“It doesn’t matter if you go first, because it won’t be long before we form a special relationship,” Myeong Pai said confidently, certain that no one could take away the woman he adored as his future wife. He glanced at Chen Nian and saw that the girl showed no signs of cultivation, which only made his excitement rise. “By the way, who is she, Father-in-law?” Myeong Pai asked, still using the same title. “She’s my daughter’s fiancé!” Long Jiwei replied. But he immediately felt something was off. Indeed, he didn’t want to reveal that Chen Nian was the Patriarch, since that was Chen Nian’s own request. However, the label stating that Chen Nian was the fiancé should have been there. Long Jiwei looked at Chen Nian with a pounding heart, trying to gauge the girl’s reaction. Yet he found no trace of emotional turmoil on her expression. That made Long Jiwei feel more at ease. Myeong Pai pointed at Chen Nian, his face full of doubt. “Father-in-law, are you sure about your choice?” R

Myeong Chan’s eyes glared sharply at Chen Nian, but there was no chance to strike. Right now, the top priority was saving Myeong Pai’s life from the grip of death. The hatred growing in his heart for Chen Nian was so deep, and this reality was even more disappointing than his earlier suspicions. Shattered hope and agonizing pain took hold of both their hearts. Meanwhile, Long Jiwei approached Chen Nian. “Thank you, Patriarch!” he whispered softly. He realized that after this defeat, the Myeong Clan would abandon their plan to make his daughter a wife. Even so, conflict between the two clans was unavoidable. But Long Jiwei wasn’t too worried. If the entire clan got involved, the situation would actually be easier to handle. Previously, the Myeong Clan wouldn’t have taken aggressive action, since this was a personal matter—a man proposing to a daughter from another clan. This situation shouldn’t have caused a major clan conflict. However, if a man left his clan, a long

In the midst of the chaos, a message shot out like the wind, trying to reach Long Chen of the Long Clan to inform him about Myeong Yen’s attack plan. But unfortunately, the message never connected with Long Chen. This communication failure only added to the panic. Long Jiwei had just finished listening to a message from someone who contacted him through the Bip-bip. With a confident expression, he said, “Thank you. Send any other information you find as soon as possible!” After sending the reply, Long Jiwei looked at Chen Nian sitting across from him. With a sharp gaze, he said, “Just as we suspected, Myeong Yen is moving very fast. He has no more hesitation about attacking.” Hearing that, Chen Nian nodded and said, “Calm down. The Long Clan’s territory is ours. We know its geography inside out. So we just need to set up formations. Gather the formation masters—I’ll make the arrangements!” “How much time do we have before they arrive?” Chen Nian asked seriously, looking at L

A massive explosion shook the sky over Hebei City as a group led by Myeong Yen tried to sneak in through the outer barrier. They had identified a weak point beforehand, but it turned out that very spot held a formation that would explode if touched. Myeong Yen was stunned. He felt admiration for an enemy that had prepared everything so well, though now was hardly the time to praise them. His face flushed red with a mix of amazement and anger. In an instant, he steadied his breathing and shouted to his men, “So they’ve prepared everything well! Check with the others at the other positions!” His subordinates immediately contacted their comrades at other positions, seeking information on whether similar traps existed in those areas. Everyone there felt tense, realizing their infiltration attempt might have already been discovered by the enemy. Meanwhile, Myeong Yen pondered inwardly, trying to find another way to slip into Hebei City without causing further uproar. Explosion after

Myeong Yen gripped the hilt of her massive sword tightly as it trembled. She couldn’t hide her shock and anger when she saw fine cracks spreading like a spiderweb across the surface of her beloved blade. Myeong Yen’s emotions exploded in an instant. “Damn it!” she cursed loudly. Her eyes blazed with fury as she stared at the figure of Sirkuit, still so young, standing before her. Her face was taut, as if she wanted to crush Sirkuit with her gaze alone. Sirkuit didn’t flinch. He stared back at Myeong Yen with an equally sharp look. A bitter tension hung between them, making the air around them feel heavier and suffocating. Myeong Yen growled, “You’ll regret ruining my sword!” She prepared to launch an even fiercer counterattack against Sirkuit, but the young man remained calm and ready to face her fury. Now, they were no longer fighting in the sky, but on the surface of the earth, where the ground cracked beneath their feet. Every step left deep marks, painting a pict