The soldiers of the Great Yan Empire took pride in their duties; protecting the safety of Emperor Yan and the Empress was the greatest honor of their lives.
Emperor Yan was the most powerful figure in the Yan Empire. Even the revered elders from distant sects would bow respectfully upon meeting him within the empire’s borders.
Such honor was something other empires could never attain.
It was because Emperor Yan possessed unmatched strength.
They believed that under Emperor Yan’s leadership, the Yan Empire would reach even greater heights. Though the empire was currently a vassal of the sects, they firmly believed that one day, Emperor Yan would lead them out of this subjugation and restore the empire’s former glory.
“An assassin!…”
At that moment, a cry shattered the peace from within the palace—the sacred dwelling of their godlike emperor—startling the soldiers with alarm.
“An assassin! Protect Emperor Yan and the Empress!” The golden-armored soldiers reacted swiftly, rushing toward the emperor’s quarters.
“Bang!”
For the safety of Emperor Yan, they had no time to hesitate. Any assassin daring to harm their beloved emperor would be captured and executed in the cruelest manner.
As they kicked the door open, Lin Fan seized the moment and fled without looking back.
At that very instant, when the golden-armored soldiers laid eyes on the scene inside, their previously tense expressions froze in shock.
The sky remained blue, yet dark clouds loomed overhead.
“Ah… What the—this is so disturbing!”
The golden-armored soldiers saw Emperor Yan and the Empress engaged in an act so indecent that their hearts pounded with disbelief. It was as if their godlike emperor had suddenly fallen from his divine pedestal.
Especially puzzling was what was in the emperor’s mouth—why were there glistening droplets falling from that strange, round object?
This… this…
The soldiers swallowed hard. One of them suddenly snapped back to his senses, and they all noticed that the emperor and empress were completely motionless, which seemed quite odd.
They knew the emperor and emress possessed formidable cultivation; no assassin could possibly escape their grasp. Perhaps they had just misheard something.
And now the emperor and empress were frozen in such a posture—could they possibly be practicing some secret martial technique?
“Quick, close the door, return to your posts, and act like you saw nothing,” one of the golden-armored guards hurriedly whispered. If Emperor Yan discovered what had happened, they might die without even knowing why.
Though it had nothing to do with them, Emperor Yan would never allow anyone to witness such a scene.
…
The golden-armored soldiers returned to their posts, but each exchanged uneasy glances. The sight they had just witnessed was too shocking.
How could Emperor Yan and the Empress behave in such a disgraceful manner?
No, that couldn’t be right. It must have been some profound martial technique they were practicing.
The soldiers desperately tried to rationalize what they had seen, seeking excuses to preserve their image of the emperor as a divine figure. They simply could not accept that their god could behave in such a way.
…
Meanwhile, Lin Fan, using the *Mystic Shadow Step*, quickly vanished into invisibility and sprinted all the way back to his small cottage. He threw himself onto his bed, pulled the covers over his head, and immediately fell asleep.
Today’s events had been too thrilling. As for the two storage rings he had taken, he didn’t even bother to check them yet. He needed to calm his racing heart first.
Back in the emperor’s quarters…
The two figures locked in that embarrassing posture remained motionless for a full minute.
“Mmm…” The Empress let out a soft moan, feeling something strange.
When she opened her eyes and saw what was happening, she suddenly let go, dropping the large sword in her hands to the floor.
“Emperor Yan…” The Empress had no idea what had happened. Then, she felt a wave of unbearable pain surge through her body.
Her once rosy complexion instantly turned pale.
“This…” Seeing the condition of her chest, the Empress was thrown into chaos and shock, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from her lips.
At that moment, Emperor Yan also regained consciousness. Finding himself naked and lying on the floor, his face turned dark with fury. As he tried to speak, he felt a sharp swelling and pain in his groin, followed by an intense wave of agony that pierced his very soul.
He pulled the strange object from his mouth, pushed himself up from the floor, his forehead veins bulging, barely able to suppress the unbearable pain.
What had happened? What was going on?
Could it be that a powerful expert had come?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. He was at the seventh stage of the Small Heaven Realm. Even a Supreme from the Great Heaven Realm wouldn’t be able to overpower him without resistance.
Then who could have done this?
“Ahh!” At that moment, the Empress couldn’t bear the pain any longer and cried out.
“Empress, you…” Emperor Yan looked at her disheveled appearance, especially at her chest, and was stunned beyond words.
What in the world had happened?
The golden-armored guards outside heard the Empress’s cry, exchanged glances, and nodded before rushing toward the door.
“Don’t come in. All of you, retreat,” Emperor Yan shouted. He had no idea the guards had already entered earlier, and under the current circumstances, he couldn’t allow anyone else to know.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” The guards nodded and returned to their posts.
“Empress, endure it,” Emperor Yan said shakily. He had already tried circulating his true energy to suppress the pain, but it had no effect.
He never imagined that this pain could bypass his cultivation entirely, forcing him to rely solely on his willpower to endure.
Minute by minute passed. For Emperor Yan and the Empress, it felt like an eternity, as wave after wave of pain crashed over their bodies like a storm.
What kind of martial technique could cause such an effect? And what kind of expert could break through his *True Dragon Emperor Body*?
“Emperor Yan, my Feng Ring is gone,” the Empress suddenly realized in panic after enduring the pain. The ring on her finger was missing.
“What?” Emperor Yan’s expression darkened. The Feng Ring was a national treasure of the Yan Empire, paired with the *Dragon Ring*. If it was gone, then the treasures stored inside must also be missing.
“My Dragon Ring?” At that moment, Emperor Yan noticed that his own *Dragon Ring* was gone as well. His face turned dark with fury.
“Who dares steal my Dragon Ring?” Emperor Yan’s heart was bleeding. The ring itself wasn’t the issue—it was the treasures stored within.
Those were priceless treasures he had painstakingly collected over the years. How could they just vanish like this?
Fueled by rage, Emperor Yan attempted to use his divine techniques to track the thief, but as he stood up, another wave of unbearable pain surged from his swollen groin.
This pain was so intense that even a mighty expert like Emperor Yan felt as if death would be a mercy.
The soldiers of the Great Yan Dynasty take immense pride in their duties, considering it the greatest honor of their lives to protect the safety of the Emperor and Empress.
The Emperor of Yan is the foremost martial artist in the Great Yan Dynasty. Even the revered elders of the lofty sects must bow respectfully upon meeting him in the Great Yan Dynasty.
This honor is unparalleled by any other dynasty, for the Emperor of Yan possesses absolute power.
They believe that under the Emperor’s leadership, the Great Yan Dynasty will ascend to even greater heights. Although the dynasty is currently subordinate to the sects, they are confident that one day, the Emperor will lead them out of this predicament and restore the former glory.
“Assassins are here…”
At this moment, a shout came from the residence of their revered Emperor, startling them and causing their expressions to change.
“Assassins! Protect the Emperor and Empress!” The golden-armored soldiers reacted swiftly, rushing towards the Emperor’s residence.
“Bang…”
For the safety of the Emperor, they could not afford to hesitate. Any assassin daring to attack their revered Emperor must be captured and executed by a thousand cuts.
As they pushed open the door, Lin Fan seized the opportunity to flee without looking back.
When the golden-armored soldiers saw the scene inside, their tense expressions suddenly froze.
The sky was still blue, but dark clouds loomed overhead.
“Ah… this is… shocking.”
The golden-armored soldiers were stunned to see the Emperor and Empress in such a disgraceful position. Their hearts skipped a beat, as if the supreme deity they worshipped had suddenly fallen from the altar.
Especially when they noticed the Emperor’s mouth—what was that? Why was there a glistening liquid dripping from that strange, round object?
This… this…
The golden-armored soldiers swallowed hard. One of them suddenly realized something was amiss, noticing that the Emperor and Empress were motionless, which seemed unusual.
They knew the Emperor and Empress were immensely powerful; no assassin could possibly escape their grasp. Perhaps they had misheard earlier.
But now, with the Emperor and Empress frozen in such a posture, could they be practicing some profound martial technique?
“Quick, close the door and return to your posts. Act as if you saw nothing,” the golden-armored guard urgently whispered. If the Emperor were to find out, they might not even know how they died.
Though it was none of their concern, the Emperor would never allow anyone to witness such a scene.
…
The golden-armored soldiers returned to their posts, but each of them exchanged bewildered glances. What they had seen today was too shocking.
The Emperor and Empress would never behave in such an undignified manner.
No, they must be practicing some profound martial technique. That had to be it.
The soldiers began to rationalize, finding a plausible explanation for what they had witnessed. They could not bear the thought of their revered deities being anything less than perfect.
…
Meanwhile, Lin Fan, using his “Illusory Body Technique,” stealthily sprinted back to his small room, where he immediately lay down, pulled the blanket over his head, and fell asleep.
Today’s events had been too thrilling. As for the two storage rings he had acquired, Lin Fan didn’t bother to check them yet. He needed to calm his racing heart first.
Back in the Emperor’s residence, the two figures remained frozen in their compromising position. A minute quickly passed.
“Hmm…” The Empress let out a soft moan, feeling something was off.
When she saw the scene before her, she was so startled that she let go of the large knife in her hand, which fell to the ground with a clatter.
“Emperor…” The Empress had no idea what had happened. Suddenly, she felt a wave of intense pain gripping her heart.
Her once rosy complexion turned deathly pale in an instant.
“This…” The Empress looked down at her chest, her mind in chaos. A spray of blood erupted from her mouth.
At the same time, the Emperor regained consciousness. When he realized he was lying naked on the floor, his face turned ashen. As he tried to speak, he felt a sharp pain emanating from his swollen groin, striking deep into his core.
The Emperor pulled out the strange object that had been stuffed into his mouth, then propped himself up on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead as he endured the inexplicable pain.
What had happened? What had gone wrong? Why had things turned out like this?
Could some master martial artist have infiltrated the palace?
No, that was impossible. At the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, even a Supreme Master of the Great Heavenly Realm would not be able to render him helpless.
So who could it be?
“Ah…” At that moment, the Empress, unable to bear the pain, let out a cry.
“Empress, you…” The Emperor, seeing the Empress disheveled, especially the heaving bosom, was equally shocked.
What on earth had happened?
The golden-armored soldiers outside, hearing the Empress’s cry, exchanged glances, then nodded and rushed inside.
“Do not enter. Retreat,” the Emperor commanded, unaware that the soldiers had already seen the scene. But given the circumstances, he could not let anyone else know.
“Yes,” the soldiers nodded and returned to their posts.
“Empress, endure it,” the Emperor said, trembling. He had tried to use his inner energy to resist the pain, but it was futile.
He had not expected the pain to bypass his inner energy, forcing him to rely solely on his willpower.
Time passed slowly for the Emperor and Empress, each second feeling like an eternity as waves of pain washed over their bodies.
What kind of technique could cause such an effect? What kind of master could penetrate his True Dragon Emperor Body?
“Emperor, my Phoenix Ring is gone,” the Empress exclaimed in panic after the pain subsided, noticing the ring on her finger was missing.
“What?” The Emperor was shocked. The Phoenix Ring was a national treasure of the Great Yan Dynasty, paired with the True Dragon Ring. If it was lost, the treasures inside would be gone as well.
“My True Dragon Ring?” The Emperor then realized his True Dragon Ring was also missing, his expression darkening.
“Who dares to steal my True Dragon Ring?” The Emperor’s heart bled. The ring itself was insignificant, but the treasures inside were priceless.
They were the culmination of years of hard work and collection. How could they just disappear?
The Emperor, enraged, wanted to use his divine senses to search for clues, but as he stood up, another wave of excruciating pain shot through his swollen groin.
The pain was so intense that even a master like him wished for death.
“Empress, we must return to the palace. I will use my supreme powers to track down the culprit,” the Emperor said, trembling as he tore through the void, pulling the Empress with him.
“Return to the palace.”
As the Emperor vanished, the entire Tianfu Academy echoed with his trembling voice.
The headmaster of Tianfu Academy, who had been eagerly preparing for the Emperor and Empress’s visit, was stunned by the sudden announcement.
Why had the Emperor returned? Had something gone wrong at Tianfu Academy?
Meanwhile, in his small room, Lin Fan threw off the blanket and let out a long sigh of relief.
It seemed the Emperor wouldn’t be able to find him.
Now he could return to his carefree life, but he knew he had to be more cautious in the future.
A seventh-level Heavenly Realm master was no simple opponent. He had no idea what methods the Emperor might employ, so it was best to tread carefully.
“Return to the capital!”
At the moment Emperor Yan disappeared, his voice echoed throughout the entire Tianfu Academy.
The academy’s headmaster, who had been excitedly preparing for the emperor’s visit, stood frozen in shock.
Why had Emperor Yan suddenly left? Could there be something wrong with Tianfu Academy?
Back in his small cottage, Lin Fan threw off the covers and let out a long sigh of relief.
It seemed Emperor Yan had failed to find him.
So now, he could once again enjoy his peaceful little life. But from now on, he would have to be extra cautious.
A martial artist at the seventh stage of the Small Heaven Realm was no simple opponent. Who knew what techniques he might possess? It was better to be safe than sorry.
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