Emperor Yan Yuan’s words shocked Wu Ching, jolting him out of his reverie. "It’s nothing, Your Majesty," Wu Ching replied softly. "Hurry up and prophecy my fate!" Emperor Yan Yuan shouted impatiently. Wu Ching took the prophecy mirror from the box and brought it before Emperor Yan Yuan. "Please place Your Majesty’s left palm on the mirror." Emperor Yan Yuan immediately placed his left palm on the mirror for a few seconds before Wu Ching told him to pull it back. Wu Ching stared at the prophecy mirror for a moment. He kept his composure and showed a cold expression so that Emperor Yan Yuan could not read the change in his face. The old man closed his eyes, confused about what to say. In his vision, Emperor Yan Yuan would meet a tragic end—just like what he had done to Emperor Feng Yu. "Well, Elder Wu? What have you seen from this prophecy mirror?" Emperor Yan Yuan could not wait for Wu Ching’s answer. Wu Ching finally decided to stick to his principle of not lying. He would ra

A moment later, a soldier entered the underground room with a confused expression. "What is it, Soldier?" Jian Kun asked curiously. "Marshal, a large group of enemy soldiers is heading toward this village," the soldier replied. "Where are they now?" Lin Xiao asked, shocked by the report. "They’re about an hour away from here, Sir," the soldier answered. Lin Xiao and Jian Kun could only furrow their brows. Their eyes met in disbelief that their hiding place had been discovered by the enemy. They suspected there was a traitor among their soldiers who had reported their location to the palace. "Is there a traitor among the soldiers here?" Lin Xiao asked curiously. "I don’t know, Elder. But right now we should prepare to face their attack." Jian Kun then looked at the soldier in front of him, "Ready all soldiers for the worst-case scenario!" "I will carry it out, Marshal." The soldier bowed in respect, turned around, and walked out of the underground room. Shortly afte

Wei Ho, Zhao Wen, and Prince Xiao Yu were brimming with anticipation as they welcomed each group arriving from the various white-aligned sects. Although not every disciple of those sects had been sent, the ones who did arrive were the selected elites—young warriors whose martial cultivation was already solid, at least two stages short of the level known as duel-worthy experts. Meanwhile, Fang Yun and Mei Hwa did not join the welcoming party. Instead, they were outside the Sect of Shadow Spear, quietly sweeping the surrounding area to anticipate any unwanted dangers. Fang Yun fully understood how swiftly disaster could strike if they let their guard down, especially if enemy spies managed to creep close enough to observe the inner workings of the sect. The pair of young warriors sharpened their senses as they scanned every possible hiding place—clusters of bushes, boulders, and the thick boughs of towering trees—anywhere an infiltrator might crouch to watch unseen. Fang Yun, who had

The healer looked puzzled as he examined the man’s shattered thigh bone. He saw no signs of severe external injury—only a bruise about a foot long running down the man’s leg. “How could this have happened, my lord? I mean… how did his thigh bone get so completely crushed?” the healer asked, turning to Fang Yun. “I only hit him with a small branch, Master,” Fang Yun said. “But is there any medicine or remedy that can heal him?” The healer shook his head slowly, secretly amazed by the young man’s answer. A simple branch couldn’t shatter a thigh bone unless it was wielded with immense power. “His leg will have to be amputated to prevent gangrene. The bone fragments could cause an infection and make him even weaker.” Fang Yun walked over to the man lying on the bed. Though he was still conscious, his face was pale and drawn with weakness. “So… do you want to lose your leg?” The man only looked at Fang Yun with a sad, empty gaze. But before he could answer, the healer interrupted. “W

Wang Yun and the four officials exchanged glances. Then Wang Yun spoke up in response to the Prince’s question. “We did not come empty-handed, Your Highness. We brought ten thousand soldiers with us. If we had ill intentions, Master Lin’s camp would have been attacked by Yuan Dynasty forces yesterday.”Prince Xiao Yu smiled faintly at the five kneeling men. “I learned a lesson from my father’s death. In palace politics, there are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies—only interests. Once, you dared to betray my father because my uncle promised you something. Now, you side with me because something has made you uncomfortable with him. That is certain!”Wang Yun and his four kneeling companions were stunned that Prince Xiao Yu had guessed their true reason for supporting him.As a top-ranking politician, Wang Yun tried to dodge the question and deny the Prince’s accusation.“No, Your Highness. We support you because we are sorry and want to atone for our sins. That is our only r