Chapter 296 - 292: Wreaking Havoc in the Imperial Palace

Chapter 296: Chapter 292: Wreaking Havoc in the Imperial Palace

The Imperial Palace, as the residence of an emperor, was naturally a place of unparalleled luxury.

Red walls and jade-green tiles stretched across countless halls, a picture of resplendent grandeur.

At this moment, a figure was darting across the rooftops of the many palaces, his steps light as he ran over the tiles.

This figure was none other than Ye Xing, who had just infiltrated the Imperial Palace.

A large group of the Imperial Army followed behind him, their gleaming armor a stark sight as they pursued him relentlessly. But their speed was no match for Ye Xing’s, and they were left far behind.

Ye Xing used his Lightweight Skill to weave between the palace halls, simultaneously activating the Thunder Heart Spring Wood within his body to recover his depleted True Qi.

The series of battles had consumed a great deal of his True Qi. The Nameless Sword Techniques he used to severely injure National Master Meng Shuming, in particular, had drained nearly thirty percent of his total reserves.

The Nameless Broken Sword’s Attack Power was terrifying. It was an unorthodox and fearsome Sword Technique focused entirely on piercing through defenses, one of the Daluo Sect’s ultimate manuals.

The Daluo Sect was also known as the Daluo Demon Sect, or the Mo Luo Sect. It was once a notorious power that shook the Central Plains Martial Arts world, its prestige at times even eclipsing that of major sects like the Shaolin Temple. As one of the Mo Luo Sect’s ultimate manuals, one could only imagine that a complete version of the Nameless Sword Techniques would be a legendary and exceedingly rare Divine Skill Manual.

Ye Xing had used the Nameless Sword Techniques to instantly kill ’Broken Water Saber’ Dong Yuan and then to grievously wound the Innate National Master, Meng Shuming. Using it twice in succession had been a massive drain. Back when he first acquired the Sword Techniques in the Biluo Mountain Treasure Land, a single use would have likely left him completely exhausted. Fortunately, through diligent practice, Ye Xing was now intimately familiar with the first form of the Nameless Sword Techniques and could control it with ease. Furthermore, possessing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasure Thunder Heart Spring Wood made his True Qi recovery speed far surpass that of Postnatal Realm Martial Artists, putting him on par with Innate Realm experts.

As Ye Xing continuously circulated his energy, his depleted True Qi steadily replenished.

’My White Cloud City is, after all, within the borders of the Southern Tang Country. If the Court attacks us every other day, it will be an endless nuisance, and our future development will be hindered. Since I’ve broken into the Imperial Palace, I have to make the Emperor of Southern Tang feel the pain. I’ll beat him until he submits! I’ll make him understand the grave consequences of provoking my White Cloud City.’ A cold light glinted in Ye Xing’s eyes as he gazed ahead.

Yunshu Hall was a place within the Imperial Palace dedicated to storing and collecting calligraphy and paintings from famous masters. The collection, amassed over many dynasties, was considerable, with every single piece worth at least A Thousand Gold Coins.

Two Guards with Cultivation at the Martial Arts Eighth Layer stood watch at the entrance to Yunshu Hall. They quickly spotted a young man in green robes rushing straight for them.

"Halt! This is Yunshu Hall! Without His Majesty’s command, you cannot enter—AH!"

The two Guards were only halfway through their warning when two fists, seemingly as large as sandbags, filled their vision and knocked them unconscious.

Inside the hall, the walls were adorned with numerous works of calligraphy and paintings. The brushwork was vigorous and powerful, clearly the work of masters. Some of the scrolls were yellowed with age, obviously priceless antiques.

How could anything in the Grand Imperial Palace be of poor quality? Without a second thought, Ye Xing stuffed all the art into his Qiankun Bag and began his ruthless sweep.

With his Cultivation at the Peak of the Martial Arts Ninth Layer, Ye Xing’s speed was astonishing. Like a whirlwind, he swept through the hall, and in just a few breaths, every piece of art was safely inside his Qiankun Bag.

Then, he pushed off the ground, shooting up like a cannonball and bursting straight through the palace roof.

In an instant, roof tiles exploded into the air. Ye Xing used the flying debris as stepping stones to race toward the next palace.

’Oh? That palace up ahead is the Treasure Hall! That should be worth even more!’

Ye Xing’s eyes lit up. He quickly arrived above the roof of the Treasure Hall and, without a word, tossed out a grenade.

BOOM!

With a tremendous bang, tiles and rubble flew everywhere, showering down as a massive hole was blown in the roof of the Treasure Hall.

Too lazy to use the front door, Ye Xing jumped straight down through the gaping hole in the roof and into the Treasure Hall.

The Treasure Hall was filled with a dazzling array of all kinds of treasures. There were antique artifacts, Gemstone statues, and various other rare and exotic wonders, either collected by the Royal Family or sent as tribute from the various provinces. Each one was a rare masterpiece. If taken to the Ten Thousand Treasures Tower for auction, the cheapest among them would fetch at least a thousand Gold Coins. Some of the more precious items were likely worth over ten thousand.

Of course, their collectible value was likely even higher than their price tag. The Royal Family would probably never auction them off, no matter how poor they became. If they did sell off this entire collection to fill the national treasury, the finances of the Southern Tang Country would likely be flush for the next three to five years.

’I’m rich! I’m rich! Hahaha, the Imperial Palace is full of good stuff! This young master didn’t make this trip for nothing! Mine! It’s all mine! All of it belongs to me, Ye Liangchen!’ Ye Xing was ecstatic, throwing his head back with a wild laugh.

He transformed into a greedy miser, opening his Qiankun Bag and beginning a frantic looting spree.

’Damn, this pearl is huge! Mine!’

’This porcelain... the patterns are so fine and the colors so vivid. It’s beautiful! Mine!’

’Ooh, this jade Buddha statue... it’s so clear and translucent, and its expression is so serene. It’s practically lifelike! Must be the work of a grandmaster. Mine!’

’This ruby is gorgeous! Mine!’

’Mine!’ ’Mine!’ ’Mine!’

From wooden shelves and cabinets, one treasure after another vanished into Ye Xing’s Qiankun Bag. He had plenty of them on him now, anyway, including an Upper-grade Qiankun Bag with a massive amount of space—more than enough to hold all these treasures.

’This Imperial Palace is just one giant treasure chest! This young master won’t be polite then. Time for a looting spree, hahaha!’

After looting the Treasure Hall clean, Ye Xing pushed off the ground, shot out through the hole in the roof, and raced toward the next palace.

"Over there! Lord White Cloud is over there! After him!"

"Reporting to the commander! The Treasure Hall has been ransacked! All the treasures inside have been completely cleaned out!"

"What? All the treasures are gone? Quick, divide our forces and surround him! Don’t let Lord White Cloud escape, or it’ll be our heads!"

Squads of Sword and Shield Soldiers and Archers from the Imperial Army scrambled to give chase.

Ye Xing executed the Wind Shadow Step, once again leaving the Imperial Army far behind him.

’Shuning Palace! Heh heh, I wonder what this palace is for. Lots of treasure inside?’ Ye Xing’s heart filled with anticipation. He pushed off the ground, flew into the air, and landed on the roof of Shuning Palace.

He tossed out another grenade. Practice makes perfect, and the motion was quite smooth.

BOOM!

With a deafening blast, tiles went flying in all directions.

Ye Xing took a leap, dropping straight through the hole in the roof.

However, he had just entered Shuning Palace and his feet hadn’t yet touched the ground when he heard the clear, startled scream of a woman.

"AH! Pervert!"

The shriek was piercing enough to shatter stone, full of terror and indignant rage. It was accompanied by the sound of splashing water, as if someone was in the middle of a bath.