Chapter 120: Get Lost All of You, Donst Come and Bother Me (1/2)

Chapter 120: Get Lost All of You, Don't Come and Bother Me

Translator: OnGoingWhyEditor: Vermillion

Outside a room in a luxurious inn within the imperial city.

Tang Yin was solemnly standing at the doorway with his arms crossed and a longsword in his embrace. His expression was extremely grim as he looked into the distance. Waves of true energy were circulating outside his body, appearing like sparkling lights in the darkness.

Behind him, the pillar of light that extended into the sky was emanating surging waves of energy. He knew that his gluttonous master was advancing to the next level. However, this was giving Tang Yin a headache as he understood the current situation within the imperial city well enough. In this sort of situation, only his master would dare to advance to the next level in such an eye-catching manner.

How was this any different from telling others that you were there to cause trouble?

Within the current imperial city, what would the appearance of a seventh grade Battle-Saint mean? The crown prince and King Yu would be completely green with envy. After all, experts were equivalent to important resources that could ensure their ascension to the throne.

As expected, Tang Yin spotted a tall and sturdy figure heading in their direction while walking in the air. He softly exhaled as he focused his attention on the figure.

”The Light Wind Empire's guardian, seventh grade Battle-Saint… Xiao Meng?” Tang Yin muttered as he watched the approaching Xiao Meng. This was his first meeting with this legendary figure as well.

Nearby, his junior sister, Lu Xiaoxiao, had unexpectedly appeared as well and timidly stood behind Tang Yin. Her surprising action made his heart feel rather warm.

”Might I ask who you are, and what is your purpose for coming to the imperial city?”

Before even arriving, Xiao Meng's imposing voice had already reached them as if an intimidating aura had landed on Tang Yin, causing his body to slightly tremble.

”We're members of the Celestial Arcanum Sect. Please be assured that our master and the two of us have come without any ill intentions,” Tang Yin said with a fist and palm salute to Xiao Meng, while behaving neither servile nor haughty.

Holding his hands behind his back, Xiao Meng slowly approached step by step while his sleeves flapped behind him. With a solemn expression, he soon landed in front of Tang Yin.

”The Celestial Arcanum Sect? Right after His Majesty passed away, the Celestial Arcanum Sect dispatches a seventh grade Battle-Saint into the Light Wind Empire. And you're telling me that you have no ill intentions? Do you really expect me to believe you?” Xiao Meng mildly said as the corners of his mouth curled up, seemingly sneering at Tang Yin.

Tang Yin was really put in a difficult position. They really did not have any ill intentions. Their only purpose for coming to the imperial city was to obtain the Phoenix Blood Herb from Bu Fang's hands… Now that things had reached this stage, Tang Yin was helpless as well.

Gluttony was to blame. Tang Yin did not know whether to laugh or cry. If that gluttonous master of his did not eat every single dish in Bu Fang's store, everything would be alright.

While enduring Xiao Meng's deliberate release of his aura, Tang Yin could only once again emphasize their lack of ill intentions.

The pillar of light within the room was rapidly shrinking. Evidently, the person inside had completed their breakthrough and was concealing their aura. Soon, the pillar of light completely disappeared...

Dadada.

The sound of footsteps could be heard. Zhao Musheng slowly approached with his eyes squinting and a smile on his face.

”General Xiao, go easy on them. They're our guests after all. It's rare for experts from the Celestial Arcanum Sect to appear within the imperial city. As the host, we should show proper etiquette.”

Zhao Musheng's voice was very gentle, revealing his slyness at handling matters. His jovial attitude made anyone else unable to be angry at him.

However, Xiao Meng was furious the moment he saw Zhao Musheng's face. He thought, ”This wily old fox, he's unexpectedly a seventh grade Battle-Saint. Everyone was fooled by him for so long… No wonder why His Majesty would always be on guard against Zhao Musheng when he was still alive. The truth was he already realized this wily old fox was not simple.”

He was a seventh grade Battle-Saint and yet he hid his cultivation level for so many years. What was his identity? What was his objective? Xiao Meng knew nothing at all.

Therefore, Xiao Meng was not happy to see Zhao Musheng in the slightest.

The pressure Tang Yin was feeling increased even further. An empire's general and Minister of the Left were both distinguished people. The aura that they were subconsciously releasing made his heart tremble.

Just as Tang Yin felt the pressure on him increase even further, the door to the room behind him suddenly opened. A wave of breeze-like true energy swept past, brushing away the pressure on Tang Yin like melting snow.