Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Reaction
While the Eastern Region trembled under the weight of the collapsing mountain, the ripples of the silver Supre Qi traveled far beyond the borders of the desolate lands, reaching the senses of those who sat at the edges of the Central Region.
And the Blue Wind Kingdom also detected this.
In the eyes of the Four Cardinal Regions, Blue Wind Kingdom was a transcendent superpower, a behemoth with a genuine Saint guarding its borders.
Yet, within the predatory hierarchy of the Central Region, it was rely a third-rate power—a vassal state that jumped at the command of any pampered heir from the Imperial Capital’s Great Clans.
At this mont, within the royal palace of Blue Wind, the Crown Prince Ao Long sat beneath the delicate pink petals of a peach blossom tree.
He was a man of striking beauty, with long blue hair that cascaded like a waterfall and eyes the color of a sumr sky.
But his face, usually a mask of regal calm, was currently twisted in a knot of vein-popping fury.
Before him, a servant trembled in the grass. "Report... Your Highness. It has been confird that Lady Luo Mingye has been seen frequently in the company of the Yun Clan’s heir, Yun Li. They were... they were seen at the Royal Public Park, holding hands."
CRACK.
The stone bench beneath Ao Long fractured as he felt as though a hot iron had been shoved into his chest.
One should know that he had pursued Luo Mingye for over a decade, offering her the treasures of the kingdom and the prestige of the crown, yet he had never even touched the hem of her sleeve.
And now, she was holding hands with Yun Li—a boy famously known as the "Trash of the Yun Clan"?
The trash who couldn’t even break through Foundation Establishnt Realm even at the age of 25!?
"That trash!" Ao Long stood up, his blue Qi swirling around him in a cold mist. "I will tear his—"
"Ao Long..." Just then, a deep voice, vibrating with the authority of a ruler, resounded throughout the yard.
Ao Long imdiately checked his temper and cupped his hands, turning around behind him. "Father!"
"Hm." The King of Blue Wind stepped into the garden, his gaze steady. "Ao Long, a Supre Inheritance has just awakened in the Eastern Region. Forget about that girl for a second. We need to act. We must secure that inheritance before the other third-rate kingdoms or the border clans catch wind of its location."
Ao Long’s expression shifted instantly from jealous rage to cold calculation, after all in the grand sche of things, a girl—no matter how beautiful—was a fleeting prize.
But a Supre Inheritance was a ticket to higher standing. They might even have the chance to be promoted to the First Tier Power, or even a Transcendent Power with a real Supre guarding it!
"I will have Old Hei accompany you," the King continued. "A Nirvana Rebirth realm expert should be more than enough to handle whatever trouble you encounter in that backwater place. The cultivators there are like children playing in the mud."
Ao Long nodded, but a trace of worry remained. "But father, what about the Great Clans in the Imperial Capital? If those from so Holy Lands or even so Transcendent Clan decide to intervene..."
The King shook his head dismissively. "No need to worry about those Hegemons in the Imperial Capital. To them, a Supre Legacy from the Eastern Region is like a rusted copper coin. They wouldn’t bother staining their robes for such a ’pathetic’ find. It is beneath them."
"I see. Then I shall prepare for departure imdiately," Ao Long replied, his eyes gleaming with a new purpose.
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anwhile, in the sprawling estate of the Luo Clan, another conversation was taking place.
Luo Mingye, a woman whose beauty was whispered to be a match for the forest spirits of legend, sat on her knees upon a woven mat, her long green hair falling perfectly at her back.
Before her sat a muscular old man with a scarred face and green hair—the Elder Patriarch of the Luo Clan.
He sipped his tea with a rugged elegance.
"I heard you have gotten quite close with that brat from the Yun Clan lately?" the old man asked, his eyes sharp over the rim of his cup.
Luo Mingye offered a faint, mysterious smile. "Not that close, Grandfather. But Yun Li is... interesting. He is smart, cunning, and sees the world through eyes that are far too old for his body. I don’t know why the city continues to label him as trash."
The old man sighed, setting his cup down. "It is likely political theater. The King has been wary of the Yun Clan’s private military for years. If Yun Li had shown any talent, he would have t with an ’accident’ long ago. The boy was wise to hide his true capabilities. But now, it seems the Yun Clan believes there is no longer a need for hiding."
Luo Mingye blinked, her erald eyes widening. "You an—?"
The Patriarch nodded. "Yes. That old monster, Yun Kuang, has successfully broken through to the Profound Saint Realm. His lifespan has been extended by another thousand years. With a Saint in the house, even the Royal Family must walk on eggshells. They can no longer act recklessly against the Yun bloodline."
Luo Mingye went silent, her mind drifting to the "trash" heir who had held her hand with such casual confidence.
"Indeed. A Saint is a troubleso opponent, even for the Royal Family. Not to ntion the Yun Clan’s military is loyal to them, not the crown." She shook her head, focusing back on her grandfather. "But let’s forget about the local politics for a mont. Why have you called
here, Grandfather? You look as though you’re preparing for a campaign."
The old man’s expression turned deathly serious as he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "I want you to head to the Eastern Region this instant. A Supre Emperor’s Inheritance has just awakened, and the silver light is visible even from our borders. Do everything in your power to get it."
Luo Mingye’s breath hitched. A Supre Emperor’s legacy? In the Eastern Region?
She looked toward the east, a sense of excitent brewing inside her.
After all, this will be the first ti she will leave the confines of their kingdom. "I understand, Grandfather. I will leave at once."
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Deep within the sprawling fortifications of the Yun Clan, a youth sat motionless upon a bed of cold, spirit-attracting jade.
To the servants who passed his door, Yun Li was a mystery—a man once mocked as the "Trash Heir
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