't even muster the thought of running away.

In front of these three Supreme beings, he didn't even have the qualification to commit suicide.

However, a scene occurred that left Prince Zhenbei, the old monsters from the Southern Border struggling to survive in the hall, and even Qiu Dieyi and Long Jiaonan in disbelief.

The State Preceptor of Yankang, Jiang Baigui, and the Young Patriarch in the courtyard didn't even glance at Prince Zhenbei sitting in the main seat of the hall.

Their gazes passed over the mess on the floor.

They fell naturally, and even with a hint of respect, upon that white-clad madman who was swaggering out while embracing four stunning beauties.

Then, in the terrified gaze of everyone present, that State Preceptor of Yankang, Jiang Baigui, who held power over the court and was second only to the Emperor, actually straightened his Confucian robe slightly, folded his hands, and bowed extremely solemnly to Ye Xiu!

"Jiang Baigui, along with the Ancestral Master of the Daoist School, has been waiting here for a long time. Greetings, Cult Leader Ye."

And the Young Patriarch beside him, whose seniority was terrifyingly high and whom even the Emperor had to show some respect to, also smiled and performed a Daoist salute, his voice crisp but resounding like a great bell:

"I heard that you, kid, were 'experiencing the Mortal World' at the Prince of Zhenbei's Manor tonight, so the State Preceptor and I came to take a look while we were in the neighborhood."

"But fearing to be impolite, we had to shamelessly wait for half an hour out here in the wind."

Boom!

As soon as these two sentences were spoken, the air in the entire Prince of Zhenbei's Manor seemed to freeze.

Prince Zhenbei sat in his chair, mouth slightly agape, completely dumbfounded.

Waiting?

These two great figures who stood at the pinnacle of the world had actually arrived long ago!

And, knowing full well what was happening inside, they hadn't barged in.

Instead, to avoid disturbing Ye Xiu's leisure, they had obediently stood in this courtyard and blown in the cold wind for half an hour?!

What kind of status was this?

What kind of prestige was this?

This directly elevated Ye Xiu to a terrifying height above the entire Yankang Kingdom!

Perfected Lord Tian, sitting beside the remains of the couch, wished she could bury herself in the cracks of the floor tiles.

She finally understood what kind of existence she had provoked.

In front of this man, they, the so-called Southern Border luminaries and old monsters, were just like cockroaches in the sewer, utterly ridiculous!

"Yo, you two are quite well-informed."

Facing the respectful wait of these two world Supremes, Ye Xiu was not at all flattered; instead, he raised his eyebrows quite casually.

He stopped, and the arms embracing the four stunning beauties on his left and right not only did not let go, but held them even tighter.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the pair of Western Region twins in his arms who had been softened like mud by his Immortal King aura just now.

"Are you cold?"

"I think we shouldn't disturb Prince Zhenbei any further; let's go back and rest early!"