Chapter 421: King Wu

It had been two days since half of the Silver Mist City was blown up, and hundreds of people lost their lives.

And as time passed, the news of the incident began to circulate through the whole Lower Heavens like a forest fire.

However, the most shocking thing about the incident was not the deaths but rather the appearance of the Sword Saint.

A Sword Saint Realm cultivator was no different than a God in the Lower Heavens. And for such a high realm cultivator to appear and even make a move in the small Silver Mist City piqued the interest of anyone who heard about the incident.

And to make matters more convincing, some people even suggested that the appearance of the Emblem was definitely related to the Sword Saint.

After all, what else could cause a Sword Saint to make such a move?

Unfortunately, no one had seen how the Sword Saint looked, and those who had seen him were now dead. So it was impossible to know who this mysterious person was.

Alas, if only they knew that there was never a Sword Saint at all! Instead, it was the Crown Prince Ye Tian Yun's Sword Domain which they mistook as a Sword Saint, making a move.

With the Emblem's Phenomenon, the Sword Saint story seemed more plausible and believable.

But with everything said and done, not all the people who heard about this incident were happy.

In fact, the two most powerful clans of the Lower Heavens couldn't take this news as a positive note.

The Xin Royal Clan and the Wu Royal Clan.

With each ruling over their own halves of the Lower Heavens, both clans were closely tied to the Silver Mist City Incident.

And none of them had imagined that a Sword Saint would make his appearance in this place, and worst of all, they had no idea that this incident would also trigger the appearance of an Emblem.

…

Royal Hall, Wu Capital City, Wu Kingdom.

Today, in the ever-bustling royal hall of the Wu Kingdom laid a soul-crushing silence, with only one person's voice ringing in everyone's ears.

All the ministers, guards, scribes were silent.

They were waiting for the man in front of them to finish and King Wu to speak.

At the center of the huge Royal Hall was a guard standing, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

In his hand was a letter regarding the Silver Mist City incident.

With every word he spoke from the report, the pressure on him increased.

"…the sudden explosion killed the cultivators who tried to enter the destroyed part of the city out of curiosity. After a few minutes, the whole world turned pitch-black, and the Emblem is said to have made its appearance."

The guard then rolled the parchment in his hand and bowed towards the throne.

Now, everyone was waiting for the one seated on the throne to respond to this news.

"The Emblem… is not important. I want to know where my Qing'er is. If she's alive, I want her in front of me. If she's dead - then I want to see her corpse!"

The man replied.

He was none other than King Wu.

Known for his extreme talents in arrays and ruthless nature, King Wu was usually not a person whose words were directed by his emotions.

However, he had one weak link - his precious daughter, Third Princess Wu Qingwu.

He doted on her. 

And today, hearing the possibility of her death, his hair turned white, and he felt as if he lost a piece of his soul.

But he didn't wish to give up hope.

"I want you to find everything you can about the incident. I want you to find out who this Sword Saint is! And I want to know who dared to assassinate my daughter!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The guard immediately kneeled down and left the Royal Hall after another bow.

"Sigh…." After a moment of silence, King Wu let out a long breath and leaned back on the throne.

He had lost interest in everything.

He just wanted to find his daughter.

"Your Majesty!"

Just then, someone spoke.

Lightly opening his eyes, the King glanced to his right.

It was the Prime Minister.

Only he dared to speak at this moment.

"What is it, Prime Minister Jing?"

Prime Minister Jing cupped his fists and said, "Your Majesty, we won't be able to keep the news of this event a secret. Our people would want to see your response to this."

King Wu frowned.

'Response?'

Prime Minister Jing added, "We don't know who the real attackers were, but there is one thing certain - it was definitely the Xin Royal Clan because only they dared to make a move. Unfortunately, even after doing everything so discreetly, the entourage was discovered and ambushed."

"What should be done, Prime Minister?" King Wu stared at him, prying to know the minister's intentions.

The Prime Minister pursed his lips and said, "Your Majesty… we need to strike back. We need to take revenge. We can't let the Third Princess's death be in vain!"

King Wu frowned, but he didn't say anything. Only stared at the Prime Minister for a long time, making the minister nervous with every passing moment.

After a depressing silence, King Wu stood up.

"The meeting is adjourned."

Without saying anything else, he left the Royal Hall, straight to the inner palace.

Prime Minister Jing tried to say something but stopped himself at the last moment.

The other ministers looked at him for his next step. But surprisingly, Prime Minister Jing only let out a sigh, and then he too headed out of the Royal Hall.

…

In the Inner Palace, Emperor's Courtyard.

King Wu stepped inside the room and closed the gate.

As soon as the door was closed, his legs suddenly lost strength, and he dropped to the floor.

Staring at the ceiling, a drop of tear slowly streamed down from his eyes.

"Wu Qingwu… if anything happens to you… I will destroy the whole Xin Kingdom. I already lost your mother, and I can't lose you…"