The Fury of Marquis Changlin!

Chapter 14: The Fury of Marquis Changlin!

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"Tsk tsk, that old fox… Even after all these years, he's still just as cautious!"

Beside Wang Feng, Great Demon Xuansha sneered coldly, yet a sharp glint flickered in his eyes, betraying the turbulence in his heart.

"How did you escape the seal of the Radiant Sun Emperor?" Wang Feng cast a sidelong glance at Xuansha, his tone calm yet laced with curiosity.

He hadn't expected the Radiant Sun Emperor to be so wary of Xuansha—sealing him once wasn't enough; he even convened a Demon Sealing Conference to ensure Xuansha's power remained weakened.

Yet, thinking of how the entire Radiant Sun Empire had been zealously holding Demon Sealing Conferences every decade, while their supposed target had long since slipped free, Wang Feng couldn't help but find it amusing.

Clearly, despite Xuansha's outward obedience within the Divine Immortal Sect, he was far from simple.

For the ruler of a vast empire to be so wary of him, going so far as to organize large-scale events just to suppress his existence… this only proved that Xuansha was no ordinary figure.

Wang Feng's gaze deepened, his thoughts churning.

"Tsk, that old fool has no idea… All these years, I never wasted time healing my wounds. Instead, I devised a technique to split my soul. What he sealed was merely a clone I created."

Xuansha's lips curled into a mocking smirk, disdain dripping from his words.

When the Radiant Sun Emperor first sealed him, Xuansha had known that a ruthless ruler like him wouldn't rest until he was completely eradicated. If Xuansha had desperately attempted to break the seal or heal his wounds, it would have only heightened the emperor's vigilance, pushing him to take more extreme measures.

Thus, he deliberately maintained his weakened state, making the emperor believe he was crippled, while secretly devising an escape method.

And in the end—he succeeded.

A single obsession spanning centuries… A peak Profound Sovereign expert dedicating nearly a thousand years to escape. How could he possibly fail?

After all, those who reached the Profound Sovereign Realm were all extraordinary figures in their own right.

Still, what puzzled Wang Feng was—why was the Radiant Sun Emperor so fearful of Xuansha?

The ruler of the vast Radiant Sun Empire surely wielded unfathomable power—at least at the Profound Sovereign Realm's peak, or perhaps even beyond.

Even among peak Profound Sovereigns, the disparity in strength could be immense. Some could stand unrivaled, while others would crumble before a single strike.

"In an empire as vast as the Radiant Sun Empire, the emperor couldn't have been the only peak expert at that level. Yet, under his rule, all other powerhouses were firmly suppressed… This alone speaks volumes about his terrifying might!"

Then what exactly made him so wary of Xuansha?

This deepened Wang Feng's curiosity. But in the end, he didn't pry further.

As long as Xuansha didn't violate his principles, he remained a member of the Divine Immortal Sect. As its Sect Master, Wang Feng had no interest in digging into the past of his own people.

"What is the Demon Sealing Ranking?" Wang Feng turned toward Qiu Wanfeng, resuming his inquiry.

"The Demon Sealing Ranking is the leaderboard of the Demon Sealing Conference. Participants are ranked based on the number of demonic beasts they slay. The higher one ranks, the greater the rewards granted by the Radiant Sun Emperor—treasures, prestige, even high-ranking positions within the empire!"

Qiu Wanfeng didn't dare delay and quickly explained.

"In the past, this ranking was dominated by older experts. But this time… it's restricted to the younger generation alone."

Hearing this, Wang Feng's eyes flickered with intrigue.

A competition among the younger generation?

This was an opportunity the Divine Immortal Sect had to seize.

Of course, Wang Feng's true intent wasn't merely to compete—it was to let Ling Feiwu and Li Qing gain real battle experience while spreading the sect's name.

That way, he wouldn't have to personally recruit disciples each time.

As a Sect Master, maintaining dignity was crucial.

Once or twice was fine, but if he continuously sought out disciples himself, no matter how strong the sect became, it would inevitably be looked down upon.

A true major sect only needed to speak, and young talents from across the land would flock to its gates.

One day, the Divine Immortal Sect would reach that level.

"How much time remains until the Demon Sealing Conference?" Wang Feng asked.

"Less than a month!"

"Less than a month, huh… More than enough time," Wang Feng murmured, eyes narrowing slightly.

———

At this moment, within the capital of the Radiant Sun Empire, in the estate of Marquis Changlin.

A towering, battle-hardened man sat imposingly upon his grand throne.

This was Lin Tianxiong, Marquis Changlin, his presence exuding immense pressure.

Before him knelt his trusted steward, Steward Wang.

"Steward Wang, why hasn't Yun'er returned yet? Just how long does it take to eliminate a mere remnant of the Ling Clan?"

Lin Tianxiong's voice carried a trace of impatience.

The Demon Sealing Conference was fast approaching, and he had been pushing Lin Yunyi to his limits, forging him into a weapon to bring honor to the Marquis' Estate.

"My Lord, I have already sent men to check. Perhaps Young Master Yunyi is merely enjoying himself and will return shortly," Steward Wang replied respectfully.

"Hmph! That boy… It seems I've spoiled him too much! Among all the noble houses in the empire, which young master is as useless as him?"

Though Lin Tianxiong's words carried harshness, an underlying fatherly concern could still be felt.

At that moment, Steward Wang suddenly sensed a faint spiritual fluctuation from his robe.

"My Lord, a message has arrived. It should be Young Master Yunyi, sending word back."

Lin Tianxiong's face softened slightly.

"Hah! That brat still has some conscience, knowing I'd be worried!" He chuckled, his pride as a father evident.

"Quick, check the message. What does he say?"

Steward Wang immediately activated the communication token. But the moment his spiritual sense entered it—

His entire body trembled!

His aged eyes widened in sheer horror, and the hand holding the token shook uncontrollably.

Then, he knelt before Lin Tianxiong, voice quivering.

"M-My Lord…! Young Master Yunyi… he's dead!"

BOOM!

As if the heavens themselves had collapsed, a terrifying aura erupted from Lin Tianxiong's body, shaking the very foundations of the grand hall!

A suffocating pressure filled the air, causing even Steward Wang to involuntarily shiver.

Lin Tianxiong's gaze sharpened into icy blades.

Though his expression remained eerily calm, the temperature in the room plummeted, making even the seasoned steward feel as if he had been plunged into the depths of winter.

"…Who?"

A single word.

Yet it carried a murderous intent so thick it seemed to freeze the very air.

The heavens would weep. The earth would tremble.

The fury of a Marquis was about to descend upon the world!

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