Zhou Qing understood, flicking his fingertips lightly, sending out a thousand Spirit Seals to silently form a barrier of twisted light around them.
"If I’m not mistaken, Nangong Xiongba should be inside there!" Sikong Yan pointed towards the pitch-black main hall.
Zhou Qing’s gaze shifted to the rear hall behind the main hall, frowning slightly: "Is the inner treasury that close? Isn’t this stealing right under his nose?"
"Relax," Sikong Yan dismissed it with a gesture at himself.
"For those in the Spirit Severing Realm, distance is but a breath away. If anything happens, there’s still ’tall ’ to rely on."
Zhou Qing said no more, and as they were skirting around the main hall, the bronze qilin suddenly glimred with light.
Zhou Qing moved quickly, pressing down on Sikong Yan’s shoulder, instantly making them freeze.
"Whoosh——"
A blood-red beam shot from the qilin’s eyes, sweeping precisely over where they had just stood.
Where the beam passed, the air twisted and deford, even emitting a sizzling sound as it burned.
"Quick reflexes!" Sikong Yan turned to look at Zhou Qing’s blood-colored heavy pupils, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
Zhou Qing didn’t respond, and only after the beam dissipated did they dart to the back of the main hall.
They were just about to make their move when Zhou Qing suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Two figures were approaching through the air.
One wore the Nangong Family elder’s robes, while the other was fully shrouded in a black cloak.
What was most striking was the golden floating text above the person’s head—[Person Useful for Long Tis!]
"Xuanyuan Yichen?" Zhou Qing’s heart jolted.
Last ti, because of the Friendship Sticker, when he pretended to ask for help finding his senior brother, Yichen had gently refused him.
Said that now that the Royal Family knew because of the negotiations with Duobao Trading House, that Mr. Ji had killed the Jieyun Thief’s Big Leader Tu Qianyue, avenging the Thirteenth Prince.
Naturally, the Royal Family couldn’t interfere with Nangong Family matters anymore.
Even cited court taboos, saying that a prince privately associating with Spirit Severing families could easily incite criticism.
So why was he here now?
Especially at the Nangong Family?
Just then, a blood-red beam shot out from the qilin sculpture’s eyes, but dissipated abruptly upon contact with those two.
The Nangong Family elder’s sleeve flashed with the faint light of a jade token, and they entered the great hall as if no one was there.
"Heh, the Spirit Severing family sure keeps busy." Sikong Yan lowered his voice, a hint of excitent flashing in his eyes, "Just right, while Old Nangong Ghost is entertaining guests, let’s make this quick."
Zhou Qing gave him a thoughtful glance.
This Xuanyuan Family heir, reborn after seizing a body, had even lost the ability to sense the aura of his own blood relatives?
Was the bond of blood truly severed so cleanly by him?
But now wasn’t the ti to dwell on such things, as both of them focused their attention on what seed like an ordinary rear hall.
The white-gray wall bricks were covered with hair-thin silver lines, each line slowly flowing like the veins of a living being.
"The qilin statue must be the core of the three-color forbidden formation, and this rear hall is connected to it. I’ll leave it to you!"
Sikong Yan twisted his neck, emitting a slight cracking sound from his bones, "In the shadows, five pressured auras of Divinity Transformation Perfection lurk, I’ll distract their senses."
Zhou Qing nodded slightly, saying no more.
He leaned forward, his slender fingers lightly touching the wall, his pupils swirling with a blood-colored glow as nine thousand Spirit Seals appeared faintly around him.
Then he began the deconstruction... thodically as before...
...
In the towering main hall, Spiritual Qi lingered like mist, flowing slowly among the gilded beams and pillars.
Nangong Xiongba sat cross-legged on a ditation cushion carved from millennium-old black jade, his dark gold robe embroidered with nine fire python patterns faintly visible in the Spiritual Qi.
Though this Spirit Severing Realm patriarch maintained a middle-aged appearance, the red vertical mark between his brows revealed the vicissitudes of years.
The hall door opened silently, and a red-robed elder of the Nangong Family bowed in, followed by a figure entirely cloaked in black.
The elder respectfully offered a grand salute before quietly withdrawing, leaving only the person in the black robe alone in the hall.
As the black robe was lifted, the handso face of the Seventh Prince, Xuanyuan Yichen, was revealed.
He placed his right hand over his chest, performing a standard cultivator’s salute: "Junior Xuanyuan Yichen, greets the Nangong Patriarch."
Nangong Xiongba slowly opened his eyes, where crimson flas seed to flicker: "I recall, the Seventh Prince has always been fond of mountains and rivers. What brings you to visit my Nangong Family today?"
Xuanyuan Yichen’s lips curved slightly, a gentle breeze stirring as he waved his broad sleeves: "I heard the Patriarch has been troubled by so trivial matters these past two years. I ca to offer a small gift."
Speaking, Spiritual Power swirled in his palm, gradually forming the clear visage of a Ghost Mastiff.
The Seventh Prince’s voice was clear: "I know where this fiend’s master cos from."
Nangong Xiongba’s eyes flashed red, the Spiritual Qi vortex suspended before him halting: "Master? Isn’t he a loose cultivator?"
Xuanyuan Yichen nodded slightly, the Spiritual Power changing in his palm, revealing an image of Mr. Ji’s bronze mask: "As for this one..."
He paused aningfully, "I also know what unexpected face lies behind this mask."
"Terms?" Nangong Xiongba asked straightforwardly, his voice ringing like clashing tal.
Xuanyuan Yichen chuckled and shook his head, as refreshing as a spring breeze: "The Patriarch overthinks it, I’m here rely to offer a modest contribution."
The hall imdiately fell silent, with only the subtle sounds of Spiritual Qi moving around.
Nangong Xiongba’s piercing gaze repeatedly sized up the Seventh Prince, seemingly penetrating every thought in his mind.
After a long pause, he spoke slowly, his voice carrying an indisputable authority: "In your Dragon Reserve struggle, I can offer so assistance, but don’t expect too much."
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