Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 647 - 647 188 West Gate

Chapter 647: Chapter 188: West Gate Chapter 647: Chapter 188: West Gate The strength of the Ximen Family was such overwhelming.

Feng Yin couldn’t help but think.

If these four people were able to challenge the Nine Colors Supreme back then, how strong they would be after all these years, is really indescribable!

“They were able to challenge the Nine Colors Supreme, the depth and strength of the Ximen family is amazing?!”

Feng Yin took a deep breath.

“Your days of cultivation are too short, your knowledge is limited. Sure, the Nine Colors Supreme are the strongest in this world, but there are more than just them!”

The Cat Emperor said indifferently: “The Nine Colors Supreme are renowned because each of them rules a nation, with national luck bonuses! Their combat strength in actual battle is much higher than other cultivators, and this is the true reason for the shock throughout the world.”

“If you look at the world, even if no one dares to proclaim himself stronger than the Nine Colors Supreme, there are still many who are not weaker than them.”

“The Nine Colors Supreme is so called because they have an extra bonus in combat strength. Otherwise, what’s the point of challenging their supremacy? The worldly authority is nothing more than this to those surpassing the order!”

The Cat Emperor said, “Miss Dong should know this particularly well.”

Dong Xiaoyan bit her lip and nodded.

Others may not know, but how could Dong Xiaoyan, the young lady of the Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace, not know?

There are several superpowers in her own Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace that are no less powerful than the Nine Colors!

Even those casual, wandering figures seem to disdain the prestige of the Nine Colors Supreme.

They think that those nine people are obsessed with power, are unfilial, and have strayed far from the path of cultivation…

“The worldly strong, who have reached the level of the Nine Colors Supreme, rarely interfere in mundane matters.”

The Cat Emperor said, “From their viewpoint of immortality, they have seen so much of the world. Long-lived and worldly experienced, they’ve seen all the ups and downs, all the tides of change, everything coalesces to be ordinary. I guess… even if these people die, as long as people of the level of Ximen Qianqiu do not die in disgrace, they will not take action personally.”

She spoke with some mockery and some self-mockery: “The so-called kinship of a large family… is actually not much different from that of the imperial clan of the monster race. After a few generations, the so-called kinship is not so… as intimate as imagined, most so-called vengeance is actually just for the authority of the clan or the group.”

“And the ones who value kinship most are usually only… fathers and sons, grandfathers and grandsons, brothers.”

The Cat Emperor shook her head and said, “Actually, my statement may not be objective, or it may be one-sided. But it is a common problem for all living beings to face in the long run. There is nothing really worth discussing or blaming.”

“If there is love, you won’t live as long.”

Dong Xiaoyan nodded slightly, sighed a bit, and spoke with a drooping head: “Yes, your majesty is correct. Just like my Heavenly Sword Cloud Palace, actually when I was beaten by others outside, only my father, mother, and grandfather would care, my great-grandfather, great-great-grandfather and others… wouldn’t care at all.”

“Only when they felt the honor of the palace was lost, they would take action. What they truly maintain is the palace, the honor of the palace, not me as a person.”

Dong Xiaoyan sighed in melancholy: “Ah, they who have lived so long, have seen too many births, old ages, sicknesses, and deaths, and too many ups and downs…”

“Every year countless children and grandchildren die … If every death would drain their spirits and make them grieve for a few days, the ancestors would have collapsed long ago…”

Feng Yin was somewhat taken aback.

Could it be that you still understand those old fellows who don’t value family ties?

Well, this is good, at least if the people of the Ximen family acted more covertly, they wouldn’t cause a big trouble.

“If the Ximen family is so strong, why don’t they challenge the Three Mountains? Wouldn’t it be the natural course of things?”

Feng Yin asked.

“You think they haven’t challenged it?”

The Cat Emperor had a teasing smile.

“Err …”

“You think the master of the Supreme Mountain is really the strongest at the top of the Supreme Mountain?” The Cat Emperor still had a teasing smile.

With this kind of expression, Feng Yin felt like he’d asked a stupid question.

He couldn’t help but feel embarrassed, raising his glass.

“Drink up. No more talking about those depressing things.”

Feng Yin smiled: “Drink to the fill today, think about tomorrow’s worries tomorrow. Uncle Zhuang, Aunt Zhuang, this time, we are really drinking wines during a snowy day. Don’t think too much … As long as we are in Yuezhou, what are we afraid of them running to the sky?”

Zhu Weiran felt his heart burning hot. Although there was no fighting, he felt his whole body boiling with blood, filled with an impulse called ‘a man willing to die for those who appreciate him’. He managed to suppress himself, generously raising his glass: “Let’s not talk about it then!”

Snow fell from the sky, floated into the glass of wine, and melted inside the warm liquor.

Zhu Weiran and his wife both tilted their heads back and emptied the snow in the glass.

It seemed that the accumulated bitterness of these years was also drained from their bodies.

The wine entered the throat, and after the spiciness, there was a slight feeling of intoxication. A burst of sweetness suddenly surged up, the so-called bitterness leads to sweetness, that’s it.

The couple had the same feeling.

They also feel a bit guilty.

After all, the people they didn’t want to get involved, they inevitably got mixed up in the end.

But undeniably, they felt completely relieved.

Zhu Weiran continued to raise his glass, drinking unrestrainedly, as if he was completely unrestrained, as if he was intentionally trying to get drunk. Hu Lengyue did not stop him, but instead kept pouring him drinks, as if encouraging him.

After a while, Zhu Weiran was drunk, his eyes blurred and unsteady.

He lifted his cup, shrieked lamentably towards the sky, tears in his eyes, holding his cup to the heavens: “Brothers…”

He could only utter three words until he choked up and could speak no more.

Forcing himself to gulp down the booze in his cup all at once, he took a long exhale, sighing, “Life’s just like this cup of wine.”

“I haven’t dared to drink heavily in decades.”

“Let’s get drunk today!”

“How exhilarating!”

Zhu Weiran, at this moment, seemed as though he had drunk away years of sorrow. Shaking, he fell asleep in his chair, with his eyelids tightly closed, traces of tears still visible. And yet, his face bore nothing else but relaxation.

Hu Lengyue laughed faintly: “I’m sorry for the display… Zhu was rather indecent today.”

She then stared blankly at her husband’s face and forced a smile; “Zhu… hasn’t relaxed like this in decades.”

Hu Lengyue then carried Zhu Weiran back to their room, leaving only Feng Yin and the others alone in the snowstorm.

“We need to plan carefully before making a move against the Ximen Clan. It has to be clean, and we mustn’t leave any traces,” Feng Yin slowly remarked.

According to the whims of the Cat Emperor, even if Ximen Qianqiu’s old injuries have caused him fundamental damage, his power as a Half-Step Cloud Top is still there, no matter how weak he may be. Although he might struggle with prolonged battles due to his dwindling lifespan, a brief bout of explosive power is still possible; if he gets the opening, he becomes a grave threat not to be taken lightly.

“We naturally understand this part.”

Feng Yin agreed, nodding repeatedly.

“Since we’ve decided to strike, we must have full-proof plans. In other words, before the circumstances are ripe, we must not act recklessly and avoid stirring up the hornet’s nest.”

Turning his head to Dong Xiaoyan: “Mainly, I’m talking about you.”

Upon hearing this, Dong Xiaoyan was taken aback; she glared at Feng Yin furiously: “Are you trying to control me?”

“Does the Ice Phoenix still want to reincarnate?” Feng Yin looked at her askance.

“Yes!”

“Will you listen or not?”

“Yes!”

“Call me brother!”

“I’ll bite you to death!”

Angered and embarrassed, Dong Xiaoyan bared her teeth and tried to bite Feng Yin.

Feng Yin quickly darted away, still laughing uncontrollably.

…

The snowstorm in Yuezhou City was unrelenting, and the sales at the Warmheart General Store were still hot as ever.

The flux of people pouring in through the four city gates was still continuous.

Even amidst the heavy snow with limited visibility, an endless stream of visitors from far and wide journeyed to the city. Their numbers only intensified over the days.

All these visitors had one common belief: There was a divine doctor in Yuezhou City who could cure their chronic ailments. Moreover, they each held on to the same conviction: He will definitely cure me. I am different!

And Yuezhou City, at least in many places hidden from view, was surreptitiously undergoing a complete change.

Countless ancient tree roots coiled and intertwined underground like a giant net spanning beneath Yuezhou, forming a vast underground spring snare.

Hordes of huge rats scurried underground, forming an orderly subterranean rat trail system.

The Rat king issued commands continuously, making his underlings dart all over the entire Yuezhou City.

Flocks of red-tailed sparrows danced freely in the heavy snow, their eyes keenly observing every single movement.

In particular, they were monitoring the activities in the various inns of the city.

As soon as the Ximen family of sixty people entered the city, they rented out a private inn and did not entertain any outsiders.

Although this inn was nominally part of the Business Alliance, its real owner was Sky Stealer, Ding Hou, also known as Ding, the Landlord.

With no update concerning the divine doctor for a while, the Ximen family was putting tremendous pressure on He Bibiqu and the city lord, to the point that He Bibiqu finally shut his doors to visitors.

There was no activity during the heavy snowfall.

With nothing to do, the Ximen family members idled away their time, drinking wine either by the window or in the pavilions, watching the snow fall.

With hot dishes and the scent of wine wafting through the air, watching the snowfall from the window had its own charm.

But, with no information about the divine doctor’s return or arrival, the purpose of the trip seemed purposeless and was turning everyone anxious.

Ximen Huai De, his wife, two brothers, and two guardians sat drinking wine in the pavilion, all anxious and restless.

“There’s no news about the divine doctor, can we still trust the Xu brothers?”

“Whether we can trust them or not, we really don’t know. But as they always say, we have no say in this, and we can’t do anything about it.”

Ximen Huai Rou also sighed, “So many people, just waiting like this—what kind of divine doctor is this, to make such a scene?”