Just as the voice fell, with a loud "boom," the head of the head eunuch exploded, sending red and white matter flying in all directions.
Scalding blood sprayed all over the robes and faces of the nearby junior eunuchs.
The group of eunuchs was instantly scared out of their wits, their faces turning deathly pale.
A few of the more cowardly ones already had weak knees, their crotches becoming wet and warm as a foul stench mixed with the smell of blood wafted through the air.
Fu Chen stood expressionless, slowly withdrawing his fist.
“Ah!”
“Who is this guy? He actually killed Nine Thousand Years' men...”
“What guts! He must be tired of living...”
The surrounding crowd couldn't help but cry out in shock.
Retreating in unison, they stared at Fu Chen with curiosity.
“Run quickly, young hero! Those are Nine Thousand Years' men...”
At this moment, the Foundation Establishment stage old man from earlier called out a warning from the crowd.
Fu Chen didn't speak. He simply turned his head to look at the person who had just spoken.
He saw a middle-aged man clad in black armor walking over.
Fu Chen's brow furrowed slightly as he stared warily at the newcomer. Peak Nascent Soul stage... Could he, a peak Golden Core stage cultivator, take him on? He wondered if he could kill him. Well, it was worth a try...
Diao San also nervously circulated his spiritual energy, ready to teleport away at any moment.
The Great Sect Master had said: if you can't beat them, run; if you can beat them, beat them to death...
By now, the eunuchs had also recovered their senses. They looked at the newcomer and cried out:
“Lord Xuanying, kill this kid!”
“Lord Xuanying, you must avenge us!”
“Lord Xuanying, this little brat killed Minister Zhao!”
Smack!
Xuanying slapped the eunuch who had called Fu Chen a little brat right across the face.
The eunuch was sent flying by the slap, his breath cut short instantly.
At this moment, Xuanying was also utterly speechless. When he had shouted “wait” just now, it was to stop the eunuchs from seizing Fu Chen, not to stop Fu Chen from killing the eunuchs...
For these eunuchs to look to him for justice—had they lost their minds? I am the Emperor's man, not some lackey of Nine Thousand Years. Brainless fools. I'll slaughter all of you sooner or later.
Xuanying's slap instantly left the remaining eunuchs dumbfounded.
They looked at Xuanying, then at the corpse on the ground.
They couldn't understand why Xuanying would help an outsider.
Moreover, did he not fear Nine Thousand Years' retaliation?
“Ah?”
“Why did Lord Xuanying strike Nine Thousand Years' men?”
“Who is this young man?”
The surrounding crowd was also filled with curiosity, unable to make head or tail of the scene playing out before them.
Fu Chen and Diao San also stared at Xuanying in curiosity.
Why would this Lord Xuanying strike one of his own?
“Lord Xuanying, we are Nine Thousand Years' men!” a eunuch stammered, his entire body trembling.
“Nine Thousand Years' men? What kind of men?”
That single question instantly stumped the eunuchs. What else could they be? Of course they were his subordinates!
“His subordinates,” the eunuch replied.
“Then do you know who this is?” Xuanying asked, pointing at Fu Chen.
The eunuchs shook their heads. At the very least, they knew he wasn't some high-ranking official or noble. They recognized all the prominent figures in the capital and knew whom not to provoke.
“This is His Majesty's honored guest. How dare you offend him?”
Hearing this, the eunuchs' eyes widened in shock.
His Majesty's honored guest? Didn't that mean their leader had died for nothing?
Just then, a stiff smile appeared on Xuanying's cold face as he turned to Fu Chen.
“Young Master Fu, His Majesty requests your presence.”
Fu Chen's bright eyes locked onto Xuanying, his voice cold.
“Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?”
Fu Chen was rather curious himself. He was quite certain he did not know the Emperor of the Xinghe Dynasty.
Diao San also stared at Xuanying with curiosity, wondering if the man had made a mistake.
“Please do not worry, you two. His Majesty bears no ill will. He simply wishes to meet you...” Xuanying explained sincerely, looking at the two of them.
Fu Chen and Diao San exchanged a glance. “Let's go have a look...”
“Alright...”
Just when Xuanying thought they were about to follow him, Diao San whipped out a sound transmission talisman and sent a message:
“Boss, the Emperor of the Xinghe Dynasty has invited us as guests. If we end up dead, seek revenge on this Emperor...”
Xuanying's mouth twitched. He could understand their caution about encountering bad people, but could they not be a bit more subtle? Saying it right in front of him like that... was that really appropriate?
“Hehehe... Alright, please lead the way, Officer...” Diao San chuckled after sending the transmission.
“Let's go,” Fu Chen's voice followed.
Xuanying directly conjured a spirit boat. “Please!”
Seeing this, the surrounding crowd gasped.
“Flying is banned in the Imperial City!”
“What kind of honored guest is this to make His Majesty make an exception?”
The Foundation Establishment stage old man in the crowd also sucked in a breath of cold air and muttered under his breath, “If you had such status, you should have said so earlier. I was worried for nothing...”
“Thank you...”
Just then, a cool voice sounded.
The old man looked up and saw Fu Chen thanking him.
“No need...”
A storage bag was tossed over, and the old man caught it instinctively.
He swept his divine sense inside, his body stumbled, and he nearly fell over.
Inside was a massive quantity of spirit stones—at least several hundred. More importantly, there were numerous pills. They were all pills that he, a Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, needed.
He just didn't understand why they were kept in a bowl. Wouldn't pill bottles be much better?
Still, wasn't this a bit too much? He had only offered a simple warning.
He looked up abruptly at Fu Chen and Diao San, who had already boarded the spirit boat, and called out:
“Thank you, young hero!”
Saying so, he tossed a piece of spirit jade over.
“Send me a transmission if you ever need anything, young hero!”
Fu Chen was taken aback, but he still caught the spirit jade and nodded to the old man.
The moment the spirit boat took off, Xuanying's cold voice rang out:
“Kill them. Kill them all... Leave none alive!”
As his words fell, several dark figures materialized.
Within moments, all those eunuchs had vanished.
The crowd cheered and clapped at the sight.
These eunuchs had committed countless atrocities by riding on the coattails of Nine Thousand Years. They should have been killed long ago...
Watching the spirit boat fly away, the onlookers couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. If only they had offered a warning too!
Meanwhile, after giving Fu Chen the spirit jade, the old man flickered and vanished into the crowd.
Fu Chen and Diao San followed Xuanying all the way to the Imperial Palace.
The moment they entered the grand hall, they heard a bone-rattling cough:
“Cough, cough...”
Fu Chen looked up and met the gaze of a man dressed in imperial robes.
A sense of both familiarity and strangeness washed over him, but he was certain he did not know this man!
“Little... brother...” the Emperor called out, his voice trembling.
Fu Chen's eyes widened in shock. What did this man just call him? Little brother? This man knew him? Was this man his relative? Then why did they abandon me back then?
Thoughts raced through Fu Chen's mind.
Diao San's eyes also widened. He looked at Fu Chen beside him in utter disbelief, and then back up at the Emperor.
What's going on? This fellow disciple of mine, who knows nothing but killing, is actually a prince?
“Fellow Daoist, please follow me to the side hall to rest for a moment...” Xuanying said to Diao San at this point.
Diao San looked at Fu Chen, then at the Emperor above.
“Go ahead, Senior Brother Diao,” Fu Chen said.
Diao San nodded. “Call me if anything happens...”
With that, he followed Xuanying out of the grand hall.
It was obvious that Fu Chen was about to have a family reunion. It was indeed inappropriate for him to stay... Fu Chen surely wouldn't want him around to see him crying his eyes out.
He just hadn't expected that this guy, whose mind was usually filled with nothing but killing, was actually the Emperor's younger brother.
Once Diao San and the others had left, Fu Chen stared at the Emperor and asked, “What did you call me?”
The Emperor looked at Fu Chen with doting affection.
“Not bad, not bad. Your sect has raised you well...”
He could tell simply from Fu Chen's attire. Though it looked like a simple set of elegant robes, it was actually a high-grade dharma robe...
If the sect didn't treat his little brother well, they wouldn't have been willing to invest so much.
Fu Chen was startled, then the corner of his mouth curved up.
“Of course...”
Especially when he recalled the scene of the Great Sect Master handing out gear to them before they left, a faint smile crept onto his cold face.
His sect was the best sect in the world, bar none...
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