At this moment, Snow Moon Tower had fallen into dead silence.
The thick stench of blood hung in the air, so heavy it made people nauseous.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the four severed heads, completely stunned. Some with weaker stomachs even bent over and vomited on the spot.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A series of hurried, heavy footsteps suddenly echoed from outside.
In the blink of an eye, a squad of martial artists rushed in. They wore dark uniforms and carried standard-issue sabers at their waists. The man leading them had a steady, powerful aura… clearly a 6th Grade Martial Artist.
Embroidered on their chests was a single imposing character… “Royal.”
The Royal City Division… the guardians of order in the capital.
The captain immediately spotted the four heads on the ground. His pupils shrank sharply.
His expression turned extremely grim. He recognized all four faces… their fathers were influential officials in the court.
Four sons of officials beheaded in public. If this wasn’t handled properly, his career would be finished.
His gaze turned sharp, instantly locking onto Leng Yue, whose killing aura had yet to dissipate. He drew his blade with a swift motion and pointed it forward, shouting, “Bold criminal! How dare you commit murder under the emperor’s rule! Men, seize her immediately!”
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The members behind him all drew their blades in unison. The cold steel reflected a chilling light under the lamps as they surrounded Leng Yue.
Just as the tension reached its peak, a lazy voice broke the silence.
“The Royal City Division? Quite the authority you have.”
Chu Feng strolled forward slowly, standing before them as he said coldly, “You dare to arrest someone from the Northern Suppression King’s Manor? What, do you think our manor has no one left?”
Only then did the captain and his men notice Chu Feng standing nearby. Their expressions changed instantly.
This Northern Suppression heir was synonymous with lawlessness in the capital. The Royal City Division had dealt with him many times before… and every time, they ended up embarrassed.
The captain’s face shifted repeatedly before he finally sheathed his blade and cupped his hands stiffly, “So it is Young Master Chu. I failed to recognize you earlier. Please forgive me.”
“So, are you still planning to take my person away?” Chu Feng asked casually.
The captain felt his scalp go numb but forced himself to reply, “Young Master Chu, your guard has publicly killed four people. The evidence is undeniable. We are tasked with maintaining order in the capital and must bring the culprit to justice.”
“Moreover, the backgrounds of these four young men… if we do nothing, we cannot answer for it.”
“Answer?”
Chu Feng snorted coldly.
“When I, Chu Feng, kill someone, do I need to answer to anyone?”
“If someone wants an explanation, let them come to the Northern Suppression King’s Manor and ask for it themselves.”
With that, he didn’t even spare them another glance and walked out with Leng Yue.
Only after his figure disappeared did a younger member mutter resentfully, “What’s he so arrogant about? The Northern Suppression King’s Manor is already in decline. There’s only an old man left, and he still thinks he’s the same powerful heir as before?”
“Shut up!” the captain snapped in a low voice, glancing toward the entrance with a complicated expression. “A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. The Northern Suppression King’s Manor is not something we can discuss. Report this matter to the Commander immediately!”
…
At the same time, on the top floor of Snow Moon Tower, inside an exquisitely elegant room.
A woman in white sat by the window. Her figure was slender, her temperament as cold and pure as a lotus atop a snowy peak. Steam rose gently from the tea before her, reflecting her flawless face.
The alluring woman from earlier hurried in, bowing as she spoke with confusion and urgency, “Master, why didn’t you let us intervene? Chu Feng openly broke the rules of Snow Moon Tower and even killed our people. How can we just let him go?”
The woman in white set down her teacup. Her voice was clear and cold like jade beads falling onto a plate, “The woman beside him is a Grandmaster.”
“A Grandmaster?!”
The woman’s heart trembled violently. The color drained from her face.
Such a young Grandmaster… willing to serve as a guard?
The depth of the Northern Suppression King’s Manor was far beyond what she had imagined.
She quickly added, “But now that all the generals of the manor are dead and the army has suffered heavy losses, they probably don’t have many good days left.”
“Send someone to watch him,” the woman in white said, ignoring her comment and issuing a command.
“Watch him?” the woman was even more puzzled. “He’s just a useless wastrel. What’s there to watch?”
The woman in white shook her head slowly. A strange glint flickered in her cold eyes, “For some reason, I feel this man is not simple. The decisiveness he showed tonight is not something a wastrel could possess.”
“…Could it be that his past image was all an act?” The woman sucked in a breath, a chilling thought forming in her mind.
“That’s why you must keep a close eye on him,” the woman in white said, lifting her teacup again. “If he truly has been hiding himself… then the capital is about to change.”
“Understood!” The woman responded solemnly.
…
Chu Feng, having left Snow Moon Tower, had no idea he was already being watched.
At this moment, he was calculating how to deal with Luo Qing.
As the heir of the Tian Nan Marquis Manor, Luo Qing was not someone like those four lackeys. Killing him openly would inevitably bring trouble to the already fragile Northern Suppression King’s Manor.
Looks like I’ll have to act in the shadows.
A glint flashed in Chu Feng’s eyes as a plan formed in his mind.
“Kid, that building ahead seems to contain quite a few rare treasures.”
Yao Ji’s voice suddenly sounded.
Chu Feng stopped and looked up.
Not far ahead stood an ancient octagonal building, quietly bathed in the night.
On the plaque above its entrance, three bold characters shimmered under the lantern light.
Misty Rain Pavilion.
Chu Feng searched his memories but found nothing about this place.
“What is this place?”
Leng Yue immediately replied, “Young Master, Misty Rain Pavilion is the most mysterious trading venue in the capital. As long as you can afford the price, you can buy anything here… cultivation resources, techniques, rare beasts, information… even lives.”
“Oh?” Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “You seem to know quite a lot.”
“The king ordered me to familiarize myself with all important places in the capital beforehand,” Leng Yue answered calmly.
“Interesting.” Chu Feng stroked his chin, staring at the building.
Without hesitation, he stepped inside.
The moment he entered, a mixed scent of herbs, metal, and aged books filled the air.
The first floor was spacious, lined with dozens of counters. Many fierce-looking martial artists were quietly negotiating with attendants, the atmosphere solemn yet orderly.
A clerk in a blue robe approached and bowed, “Young Master, how may I assist you?”
“What do you sell here?” Chu Feng asked, glancing around with interest.
The clerk smiled, “As long as you can think of it, we likely have it.”
“The first floor deals with standard cultivation resources. The second floor is an arena for beast fights. The third floor is an auction house. The fourth floor trades in information. The fifth floor offers private, customized services for our most distinguished guests.”
Chu Feng’s eyes flickered as he asked directly, “Do you have anything that can restore vitality?”
The clerk’s smile stiffened slightly. His gaze toward Chu Feng became more serious, “Items that restore vitality are extremely rare treasures, almost defying the heavens.”
“However, there will be a large auction on the third floor tomorrow night. You might find what you’re looking for there.”
“An auction?” Chu Feng nodded. “Understood.”
He paused, then suddenly said something astonishing as he looked around the hall, “Wrap up everything on this floor. I’ll take it all.”
In an instant, the entire hall fell silent.
All the martial artists turned their heads, their gazes filled with shock and scrutiny as they focused on Chu Feng.
Then, a mocking laugh broke the silence.
“I was wondering who had such a big mouth. So it’s our empire’s number one useless heir.”
“You, who hasn’t even stepped into martial arts, buying so many cultivation resources… are you planning to eat them as food?”