Chapter 493: Intense Preparation (2/2)
Even the other experts in the mansion didn’t detect her.
Nangong Hongyan asked: “You’re maneuvering against Beauty’s Smile?”
“Yes, I have promised to bring Maestro Ye back to you, safe and sound.” Feiyun smiled.
She seemed to be glowing under the moonlight: “Why didn’t you talk to me about it first?”
Feiyun paused for a bit before answering: “It’s no big deal, just leave it to me. You just sit back and watch the fun.”
“I must join in.” She knew that Beauty’s Smile was no joke since it involved too many powers including Mount Potala.
Though Feiyun had recalled his three marquises and the army, it still wouldn’t be easy.
Just one wrong move and he would lose the entire board. Blood would stain the capital.
On the other hand, he didn’t want to put her in a dangerous situation so he hid it from her.
“Very well, I’ll bring you along when I attack.” He acquiesced.
“When?”
“After three days. I need three days to prepare so come to the mansion then. I’ll take you to save Maestro Ye.” He answered.
“Really?” She asked with skepticism.
Feiyun said: “Why would I lie to you about something so important? Just return to Supreme Beauty and wait for my news, don’t worry.”
After confirming that she had really left, he went out alone and headed for Southern Sky.
He needed a real master to preside over the situation in order to deal with Beauty’s Smile. If he could invite Ning Fengxian, his force would surely be enough.
Tonight was full of turmoils and underlying currents at the capital. Some could smell the smoke of war already, that something big was going to happen but not the exact time.
Early morning on the second day, before the nine bells could ring at the capital, a group of cultivators riding qilin bulls appeared inside the southern gate.
“Clank, clank!” Their iron hooves crushed the thick snow while issuing metallic clanking.
Feiyun wore a black armor with a dragon helm with his saber on his back, riding at the front.
To the left and the right of him was a monk and a daoist, respectively. The monk looked around seven or eight years old with a golden radiance covering him. His appearance looked like a child but he had a dignified and sad temperament.
This was a big shot - Southern Sky’s abbot, Monk Maitreya. He cultivated the Unaging Scripture so he still looked like a kid despite being 700 years of age.
On the other side was one of the three Untethered of the Daoist belief, Ning Fengxian.
Behind them were the loyal soldiers of the Divine King Mansion, primed to fight with an opposing aura. The pedestrians on the street quickly gave way, thinking that something big was going to happen.
“Halt, it is not time to open the city gate.” A mighty voice came on top of the dark wall.
Feiyun took out his King’s Order. A light exploded and caused the badge to send out a black ray more than several hundred meters in the air.
“Open the gate!” Feiyun shouted.
“Greetings, Divine King.”
“Greetings, Divine King.”
All the soldiers near the gate kneeled, causing loud clanking noises with their armor plates.
The captain of this gate, Zhang Chonglin, came out. He wore a black armor with a pair of tiger eyes as bright as two lamps. His vitality and power were dense like a primal beast as he let out a lion roar: “Under the Grand Chancellor’s order, in this period of chaos, the gates of the capital will only open for six hours a day. Soldiers from the Martial Army cannot enter without permission.”
He was naturally powerful to become the captain of one of the nine gates. He didn’t give a damn about Feiyun. In his eyes, the guy might be the current Divine King but his cultivation was too weak. There was no way he would kneel against someone like him.