Chapter 126 - colleting debts

Qingyi had a lot to explain to Feiyan.

Ruxue watched animatedly as she sipped from the most expensive wine she could find in the cellar of the luxurious suite.

After tens of thousands of years trapped in that place, watching the drama between Qingyi and Feiyan was like the highest entertainment she could enjoy.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the handsome young man to explain himself.

Soon they were taking a hot bath together before he took them into his arms and lay down on the king-size bed, feeling the creamy wet skins of the two beauties’ voluptuous bodies pressed against him.

Qingyi really wanted to fall asleep and enjoy that night to the full, but unfortunately they would be returning to the sect tomorrow.

He had things to deal with, and the sooner he dealt with them, the better.

With a heavy sigh, he waited until the girls fell asleep before putting on the Three Bladed Monarch’s set, changing its coloration to a deep black and activating all concealment arrays on it.

Opening the bedroom window, he jumped onto the roof of another building, his figure blending in with the darkness.

"System, I need a low-level sound suppression talisman," Qingyi spoke, and two thousand lust points were taken from his lust point balance.

His eyes immediately focused on the royal palace that rose gloriously into the horizon, its tallest towers reaching over thirty stories.

It was time to collect some debts.

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"Thank you very much for allowing me this meeting, Your Highness!" Young Master Yang spoke as he bowed respectfully to the Crown Prince.

"Oh... Don’t worry about such formalities, Young Master Yang. Sit down, let’s have a drink and talk." The old prince smiled as he opened his arms and uncorked a bottle of wine.

"I beg your pardon for the embarrassment my sect has put you through, Your Highness. Our women don’t know how to recognize true greatness."

"Don’t worry about it. I like to think that women are naturally blind. One day she’ll get tired of that pretty face and come begging for me." The old prince laughed.

"Now tell me, Young Master Yang, what brings you here? You didn’t just come to talk, did you?"

"No, of course not. I would never waste Your Highness’s time like this. In fact, I’ve come here at my father’s request.

My family has been part of politics in the City of Golden Clouds for over a thousand years. We don’t lack gold, power or prestige, but we want something more. My father is interested in-"

"Land, isn’t he?" A broad smile took over the prince’s wrinkled face.

The Yang family was only an honorary noble family, with no royal titles. To become true nobles in the kingdom, they needed to be Lords of their own towns and have their own armies.

"The prince’s intuition is truly incomparable," Young Master Yang fawned.

"Indeed, it is land that we need, beyond our many farms. We were planning to use a political marriage to take the Mo family’s land peacefully, but my family recently realized that this will be impossible.

We already have a small personal group of around two hundred experienced fighters, but that’s not enough. We’d like the support of the royal family as well."

"Hm..." The prince scratched his chin thoughtfully.

"I can help you. In fact, I’d be delighted to help you. I’ll offer you a hundred good men and my word to my father, but the cost won’t be cheap."

"Oh... Of course we’re aware of the cost-" Young Master Yang’s words suddenly stopped.

Both he and the prince froze as a powerful Qi spread through the room.

"Is that... a sound suppression talisman?" The young master’s eyes widened as a figure appeared beside him.

The figure didn’t even used a sword, it just grabbed Young Master Yang’s throat and squeezed it until his neck was crushed into a bloody mess.

"UH? Who the hell are you? Guards! GUARDS!" The crown prince shouted, running towards the door of the room.

Qingyi just waved his palm, a thread of sword Qi flowing towards the prince’s legs, who fell onto his chopped knees, the room filled with painful screams.

"Don’t bother screaming, no one will hear you." Qingyi revealed his smiling face, filled with murderous intent.

"You... you damned brat! Who do you think you are? My father will-" The prince’s words were interrupted by Qingyi’s boots invading his mouth and knocking out some of his teeth.

"Ugh... you bastard, it won’t stay that way!" The crown prince coughed up large gulps of blood, trying to release his foundation realm aura.

"You know, I may sound hypocritical when I say this, but laying eyes on another man’s wife, on my wife, is a crime I consider unforgivable." Qingyi stomped on the prince’s head, his face brimming with contempt.

"Fuck you! The guards will be here any minute, they’ll kill you and that bitch!" The prince cursed, but all he managed to do was widen the smile on Qingyi’s face even more.

"They’ll come, but I won’t be here anymore, fortunately." Qingyi forced his foot on the old prince’s skull.

The prince’s desperate cries were silenced by the sound of his skull cracking and his brain being crushed.

With a satisfied sigh, Qingyi grabbed the prince’s space ring.

Luckily, there was no protection formation, although there were detection formations. He only took the pill made by Feiyan before leaving.

That pill was of no use to him, but it would help to confuse the investigations into the prince.

It was already known that he had problems with the old man. Stealing the pill could erase the chances of a revenge crime and establish robbery as the most likely.

Landing softly outside the royal palace, he quickly returned to the luxurious hotel suite, where his two beauties were still sleeping peacefully.

Carefully, he returned to their embrace, a proud smile on his face.

In the morning, the capital was completely engulfed in chaos, the news of the death of the crown prince and a young master from a minor noble family spreading like wildfire.

It wasn’t long before Qingyi heard loud knocks on his door, but he wasn’t worried.