My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

"The Scarlet Flame Sect has been wreaking havoc in the Forbidden Mountain Range for many years. Today, we have already eliminated two major evildoers, presenting a prime opportunity to eradicate them completely," Ling Xuzi remarked.

"However, within the Scarlet Flame Sect, there is still a Grand Elder, accompanied by three thousand Dao soldiers cultivated through esoteric methods. Their overall combat strength rivals that of a mid-stage Saint, a force not to be underestimated," he continued.

"Please allow me three days, esteemed elder. I have already issued orders for the Star Picking Pavilion to prepare for battle," Ling Xuzi added.

"In three days' time, we will surely take down the Scarlet Flame Sect and obtain the energy crystal within their gate to bid farewell to the esteemed elder," he concluded.

After the conversation, Ling Xuzi gained insight into Gu Lan's intentions and became even more respectful towards him.

Upon witnessing Gu Lan accepting the VIP card with an unchanged expression, Ling Xuzi grew increasingly certain of his extraordinary background.

A Confucian cultivator with such astonishing combat prowess could only have been nurtured by the most elite forces of the Immortal Realm or even hailed from powerful factions that have undergone trials in the Immortal Realm.

Such an individual must be befriended.

"This matter is simple," Gu Lan said thoughtfully. "The troubles left behind by the Scarlet Flame Sect revolve around the vendetta of the Crimson Flame Immortal King. It arose because of us, so we should handle it."

"I also have another matter to request assistance from Lord Ling Xuzi," Gu Lan continued. "Does the Star Picking Pavilion happen to know the whereabouts of the Spirit Gathering Immortal Valley?"

Unaware of Ling Xuzi's ulterior motives, Gu Lan remained indifferent. However, dealing with the Scarlet Flame Sect would be expedient, saving time. Additionally, dispatching Chen Feng to take the lead would serve to fulfill destiny.

As for the Spirit Gathering Immortal Valley, it was a mysterious forbidden place Gu Lan learned about through Soul Searching, resembling a certain location described in the "Records of the Six Realms."

Rumor had it that this place housed a spiritual plant called the Spirit Gathering Divine Grass, capable of dispelling heavenly retribution.

This discovery revived Gu Lan's hope for Master Yunlong's revival and naturally, he couldn't let it slip away.

"It's up to you to decide, esteemed elder," Ling Xuzi replied with reverence.

"As for the Spirit Gathering Immortal Valley... Ha, it's quite coincidental. I recall seeing mention of it in an ancient tome at the Star Picking Pavilion, albeit without specific coordinates."

"The exact location of such mystical realms may lie within fragmented spaces, miniature worlds, or even undergo constant shifts," he elaborated.

"To accurately determine the whereabouts of the Spirit Gathering Immortal Valley, it will take me a few days."

Upon hearing about the Spirit Gathering Immortal Valley, Ling Xuzi became more convinced that his speculation was correct.

Only top-tier powers would covet such forbidden territories. Ordinary individuals encountering such enigmatic places might not seek fortunes; their greatest fortune could be merely surviving the encounter.

"Very well," Gu Lan nodded. "If you can locate the Spirit Gathering Immortal Valley, that would be excellent. If not, we won't force it. Meanwhile, we'll confront the three thousand Dao soldiers of the Scarlet Flame Sect."

The workings of fate were beyond coercion, Gu Lan understood. Had he not stumbled upon the news of the Spirit Gathering Immortal Valley nearby, he wouldn't have known where to begin seeking Master Yunlong's last chance at life. But now that he did, it indicated that Master Yunlong's destiny was not yet exhausted.

Those who seek to pry into the mysteries of fate are bound by the laws of the heavens. No need to force matters; simply do what needs to be done and let nature take its course.

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Flame Sect

On the martial arts field, the Grand Elder of the Flame Sect, with fiery red hair and eyebrows, clad in robes ablaze, stood imposingly.

Behind him, three thousand Dao soldiers formed ranks, resembling a wall of flames.

These soldiers, crafted through esoteric methods, were no longer human but mere humanoid puppets, obedient to his sole command.

The Grand Elder's fiery gaze fixated on two figures outside the martial arts arena.

One wielded a shield in his left hand and tongs in his right, adorned in dark armor, his eyes blazing like the sun.

Despite his formidable aura, his cultivation was unexpectedly only at the mid-stage of King, surprising those present.

The other, holding a jade fan, exuded youth and grace, with an aura of cultivation that defied scrutiny, arousing wariness.

They were none other than Chen Feng and Gu Lan.

"Are you the culprit who killed my disciple, Crimson Flame?" the Grand Elder demanded. "And outside the Star Picking Pavilion, was it also you who killed Hu San and the others?"

The Grand Elder's gaze burned with intensity, firmly fixed on Gu Lan. At the moment of Crimson Flame's death, he had already discerned the truth.

Combined with the rumors from the Star Picking Pavilion and the current situation, he was convinced that Gu Lan was the culprit.

"Since you already have the answer in your heart, why ask again?" Gu Lan replied, shaking his jade fan, smiling but saying no more.

"This old man has too many questions," he thought to himself. "Esteemed elder, I am willing to charge ahead for you!" Chen Feng stepped forward.

At this moment, facing the myriad soldiers and horses, he felt a surge of heroic spirit, a fierce desire for battle swelling within him! Behind him, Gu Lan nodded in approval.

"Charge!" With Gu Lan's permission, Chen Feng immediately rushed forward.

The Grand Elder of the Flame Sect's expression instantly turned grave. But for a mere cultivator at the mid-stage of King to dare confront him and the three thousand Dao soldiers head-on, what courage was this? Who gave him such audacity?!

The Grand Elder's gaze slowly shifted to the figure in azure robes.

"Formation!"

"Flame Sky!"

The Grand Elder dared not underestimate his opponent, immediately deploying the strongest defensive formation of the three thousand Dao soldiers, intending to test Chen Feng's true strength.

The qi of the three thousand Dao soldiers circulated, transforming into a giant wall of flames.

Before the wall of flames, Chen Feng remained undaunted.

"The artifact bestowed upon me by the esteemed elder is indeed useful... Take this!" With a loud shout, he swung the giant tongs in his hand fiercely against the wall of flames.

Pop! A clear sound rang out, and ripples appeared on the wall of flames.

Cough! Chen Feng suffered from the backlash of power, flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Upon witnessing this, the three thousand Dao soldiers were all stunned.

Is this... is this guy here to joke around?

"Fight again!" Before they could regain their senses, Chen Feng immediately got up after falling down and charged back into the fray.

Then, he was thrown back again.

Time and time again, he was thrown back, and time and time again, he got up.@@novelbin@@

Chen Feng had never succeeded in his attacks, but he had never given up attacking either.

The three thousand Dao soldiers were all dumbfounded!

The Grand Elder of the Flame Sect's face went from red to black as he looked towards Gu Lan.

"If you wish to take action, you could have done so yourself... Is this how you humiliate my Flame Sect?" he demanded, despair flickering in his eyes.

Gu Lan remained indifferent to his words.

"You have watched Destiny Boy being beaten, Destiny +10000, +10000..." How could brushing Destiny be considered humiliation? I have always respected the deceased...

"Change formation!"

"Vermilion Bird!"

"Attack!"

The Grand Elder of the Flame Sect was completely infuriated, no longer ordering the Dao soldiers to defend but initiating an attack instead.

Each of the three thousand Dao soldiers wielded a long spear, their qi converging into the form of the Vermilion Bird, completely ignoring Chen Feng, who was still charging, and aiming for Gu Lan's position.

Terrifying flames swept through, and even if it was just grazed by the aftermath, Chen Feng was blasted away.

The Vermilion Bird descended.

As the heatwave approached, it stirred Gu Lan's shoulder-length hair and fluttered his robes.

"Is this what they call a Vermilion Bird?" Gu Lan chuckled lightly, closing his jade fan gently.

As the fiery Vermilion Bird approached within inches of him, he used the fan as a sword and lightly tapped.

A strand of sword light slashed out from the void!

The entire scene froze in vivid silence.

The azure sword light pierced through the heavens and the earth!

When the sword light landed on the head of the Vermilion Bird, it instantly expanded, turning into an unparalleled azure sword qi.

Squeak! The Vermilion Bird let out a final mournful cry before slowly dissipating.

The azure sword qi didn't stop there. After piercing through the Vermilion Bird, it further transformed into a phantom of an azure dragon, accompanied by the sound of dragon roars echoing.

"How is this possible?"

"He clearly only has the cultivation of an early-stage Saint, how could he produce such terrifying sword light? Could he be an inheritor of the ancient sword dao from the Immortal Realm, here for training?"

"Then why the hell did he provoke us!?"

"Damn, swordsman!"

Despair suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Grand Elder of the Flame Sect.

"Change formation!"

"Flame..."

Before he could finish his words, the azure dragon sword qi had already swept across the entire martial arts field.

The three thousand Dao soldiers and the Grand Elder were instantly annihilated, torn apart by the sword qi, leaving nothing but dust and debris!

In no time, the martial arts field was leveled by the azure dragon sword qi.

As the dust settled, Chen Feng ran back, wiping his eyes, only to witness this scene again.

"Oh my god, esteemed elder!" He exclaimed.

"I want to learn this!"

"I want to practice swordsmanship! I also want to become a sword god!"

"If I can cultivate the elder's divine technique, we can go on a chaotic slaughter in the Six Realms. The elder will be responsible for the chaos, and I will be responsible for the slaughter!"

"..."