Chapter 218
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At that very moment, within the capital city, in the mansion of the King of Zhen Mountain, a scene unfolded.
The King of Zhen Mountain was the acknowledged paragon of strength in the entire Qingyun Empire, and he was also the emperor’s own brother, his right-hand man and confidant. In the vast expanse of the Qingyun Empire, he was a figure second only to the emperor himself, standing above millions in status and power. His residence, the Zhen Mountain Mansion, spanned a hundred hectares, with pavilions, towers, and gazebos scattered throughout its grounds, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene. The mansion was bustling with activity, as guards and maids moved about, attending to their duties.
At that moment, in a courtyard within the mansion, a young woman named Qing Shiyu, dressed in a light green dress, stood idly by, lost in her own thoughts. “How annoying!” she muttered to herself. “Father is so unreasonable. I didn’t do anything wrong. Why am I being confined here?”
“And my sister, she doesn’t even speak up for me. Instead, she runs off to play with Mu Qiqi,” she continued, her tone tinged with frustration. With a sigh, she summoned a long sword into her hand and held it, her voice filled with longing. “Why can Ye Wushuang grasp the essence of the sword so easily, while I can’t?”
At the mere mention of Ye Wushuang, Qing Shiyu’s cheeks flushed slightly, and she found herself reminiscing about the past month. “He may have a bit of a temper and lacks patience, but his talent is undeniable. If only he could teach me swordsmanship…” she thought wistfully. “Oh, Ye Wushuang, come to the capital quickly and teach me how to grasp the essence of the sword!”
Unbeknownst to her, Ye Wushuang, whom she was so eagerly calling for, was currently deep within the Ninefold Spirit-Taming Tower, diligently familiarizing himself with the manipulation of the sword energies. It had been seven days since he had begun his efforts. During this time, Ye Wushuang had been trying to regain control over his body while simultaneously attempting to master the Ninefold Spirit-Taming Tower’s second level, where the Nine Yuan Tai Xu Sword resided. However, he had yet to succeed in awakening it. The sharp sword energies surrounding the Nine Yuan Tai Xu Sword were too formidable for him to approach with his current strength.
Despite this setback, Ye Wushuang had made progress in the past seven days. Although he still could not see or move, the connection between his soul and his physical body had grown increasingly stronger. If this continued, he might soon be able to fully control his body and awaken completely.
In the meantime, his mother, Feifei, and Wang Xueqi had been taking turns caring for him every day.
On this particular day, outside the Wang family residence in Liuyue City, Wang Hongsheng, accompanied by Wang Xueqi, several Wang family members who had reached the Condensation Pulse stage, as well as Ye Qingfeng, Xu Qiuyuan, Xiao Yuan, and others, were waiting. A carriage slowly approached, and as the curtain was lifted, several figures stepped out one by one.
“Master Xia Lei,” Wang Hongsheng greeted with a smile, stepping forward and clasping his hands in respect. “You’ve finally arrived.”
Beside Xia Lei, Xia Yusan pulled back the curtain, drawing everyone’s attention to the two figures descending from the carriage. One of the women appeared to be older and more composed, while the other looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old. Both were stunningly beautiful, so much so that even Xia Yusan, who was already quite beautiful, seemed to pale in comparison when standing beside them.
Xia Lei extended his hand towards the younger girl and introduced her to the crowd with a respectful bow. “This is Master Mu Qiqi, a second-rank spiritual alchemist from our Qingyun Pavilion’s main branch.”
A second-rank spiritual alchemist? At such a young age? The crowd was taken aback.
Mu Qiqi smiled, her beauty captivating everyone present, and she asked, “How is Young Master Ye now?”
Ye Qingfeng stepped forward and replied anxiously, “He hasn’t woken up yet. It’s been seven days.”
“Take me to see him,” she said.
“Of course,” Ye Qingfeng responded.
At that moment, Wang Hongsheng suggested with a smile, “Master, you must be exhausted from the long journey. Why don’t you rest first?”
Mu Qiqi glanced at Wang Hongsheng, and in that single look, he felt an intense pressure, as if a sharp thorn were piercing his back. This young woman, who seemed no older than Ye Wushuang, possessed a strength that surpassed his own.
“There’s no need. Let’s go directly,” Mu Qiqi said. With that, Ye Qingfeng led the way towards the courtyard where Ye Wushuang was.
