20demayo Chapter 1920 He's Here to Do Business
Chapter 1920 He's Here to Do Business
Seven days later.
Mingchuan stood in front of the teleportation array in the core main hall of Xuan Shui Yuan.
His face was still somewhat pale, and his breathing had not fully recovered, but at least he could walk normally.
The pills prepared by Master Lingxu, combined with the nourishing effect of the Order Token, allowed him to recover at a speed far exceeding what ordinary people could imagine.
Chu Huai, Lingxu Zhenren, A Xiong, Ye Chuhan, Lin Ruowei, and Mu Yaoyao were all around him.
"Ming-ge, are you really going?" Ah Xiong asked, his eyes red-rimmed. "What if that Third Prince turns on us..."
"Even if we're going to turn against him, we'll let him do it first." Mingchuan patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
He looked at Chu Huai: "Have you remembered what I told you?"
Chu Huai nodded: "I've got it."
"If I haven't returned in seven days..."
Mingchuan paused, then didn't continue.
He simply smiled, turned around, and stepped into the teleportation array.
A burst of light swirled, enveloping his entire body.
At the last moment, he turned to look at the crowd and raised his voice:
"Don't look so gloomy. I'm going to talk business, not to die."
"wait me back!"
The burst of light suddenly intensified.
The next instant, Mingchuan's figure completely disappeared from the teleportation array.
Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.
After a long while, Ah Xiong fiercely wiped his face, his voice hoarse:
"Ming-ge... if you dare not come back, I'll... I'll..."
He couldn't continue.
Chu Huai stood beside him, watching the array patterns gradually dim, and remained silent for a long time.
Then, he slowly began to speak:
"He won't not come back, because he still has us, and he still has the entire Wanchuan Sect!"
He raised his head, looking at the faint starlight outside the main hall illuminated by the power of the Xuan Water, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented determination:
"We'll keep watch here for him until he comes back."
……
The capital of the Holy Kingdom is called Tianque.
This colossal city, built upon the central dragon vein of the sacred realm, has existed for thirty thousand years.
Over the course of 30,000 years, it has witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties, and the transformation of the Holy Domain from a chaotic land of cultivation into the current landscape of numerous sects and dynasties.
Some say that the walls of Tianque City were built from the bones of countless fallen cultivators.
Some say that a sleeping dragon lies beneath Tianque City, and that its single turn can send the entire city soaring to the heavens.
Mingchuan didn't know whether these rumors were true or false.
But as he stood on the teleportation platform outside Tianque City, gazing at the colossal city that stretched between heaven and earth, he had to admit—
This place truly deserves the title of Holy Kingdom.
The city is too big.
It was so vast that even with his Nascent Soul stage eyesight, he couldn't see its edge at a glance.
The city wall soared into the clouds, constructed entirely of massive square stones that gleamed with a pale golden luster. Each stone was inscribed with countless defensive runes, layer upon layer, forming an immeasurable array of restrictions.
At the city gate, two teams of cultivators clad in golden armor stood on either side, each exuding an aura of at least the Nascent Soul stage.
The leader was a peak Nascent Soul cultivator with eyes like lightning, scanning everyone entering and leaving the city gate.
Mingchuan did not go directly into the city.
He stood at the edge of the teleportation platform and quietly observed for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
During the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he saw at least thirty groups of people from different factions enter and leave the city gates.
There were sect disciples dressed in uniform, wandering cultivators hurrying about, caravans carrying goods, and several ornately decorated carriages pulled by spirit beasts.
Every group of people entering the city had to undergo strict checks.
The inspection wasn't just a simple glance and letting them pass; they would actually use a palm-sized jade mirror to examine their entire body, even taking out their storage magic items for a look.
"The defenses are quite tight," Mingchuan thought to himself.
But he did not back down because of this.
He had planned it out before he came: this trip wasn't about sneaking around like a thief, but about conducting business openly and honestly.
Since we're talking business, we need to adopt the proper attitude for doing business.
Mingchuan straightened his robes and started walking towards Tianque City.
When he reached the city gate, the commander at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage raised his hand to stop him.
"Halt." The commander's gaze swept over Mingchuan, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And you are...?"
"Mingchuan of the Wanchuan Sect," Mingchuan said, neither humble nor arrogant.
The commander's pupils contracted slightly.
Wanchuan Sect?
This name has been making headlines in the upper echelons of the Holy Land recently.
A small sect that had only recently been established in the Spirit Realm was able to attract the personal attention of Fairy Yueyao of the Dragon Roar Temple, and repeatedly made Yueyao return empty-handed.
Even more outrageous is the claim that the sect leader is a young man who ascended from the human realm!
The commander initially thought these rumors were exaggerated.
But now, looking at the young man before him, whose face was still somewhat pale and whose breathing seemed a little weak, he suddenly felt...
The rumors may still be conservative!
He appears to have the cultivation level of a Nascent Soul cultivator!
"What brings Sect Master Ming to Tianque City?" The commander's voice was a bit more polite than before, but he still maintained a businesslike demeanor.
"I wish to see the Third Prince," Mingchuan said calmly.
The commander was taken aback.
To see the Third Prince?!
Is this Wan Chuan Sect Master here to seek refuge, or to cause trouble?!
"Do you have a visiting card?" the commander asked, frowning.
“No.” Mingchuan shook his head. “But you can have someone announce that… someone who can help him ascend the throne has come to discuss business with him.”
The commander remained silent for a few moments.
Looking into Mingchuan's overly calm eyes, he suddenly realized that this person was not joking.
"Hold on."
The commander turned around and whispered instructions to one of his personal guards.
The guard immediately transformed into a streak of light and sped towards the city.
……
The Third Prince's residence, located on the east side of Tianque City, covers an area of 100 hectares and is the most magnificent residence in the entire imperial city besides the imperial palace.
At this moment, in a secret room deep within the mansion, a middle-aged man dressed in a black brocade robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking at a huge map hanging on the wall.
The map shows the distribution of power throughout the entire Holy Land.
The locations of major sects, important spiritual veins and mineral deposits, and strategic locations on the border.
His gaze fell in the direction of the Spirit Realm.
"Your Highness."
The voice of a guard came from outside the door.
"Come in."
A young man dressed in black pushed open the door and knelt on one knee: "Your Highness, there is a man outside the city gate who claims to be Ming Chuan, the sect leader of Wan Chuan Sect, and wishes to see Your Highness."
The third prince suddenly turned around.
"Mingchuan?"
“Yes,” the man in black said. “He said… he could help Your Highness ascend the throne.”
The third prince remained silent for a few moments, then suddenly smiled.
“Interesting,” he murmured. “He came right after Yueyao left.”
He walked to the window and looked in the direction of the city gate.
The distance was too great for him to see Mingchuan clearly, but he could vaguely sense a faint aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Let him in."