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Snowflakes danced gently, landing softly on the cold Armor. Ye Yang walked through the corridor, heading straight towards the Royal Palace Hall, while Zhang Tianhe, Wang Lie, and others cautiously observed their surroundings. Standing like a forest on the approximately two hundred-meter-long square were Soldiers, their armor gleaming. This group was the Imperial Guard of the royal city, and from their aura, it was evident that each possessed at least Earth Level Three strength, numbering around a thousand.
Clearly, King Yan was showcasing his power to the envoys from various nations. The well-equipped Yan Kingdom had been lying low in the north for many years and seemed eager to make a comeback.
...
"Why are there so many guards?"
Zhang Tianhe furrowed his brow and said, "Does King Yan intend to use force against us? Hmph, we only have five people; is it necessary for so many to be on alert?"
Zhao Yun chuckled, "Second Master, there's no need to be anxious. Let's go in and see what happens!"
"Alright!"
Soon after, they arrived at the front of the hall and stood to the side. Ye Yang looked up at the sky, then rubbed his hands together, pretending to be cold as he exhaled warm air and said, "It's so cold..."
The leading guard smiled and said, "My lord, please wait a moment; His Majesty will summon you shortly."
"Thank you!"
Moments later, a clear voice echoed from within the palace: "Summon the envoy of Qi State to meet His Majesty!"
Ye Yang's spirits lifted as he smiled and said, "Let's go in!"
"Okay!"
Just as they were about to enter, two guards rushed forward respectfully and said, "My lord, please disarm before entering the hall to meet His Majesty..."
"Disarm?"
Ye Yang raised his sword-like eyebrows and said, "Why need we disarm? Do you think your many guards are just for show, worried that we mere five can harm King Yan?"
"This..." The guards were left speechless.
At that moment, a civil official walked out of the hall. He was a thin man around fifty years old, dressed in a black robe, with a lewd expression on his face. His eyes were filled with malice, clearly not a good person. However, this man held a significant position in the Kingdom of Yan. He stepped forward and smiled, "If you gentlemen do not wish to disarm, you may enter the hall on your own! I am the current National Teacher of Yan, with the surname Si Tu and the name Wen Ruo..."
"Si Tu Wen Ruo?"
Ye Yang stepped forward, faintly sensing that although Si Tu Wen Ruo was dressed in official attire, there was a surge of **Starlight Power within him. Clearly, he was a master at the Starry Sky Level. As for how strong he was, it seemed to be around Starry Sky Level, definitely not exceeding Starry Sky Level Two. With Ye Yang's cultivation level, he could keenly feel this. Moreover, Ye Yang had lowered his own aura to the extreme, appearing as calm as an ancient well, merely projecting about Earth Level Seven of power. This created an illusion for Si Tu Wen Ruo, making him believe that this young man was merely an Earth Level Seven expert.
From the slightly disdainful smile on Si Tu Wen Ruo's lips, Ye Yang understood everything. The other party relied on his Starry Sky Level strength and had no fear of their small group entering the hall.
"Gentlemen, please follow me!"
Following Si Tu Wen Ruo into the hall, they saw civil and military officials lined up above. Looking up the steps, an elderly man sat high upon a golden throne. Although it was said that King Yan was only fifty years old, this King Yan looked like he was seventy. Neglecting his cultivation and indulging in wine and pleasure, the once capable warrior from past battles had long since faded away.
...
"You are the envoy from Qi State?" King Yan asked darkly while resting his hand on a heavy sword.
Ye Yang stood proudly at the foot of the steps and calmly replied, "Yes, I am General Fenwei of Qi State, sent by Qi Ling Wang to congratulate Your Majesty on the upcoming Sword Seizing Tournament!"
"General Fenwei?"
A strong disdain appeared on King Yan's face as he laughed, "I have heard that there has been continuous turmoil in Qi State, and that Qi Ling Wang, who was originally Prince Tian Fu, has taken the throne amidst a lack of talent in the country. To send such a minor figure as an envoy is quite amusing. It seems our neighbor in Qi State is indeed facing some difficulties."
Ye Yang smiled slightly: "Your Majesty sees clearly. Qi State is prosperous and strong; our monarch commands an army of one hundred ten thousand elite soldiers. However, Qi King is benevolent and solely seeks to benefit his subjects; he does not wish to provoke conflict. Thus, we have come to offer our congratulations!"
"Very good, very good..." When Ye Yang mentioned that Qi State commanded one hundred ten thousand troops, King Yan was evidently taken aback but then laughed: "Qi State is wise; this is indeed a blessing for both Qi State and all subjects under heaven. In these times of chaos across the world, may our Kingdom of Yan and Qi State maintain harmonious relations and forever strengthen our alliance."
Ye Yang nodded with a smile, "Of course, Qi Ling Wang sent me to deliver this Treasure as a token of goodwill..."
"A gift?" Zhang Tianhe was momentarily confused. "Zi Yu, you never mentioned bringing any gifts. What should we do?"
Ye Yang secretly cursed himself for forgetting this detail. He quickly waved his hand in the air and reluctantly produced a Fifth-Rank Longsword. This weapon was forged during Ye Yang's training in Refining Technique. Although a Fifth-Rank weapon was nothing significant for Ye Yang, it carried considerable weight as a gift.
Presenting the longsword, Ye Yang said, "This is the Purple Qi Blade, a Fifth-Rank Weapon. I hope King Yan will accept it!"
King Yan beamed with joy and laughed heartily, "Qi Ling Wang is so generous; please allow me to thank him!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
King Yan accepted the longsword and continued with a smile, "Regarding tomorrow's Sword Seizing Tournament, I wonder if the generals are interested?"
Ye Yang replied, "If we are interested, would King Yan grant us permission?"
"Haha, as long as the generals are interested, you can take the stage to seize swords at any time!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After some polite exchanges, Ye Yang and the others bid farewell to King Yan and followed the attendants to their quarters to rest.
Along the way, Zhang Tianhe expressed his dissatisfaction, "What is this? King Yan clearly looks down on us. In the end, we even lost a sword; this deal is simply too unprofitable!"
Ye Yang grinned and reassured him, "Tianhe, what do you mean by saying we made a loss? Can't you see? I gave away a sword just to improve diplomatic relations between our two countries. Right now, we urgently need to recuperate and it's not suitable for us to engage in continuous battles. The land of Yan is behind us; we must not let our backyard catch fire."
"Then what are we doing in Yan? Is it really just to watch the excitement of tomorrow's Sword Seizing Tournament?"
"No, we need to finish our business tonight!"
"Tonight?"
"Yes!"
Ye Yang smiled and said, "Hmph, that old fool King Yan actually dares to use Yan Yao and the Lingxi Sword as bargaining chips to recruit talented individuals. Tonight, I will stealthily take these chips away and see how he handles this so-called Sword Seizing Tournament tomorrow..."
Immediately, Zhang Tianhe clapped his hands and laughed, "Excellent! I told you, Zi Yu would never tolerate an old fool like King Yan. Hmph, let's make our move tonight!"
"Alright." Ye Yang nodded. "I'll go look for Yan Yao, and you investigate the whereabouts of the Lingxi Sword. Be sure to be careful."
Zhang Tianhe patted his chest confidently and laughed heartily, "Don't worry, I'll steal the sword while you steal the person. Success is guaranteed!"
Ye Yang: "..."
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