Chapter 1009: The Long Spear Weapon

Yan Wen and his daughter knelt there, holding their breath, their hearts filled with both excitement and trepidation.

Unable to resist, they stole glances at the two carriages pulled by dragon-beasts in the sky. One was extravagantly luxurious, carrying the master of Chunyu Tower and a mysterious, burly man. The other bore the young master of the Xueying Domain, Dongbo Xueying, who was gently stroking the fur of his Black Flowing Cloud Hound.

“Father,” Yan Yu sent a mental message to her father.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. Young Master Xueying holds an extraordinary status. If he speaks, the master of Chunyu Tower will surely give him face,” Yan Wen reassured his daughter, though inwardly, he was uneasy.

The cultivators lining the streets had long since retreated to the sides, not daring to make a sound but still watching the unfolding events with bated breath.

The two forces clashing above…

They were undoubtedly major figures in the entire Blazing Fire City. One controlled the largest den of extravagance, commanding numerous retainers and wielding immense influence. The other was the young master of the Xueying Domain, doted upon by the entire Ying Mountain Clan, even held in high regard by the revered Matriarch Ying.

“Young Master Xueying, would you be willing to part with this maid of yours?” Chunyu Feng smiled warmly. “Naturally, I wouldn’t let you suffer any loss.”

“You know she’s mine, yet you still dare to snatch her?” Dongbo Xueying sat casually, his tone indifferent.

Chunyu Feng’s expression stiffened.

A mere girl, and this young master wouldn’t even spare him a shred of dignity! If Xueying had been fishing for some benefit, Chunyu Feng would have been happy to oblige, using it as an opportunity to build rapport. But instead, this young master seemed foolishly intent on shielding a weak girl!

Chunyu Feng glanced at the burly man beside him.

“Please help me seize this woman. I’ll remember this favor, Chunyu. The matter of the goods can be discussed,” the burly man transmitted mentally.

Chunyu Feng felt a pang of bitterness. Clearly, Brother Qian wasn’t willing to back down.

“Brother Qian, this young master Xueying is too young, too green. Such reckless youths are the hardest to deal with,” Chunyu Feng replied mentally.

“With your status in Blazing Fire City, can’t you handle such a small matter?” the burly man pressed.

“Alas, this is still Blazing Fire City. The Blazing Fire Marquis’s authority is unshakable. Moreover, Young Master Xueying has already declared her as his maid! If I forcibly take her, I’ll be in the wrong. If this escalates, I won’t gain any advantage,” Chunyu Feng reasoned.

Forcibly taking commoners or killing one or two…

In a city as vast as Blazing Fire, with countless cultivators, such acts were indeed minor. Even by law, noble scions would only face fines in cosmic crystals.

In reality, as long as things didn’t escalate, and the numbers remained small, there would be no severe punishment.

After all, seizing one commoner incurred little penalty. But if it were thousands? Even noble scions couldn’t withstand the consequences.

“Still not coming up? Let your father return first,” Dongbo Xueying had no patience for further delay. With a command, Elder Tian reached out and pulled the girl up, transmitting to both father and daughter, “Follow the young master for now. As for you, father, if you wish to see your daughter, you may visit the Marquis’s estate.”

“Go, quickly!” Yan Wen urged.

“Yes,” his daughter Yan Yu responded immediately.

Whoosh!

Elder Tian lifted the girl into the air, bringing her to Dongbo Xueying’s carriage. She stood obediently beside him, as if she truly were his maid.

“Let’s go.” Dongbo Xueying didn’t even spare Chunyu Feng another glance.

The two dragon-beasts roared, pulling the carriage swiftly across the sky, leaving only the carriage of the Mist Cloud Tower master behind.

Swish.

Chunyu Feng closed the carriage curtain and turned to the grim-faced burly man. “This young master is too immature, too reckless. But in this matter, we were the ones at fault. There was no winning against him. Even if I had tried to stop him, it would have been futile. Had I dared to act, the Blazing Fire Marquis’s forces would have descended upon us.”

Chunyu Feng sighed in relief.

Xueying’s swift departure had spared him further embarrassment.

“Hmph.” The burly man’s expression darkened, black energy swirling around him. “Let’s head to Mist Cloud Tower first.”

“Of course, of course,” Chunyu Feng agreed hastily.

Whoosh—

The luxurious carriage soon soared toward Mist Cloud Tower.

Left behind, Yan Wen exhaled in relief. Though he had guessed that failing to take his daughter wouldn’t provoke retaliation, it was clear Chunyu Feng hadn’t wanted to escalate matters with Xueying.

“Thank the heavens Young Master Xueying intervened. Otherwise, this would have been disastrous.” He sighed inwardly. Though Blazing Fire City was vast, and noble scions rarely resorted to outright slaughter due to fines, being caught in such a situation was terrifying. Still, life within the city was far safer than outside.

Beyond the walls, it was a lawless world of slaughter. True Gods and ordinary Void Gods like them wouldn’t last long out there.

“Young Master Xueying is truly formidable.”

“He didn’t give the Mist Cloud Tower master any face at all!”

“Why would he? With his talent, Xueying is destined for greatness. He might even become a Marquis one day!”

“Exactly! He’s no ordinary noble scion.”

The crowd of cultivators resumed their activities, murmuring in awe. To them, this was a clash of titans—the highest echelons of Blazing Fire City’s power. Above this? Only the Blazing Fire Marquis and Chunyu Weiyi remained.

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Inside the carriage, Dongbo Xueying sat calmly as the maid Yan Yu bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Young Master Xueying, for saving my life.”

“Even after I spoke, the Mist Cloud Tower master still sought to take you. It seems his companion was the driving force. Their desire was strong.” Xueying’s tone was indifferent. “For now, remain as my maid. Without this status, you’d be snatched away soon enough.”

“Yes,” Yan Yu replied.

She had noticed the burly man’s cold, greedy gaze.

“Elder Tian, investigate who accompanied Chunyu Feng today,” Dongbo Xueying ordered.

“He’s likely not from Blazing Fire City. I’ll have the Marquis’s estate look into it,” Tian Yizhi responded.

Xueying nodded.

He could sense the burly man’s malevolent aura and his disregard for Chunyu Feng. But as a mere Unity realm cultivator, Xueying wasn’t concerned. He had already mastered the fourth and fifth forms of the South Cloud Sacred Twelve Styles—both techniques of the sixth-tier power.

As for seventh-tier? Those who reached that level could be enfeoffed as Marquises! Despite being only eight thousand years into his cultivation, Xueying already stood at the pinnacle of Blazing Fire City’s hierarchy.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the Treasure Pavilion District, a bustling marketplace filled with shops selling pills, materials, weapons, and other treasures of varying grades. Unlike the monopolized trade of the Five Great Sacred Worlds in his home Chaos Void, the Heart Realm Continent thrived on free commerce. The entire district was protected by formations, ensuring no one could steal from the shops.

“Young Master Xueying, it’s been too long!”

“Young Master, please come in!”

Shopkeepers greeted him enthusiastically.

In his early years, aside from indulging in delicacies, Xueying had frequented these shops, studying weapons and relics, uncovering their hidden mysteries.

Entering a spacious shop, his eyes immediately locked onto an ancient, ferocious spear suspended at its center.

“Hmm?” Xueying’s eyes gleamed as he sensed its aura.

“Young Master has excellent taste,” the shopkeeper praised warmly.

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