The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

The housekeeper dared not delay and hurriedly went out to prepare.

A few seconds later, he came back, having been kicked back.

His body slammed squarely onto the altar, shattering Bai Cha's memorial tablet into pieces.

Snapped!

At the same time, the vermilion gate shattered.

Qin Changye and three masked men strode over.

Bai Yanlang's smile instantly froze on his face.

He lifted the butler off the ground, grabbed a large clump of hair, and watched him grimace in pain before confirming that he wasn't dreaming.

Why are you still alive?

"Where are my sons?"

The joy on Bai Yanlang's face vanished completely, leaving only a near-mad, ferocious expression.

"You're not dead yet, so naturally I have to live!"

"As for your sons, I have already buried them!"

Qin Changye spoke the truth.

Bai Yanlang completely broke down. In fact, seeing that Qin Changye was still alive, he guessed that his sons were probably doomed.

Upon hearing the answer with his own ears, he felt dizzy and nearly collapsed to the ground.

My daughter is gone.

The sons are gone.

She lost the ability to remarry.

He had no offspring!

"However, you don't need to be too sad."

Qin Changye offered a comforting reassurance: "Because soon, you'll be reunited with them."

Snapped!

Bai Yanlang's eyes were bloodshot as he crushed the dark green jade pendant at his waist.

This is the highest-level summons from the Prime Minister's residence!

The fact that this order was broken indicates that the Prime Minister's residence was facing a life-or-death crisis.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, all members of the Bai family whose cultivation level exceeded the Heavenly Martial Realm, as well as the highly skilled guests invited at great expense, regardless of their location or what they were doing, were required to arrive as quickly as possible.

Thump thump thump...

A few breaths later, figures came rushing in from all directions and landed in the huge courtyard.

There are quite a few who have reached the eighth or ninth level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, or even the King Martial Realm.

Their weapons were already drawn, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

The temperature in the entire courtyard dropped at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Qin Changye's gaze swept over the group of people and suddenly landed on a middle-aged man.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a blue longsword hanging at his waist. His face was thin and his brows revealed arrogance.

Upon seeing Qin Changye, a fleeting unease crossed his face, but it vanished in an instant.

"Uncle Wang?"

"Weren't you retired to your hometown due to injuries and illness?"

Qin Changye frowned.

This man's name was Wang Tianxiang, and he was Qin Wuyai's sworn brother.

He still remembered that when Qin Wuyai carried him out of the pile of corpses, he swore to the heavens that his life belonged to Brother Qin, and that he would go through fire and water for him if needed in the future.

Because of his injuries, Qin Wuyai personally escorted him back to the capital and made him a guest minister in the Qin Prince's mansion.

Although he was called a guest advisor, he didn't actually have to do anything; he was just to focus on recovering from his injuries.

Not long after Qin Wuyai died on the battlefield, he retired to his hometown, citing worsening injuries and illnesses.

Who would have thought that when they met again, he would appear at the Prime Minister's residence and become a guest minister there.

The awkwardness on Wang Tianxiang's face had long since disappeared, and he even seemed somewhat self-righteous: "I originally wanted to retire and return to my hometown, but the Prime Minister found me and offered me so much that I came here."

Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.

The Prince of Qin's mansion is already in decline, while the Prime Minister's mansion is extremely popular.

Choosing the right option is not difficult.

"Why waste your breath on him? Kill him for me, and I'll give you double the pay."

Bai Yanlang gave the order, his voice filled with hysteria.

Wang Tianxiang was overjoyed. Such a huge windfall had fallen into his lap; if he didn't seize it quickly, he would probably regret it later.

Swish!

He drew his longsword from his waist, the blade gleaming with a cold light.

Today, Qin Changye took the initiative to storm the Prime Minister's residence. As a guest of the Prime Minister's residence, killing Qin Changye can be considered legitimate self-defense.

I couldn't help but recall the renowned fortune teller from the west of the city many years ago, who predicted that he would suffer a bloody disaster before the age of fifty, and that he had wasted many years of his life.

Tomorrow is his fiftieth birthday. What bloodshed could he possibly have? He's incredibly lucky.

After today's matter is settled, I'll go to the west of the city and kill that quack fortune teller who spouted nonsense...

As Wang Tianxiang strode towards him, Qin Changye sighed and suddenly asked, "Uncle Wang, can you spare my life?"

This is Wang Tianxiang's last chance!

"cannot!"

Wang Tianxiang answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Anyone who dares to stop him from getting a promotion and a raise is his biggest enemy!

He's so eager to improve!

As he spoke, he raised his cyan longsword high, the blade aimed at Qin Changye's neck: "Also, don't call me Uncle Wang, I'm not familiar with you!"

Qin Changye sighed.

In his memory, Qin Wuyai had told him more than once that Uncle Wang was a brother he would risk his life for.

Now, his sworn brother is going to kill him!

Qin Changye then turned his gaze to Ren Pingsheng and the other two, who were already eager to try: "Let's make our move."

All three are at the King Martial Realm. Not to mention in the Prime Minister's Mansion, even in the Imperial City or the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, they would be among the most powerful and capable people, standing at the highest level.

Wang Tianxiang, whose cultivation had reached the ninth level of the Heavenly Martial Realm, was blasted away by the powerful spiritual energy released by the three of them before he even got close to Qin Changye.

sizzle...

A collective gasp of astonishment erupted from the crowd.

Bai Yanlang's expression changed drastically.

He had already investigated and found that with Qin Wuyai's death in battle and Old Master Qin's entry into the Doomsday Forest, the Qin Prince's Mansion had long since become an empty shell.

Only a few skilled guards remained, such as Wang Tianxiang and others, but they were all poached by other families one after another.

Why are there suddenly three powerful experts at the King Martial Realm beside Qin Changye at this moment?

"A novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches! We outnumber them, let's attack together and wipe them all out!"

Bai Yanlang quickly regained his senses and issued orders to the nearly one hundred experts present.

You take someone's money and do their bidding.

These experts didn't hesitate either, and they all rushed forward.

"Good timing! It's been a long time since I've had a truly satisfying fight!"

Ren Pingsheng stepped forward first, his white robe rustling in the night wind. His thin fingers emerged from his sleeves, and the golden flames at his fingertips, though seemingly weak, contained terrifying heat.

Whoever is touched will be engulfed in flames and quickly reduced to ashes amidst pig-like screams of agony, scattered everywhere.

"I'll use you guys as a test subject, to see if my swordsmanship has become rusty!"

Beside him, Grandpa Ta took a big gulp of wine and started moving around.

He looked like a drunkard who might fall at any moment, but with each step he took, his aura surged.

Two sharp knives slashed out from his sleeves like the claws of a demon. The speed seemed slow, but it was actually very fast. It gave these retainers no chance to react before piercing their vital organs and sending them to their deaths.

"This scene really got me fired up too!"

Li Yourong's fighting style is the simplest and most brutal.

She rolled up her sleeves high and smashed the heads of these retainers like watermelons with a single slap.