Chapter 998: Three Old Good-for-Nothings

Chapter 998: Chapter 998: Three Old Good-for-Nothings

All around the throne room, the carved beams and paintings are magnificent; every detail exudes the profound heritage and formidable strength of the Jiang Ancient Clan.

At the center of the throne room, Jiang Qi sits on a beautifully carved dragon-patterned throne, his expression grim, eyebrows furrowed, as if deeply contemplating.

Jiang Qi’s eyes are half-closed, his gaze penetrating through the scarlet pillars of the hall, settling in the distant void.

His face stern, with sharp features dimly revealing an indescribable intent to kill.

At this moment, his heart is turbulent, thoughts racing like a thousand galloping horses, unable to find peace.

"Ye Qingchen..." He silently recites the name in his mind, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

This name is more than just a name to him; it is a thorn, a deeply embedded thorn in his heart.

Jiang Qi is calculating his next move, pondering how quickly he can find Ye Qingchen.

Every possible strategy flashes swiftly through his mind, only to be vetoed one by one.

He knows Ye Qingchen is no ordinary person; relying solely on brute force or schemes might not work effectively.

Jiang Qi’s fingertips lightly tap on the armrest of the throne, emitting a dull sound. This subtle action reveals the agitation and unrest in his heart.

Beside Jiang Qi, a maid stands silently, her demeanor respectful and poised. She wears a light purple gauze dress, embroidered with exquisite patterns, her movements graceful as a swallow.

She quietly presents a steaming cup of Spiritual Tea before Jiang Qi, cautiously lowering her body, slowly placing the teacup on the low table beside him, her actions flawless.

The maid occasionally steals glances at Jiang Qi’s expression, feeling somewhat tense inside.

She knows that this master’s temper is as unpredictable as June weather, dark clouds might gather at any moment, or even a storm might erupt.

Every motion in serving him must be perfect; any carelessness might bring disaster upon herself.

Jiang Qi did not immediately touch the cup of tea, seemingly entirely oblivious to the maid’s presence.

He remains immersed in his thoughts, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

Seeing this, the maid dares not disturb, but gently steps back, standing aside and waiting quietly, her eyes constantly monitoring Jiang Qi’s actions, ready to respond to his orders at any moment.

After a long while, Jiang Qi finally comes back to his senses, casually picking up the cup of Spiritual Tea, taking a superficial sip, slightly frowning as if savoring the taste within, as though the tea’s bitterness mirrored the vexation in his heart.

Soon after, he finally makes a decision, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, suggesting he has resolved on some ruthless decision.

Just as Jiang Qi is about to rise, a guard in silver armor hurriedly enters. His pace is urgent but instantly slows down upon entering the hall, respectfully kneeling on the ground, lowering his head, not daring to look at Jiang Qi, his expression filled with tension and unease.

"Saint Heir!" The guard respectfully opens his mouth, his voice carrying a note of urgency, "We have just received news that traces of Ye Qingchen have been found! He has already entered the territory of our Jiang Ancient Clan."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qi’s eyes immediately flash with a chill, nodding slightly, signaling the guard to continue.

The guard swallowed some saliva, with a hint of sweat on his forehead, continued speaking: "I immediately dispatched three skilled masters to capture him, but... but..." His voice faltered, he visibly parched, as if struggling to continue.

"But what?!" Jiang Qi’s eyebrows sharply furrowed, his tone filled with an oppressive impatience.

The guard’s heart was startled, quickly continuing his words: "But we have just received news that the three masters dispatched... were all dealt with by Ye Qingchen! The bodies... have already been found."

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning, exploding within the throne room. Jiang Qi’s face changed dramatically, his originally profound gaze instantly ignited with anger.

He abruptly stood, the teacup in his hand crashing to the ground with a "bang", shattered into pieces, Spiritual Tea spilling everywhere, mirroring his burning anger.

"Three old fools!" Jiang Qi seethed through clenched teeth, his eyes almost spewing fire, "Even a single Ye Qingchen couldn’t be caught, truly incapable, and utterly failing!"

He slapped the armrest of the throne hard, producing a dull thud, the sturdy armrest splitting under his mighty Spiritual Power.

Jiang Qi’s anger was like rolling dark clouds, enveloping the entire hall.

He paced back and forth within the hall, his fists clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking audibly. His chest heaved violently, clearly enraged to the extreme.

Ye Qingchen not only escaped but effortlessly killed the three skilled masters he dispatched, for Jiang Qi, it was a colossal humiliation.

"What on earth is with this Ye Qingchen?!"

Jiang Qi questioned sharply, his gaze like a knife aimed at the guard, as if to destroy him along.

The guard dared not raise his head, his entire body trembling slightly, his voice quivering in response: "Saint Heir... subordinates are also unsure, it’s said Ye Qingchen’s cultivation has suddenly increased greatly, the three masters simply couldn’t compete..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qi’s face grew increasingly dark, the anger between his brows almost materializing.

He realized that if Ye Qingchen’s strength indeed has greatly increased, the situation becomes more troublesome.

He must reconsider his strategy, and can no longer underestimate the opponent.

"Useless!" Jiang Qi snorted coldly, his anger still unaired, a streak of cold cruelty flashing in his eyes, "Transmit orders, fully investigate Ye Qingchen’s whereabouts. I want him to find no place to hide! Additionally, mobilize the true experts within the clan, this time, I’ll personally orchestrate it, leaving him no chance!"

The guard, as if granted a great pardon, quickly kowtowed in agreement, then promptly exited the hall to relay the orders.

Inside the throne room, Jiang Qi was still not relieved of rage, standing in the center of the hall, he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his anger, yet a cold, harsh glint flashed in his eyes.

"Ye Qingchen, this time, I will definitely make you pay a severe price!"

His voice was low, yet brimming with a chilling murderous intention, as if he had already sketched out a plan in his mind to completely eradicate Ye Qingchen.

The guard had just retreated, the atmosphere within the throne room still as heavy as a mountain.

At this moment, a sound of gentle footsteps quietly arose, like the breeze brushing across the water, silently and without a trace.

Before Jiang Qi could notice, Qin Yue had already appeared behind him like a ghost.

Qin Yue wore a moon-white gauze dress, her garments floating lightly, seemingly unstained by dust.

Her face was cold and exquisitely beautiful, eyebrows as picturesque, but those cold eyes exuded an undeniable mockery and disdain. Standing behind Jiang Qi, witnessing his unresolved anger, the corner of her mouth curled into a cold smile, her tone carrying a bit of teasing and sarcasm.

"Jiang Qi," Qin Yue slowly spoke, her voice like icy spring water, carrying a biting chill, "Are you really that angry? Just a few worthless fools resolved, is there a need for such a loss of composure? It seems the majesty of this ’Saint Heir’ is merely so."