Chapter 641: Heading to the Dayan Dynasty

Wen Qingye couldn’t help but smile. “You want revenge? I can help you.”

“You’ll help me?”

Yue Mingzhu’s eyes narrowed, sweeping over Wen Qingye from top to bottom as if trying to see right through him.

Wen Qingye nodded. “That’s right. But I have one condition. I hope your Sword Sect can join forces with my Celestial Profound Sect to deal with the Taiyi Pavilion. You should know, the Taiyi Pavilion’s power is…”

Hearing this, Yue Mingzhu felt a little more at ease. She wasn’t afraid of Wen Qingye making demands; she was afraid he wouldn’t.

She, Yue Mingzhu, would never let a grudge go unavenged. Besides, she couldn’t rest easy with the vast Sword Sect in Jian Nantian’s hands. ‘But can I trust this man before me?’

At this thought, her eyes couldn’t help but drift to Wen Qingye, who happened to be looking at her at the same moment. Their gazes met.

For some reason, seeing his eyes, as dark and deep as a starry night, made her heart flutter. It was a feeling of trustworthiness.

Yue Mingzhu nodded heavily. “Alright, we have a deal! For now, I’ll follow you.”

A smile touched Wen Qingye’s lips, as if her answer was no surprise at all. “Good. Tomorrow, we head to the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty.”

‘Having an expert at the Sixth Heaven of Life and Death Realm like Yue Mingzhu as an ally is far better than nothing.’

‘Besides, on the way to the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty, I need to make a stop in the Dayan Dynasty first.’

「The next day.」

Wen Qingye first went to Zhang Zhilin’s Cave Mansion to bid him farewell. Afterward, he and Yue Mingzhu set off in the direction of the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty.

Yue Mingzhu summoned her Spirit Grade Low-level Magical Artifact, the Cyan Xuan Sword. The sword gradually grew until it was ten zhang long and one zhang wide.

She looked at Wen Qingye and said, “Get on. My Cyan Xuan Sword is incredibly fast. A thousand li in one double-hour is no problem. We can reach the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty in half a month.”

Wen Qingye nodded. “Alright, but let’s go to the Glazed Ancient Country first.”

“The Glazed Ancient Country?” Yue Mingzhu gave Wen Qingye a puzzled look, thoroughly confused. “Do you have something to take care of there?”

“Yes, I have some business to attend to.”

“Alright, then we’ll go to the Dayan Dynasty and the Glazed Ancient Country first.”

The two of them stepped onto the Cyan Xuan Sword. Yue Mingzhu formed a hand seal for her spell, and the sword transformed into an arc of cyan light, disappearing from beneath Life Peak.

……

「Five days passed in a flash.」

With Yue Mingzhu’s Spirit-Grade Magical Artifact, the Cyan Xuan Sword, their speed was incredible.

They arrived in the Imperial City of the Dayan Dynasty. It was noon, and the sun hung high in the sky, scorching hot. The streets bustled with people coming and going—a lively scene.

Passing by a long alley, Wen Qingye paused slightly. According to Hei Xuan’s memories, this very alley led to a secret religious site of the Heaven-Burying Sect.

Seeing Wen Qingye stop, Yue Mingzhu asked, “What’s wrong?”

Wen Qingye shook his head. “It’s nothing. Let’s wait here for a few days. For this matter, I’m waiting for a few people.”

Just yesterday, he had received messages from Sima Feng and Tu Bai. They had both completely refined the inheritance and the vast amount of Essence within it and were now rushing toward the Dayan Dynasty.

That inheritance’s Essence was left behind by that Great Power before he died. Although some of the Essence might have dissipated over time, what remained was enough for the two of them to absorb. Their cultivation would surely see a massive increase, but it was hard to say by how much.

Moreover, this Essence was perfectly compatible with the Azure Dragon Break Extreme Dao, complementing it. This would not only allow their cultivation to improve significantly but also help them comprehend the inheritance much faster.

This was also why Wen Qingye had been unwilling to absorb that Essence himself.

Yue Mingzhu’s expression grew serious. She said, “I’m following you now, so I’ll do as you say.”

“Let’s get a room at that inn up ahead and rest for a few days.”

Wen Qingye’s gaze swept forward and landed on an inn. It was packed with customers and incredibly lively; the clamor could be heard from half a li away.

He looked up at the inn before them and said with a smile, “Lucky Inn. That’s a pretty good name.”

Yue Mingzhu said dismissively, “There are hundreds, if not thousands, of inns like this in the Eastern Profound Domain. What’s so special about it?”

With that, the two of them walked into the inn. An attendant saw Wen Qingye and Yue Mingzhu enter and his heart skipped a beat. Although Yue Mingzhu wore a mask, one look at her exquisite and graceful figure was enough to tell he was looking at a great beauty.

Most importantly, the attendant’s intuition, honed by years of sizing people up, told him that these two were extraordinary, even though the young man beside her looked friendly and somewhat ordinary.

The attendant said respectfully, “Esteemed guests, quickly, please come in. We have private rooms upstairs.”

Wen Qingye looked at the attendant and smiled faintly. “Then I’ll have to trouble you.”

Seeing how courteous Wen Qingye was, the attendant quickly waved his hands. “Not at all, not at all.”

With that, the attendant led Wen Qingye and Yue Mingzhu toward the stairs.

“Attendant, get over—”

Suddenly, a young man in brocade robes stormed out, cursing. But then his breath caught in his throat, and a lecherous light glinted in his eyes.

He had spotted Yue Mingzhu next to Wen Qingye. The fact that she was wearing a mask seemed to make her all the more enticing.

The brocade-robed youth walked forward, putting on a polite and humble smile. “My lady, may I ask where you are from? I happen to have the best private room here. If you are interested, would you care to come in for a chat?”

Yue Mingzhu shot the youth a cold glance without saying a word and continued walking upstairs.

The brocade-robed youth waved impatiently at the hesitant attendant. “Alright, alright, you can go.”

Seeing the brocade-robed youth’s command, the attendant looked at Wen Qingye and Yue Mingzhu, his expression troubled. Clearly, the youth had a powerful background, and the attendant was caught in a difficult position.

“It’s fine, you can go,” Wen Qingye said with a smile and a wave of his hand.

Hearing Wen Qingye, the attendant felt as if he’d been granted a great pardon. He hurried downstairs, seemingly to report to the Shopkeeper.

At this point, the surrounding crowd had also noticed the commotion and began to look over.

The brocade-robed youth now looked at Yue Mingzhu smugly. “My lady, why don’t you do me the honor? Come inside for a few drinks?”

“Get lost!”

Yue Mingzhu didn’t even spare the brocade-robed youth a glance. Her vermilion lips parted slightly, and a cold, clear voice emerged from her throat.

That single word caused the remaining clamor in the inn to die down completely.

The entire place was dead silent.

Everyone turned to look, all of them wearing expressions that said they were ready to watch a good show.