As soon as Lucian’s group exited the private room, they were greeted by Commander Han Yu.
"Young Master, madams," Han Yu gave a fist salute, then asked, "Do you want to use the carriage to return to Her Majesty’s Palace?"
Lucian looked around and saw that there were ten Nascent Soul Royal Guards who were standing in a protective formation around them.
When Lucian left the Imperial Palace, he had already sensed these Royal Guards were following them.
Although it looked like they were protecting him and his won, he was sure it was more like these guards were making sure no one offended him along the way.
And he could easily guess the reason.
The Emperor was wary of him, thinking he might be connected to that mysterious burning figure that killed Qi Ye.
It was obvious that Emperor Ji Chunqiu didn’t want any conflicts to occur before he could figure out Lucian’s background.
Lucian chuckled inwardly, and looking at Commander Han Yu, whose cultivation he couldn’t see through, he nodded.
Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
During the auction, many Direct Descendants from high-ranking noble families ca and wished to et with Lucian.
Even a hunched-back old man, whom Han Yu had never seen in the Imperial City, had co.
Although the old man restrained his aura, he felt an instinctive fear while facing the old man. In the end, he could only use Emperor’s authority to decline them all.
Now that Lucian agreed to use the carriage to go back, he felt much more at ease.
Now all he wanted to do was to bring them back to the palace without any unexpected encounters.
Soon, they walked out of the majestic Immortal Phoenix Hall and stood at the side, waiting for the carriage to co while snow fell around them.
At this mont, Lucian suddenly turned his head to look behind him!
There, a young man with a sword mark between his eyebrows, looking like a sword immortal, was walking out of the Immortal Phoenix Hall alongside a hunched-back old man.
The red-haired young man also noticed Lucian. His eyes narrowed slightly as their gazes t!
But in the next mont, the young man ignored him. He walked past Lucian with an air of arrogance, moving into the distance, while the hunched-back old man followed behind him like a shadow.
However, Lucian’s eyebrows raised up in surprise as he felt sothing unusual in his Space Ring!
Instantly, his Soul Sense entered the Space Ring, and he noticed Daoist Qin’s Inheritance Sword was trembling slightly in a corner of the Space Ring.
He quickly pulled out the small sword. As he channeled his Spiritual Energy into it, the palm-size sword didn’t grow larger this ti.
Instead, it floated up and hovered above his palm.
Lucian was still unsure about how the runes on this sword worked, as he wasn’t a Rune Master. Even Eris, with all her knowledge, couldn’t recognize these Runes.
So he didn’t dwell too much on why the sword didn’t enlarge this ti. Instead he focused on the sword as it rotated twice in the air!
Then the tip of the sword pointed directly at the red-haired cultivator!
At the sa ti, in the distance, Saint Xu Li’s steps stopped for a mont, but without turning around, he continued walking.
"Interesting!" Lucian’s eyes imdiately lit up as he understood – this guy possessed another inheritance key!
"This! Don’t tell !" Iris gasped as she also knew the real value of this sword.
Nysa and Sylvia though curious, didn’t ask any questions imdiately as they knew there were too many eyes watching their every movent.
Noticing Lucian’s gaze, Han Yu hesitated for a mont before saying, "Young Master, that hunched-backed old man wanted to see you. D-do you know them? Should I go and invite them?"
"There’s no need..." Lucian simply shook his head. Then putting away the sword, he winked at Iris, "Let’s go."
"Right! Young Master, madams, please," Han Yu didn’t ask further as he gestured toward the a luxurious carriage, bearing the Imperial Family’s flag.
The golden carriage was pulled by four Blazetail Demon Beasts. These horse-like Demonic Beasts were taller than mortal horses, with long tails that burned with red flas, lting the snow.
As a Royal Guard opened the carriage door, Lucian helped his won to climb inside.
After a mont,
As the carriage began to move, Lucian briefly explained about Daoist Qin’s inheritance.
"Why don’t we just kill them and take the sword?" Nysa said, her eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
"No rush. We don’t know if he has any trump card or what his background is... So let’s wait untill we et in the Tribulation Realm," Lucian waved his hand causally.
There was another reason why he didn’t choose to attack now.
What if that old man was at the Soul Integration Stage or even the Ruler Cultivation stage...
Currently, the Imperial Family feared him because they thought that he was behind Qi Ye’s death.
Even though it was indeed the truth, but if he got into such a situation again, he knew he wouldn’t be able to save himself.
At that ti, he would be like a lamb, waiting to be slaughtered.
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he noticed sothing from the corner of his eye.
"Sylvia, what’s the matter? Are you upset about sothing?" He felt Sylvia was unusually quiet.
"Brother Lucian, you don’t like to touch because of the scars I’ve, right?" Sylvia spoke in a trembling voice.
Lucian was stunned, "What do you an?"
"I’ve noticed... you never touched my breasts or kiss other part of my body... Is it because my body is ugly with these scars? You never even touch my p-pussy..."
Lucian’s expression softened. He reached out and gently lifted her chin, making her look at him.
"Silly girl, why would you think that?" He spoke softly, "I just want you to experience your first ti once I break this cursed mask from your face. As for not touching your body, you know I won’t be able control myself if I see your beautiful body..."
"Really?" Sylvia’s body slowly relaxed against his chest, her hands wrapping around his neck.
"Of course," Lucian smiled as he sensed Sylvia’s ease.
As he brushed her hair with his fingers, his eyes moved to Nysa, asking, "You have Qi Ye’s diary, right?"
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