Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
The separate courtyard where Shen Yan stayed was not far from the Cold Pool.
The three of them were enjoying a drink when suddenly, a scream echoed throughout the entire Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
All three were taken aback at the same moment.
Xiao Yi’s face turned pale in an instant, "Not good, the Ink Jiao has met with trouble…"
"What?"
Yang Ling stood up abruptly, his wine cup falling to the ground.
Shen Yan’s face was also unsightly, as he gritted his teeth, "It indeed came from the direction of the Cold Pool, let’s hurry over and have a look!"
The three of them flew through the air.
By the time they arrived at the Cold Pool, they saw a figure escaping through the sky from afar, which made Xiao Yi slightly frown, "Is it him?"
However, the distance was already too great.
They simply could not catch up with that person.
As Xiao Yi and the others descended into the Cold Pool, blood was everywhere, the whole Cold Pool was a sea of blood red.
The Ink Jiao lay decapitated at the edge of the Cold Pool.
Its eyes wide with rage, filled with bewilderment, it had been imprisoned for hundreds of years, stifling its afflictions for hundreds of years until it became sick. It had just satisfied its desires and was completely exhausted, resting when it was beheaded in the aquatic gate.
It died without knowing why it was killed!
"The Ink Jiao is dead…"
Yang Ling’s face turned pale, as he felt the world spin around him.
Even though Yang Ling was Emperor Qian’s most beloved son, his background was far less profound than that of Yang Kun.
Yang Kun’s mother was a disciple of the Tianjian Sect, and for this reason, Yang Kun had been practicing in the Tianjian Sect since his childhood, even being a disciple of the Sect Leader of the Tianjian Sect, supported by the sect’s entire lineage.
At the same time…
The unparalleled War King Yang Yuhuan also stood on his side.
This Ancestral Ceremony was Yang Ling’s only chance.
But now…
The Ink Jiao was dead!
Where else would he find such an offering?
"Who exactly did this? Who dares to act within my Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, is this a challenge to the authority of my Ten Thousand Beasts Sect?" Shen Yan was also beside himself with rage, the Ink Jiao had followed him for many years, the bond between master and servant ran deep, and now he could only watch as it died before his eyes, how could Shen Yan not be furious?
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Xiao Yi took a deep breath and said in a heavy voice, "Just now, I saw a figure leaving, it looked very much like Yang Kun!"
"Yang Kun?"
"The Crown Prince?"
Yang Ling and Shen Yan wore confused looks on their faces.
Xiao Yi nodded and said, "I’m at least seventy percent sure that it was Yang Kun!"
Bang!
Yang Ling punched the ground fiercely, causing the ground to tremble violently, his cultivation had also reached the Peak of the Tao Tribulation Realm, and although his combat power was not as monstrous as Xiao Yi’s, he was certainly no weakling.
At this moment…
Yang Ling’s eyes flickered with a cold light, like lightning, and his eyes were bloodshot as he hissed through gritted teeth, "It must be him… only he would be so ruthless..."
Looking at the decapitated Ink Jiao, his heart was bleeding!
Shen Yan’s face was black as coal, Yang Kun actually dared to assassinate a demonic beast in the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, it was tantamount to slapping the face of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
But.
Despite his rage, Shen Yan found himself without any possible recourse.
Yang Kun was not only a prince but also a disciple of the Sect Leader of the Tianjian Sect.
Lacking evidence, even if there was irrefutable evidence, he would be unable to trouble Yang Kun at the Tianjian Sect over a demonic beast.
Shen Yan looked towards Yang Ling with a grim face, appearing extremely distressed, "Your Highness Yang Ling, as you have seen… regardless of who the culprit is, this Ink Jiao can no longer be provided to you for the Ancestral Ceremony."
Yang Ling’s expression subtly changed as he said, "Vice Sect Leader Shen, the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect has numerous beasts. Could it be possible..."
Shen Yan shook his head with a rueful smile, "I’m truly sorry!" He paused before explaining, "Your Highness Yang Ling, do you think that, with Crown Prince Yang Kun’s methods and temperament, even if we were to exchange another beast for you, the outcome would be any different?"
Yang Ling bowed his head, "…"
Just as Shen Yan had said…
If Yang Kun could kill one ink qilin, he could kill the second, the third…
As long as he could stop Yang Ling, he would go to any lengths and would stop at nothing.
Yet Yang Ling was utterly powerless against him.
This frustration made Yang Ling’s complexion grow even more unsightly.
Shen Yan hesitated, observing Yang Ling’s discontented and shadowed face, feeling a bit of pity, he said in a deep voice, "Your Highness Yang Ling, the world is vast, and beasts are not solely possessed by the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. The Beast Emperor City also has many powerful beasts. As far as I know, Xiao has a good relationship with the Lord of the Beast Emperor City!"
Yang Ling was startled and looked at Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow. The Beast Emperor City, situated in the midst of the Beast Emperor Sea, indeed had many powerful beasts. He said, "I do have some acquaintance with Huang Baitao, the Lord of the Beast Emperor City. In that case… once I return, I will send a message to Huang Baitao!"
"Xiao Yi, I entrust this matter to you!" Yang Ling said with a face full of gratitude. Find more chapters on Freewebnovel
This was yet another glimmer of hope after a frustrating setback, allowing him to see new possibilities.
Xiao Yi bid farewell to Shen Yan, saying, "If that’s the case, I’ll take my leave with Yang Ling now!"
"That’s fine!"
Shen Yan nodded his head.
The death of the ink qilin had also left him feeling heavy-hearted, too preoccupied to look after the two of them.
Xiao Yi and Yang Ling then made their way back to the Xiaoshanhe Institute.
Upon returning to the Xiaoshanhe Institute.
Xiao Yi summoned Zhang Ling and personally wrote a letter, handing it to Zhang Ling, he instructed, "Zhang Ling, take this letter to the Beast Emperor City and deliver it to Lord Huang. He will know what to do once he reads the letter!"
"Yes!"
Zhang Ling respectfully accepted the envelope, bid farewell to Yang Ling, and soared away.
Yang Ling said with a wry smile, "Xiao Yi, it seems you’ve witnessed quite the spectacle today!"
Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders, "As the saying goes, ’The imperial family is heartless.’ Father and son fighting to the death over that position is not uncommon, let alone between brothers…"
"The imperial family is heartless…"
Yang Ling repeated the phrase, his mind filled with memories of the covert and overt struggles between brothers over the years. Originally more than a dozen brothers were competing for the position of Crown Prince, but over time it was whittled down to just him and Yang Kun. The other princes had been allocated their own fiefs and were now out of contention for the position, "People often envy the imperial family, not realizing it’s a beast that devours without spitting out the bones—survival of the fittest, either you eat or get eaten… Being born into the imperial family sometimes really is beyond one’s control!"
Xiao Yi nodded, showing his understanding.
Don’t even mention the power struggles of the imperial family.
Wasn’t he the same?
Xiao Tianjiao, in order not to tarnish his own shining and perfect image, had tried to kill him, his own younger brother, several times. If not for their mother’s desperate protection, where would his eight years of imprisonment have come from? Or his status as a son-in-law to the Fang Family?
He would have died more than a decade ago!
"Xiao Yi, I leave the matter of the beast to you!" Yang Ling said earnestly.
Xiao Yi nodded. He and Yang Ling were essentially in the same camp.
Especially since he and Yang Kun had become enemies that day. If Yang Kun were to take the imperial throne in the future, Xiao Yi could leave the Great Qian Dynasty alone, but the Xiaoshanhe Institute couldn’t just be moved!
For both the public good and private reasons.
Xiao Yi would assist Yang Ling in obtaining that position.
As the two of them were talking…
Ye Heng rushed over, saying, "Master, Qi is on his way here with an imperial decree!"
"An imperial decree?"
Xiao Yi was taken aback and exchanged a glance with Yang Ling.
Yang Ling shook his head to indicate he didn’t know.
Xiao Yi frowned slightly but still stood up to meet the visitor.
Moments later…
Qi arrived before him, his face adorned with a kindly smile as he announced, "By imperial command, Xiao Yi is summoned to the palace to appear before the Emperor…"