Several of the elders looked pale and weak, clearly suffering from serious injuries—including Elder Liuli.
“Sect Master, why don’t I try again? I really can’t stop worrying about Ye Feng!”
Just as she was about to leave the sect and eliminate the Great Qin’s dark agents hiding in Martial Refinement Commandery, the Moonshade Sect elders discovered something shocking: they were trapped within the sect grounds.
At some unknown point, someone had set up a massive barrier formation outside the Moonshade Sect. Any cultivator above the Martial King Realm could not leave.
A few elders who tried to force their way through the formation had been severely injured by its backlash.
Strangely, the disciples and deacons below the Martial King Realm could come and go freely.
Faced with such a large-scale formation, the high-level members of Moonshade Sect instantly thought of Ye Feng.
After all, aside from Ye Feng—who had once recited two god-level poems that triggered celestial anomalies—who else could make the Great Han Empire take such drastic action?
But now, they couldn’t go to the Ye Family to protect Ye Feng.
They could only send Li Changfeng and the younger disciples.
Elder Liuli’s suggestion was met with a slow shake of the head from Yuehua.
“It’s no use. I just used the Moon-Slaying Sword at full power, and I still couldn’t break the formation.”
Everyone was stunned.
With Yuehua’s mid-stage Martial King cultivation and the sect’s treasured weapon in her hands, even late-stage Martial Kings would have to avoid a head-on clash.
Yet the formation was still untouched.
Could this really be the work of the Han Empire’s dark agents?
“Could it be the imperial court itself trying to intimidate us?”
“That doesn’t make sense. The Great Qin and Great Han have been rivals for ten thousand years. Why would Great Qin help the Han and harm its own people?”
“Could it be a trick by that Female Emperor Yaoguang of the Great Han? But the Han Empire is known to be extremely weak in formation arts!”
The elders all voiced their doubts, but there was no consensus.
Only Elder Liuli noticed the thoughtful look in Yuehua’s eyes and asked curiously, “Sect Master, do you have a theory?”
Everyone turned to look at Yuehua.
She did not hide anything and nodded slowly.
“The formation doesn’t kill—clearly, the other party hasn’t reached Martial Emperor level. And among those below Martial Emperor Realm who can construct such a complex formation, it must be someone from the Great Zhou Empire!”
Hiss!
The elders gasped in unison.
If Yuehua was right, then Martial Refinement Commandery was now crawling with experts from three great empires. Things had completely spiraled out of control.
Yuehua, however, was unmoved.
“Hmph. Without experiencing life and death, one’s cultivation is nothing but a decoration. This trip, I believe, is a good opportunity!”
Before she could finish her righteous speech, Elder Liuli interrupted with a teasing smile.
“Sect Master, I think I saw Saintess Yue Wu leave with them too!”
“What?!”
“Why is Yue Wu acting so recklessly!”
Yuehua’s face paled. She grabbed the Moon-Slaying Sword and rushed out.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Moments later, loud explosions echoed from outside Moonshade Sect.
Yuehua was frantically slashing at the formation with her sword, showing no regard for her own safety.
Yue Wu wasn’t just the Saintess of Moonshade Sect—she was personally chosen by the Moon God.
If something happened to her, Yuehua would never be able to bear the wrath of the Moon God.
Watching Yuehua now putting on a righteous front after panicking, the elders behind her could only fall silent.
…
Meanwhile, outside Ye Feng’s small courtyard, an old man dressed in black was quietly approaching under the cover of night.
It was Shasheng, leader of the Great Han Empire’s dark agents.
He stopped at the courtyard gate, thought for a moment, then decided not to break in. Instead, he called out in a deep voice.
“Young Master Ye, are you there? This old man has come to visit. There’s an important matter to discuss!”
Though not loud, his voice instantly woke Ye Feng.
“Who the hell is it? Are you sick? You don’t sleep, but others do! Whatever it is, talk tomorrow!”
Furious after being woken up, Ye Feng cursed a few times, turned over, and tried to sleep again.
Shasheng’s face stiffened.
If Great Qin’s experts weren’t pressing so hard, he really would have waited a few hours. Maybe his sincerity could’ve moved Ye Feng.
But now, he had no time.
He circulated spiritual Qi through his dantian, gathered it in his palm, and struck.
Crash!
The gate of the courtyard shattered under his palm.
Without hesitation, Shasheng charged toward the small building.
If Ye Feng agreed to join the Great Han Empire later, even if he had to offer his life as apology, it would be worth it.
But if Ye Feng refused… then he’d have to be killed.
“Late-stage Martial General?”
Hearing the commotion and rushing out of bed, Ye Feng was shocked to sense Shasheng’s aura.
But to his relief, Shasheng didn’t strike. Instead, he cupped his fists and apologized.
“Young Master Ye, forgive me. I had no choice. Her Majesty Yaoguang of the Great Han Empire sends her decree. She wishes to invite you to join our empire. High rank, great wealth—everything you could want!”
Ye Feng was stunned. He never imagined he’d catch the attention of the Female Emperor.
But a moment later, he understood—it must’ve been because of those two poems he recited.
“Who would’ve thought that just a few casual verses could be the limit of this world?”
Ye Feng was incredibly frustrated.
The poems he knew from Huaxia—any one of them might trigger divine phenomena here.
He couldn’t afford to spark a heavenly anomaly every time he made a move.
If this continued, the old freaks at the center of the Endless Continent—those at the Martial God and Martial Saint level—might really dissect him out of curiosity.
So how would he live peacefully and lazily then?
“Um… can I refuse?” Ye Feng looked up, speaking somewhat awkwardly.
After all, this guy came in the middle of the night with an invitation—no interview, just an immediate offer.
Even compared to jobs back on Earth, this was insane.
But Ye Feng, who had read the original novel thoroughly, knew the Great Han Empire was too dangerous—full of endless infighting.
The Female Emperor Yaoguang was aggressive and ambitious.
If he joined, he’d just become another pawn—how could he lie flat then?
Surprisingly, Shasheng wasn’t discouraged. He even dropped a shocking bomb.
“Young Master Ye, perhaps you should reconsider? Her Majesty said… if you agree, she’s willing to offer herself as part of the deal—she’ll marry you.”
Though these were the Female Emperor’s exact words, Shasheng still found it hard to believe even as he repeated them.
Of course, there was also a touch of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
In Shasheng’s eyes, no man could possibly reject such an offer.
To marry the Female Emperor of the Great Han Empire meant becoming a royal prince—second only to the emperor himself, with power beyond imagination.
Yet Ye Feng’s reaction wasn’t excitement—his eyes were filled with… fear.