This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 308 The True King

The warning rang out like a thunderclap in Shen Li's ears; she never dreamed she would encounter the guards here.

As for the Guardians, they are mysterious beings that only exist in legends. According to historical records, they only appear when someone dares to break the rules.

Guardians are the steadfast enforcers of the rules; they lurk in the shadows like ghosts, their whereabouts unknown to anyone.

However, their mere appearance meant certain death. She gazed intently at the Prince's mansion, pondering to herself, "Xiao Xingchen actually has guards by his side. If this news were to reach home, would the Ancestor still insist on imposing the slave mark on him?"

Countless questions flooded my mind, but they all converged into one conclusion: today's matter must be put to rest.

She could no longer move forward, nor could she take Xiao Xingchen's body with her. Was she going to return empty-handed? Resentful, her gaze sharpened as she turned towards the ancestral temple.

In the distance, countless Taoist figures sped towards the mountain peak of the ancestral temple like shooting stars, and the sound of bells echoed like thunder over Yong'an City.

A sense of tension spread rapidly like a plague, as if a momentous event was about to unfold. She paused briefly, then turned and rushed towards the ancestral temple. As for Xiao Xingchen's situation, she had to put it aside for the time being, since the guardians were involved, and it was no longer a place she could easily ignore.

With Shen Li's departure and the changes at the ancestral temple, the crowd gathered in front of the Prince Kao Shan's mansion scattered in all directions.

Ruoxue and Yun Xiyao never returned, Xiao Xingchen was carried back by the Eldest Princess covered in blood, and Mu Wushuang vanished without a trace.

These unexpected events ignited a fire of anger within the Prince's mansion. Unfortunately, they were well aware of their own limitations; even Ling Feiyuan was no match for them in this crisis.

"Everyone should perform their duties. This is the most critical time for the Prince's Palace. Everyone must remain calm and not act rashly."

Ling Xue decisively gave the order, then carried Xiao Xingchen back to the secret chamber.

Is he really dead?

Looking at Xiao Xingchen, whose breathing had stopped, she felt a pang of sadness for some reason. Although she didn't want to admit it, he was her first and only man, and yet he had been killed right before her eyes. The thought filled her with rage, and she wanted nothing more than to go and destroy Shen Li right now.

But Mu Wushuang's words still echoed in her ears. She had seen the commotion at the ancestral temple, but now she only cared about Xiao Xingchen's life or death. Besides, Xizhu hadn't left either.

"I don't know. This man is very unusual. If someone else were lying here, they would definitely be dead, but with him, I'm not sure."

Xizhu quietly squatted down and began to examine Xiaoxingchen's injuries.

The reason she's stayed is largely because of this man's unusual nature; she wants to see for herself what his background is.

She had already harbored suspicions when she saved Mu Wushuang last time, and those suspicions were amplified by Mu Wushuang's last words.

"Don't worry, I don't think he'll die so easily. The fact that he dared to raise a knife to kill himself suggests he has other plans. Let's wait and see; perhaps a miracle will happen."

Seeing the coldness in Ling Xue's expression, Xi Zhu couldn't help but offer a word of comfort.

"Okay, then I'll leave this place to you."

Ling Xue turned and left, and Xi Zhu spoke again.

"Going to the ancestral temple at this time is not the best opportunity. It is obvious that someone is plotting behind this, and we are all within that person's calculations. Emperor Wu has chosen to observe the situation and wait. I suggest you do not act rashly."

"I'm going to kill someone!"

After leaving behind a single, indifferent sentence, Ling Xue's figure disintegrated and vanished from the palace.

Xi Zhu sighed. Since ancient times, heroes have found it hard to resist the charms of a beautiful woman, but even a beautiful woman can lose her mind when she encounters a hero. Just like Ling Xue now, she doesn't care about the opportunities in the Demon Suppression Prison; she's there to kill.

"Xiao Xingchen, you are still blessed, but I don't know if you'll live to enjoy it."

Looking at the mangled body, Xizhu closed the door for him. Xiao Xingchen was beyond saving, because he was already dead.

If he can come back to life on his own, that would be good. If not, she will order someone to collect his body the next time she comes.

Frequent changes turned the once peaceful Yong'an City into a powder keg that suddenly exploded.

On the astrological platform, Emperor Wu and Ning Chen, like two chess players, silently observed everything. They neither intervened nor showed any anger, as if everything was unrelated to them; they simply watched quietly.

"Is the Prince of Kao Shan really dead?" Ning Chen asked doubtfully.

"The slave seal of the Shen family is a forbidden secret technique that cannot be broken unless one dies. However, this Xiao Xingchen is not so easy to kill. Didn't you notice the determination he showed when he raised his sword to kill himself? He is not a fool; he will not dig his own grave."

The Emperor's gaze was filled with mystery, which made Ning Chen tremble slightly. Xiao Xingchen had killed him with his sword in full view of everyone; if he was still alive after that, what could he possibly do?

The consequences could be dire...

I'm afraid countless experts will flock to the scene at that time. The secret of bringing the dead back to life is enough to drive people crazy. That will be Xiao Xingchen's real crisis. But then again, can a person really bring the dead back to life?

Ning Chen didn't believe it, nor had he ever seen anything like it. He had even read through countless books but found no record of such a thing. He was convinced that Xiao Xingchen was dead, but Emperor Wu's expression was intriguing.

"Should I limit the number of people entering the ancestral temple?"

He asked again, "The ancestral temple had already been set up, but this time someone simply opened up the layout naturally, which is what Emperor Wu and he wanted to see."

"Don't worry about anything, Ning Chen. Just watch. The Nine Heavens will definitely come out this time. For so many years, they've been high above, never interfering in anything. This time, the Demon Suppression Prison will definitely blast them all out."

"That will be the time for us to make our move. Since this Heaven-Sealing Array was created by them, let them taste the power of their array this time. Consider it a small interest we'll reap."

“Nine Heavens,” Ning Chen looked towards the distant horizon. This place was too hidden, untouched by the mortal world. How could he possibly deal with these self-proclaimed immortals?

The Demon-Suppressing Prison is their chance to fall to the mortal realm; the Great Qian Dynasty is the curse that traps immortals.

Only when immortals descend to the mortal realm will the true war of the Great Qian Dynasty begin. This has been Emperor Wu's plan for many years. His gaze has never been on the mundane world, but on the high heavens above.

Ning Chen had to admire this; he was a monarch with extraordinary ambitions, whose vision had long surpassed that of ordinary people.