In the Imperial Study of the Great Qin Imperial Palace, Qin Emperor Qin Ye, with his thick eyebrows, tiger-like eyes, and stern countenance, sat with a deeply furrowed brow.
Opposite Qin Ye, an elderly man with snow-white hair and beard, exuding an elegant and scholarly aura, spoke in a loud and animated voice, his eyebrows arching dramatically: “Your Majesty, this humble subject has thoroughly investigated.” “The creator of the God-grade verse that resonated with heaven and earth is Ye Feng, the eldest son of the Ye Clan of Wulian Prefecture!” “Legend has it that this Ye Feng, gifted since the age of seven, broke through to the Late-stage Martial Artist Realm by twelve.
Yet for the following seven years, he made no further progress.” “Yet unexpectedly, when Elder Liuli of the Moon Shadow Sect visited the Ye Clan a few days ago, Ye Feng shattered through two cultivation realms in a single day and was immediately accepted as Elder Liuli’s Direct Disciple.” Although only a dozen minutes had passed since Ye Feng triggered the resonance between heaven and earth, the old man possessed a thorough understanding of the matter.
After all, he was Bai Jianghe, the Grand Tutor of Great Qin.
His intelligence network was naturally unparalleled.
“Heh, the Grand Tutor’s intelligence surpasses even Our own!” Qin Ye remarked casually, his tone subtly mocking.
Upon hearing Qin Ye’s words, Bai Jianghe’s expression instantly shifted dramatically!
Though he held the esteemed position of Grand Tutor of Great Qin and was a Martial Emperor Realm expert—second only to the Emperor in the realm— Yet Qin Ye was the Emperor of Great Qin, a formidable late-stage Martial Emperor Realm expert.
To kill him would require no more than a thought.
At this moment, Bai Jianghe was filled with regret.
As one of Great Qin’s few Literary Path Experts, upon witnessing the emergence of a God-tier Verse in the empire, he had rushed to the palace to report everything to the Emperor.
He had even forgotten the cardinal sin of a courtier—overstepping his boundaries.
Fortunately, Qin Ye showed no intention of dwelling on the matter.
Instead, he turned to a young man beside him—one with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, and a face that resembled his own by seventy percent—and slowly spoke.
“Wushuang, is Ye Feng of the Ye Clan from Wulian Prefecture, whom Yun’er mentioned upon her return, the same person?” The Third Prince Qin Wushuang, standing nearby, dared not conceal the truth.
He nodded hastily and replied: “Imperial Father, it is indeed him!” Despite being a reincarnated individual with a Golden Finger, Qin Wushuang still felt a twinge of fear when facing his “cheap” father, the self-proclaimed Eternal Emperor.
However, what truly astonished him was Ye Feng himself.
In their previous life, while Ye Feng possessed heaven-defying fortune and extraordinary talent, he had never ventured into the Literary Path.
Could something have changed?
Though Qin Wushuang maintained a calm exterior, his heart was secretly growing anxious.
It seems I can’t afford to wait any longer!
“If the Son of Destiny is allowed to mature, seizing control of him will become exceedingly difficult.” Just then, Qin Ye’s voice suddenly interrupted Qin Wushuang’s thoughts.
“Make every effort to win him over, sparing no expense!” “If we can snatch him from their sect, all the better!” “Your old servant obeys your decree!” Bai Jianghe happily departed from the Imperial Study.
Only the silent father and son remained.
Crack!
In the Great Zhou Ancestral Court, the Son of Heaven of Zhou’s tortoise shell used for divination shattered with a crisp sound.
Below him, several black-robed clan elders wore expressions of shock.
Even the Emperor of Moods, who rarely betrayed his emotions, paled visibly.
After a pause, the Emperor of Moods finally commanded in a grave tone: “The fugitive who slipped through the River of Destiny’s net must be killed!” In the next instant, countless dark figures flashed through the hall and surged outward.
Sigh!
“Heaven does not favor our Great Han!” In the Phoenix Perch Palace of the Great Han, Empress Regnant Liu Yaoguang sighed skyward, her eyes filled with desolation.
Why did this God-tier Verse appear within the borders of their ancient rival, Great Qin?
“Instruct our agents within Great Qin to exert every effort to win Ye Feng over.
Even if he demands that this Empress marry him, agree to it.” Empress Regnant Yaoguang spoke coolly.
“If he refuses, then kill him with all our might, even if it means the destruction of all our agents!” “Yes!” Before her words had faded, an old eunuch beside the Empress Regnant, his face deeply wrinkled and eyes half-closed in sleep, instantly snapped his eyes open, bowed deeply, and retreated.
Empress Regnant Yaoguang paid him no attention, gazing blankly through the courtyard skylight at the sky above Phoenix Perch Palace, muttering to herself.
“Ye Feng, you must not disappoint this Empress!” A day later.
In a cave on Thousand Caves Mountain within Wulian Prefecture, a dozen black-clad figures sat cross-legged around a bonfire.
Their leader was an old man with a gloomy expression and a grotesque appearance.
“Master, the major factions in Wulian Prefecture have discovered our presence and mobilized to surround and intercept us,” a burly middle-aged man among the black-clad figures stood up and reported to the old man.
“Of the three hundred elite cultivators we had in Wulian Prefecture, only this handful remains!” The old man seemed not to hear, showing no concern whatsoever.
Moments later, as the bonfire died down and darkness enveloped the cave, the old man’s ghostly, chilling voice echoed through the shadows.
“By order of the Empress Regnant: Secure Ye Feng of the Ye Clan for the Great Han Imperial Dynasty at any cost!” “Even if they demand the Empress Regnant’s hand in marriage, agree to it!” “Li She, you go this time!
If he refuses, kill him at all costs!” Hearing the old man’s words, the crowd was stunned.
Empress Regnant Yaoguang—she was the dream of every man in Great Han.
Yet even powerhouses of the Martial Emperor Realm had failed to realize this dream.
What right did this Ye Feng, a man from Great Qin, have to earn the Empress’s favor?
The old man merely swept a cold glance over the crowd, offering no explanation.
Within the group, a woman with willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and captivating allure bowed respectfully in agreement.
This woman was none other than Li She!
Moments later, her brow furrowed as she spoke with some hesitation.
“Master, it’s said that Ye Clan Patriarch Ye Nanshan has already broken through to the Martial General Realm.” “If Ye Feng refuses, my Late-stage Martial Spirit Realm cultivation might not be enough to kill him.” Li She was like a ruthless machine, utterly indifferent to her own life or death.
Her sole concern was whether she could complete her mission.
“Rest assured!” The old man, pleased with Li She’s attitude, softened his tone.
“All the hidden agents within Great Qin have already converged on Wulian Prefecture.” “Not even a Martial General, let alone a Martial King, could protect him!” Li She nodded in satisfaction.
Meanwhile, completely unaware of these developments, Ye Feng was preparing hotpot in his courtyard.
“Damn it!
I can tolerate the hotpot base and ingredients costing one Salted Fish Point per portion, but selling enoki mushrooms by the stem?
One Salted Fish Point per stem!” Ye Feng grumbled indignantly.
“System, you’re truly remarkable.
You could have just robbed me outright, yet you generously ‘gave’ me these enoki mushrooms.” Faced with the System’s silent indifference, Ye Feng still spent 100 Salted Fish Points to buy a bundle of enoki mushrooms.
Who could resist such a delicacy?
Besides, enoki mushrooms aren’t exactly consumable items; they can be reused indefinitely.
Just as Ye Feng was happily adding the ingredients he’d purchased for over 150 Salted Fish Points into the bubbling pot, threw in another log, and settled down beneath the courtyard’s ancient tree, ready to enjoy his lavish meal…
Rustle, rustle!
Dry leaves shook loose from the tree, cascading down into Ye Feng’s hotpot.
Insects and ants fell into the pot alongside the leaves.
Simultaneously, a woman in crimson robes, her features strikingly alluring, slowly twirled and landed before Ye Feng.
It was Li She, the Great Han’s hidden operative!
“Young Master, am I beautiful?” Li She parted her crimson lips, her breath carrying the fragrance of orchids.