So what if I have a few billion concubines while I'm cultivating immortality?

The next day, early morning.

It should have been a time when the bustling city was gradually coming to life, but the main thoroughfare of Jinyang Prefecture, Zhuque Avenue, was eerily quiet.

The breakfast stalls that used to set up early in the morning are nowhere to be seen.

Most of the shops along the street had their doors and windows tightly shut, not even a crack was left.

Only a few daring people peered fearfully through the cracks in the doors or the windows on the second floor at the scene on the street.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

The dull, rhythmic footsteps approached from afar.

The rising sun pierced through the thin mist, but its golden light brought no warmth; instead, it made the winding procession on the street appear particularly eerie.

The first thing that catches the eye is two rows of soldiers from the Prince of Jin's personal guards, clad in full black iron armor and wielding long halberds.

They were expressionless, each step they took carrying a metallic clang, their heavy footsteps causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The line stretched out in a long line, and at a glance, it looked to be nearly a thousand people!

Behind these elite guards were nearly a hundred martial arts masters dressed in various styles and exuding a fierce aura.

Some crossed their arms and sneered, while others wiped the strange weapons in their hands, their eyes arrogant and their bodies swirling with internal energy.

These people were the outlaws of the martial arts world whom Qin Yuan had recruited overnight at great expense.

Their presence added an extra layer of brutal and ruthless energy to this already somber army.

The very back of the line stood out conspicuously.

Four burly guards steadily carried a large, open-top sedan chair.

Inside the sedan chair, Qin Yuan lay half-reclined, his face regaining some color.

His eyes were sunken, burning with resentment, as he stared intently ahead in the direction of the Purple Jade Pavilion!

The strategist, Mr. Zhao, and several other strategists followed closely beside the sedan chair.

Several core generals of the Prince's Palace and the leaders of the recruited martial arts instructors surrounded him on the left and right.

His murderous aura was palpable!

"Good heavens! Is this... is this a case of confiscation of property and extermination of the entire clan?"

Behind the closed door of a shop, people were whispering in fear.

"They're soldiers from the Prince of Jin's residence! Judging by their appearance, they're heading for Ziyan Pavilion?"

"Ziyan Pavilion? The Ziyan Pavilion that Miss Mu is from? What did she do to provoke His Highness Prince Jin to make such a fuss?"

"I heard that Prince Jin suffered a loss and was seriously injured at Ziyan Pavilion a few days ago, and I didn't expect him to directly mobilize troops to surround the pavilion today!"

"Hiss, the Mu family may be the richest, but how... how can they possibly withstand this!"

"It's over, Ziyan Pavilion is probably doomed today..."

Whispers circulated behind the closed doors and windows.

Everyone could sense that a massive storm was about to erupt in this bustling state capital!

The procession finally stopped in front of the grand and elegant gate of Ziyan Pavilion.

Nearly a thousand armored soldiers dispersed, instantly blocking the front courtyard, side gate, and even the adjacent street of Ziyan Pavilion.

Long halberds stood like a forest, pointing directly at the pavilion.

The martial arts masters then leaped up using their light-footed skills, spreading out in front of the group and on the rooftops and walls.

The energy locked inside the pavilion, sealing off all escape routes.

In front of and behind the gate tower, on one side is a solemn army, and on the other side is an elegant pavilion.

The disparity in strength was breathtaking!

"Clatter!"

The sedan chair was slowly lowered.

With the help of his attendants, Qin Yuan straightened up and bowed to Mr. Zhao, saying, "Knock on the door!"

Mr. Zhao took a deep breath and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Listen up, everyone inside! His Highness Prince Jin is here in person! Open the gates immediately and kneel to welcome the King! If you dare to delay, when the gates are broken down, not a single chicken or dog will be spared!"

After saying that, he turned red in the face and coughed violently.

At this moment, the martial artists all circulated their inner energy and, together with the soldiers, repeated the words in unison.

The shouts exploded like thunder above the Ziyan Pavilion!

Hearing the commotion, the servants responsible for sweeping and guarding the front yard turned pale with fright.

Several young servants who had already noticed the situation and were running to the backyard to report it were so frightened that their legs went weak and they scrambled and ran for their lives toward the backyard.

"Your Majesty, Instructor Wang! Something terrible has happened! There are soldiers everywhere outside! Prince Jin has surrounded us with a large army!"

The messenger rushed to the drill ground in the backyard and saw Wang Gang hurrying over. He shouted breathlessly.

"I heard you!"

As Wang Gang spoke in a deep voice, he immediately led several disciples and leaped up to the tallest observation tower in the backyard.

When they could see the outside world clearly.

Even Wang Gang, a seventh-level martial artist who had honed his skills through countless trials, couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

A chill ran down my spine!

All that could be seen was outside the Ziyan Pavilion.

The dark mass of armored soldiers surrounded them from all sides, their weapons gleaming so coldly they hurt the eyes.

Even more terrifying were the dozens of figures scattered in front of the army and on the rooftops and walls.

Each of them exuded a long and powerful aura, clearly indicating that they were all martial artists of considerable skill!

Such a display of power is beyond what a mere seventh-level martial artist like him could handle.

Even a ninth-level martial artist would probably find it difficult to escape!

"What's going on? Has the Prince of Jin gone mad?!"

Wang Gang's voice was hoarse, and his heart felt icy cold.

The disciples beside him were even more pale-faced, their hands trembling slightly.

Meanwhile, the maids in the backyard also heard the commotion.

One by one, they rushed outside the courtyard, their pretty faces pale, looking at each other and trembling!

Just when everyone was filled with anxiety.

Mu Yunshan walked out of the side room.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Wang Gang, as if seeing his pillar of support, leaped down from the tower and cried out urgently, "Master! Something terrible has happened! Prince Jin has led a large army to surround the pavilion, along with nearly a hundred martial arts masters. We..."

"Oh dear, one must remain calm in the face of important matters. What's the panic?"

Mu Yunshan raised his hand to interrupt, and said calmly, "Just do what you're supposed to do and keep to your posts."

Upon hearing this, Wang Gang and his disciples were stunned.

With the enemy troops already at the gates, how can you still be so confident, sir?

At that moment, the door to the embroidered tower was pushed open.

Qin Xiao and Mu Ziyan walked out slowly.

Qin Xiao remained calm.

Mu Ziyan gently took Qin Xiao's arm.

Her pretty face remained calm, showing no sign of panic.

Mu Yunshan's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward, arriving before Qin Xiao in a few strides. He smiled and said, "Your Majesty... Young Master Qin! The Prince of Jin's men have arrived; they're outside, making quite a show of force!"

"Look, shouldn't the guards you arranged go out and take them down in one fell swoop?"

After saying that, she looked at Qin Xiao with anticipation.

In his imagination, an ambush would appear as soon as Qin Xiao gave the order.

In an instant, they could capture all of the Prince of Jin's men, whether soldiers or martial arts masters!

However, Qin Xiao merely glanced casually at the front courtyard, his tone indifferent: "Guards? When did I say there were guards?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Yunshan's expression suddenly froze, and his eyes widened involuntarily.

Qin Xiao continued casually, "I'll go myself."

After saying that, he started walking slowly towards the front yard.

Mu Ziyan still held Qin Xiao's arm, calmly following beside him.

"Go by yourself?"

Mu Yunshan was a little dumbfounded and quickly took two steps to catch up.

His previous composure vanished, replaced by a sweat-drenched brow and a trembling voice: "Young Master Qin, you...you didn't bring any guards? There are nearly a thousand armored soldiers and almost a hundred high-level martial artists outside! How can you manage alone?!"

Seeing this, Mu Ziyan turned back to her father and smiled sweetly: "Father, don't worry. Since the young master said he would go by himself, he must have his own way. Just watch with peace of mind."

"this……"

Mu Yunshan stood there, stunned.

Method?

What can we do?

Is Your Majesty already a ninth-level martial artist?

Even a ninth-level martial artist won't be able to do it!