92: Chapter 92 The Immortal King, proud and aloof, neglects court duties; the two peerless masters sincerely invite him to the Imperial Academy.

"No... I'm not cold... With Cult Leader Ye here, my body... is burning hot."

Being stared at by Ye Xiu's aggressive gaze and hearing his words, which completely ignored everyone else around them.

Yilan, the bolder sister among the pair of Western Hu Girl twins in his arms, forced herself to endure the weakness in her legs.

She replied in a coquettish, sweet voice tinged with an exotic flair.

She even boldly pressed her fair, voluptuous body firmly against Ye Xiu's chest, which was radiating Pure Yang True Fire.

"Hahaha, being hot is good. The spring night is short; I really shouldn't waste time on these lifeless old turtles."

Ye Xiu threw his head back and laughed, his laughter filled with an unbridled arrogance that acknowledged no equal.

He didn't even spare a glance for Prince Zhenbei, who was slumped on the ground in the main hall, or the few old monsters from the Southern Border; he simply held them one on each side.

He held these four peerless beauties—each with their own unique charm—in an extremely domineering manner, and swaggered out of the courtyard, stepping over the ground covered in white jade powder.

"Click, click, click..."

The sound of Ye Xiu's seemingly casual footsteps echoed through the deathly silent manor courtyard, yet it felt as if he were stepping on the very hearts of all the manor's death warriors.

When Ye Xiu's figure passed by the State Preceptor of Yankang, Jiang Baigui, and the Young Patriarch—these two who were the ceiling of martial arts and wisdom in the world.

They actually retreated half a step in perfect unison, voluntarily clearing a wide path for this harbinger of doom!

This half-step concession seemed insignificant, but in the eyes of the manor experts who had been suppressed by the immobilization technique, it was no different from the sky collapsing and the earth splitting!

Even the State Preceptor of Yankang and the Daoist Ancestral Master had to retreat and treat him with courtesy!

Just what kind of Heaven-Defying deity was this young man in white!

"Hoo—"

Not until Ye Xiu held the four women and swaggered out through the half-collapsed ruin of the Prince of Zhenbei's Manor gate.

Completely disappearing into the night of the long street.

Jiang Baigui finally let out a long breath of stale air; beneath the sleeves of his wide, cyan Confucian robe.

His tightly clenched hands were actually covered in a layer of fine cold sweat.

"What terrifying pressure... Just a moment ago, I actually thought that I wasn't facing a martial Cultivator, but a True God descending from ancient mythology."

Jiang Baigui muttered to himself, still shaken by the lingering fear.

Beside him, the Young Patriarch also put away his smiling expression, his eyes becoming incomparably grave:

"An Immortal King manifestation, suppressing the Great Dao. This kid's Realm has completely transcended the 'Divine Bridge' category that we can understand.

His Majesty attempts to use worldly imperial power and marriage alliances to tether such a Nine Heavens Dragon; it is simply playing with fire and burning himself."

"Let's go. Our errand today isn't finished yet."

Jiang Baigui gave a bitter smile, and the two figures flashed, turning into two extremely obscure streaks of light, following Ye Xiu's Qi toward the end of the capital's long street.

As for the courtyard full of frozen manor death warriors behind them, and the Prince of Zhenbei inside the hall who had been scared out of his wits and reduced to a cripple?

Neither Ye Xiu nor Jiang Baigui could be bothered to spare them another glance.

When a fierce tiger bares its fangs, even a stray dog on the roadside isn't worth them wasting any more energy on.

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The capital, Vermilion Bird Long Street.

The night breeze was slightly cool, dispersing the lingering smell of blood in the air.

Ye Xiu walked in the center of the empty street, in a very good mood.

Tonight, not only did he cripple a few old villainous dogs he had loathed when reading the book in his previous life.

He also picked up two top-tier twin cultivation vessels, tender and soft-bodied, who specialized in the "Supreme Joy Union Technique"; this haul was pure profit.

"Husband..."

Qiu Dieyi, walking on the right side, finally fully recovered from the suffocating high pressure from before.

She looked at this man beside her who seemed omnipotent; on her cold, glamorous, and noble Face.

At this moment, it was flushed with worship and infatuation, like a little girl.

"Husband, just now in the manor... you were so imposing. Dieyi thought that we sisters would all be lost there today..."

Qiu Dieyi's voice was so soft it could drip water, those jade hands that originally only held the Heartless Sword.

Were now wrapped tightly around Ye Xiu's arm like vines, pressing that astonishing fullness against the man's arm without any hesitation.

"With me here, even if the sky falls, it won't land on your heads."

Ye Xiu chuckled lightly, his finger flicking Qiu Dieyi's perky nose bridge in an extremely flirtatious manner.

Causing this dignified Palace Master of Liqing to let out a coquettish sound.

Just as Ye Xiu was preparing to take the beauties back to the Princess Mansion to properly enjoy the blessing of "tending to four beauties at night."

In the Void Realm ahead, a barely perceptible spatial ripple emerged.

Immediately after, two figures, one cyan and one white, appeared at the end of the long street like ghosts, blocking Ye Xiu's path.

It was none other than the State Preceptor of Yankang, Jiang Baigui, and the Young Patriarch.

"Tsk."

Seeing these two old schemers chasing after him like a plaster that wouldn't come off, Ye Xiu's brows immediately twitched slightly.

A flash of impatient coldness crossed his heterochromatic gold and silver eyes.

"I say, you two, why not go home and hug your wives instead of ruining my mood in the middle of the night?"

"I gave you plenty of Face back at the manor just now; I didn't twist off Ling Yinfeng's head to kick around like a ball."

"What? Is the old Emperor still not satisfied and had to send you to arrest me?"

Ye Xiu stopped in his tracks, his muscles tightening slightly.

Although he now had warmth and fragrance in his arms, as long as these two dared to say a single word of "no".

He wouldn't mind letting this peerless duo of Yankang taste the feeling of "Immortal King Descending Upon Nine Heavens" right here on the streets of the capital!

"Cult Leader Ye has misunderstood!"

Seeing the look in Ye Xiu's eyes, Jiang Baigui was so frightened he waved his hands hurriedly; this State Preceptor, who could summon wind and rain in the court, lowered his posture more than anyone else right now.

"Cult Leader, by showing mercy at the manor tonight, you not only preserved the royal family's Face."

"But also avoided turmoil in the capital. Your humble subject is too grateful to express it; how would I dare to have any reason to arrest the Cult Leader?"

Jiang Baigui took two steps forward, his tone extremely sincere, even carrying a hint of ingratiation:

"To be honest, the Ancestral Master and I came together because there is an extremely important matter that I would like to shamelessly implore the Cult Leader for."

"Implore me?"

Ye Xiu sneered, extremely wantonly pinching the elastic waist of Long Jiaonan in his arms.

"Let's hear it. But a warning beforehand: if you want me to be some bullshit high official in the court, or make me kneel and kowtow to your old Emperor, you'd better save your breath."

Hearing this, the smiling Young Patriarch nearby couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh.

"Hahaha! Little friend, you jest!"

"Based on that supreme might of 'Immortal King Descending Upon Nine Heavens' that you displayed in the manor just now, who in the entire world would dare receive a kneel from you?"

"If that Emperor really made you kneel, I fear the century-long national fortune of Great Yankang would be crushed and shattered on the spot by your Immortal King's Proud Bones!"

The Young Patriarch was not flattering him.

At their level of cultivation, they could naturally see the supreme Dao rhyme on Ye Xiu that was completely different from that of mortal martial artists.

"Since you know, then what did you come here for?"

Ye Xiu yawned lazily.

Jiang Baigui's expression turned serious, he adjusted his clothes extremely solemnly, and said in a deep voice:

"Cult Leader Ye is a true Nine Heavens Dragon. This worldly court, this cage of the imperial palace, naturally cannot contain such Immortal King's Proud Bones."

"His Majesty also knows that using worldly high positions and generous salaries to bind the Cult Leader is simply an insult to the Cult Leader."

"Therefore, after the Ancestral Master and I discussed it, we requested an extremely special status from His Majesty, and would like to invite the Cult Leader to condescend..."

Jiang Baigui paused when he said this, his eyes becoming incomparably burning.

"Your humble subject would like to invite Cult Leader Ye to enter our Yankang Imperial Academy and serve as... the [Grand Guest Elder]!"

"Grand Guest Elder of the Imperial Academy?"