Chapter 388
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Chapter 388: Breaking into the Palace
A rain of arrows poured down, densely packed like dark clouds blocking the sun, enveloping Ye Yun.
These were no ordinary arrows—they were forged from repeatedly tempered steel. Each bow required the combined strength of ten men to draw, far beyond the capability of ordinary folk. Thus, every guard defending the royal city was a cultivator, though their cultivation levels barely reached the body refinement stage. To Ye Yun, they might as well have been mortals.
A flash of lightning crackled around Ye Yun. Every steel arrow within two zhang of him exploded into dust, vanishing instantly.
Ye Yun’s figure blurred as he landed atop the city wall.
“Audacious assassin! You dare invade the royal city? Capture him!” roared Guard Zeng, clad in heavy armor. He drew his Long Knife, its blade light flickering menacingly.
Hundreds of soldiers swarmed forward, encircling Ye Yun.
A quick glance told Ye Yun these soldiers were at the second or third layer of body refinement—comparable to his own strength during his days as an errand boy in the Heavenly Sword Sect, if not weaker.
Guard Zeng, however, was a third-level Qi refining stage practitioner. For the mortal world, this was remarkable. Even officials would show him respect. Yet a Qi refining cultivator serving as a mere royal guard seemed odd.
Ye Yun narrowed his eyes, unleashing his pressure.
“What happened in the royal city? Why seal the gates?”
The aura of a Foundation Establishment stage expert erupted, covering dozens of zhang. Soldiers at the early body refinement stage trembled, their weapons clattering to the ground.
Guard Zeng paled. He’d heard such pressure stemmed from a cultivated spirit—a hallmark of Foundation Establishment experts. How could this youth, barely eighteen, possess such power?
“G-Great Lord! Forgive my ignorance! I didn’t know you were a Foundation Establishment expert!” Guard Zeng stammered, nearly collapsing. Foundation Establishment experts were rarer than phoenix feathers in the Jin Kingdom.
“Explain. Now.” Ye Yun’s voice remained icy.
“I-I don’t know! The palace ordered the gates closed for three days. Beyond that, nothing!”
Ye Yun frowned. He needed the palace’s teleportation array to reach the Great Qin Empire. If it were damaged, the journey would take months on foot.
“Was there a sudden change in the palace today? Did a young man with exceptional cultivation appear?”
“A young man? Exceptional cultivation? Do you mean Prince Duan Chenfeng?” Guard Zeng blurted.
“Prince? He’s not of the royal bloodline.”
“I don’t know the details. Over a month ago, Prince Duan Chenfeng returned with Foundation Establishment cultivation, overshadowing all other princes.”
“Take me to him.”
Guard Zeng panicked. “I can’t enter the palace! Abandoning my post means death!”
Ye Yun tilted his head. “Would you prefer death now or later?”
“L-Later, please.”
“Then lead the way.”
The royal city’s streets lay deserted, every door and window shut under strict curfew.
Half an incense stick’s time later, Guard Zeng halted by a restaurant wall, pointing at a distant, opulent palace.
“T-There it is. Please, let me go! Desertion risks my family’s extermination!”
Ye Yun waved dismissively. “Go.”
Guard Zeng turned to flee but froze when Ye Yun called, “Wait.”
“For your cooperation.” Ye Yun flicked a top-grade spirit stone toward him.
Guard Zeng gaped at the crystal’s pristine glow. By the time he looked up to thank Ye Yun, the youth had vanished.
Despite the Jin Kingdom’s modest size, its palace towered arrogantly, gates stretching ten zhang high, gleaming with vulgar extravagance.
Dozens of silver-armored guards patrolled the entrance, spears in hand. To Ye Yun’s surprise, they were all Qi refining stage cultivators—unheard of in the mortal realm.
“Halt! Identify yourself!” a guard thundered.
“Inform Duan Chenfeng that Ye Yun is here.”
“How dare you address the prince directly? Kill him!”
Ten guards lunged.
Ye Yun’s pressure crashed over them. “Foundation Establishment?!” they gasped, scrambling back.
“Report. Now. Or die.”
A trembling guard asked, “W-Where are you from, sir?”
“The Heavenly Sword Sect. Ye Yun.”
“The Heavenly Sword Sect was destroyed! The Jin Kingdom has no such sect! Even a Foundation Establishment expert can’t—”
“You think a Qi refining ant may judge the Heavenly Sword Sect’s existence?” Ye Yun’s voice turned lethal.
He vanished, reappearing at the gate. The guards flew backward, slamming into walls. With a casual wave, Ye Yun’s palm strike shattered the towering gates.
“Duan Chenfeng! Show yourself!”
