Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: Palace Chaos

"Will you come back after you leave, Immortal? Will I see you again?" Her words floated softly.

She tilted her head, gazing at him, as if searching for something. After a while, she silently looked toward the horizon, a trace of longing crossing her expression. She said calmly, "After parting today, I'm going to find my master. I might stay at the Jingshui Temple and not come out again."

Her expression turned sad, and her eyes became deep with emotion as she said, "In the future... we'll meet if fate allows."

His deep eyes fixed on her, and suddenly, he smiled, ruffling her hair. "No matter, I'll seek you out wherever you are. Just wait for me."

He always acted so carefree, appearing like a shadow and leaving like the wind. He could appear beside you out of nowhere and then disappear without a trace. Where he would go next was anyone's guess.

Yunsi, anxious about her master, hurried back to the Jade Mansion.

Seeing the ruins before her, she became even more frantic, rushing inside like a gust of wind. The once-grand mansion had turned into a heap of rubble overnight.

What had happened to the Jade Mansion? Where was her master?

Relying on her memory, she found the guest room. The dilapidated building swayed in the wind, on the verge of collapse.

Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and rushed in.

"...Master..."

The person on the bed sat there cross-legged, unmoving, entwined with cobwebs like a stone statue.

Yunsi stood there, motionless, staring for a long time, her eyes reddening as if filled with sand.

Her trembling hand hesitated before gently tapping his shoulder. "Master, I'm back. Let's go home!"

The moment her fingers touched his body, the cold, rigid sensation filled her with unprecedented fear.

The coldness spread instantly to her fingertips.

Suddenly, the gate of the Tian Shu Pavilion was slammed open, and a flash of white light appeared—a cool, aloof man stood there.

"Who dares to intrude into my Tian Shu Pavilion?"

Wen Shiming's face turned from ashen to pale in an instant.

"You... you're an immortal?"

After composing himself, he scrutinized the man before him and then laughed wildly. "So what if you're an immortal? You're nothing but a..."

A flash of white light, and Wen Shiming's eyes widened before he fell to the ground with a thud.

Junfeng glanced toward the highest treasure hall, where dark clouds swirled, gradually engulfing the hall.

In a flash, Junfeng appeared beneath the dark clouds.

The scene below was chaotic, with palace maids and officials fleeing in all directions.

Amidst the chaos, a man in a jade crown and luxurious robe came into view. His demeanor was unlike that of someone his age.

Junfeng raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "Yulanxing?"

He knew this wasn't the real Yulanxing; the current figure was merely a puppet.

Noticing Junfeng's presence, the man's smile grew more ferocious and mocking.

"Junfeng, you finally arrived."

With a sharp tug of his elbow, the man in the golden dragon robe was caught in his grasp.

"Since you're here, let's make a deal. How about exchanging this wretched emperor's life for my son's?"

Junfeng chuckled coldly, indifferent to his words. "Our debts are between us. No need to involve others."

Yulanxing's laugh echoed like silver bells, contemptuous and powerful, shaking the very ground.

"A thousand years ago, your father scattered his soul to seal me in the Xuanying Sea. And now, you, a mere upstart not even a century old, think you can defeat me?"