Chapter 322: In The Palm Of One’s Hand

Chapter 322: In The Palm Of One’s Hand

"Your Highness, this?" The black-robed elder of the Dong Family appeared uncertain, stealing a glance at Tu Guanghe from the corner of his eye, as if wary of causing offense.

"What, are you unwilling?" The young woman in silver armor, seated at the head of the gathering, frowned slightly and let out a cold snort. Alll latest novels at novelhall.com

All these big shots of Fengchuan City instantly felt a shiver run down their spines.

"Dong Tie, Tu Guanghe," The commander of the immortal army’s Fengchuan City branch stood up and bellowed sternly. "What are you both playing at? It’s just a battle recording, not a request for you to share your families’ secret teachings. Are you planning to disobey the commands of Her Highness Haiyue?"

"Haha," the silver-armored woman smiled, "General Luo, there’s no need for this."

Instead of relief, her smile instantly sent dread coursing through General Luo and Tu Guanghe’s veins, a fear that stemmed not from cowardice but from an understanding of the status she held.

Her backing was immense, her power unmatched, her natural talent beyond comprehension. Were it not for her making the rounds to inspect the cities, these Amethyst Cradle and Golden Core cultivators wouldn’t even qualify to be granted an audience with her.

"Your Highness, please grant me one moment," Tu Guanghe spoke deferentially, recognizing that he had slighted Her Highness Haiyue. He understood the dire consequences he would face if he were to truly incur her wrath. With a word from her, the Tu Family could be brought to ruin.

With a wave of his hand, numerous light particles converged, forming a three-dimensional projection depicting the intense battle between Wu Yuan, Tu Chi, and Fang Youlong.

All eyes in the hall turned towards the commotion. The woman clad in silver armor glanced over with a detached expression. To her, her visit to Fengchuan City was merely a routine task, part of a field trial to gain real-world experience. She viewed the recording as nothing more than a diversion in an otherwise mundane visit. Watching several Golden Core cultivators fight held no allure for her.

Hm? A flicker of surprise danced across her dispassionate gaze when Wu Yuan unleashed the Nine Swords of Light, the second level of the Dark Earth Sword Array.

"How intriguing," murmured the young woman clad in silver armor.

"What a powerful sword array."

"His Domain is impressive.”

"Fang Youlong and Tu Chi have reached a decent level of the Domain stage. Yet even with their combined efforts, the opponent still overpowered them?"

"This kid is quite decent. Given more time to cultivate, stepping into the Amethyst Cradle phase should pose no challenge for him," the big shots of Fengchuan City whispered among themselves.

Amidst the discussions, an elderly man in white robes observed the scene with a hint of surprise. As the proprietor of the Redmoon Immortal Tower, he recognized the young man in the projection as Wu Yuan who previously took up residence in the tower.

The matter of Wu Yuan making his recent breakthrough to the Golden Core phase in Redmoon Immortal Tower was unknown to others, but the immense fluctuations that had occurred during the breakthrough process naturally alerted the Redmoon Immortal Tower’s staff.

That young man was actually this strong?

Furthermore, the old man identified the battleship that Wu Yuan had purchased at a single glance. Battleships of Black Sun’s grade were rarely purchased, and the purchase was personally verified by him.

Suddenly, silence fell over the hall as the onlookers witnessed the white-robed youth's sword array transform once more, culminating in an unbelievably swift and decisive strike that swept through the air and killed the fleeing Fang Youlong.

With that, the recording came to an end.

Murmurs instantly filled the room. "That final strike... it seemed to meld with the very fabric of space!"

"Where did this youngster pop up from?"

"His understanding of the Dao rivals that of many Amethyst Cradle cultivators, it’s even on par with our own." These distinguished figures of Fengchuan City were shocked.

While Tu Guanghe outwardly maintained his composure, his emotions plummeted into turmoil.

He was uncertain of Her Highness Haiyue's intentions. However, given that the super powerhouse summoned his mana body over this seemingly small matter, it was unlikely that she had any plans to help the Tu Family take revenge.

With that in mind, Tu Guanghe took the initiative to address the situation. "Your Highness, my knowledge on this matter is limited," he spoke respectfully. "However, based on what I understand..."

He proceeded to recount what he knew, with the lady in silver armor listening intently.

...

Approximately 200,000 li from Fengchuan City, a massive black flying boat, stretching over 100 meters in length, zoomed through the air at an incredible pace. Within the flying boat, Wu Yuan quietly did some mental calculations.

The speed of Amethyst Cradle Reverends is truly remarkable. They’re able to fly thousands of li in a single breath.

To think that the ancestor of the Tu Family is a ninth-stage Shambhala cultivator. His speed must be even more frightening.

Just moments ago, Wu Yuan interrogated the black-robed elderly man, extracting insider information on the Tu Family, such as how strong the Tu Family’s strongest member was.

Upon learning that the cause of the raid was simply because Qiong Sea King was an appropriate birthday present, Wu Yuan wasn’t sure how to feel. Misfortune often arose from the most unexpected places indeed.

Once I put a few thousand li between myself and the battleground, I should change course. If the Amethyst Cradle powerhouse is planning to capture me, he may have already reached the scene of the battle. His speed may be impressive, but he’s unaware of the direction I’m fleeing in.

Although there was a small chance that the Tu Family's ancestor might not actively hunt him down, Wu Yuan refused to take any chances, sparing no effort to escape. If he made the wrong gamble, his fate was sealed.

As long as I leave the Fengchuan City’s territory, I can seek refuge in any fifth-tier city. The Tu Family can’t do much to me there. Wu Yuan’s eyes glinted with determination.

Fengchuan City was the Tu Family's home turf. Meanwhile, any fifth-tier city on the Redmoon Immortal Continent enjoyed protection from the immortal army, deterring Amethyst Cradle or Shambhala cultivators from taking reckless actions unless they were tired of living.

The farther I get, the safer I’ll be. Wu Yuan contemplated silently.

Abruptly, a strange humming noise resonated through the air, and an imperceptible power swept across the massive flying boat. In an instant, Wu Yuan sensed his very soul constrict, as if the space surrounding him had solidified entirely.

It was not just Wu Yuan who experienced this phenomenon, but also Qiong Sea King, as well as the black-robed elderly man who stood nearby in sheer terror.

Simultaneously, the space around them congealed, freezing everything in place—the flying boat, the wind, everything fell eerily silent, as if time itself had decelerated by a thousand times. Even the neurotransmitters in Qiong Sea King and the elderly man’s brains were affected, causing their thoughts to slow.

Only Wu Yuan, bolstered by his powerful soul, managed to maintain his normal speed of thought amidst this unnatural stillness.

This? Who is it? Wu Yuan gasped inwardly.

What manner of strength was this? It was too terrifying!

Amethyst Cradle phase? Shambhala phase? No! Such cultivators might possess the power to lay waste to worlds, but this level of control was beyond them.

Clang~ The hatch of the flying boat suddenly swung open, revealing a figure clad in white robes and donning a black mask. His gaze swept over Wu Yuan and Qiong Sea King, his eyes radiating an aura of omniscience that sent shivers down Wu Yuan's spine. It was as if those eyes held the entirety of existence within them, capable of peering into the very core of one's being—an overwhelming presence that left Wu Yuan trembling involuntarily.

The discrepancy between them was far too great, akin to the chasm between heaven and earth.

"Yang Soul? Impressive, young one," the figure in white robes intoned in a soft, velvety voice.