At this moment, Dragon City.
The spiritual energy within the killing formation gradually dissipated, indicating that the person who had mistakenly entered it had already been annihilated.
Without the support of spiritual energy, the bronze chariot, already riddled with countless wounds from being slashed in the sky, crashed heavily onto the ground outside Dragon City.
Standing atop the city tower, Han Yun and Long Fei exchanged a glance, then burst into hearty laughter. "Han Yun, take a look quickly. Who are the two unlucky fools who are so blind?"
Han Yun nodded and gazed down from the city tower. At this sight, he immediately frowned.
Bronze chariots, still emanating an extraordinary aura, could only belong to someone of considerable status.
Looking up, one could see that on the scrapped bronze chariot, there seemed to be a broken flagpole pressed down. At the end of the flagpole, the tattered flag faintly revealed a magnificent flame emblem.
Among the symbols were two characters: "Ping Tian!"
"Lord! Something might have gone wrong..."
"An incident? With our current strength, are we still afraid of an incident? Han Yun, do you know why you are the guard and I am the lord of the city?"
"Vision, do you understand vision? Now we have the backing of the Tianji Pavilion, no matter which force comes..."
The words had barely fallen when Long Fei caught a glimpse of the Heavenly King's banner pinned under the bronze chariot.
"Ping Tian?!"
"Is that the banner of the Heavenly King?!"
Just after setting up the killing formation, it unexpectedly targeted Prince Ping Tian. The prince was traveling incognito; if he were to be killed in Longcheng like this..
It's hard not to die.
"Hurry, go down and take a look!"
Cold sweat was already streaming down Long Fei's forehead.
Han Yun was even more decisive. With a swift sidestep, he had already leaped down to Longcheng, and with one hand, he lifted the wreckage of the bronze chariot.
"Lord of the castle... there's no one inside!"
"Nobody, how is that possible?"
Long Fei fixed his gaze and saw that, indeed, the bronze chariot was empty.
Long Fei furrowed his brows and touched his chin: "Could it be that Prince Ping Tian used some kind of spatial treasure at the critical moment to escape the killing formation?"
Although Long Fei was not very powerful, he had been entrenched in Dragon City for many years. Even though he had never seen them, he had heard of many strange and unusual magical treasures.
Among them is a space artifact that can save lives.
Han Yun asked in surprise, "So, Prince Ping Tian is not dead yet?"
Long Fei couldn't feel happy; their actions just now had undoubtedly crossed the bottom line of this Prince Ping Tian.
It had long been heard that this Prince of Ping was a ruthless master. Whether the latter lives or dies today, it is feared that his followers will retaliate against Dragon City.
This is definitely not good news for Longcheng right now.
"Han Yun, from today onwards, operate the city-protecting formation around the clock. If you spot the Northern Flame army, inform me and the master of the Tianji Pavilion immediately!" At this moment, outside the walls of Dragon City.
The Supreme Elder of Feiyun Sect, Yang Canghai, stared at the bronze chariot outside Longcheng Gate, which had been turned into a sieve, unable to recover from his shock for a long time.
He had arrived just a quarter of an hour later than Ye Hongdao, originally intending to fly directly into Dragon City to seek the Master of the Tianji Pavilion.
In the blink of an eye, the bronze chariot was seen trapped in the killing formation.
Swallowing nervously, he realized that with a killing formation of this level, even he would meet his end if he were caught in it.
I never expected that the master of the Tianji Pavilion was actually a grandmaster of formations.
"Cough, cough!"
Yang Canghai descended from the sky to the ground, coughed lightly, and then cupped his hands towards Han Yun, who was supervising the cleaning.
"Fellow Daoist, may I ask if the Tianji Pavilion is within this Dragon City?"
Han Yun looked Yang Canghai up and down. With his white hair and youthful face, exuding an aura of immortality, this person was certainly not ordinary.
I never expected that just after seeing off Prince Ping, another master would arrive.
Since he had come to find the master of the Tianji Pavilion, Han Yun did not dare to be negligent. He cupped his hands towards Yang Canghai and said, "This way, please, senior!"
Saying this, he stepped forward to lead the way, heading straight to the Tianji Pavilion.
He glanced at the signboard of the Tianji Pavilion, then at Han Yun, who was leading the way. With a flip of his palm, a jade bottle appeared in Yang Canghai's hand.
"Young brother, this is the Peiyuan Pill, a medicinal pill I recently refined. It might help you break through your current realm."
Han Yun immediately widened his eyes and took it into his hands. For a cultivator, the most important thing is their own cultivation.
Now, suddenly receiving a Peiyuan Pill, how could he not be happy?
"This... this is too valuable!"
Yang Canghai, being so old and experienced, immediately saw through Han Yun's act of wanting to refuse but actually welcoming. He smiled and said, "Little brother, you're being too serious. In the future, our Feiyun Sect will definitely have frequent interactions with Tianji Pavilion. When the time comes, we'll need to trouble you for some convenience!"
Han Yun chuckled, "Of course."
"Please, senior, I won't disturb you any further."
Just the day before, they in Dragon City were still the targets of bullying. If someone powerful came looking for trouble, when had they not apologized and made amends?
But just after hugging the thigh of the Pavilion Master of the Tianji Pavilion, he immediately received the first tribute.
This feeling is truly exquisite.
Outside the Tianji Pavilion, Yang Canghai straightened his clothes before carefully examining the pavilion.
"So this is the Tianji Pavilion? It's quite simple and grand."
Thinking of this, Yang Canghai cupped his hands towards the Tianji Pavilion and said, "Yang Canghai of the Feiyun Sect requests an audience with the Master of Tianji Pavilion!"
Jun Yao was pouring tea for Li Wen in the Tianji Pavilion when she suddenly heard a sound at the door. Her eyes widened instantly: "It's actually the Grand Elder Yang Canghai!"
This Yang Canghai is one of the five Supreme Elders of the Feiyun Sect, usually extremely mysterious and low-key. Despite having been in the Feiyun Sect for so many years, she has only seen him once.
"Since you are a senior from Feiyun Sect, please come in!" Li Wen said with a slight smile.
This Liu Qiankun is quite efficient. I didn't expect him to bring back a returning customer so quickly. The Grand Elder? This will surely let him make a good profit.
"Yes!" Jun Yao nodded.
Opening the grand doors of the Tianji Pavilion, Jun Yao bowed to Yang Canghai, "Elder, you have arrived."
Yang Canghai looked Jun Yao up and down, noting that the other was wearing the attire of an inner disciple of the Feiyun Sect, but he truly couldn't recall who she was.
"Elder, don't you remember me? I am Liu Sect Leader's last disciple, Jun Yao!"
"Jun Yao?" Yang Canghai furrowed his brows, and after a moment, the wrinkles on his forehead finally smoothed out. "I remember now, she's the little girl who follows Qian Kun around, right?"
"It's been a few years, and you've become even more beautiful."
Jun Yao complimented, "I don't deserve it; it's the elder who looks more radiant than ever!"
Yang Canghai nodded. He had important matters to attend to and really didn't have much time to chat with Jun Yao.
After a perfunctory remark, he stepped into the Tianji Pavilion and was greeted by the sight of Li Wen pouring and drinking by himself.
Is this person the master of the Tianji Pavilion? How can he be so young?
Li Wen put down the teacup and said calmly, "Daoist Yang, the Wind Cave is a trivial matter. Let Master Liu handle it. There's no need for you to come personally."
Yang Canghai nodded slightly: "You must be joking, my friend. No matter the size of the matter at Feiyun Sect, especially something as significant as the Fengxue incident, it is certainly more appropriate for me to handle it than Qiankun."
"The matter of breaking through to immortality, I must thank you here first, my friend. It should be a more grand gesture of gratitude, but unfortunately, the current Feiyun Sect truly lacks the energy for it."
Li Wen waved his hand, "No need to be formal, Daoist Yang. I believe Sect Leader Liu has already informed you of my situation here."
"The Tianji Pavilion is merely a place for transactions based on mutual consent and equivalent exchange. Instead of empty words of gratitude, it's better to get straight to the point. After all, the soul lamps of the other three Supreme Elders of the Feiyun Sect have dimmed a bit more today, haven't they?"
Even though he had long heard that the master of the Tianji Pavilion possessed the ability to predict the secrets of heaven, Yang Canghai was still instinctively taken aback when he revealed the sect's top secret.
Calming his inner turmoil, Yang Canghai immediately cupped his hands in respect and said, "You truly live up to being the master of the Tianji Pavilion."
"Haha, didn't Master Liu tell you that there's nothing in the world that my Tianji Pavilion doesn't know?" Li Wen laughed. "You came just in time. If you had come after today, I'm afraid the soul lamps of the three Grand Elders would have been completely extinguished."
"The rules here, senior, Qiankun has already told me about them. Whatever the cost, just name your price."