NFBE Chapter 170 New Situation
Chapter 170 New Situation
The following night, the sky was deep and dark, completely enveloping the entire Qingmu City.
The courtyard in the south of the city was completely silent; even the chirping of insects could not be heard.
Han Yi lay comfortably on the bamboo chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if he were dozing.
A graceful figure landed silently under the tree in the courtyard without making a sound.
However, it could not escape Han Yi's keen perception.
"came back?"
He slightly opened his eyes, looked down at the tree, and spoke softly.
The newcomer was a young woman, as beautiful and elegant as a flower in a painting.
"Qing'er greets Master!"
The woman responded softly, her voice as gentle as a whisper.
A hint of concern flashed in his eyes upon hearing this.
"Completely separating from your original body won't have any effect on you, right?"
The woman's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.
"Don't worry, Master. Qing'er has already fully transformed into human form. Even if she completely separates from her original body, there will be no problem."
"That's good."
He nodded, a hint of relief on his face.
"From this day forward, you will stay by my side as my sword attendant."
The woman bowed respectfully, then took out a piece of silk from her bosom, held it with both hands, and handed it to Han Yi.
"This is a letter from Steward Wang that he asked me to deliver to my master."
Upon hearing this, he reached out and took the brocade, calmly opening it.
It was sent by someone from Mu Qingwan, and it contained only three short sentences.
"Old King and the First Prince are dead, the Second Prince has succeeded to the throne; the Third Prince has fled to Jincheng and has already raised an army; the situation is out of control, we hope the Crown Prince will return soon."
After reading it, Han Yi's face turned gloomy. He gripped the brocade tightly, his knuckles turning white, and suddenly stood up, kicking over the stool next to him.
"That old bastard Murong Yichen Huan died so quickly! Murong Bo ascended the throne so soon, are all the other princes cowards? How come only the Third Prince dared to step forward?"
The current situation seems to have exceeded his initial expectations. He had planned to wait until the dogs in the imperial city were fighting amongst themselves and were all badly injured before he would take action to deal with them all at once. The current situation is not what Han Yi wanted to see.
Fortunately, there is still the tough Third Prince, otherwise the Qingyun Empire would probably have completely fallen into that bastard's hands!
"Father, the game has already begun. What do you plan to do? Will you continue with your ridiculous and blind loyalty, or will you seek another way out?"
He looked in the direction of the Qingyun Empire, and for some reason, suddenly stood up.
"No, I can't do nothing. No matter what choice the old man makes, I should make my choice first!"
However, he cannot go back yet; he still needs a Blazing Sun Sacred Fruit to fulfill his promise to Wang Weiwei regarding the Yin-Yang Balance Pill.
Thinking of this, Han Yi shouted into the void, "Shadow Chase!"
"What are your orders, young master?" A figure appeared in front of Han Yi in an instant, kneeling on one knee.
He took a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to him.
"Go to Muyun Pass on the border of the Qingyun Empire and give this to Han Tianyi, the garrison commander. Tell him to prepare and wait for my return."
Yingchi took the jade pendant, transformed into a streak of light, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Han Yi gazed at the sky and murmured to himself, "The Qingyun Empire has finally fallen into chaos! Father, I have made my choice, now it's up to you."
The matter of the Blazing Sun Sacred Fruit needs to be resolved as soon as possible; he doesn't have much time to waste on this.
With a sharp look in his eyes, he sent a telepathic message into Lin Yue's ears, who was cultivating.
"Lin Yue! How can I obtain the Blazing Sun Sacred Fruit?"
The next moment, Lin Yue appeared in front of him, her brows slightly furrowed.
"The Sacred Fruit of the Blazing Sun is indeed a treasure, but it's probably useless to you. What do you need it for?"
"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me how to get it!"
Lin Yue said calmly, "It's not difficult to get it. The top three in the Inner Sect Competition, which is held once every ten years, can get one."
Upon hearing this, Han Yi's eyes widened: "Once every ten years? Are you kidding me! You're an inner sect elder, and you can't even get a Flaming Sun Sacred Fruit?"
Lin Yue shook her head helplessly: "Anything else is fine, but I really don't have the Flaming Sun Sacred Fruit."
"What?"
"The Flaming Sun Sacred Fruit belongs exclusively to my junior sister. We don't get along and can't stand each other."
Upon hearing this, Han Yi stopped hoping for her help.
Fortunately, the one in charge of the Flaming Sun Sacred Fruit was a woman, and he was secretly pleased: since it was a woman, it would be easier to solve the problem.
There's no woman in this world I can't handle, so getting something for free shouldn't be a problem.
……
Meanwhile, in Yuehua Town, hundreds of miles away from Qingmu City, Long Yi and the young man in yellow robes had just sat down to rest at a restaurant.
The pursuers, however, were quietly closing in.
Long Yi, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a strong killing intent rushing towards him.
He suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them, and appeared on the roof of the restaurant the next second.
There stood five Nascent Soul elders opposite them, each with fierce eyes and unfriendly expressions.
Long Yi spoke coldly.
"You chased us all the way here, aren't you afraid of dying?"
"Enough talk, hand over the Dragon Soul Sword!"
"You think you can even dream of getting your hands on the Dragon Soul Sword?"
Long Yi sneered, drew his longsword, and the sound of the sword instantly resounded all around. A powerful sword intent erupted, soaring into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, Long Yi was engaged in battle with five Nascent Soul stage experts.
A fierce battle broke out instantly, and the restaurant, as well as buildings and trees within a radius of several miles, were instantly reduced to ruins under the powerful energy impact.
This great battle claimed the lives of countless ordinary people in an instant, and the scene was horrific.
Inside Moonflower Town, the deafening roar made people's eardrums hurt. Five Nascent Soul elders surrounded Long Yi in the center, and the two sides fought fiercely and evenly.
The intense light from the collision of spiritual energy was blinding, and the surrounding buildings and trees were reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye by this devastating force.
These five people thought they were risking their lives to fight for the peerless divine weapon, the Dragon Soul Sword, but little did they know that it was just a sword shell.
At this moment, the sword spirit of the Dragon Soul Sword has taken the name Qing'er and is quietly staying in the small courtyard in the south of the city, becoming Han Yi's sword attendant.
Han Yi sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, his legs casually crossed, his fingers tapping the tabletop intermittently, his eyes deep and unfathomable.
At one point, he suddenly stood up, and his aura changed abruptly.
"Xun'er, immediately summon all experts above the Nascent Soul stage in Qingmu City. I have something to announce!"
Upon hearing this, Tuoba Xun'er's face flashed with surprise, but she quickly regained her composure and respectfully replied, "Yes!"
After saying that, he lightly tapped his feet and quickly left.
In every corner of Qingmu City, the Nascent Soul experts were all busy with their own things.
Some are in seclusion in their secret chambers, cultivating and striving to break through to a higher realm; some are busy dealing with complicated affairs in their sects, overwhelmed with work; and others are leisurely enjoying tea in their own courtyards, savoring a pleasant time.
When they received Tuoba Xun'er's summons, everyone flew towards the small courtyard in the south of the city without hesitation.
Regardless of their thoughts, none of them dared to delay and arrived as quickly as possible.
In an instant, the sky above Qingmu City flashed with light, and streaks of spiritual energy streaked across the sky like shooting stars, converging in the same direction.
Han Yi stood in the center of the courtyard, hands behind his back, his eyes radiating confidence, as if everything was under his control.
The night was as dark as ink, and the quiet in the small courtyard in the south of the city was somewhat oppressive.
A series of rapid whooshing sounds broke the tranquility.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Nascent Soul experts and seven Deity Transformation experts surrounded the small courtyard.
Han Yi stood in the center of the courtyard, his posture upright, his aura so powerful that people dared not look him in the eye.
His eyes seemed to see right through people as he slowly surveyed everyone. For a moment, the courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
"You all know that Qingmu City will be under my protection from now on!"
Han Yi spoke, his voice deep yet penetrating, echoing in the courtyard.
"I left a wisp of my will in this small courtyard in the south of the city. Even a powerful expert in the late stage of the Void Realm could be severely injured by it. With this wisp of will here, ensuring your safety is more than enough!"
These words caused an uproar among the crowd, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.
A late-stage Void Realm expert is someone who is almost at the top of the cultivation world in Hua Kingdom. Han Yi was able to seriously injure him with just a single wisp of his will. His strength is simply terrifying!
Immediately afterwards, Han Yi turned his head sharply, his gaze like a knife, and stared straight at the seven Nascent Soul stage monsters.
He made a grabbing motion in the air with one hand, a seemingly casual movement that carried a powerful suction force.
The seven Nascent Soul stage monsters felt a sudden tightness all over their bodies. Before they could react, a wisp of their life soul was grabbed by Han Yi.
With a wave of his hand, he merged that wisp of life essence into the consciousness of the steward Zhao San beside him.
"From now on, Zhao San will be in charge of all matters in Qingmu City. You seven, assist him well." Han Yi's voice was as cold as ice. "From now on, Zhao San can take your lives with just a thought. So, all of you better behave yourselves!"
The seven Nascent Soul stage monsters turned pale upon hearing this. They never expected that Han Yi would have such heaven-defying methods, easily controlling their lives and deaths.
After dealing with the seven Nascent Soul stage monsters, Han Yi turned to look at Zhao San, his expression softening considerably.
"Zhao San, you're a clever lad. I trust you with Qingmu City. Now that you've acknowledged me as your master, I can't treat you unfairly."
After speaking, Han Yi raised his palm slightly upwards.
In an instant, the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred meters seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, frantically converging towards his palm to form a vortex of spiritual energy.
He immediately followed up with the Law of Life, manipulating the dense spiritual energy to surge towards Zhao San.
Zhao San was just an ordinary man who had never seen anything like this before. He felt excruciating pain all over his body, as if every bone and every inch of skin had been struck by a heavy hammer. The pain almost made him faint.
He gritted his teeth in pain, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.
Just when Zhao San was about to give up, the pain suddenly disappeared, and an unprecedented power surged within him.
To his surprise, he discovered that he was now qualified to cultivate. His originally ordinary physical constitution and spiritual roots had become perfectly suited for cultivation.
Zhao San was so moved that he knelt down with a thud, tears welling in his eyes: "Thank you so much, young master!"
Han Yi nodded slightly, his eyes filled with expectation.
"From now on, cultivate diligently and don't let me down."
As everyone watched this scene, their awe of Han Yi deepened. They knew that from this moment on, Qingmu City would usher in a completely new era.
Just then, Lu Xuefeng arrived in front of Han Yi with a woman in pink.
"Young master! Look who's here!"