As for those few City Enforcers who died—to them, it was nothing but a trivial matter, hardly worth mentioning! It wouldn't be surprising if the entire City Enforcer organization were wiped out on a whim someday…

These City Enforcers were essentially just local thugs and riffraff; if they died, they died. There was no greater significance to it…

Wang Neng and Li Jie exchanged a glance, and both understood immediately. It turned out Zhan Yushu’s true target was that Mo Junye, not the two of them. They were just unluckily caught as pawns to instigate conflict…

The reason he took such a circuitous route was simply to have a justifiable pretext, making it even harder for Mo Junye to maneuver out of the situation…

However, the two were not worried at all; on the contrary, they felt a sense of relief.

As long as they could ultimately extricate themselves, who cared about that Mo Junye? It would suit them perfectly if Zhan Yushu thrashed him to death… that would eliminate their greatest thorn in the side…

That bumpkin should just die sooner rather than later…

So, the two cooperated exceptionally well, following Zhan Yushu’s men toward the Fragrant-Drifting Pavilion, resolved to see this play through to the end. As for what Cao Guofeng might think about this matter, there was no issue…

Mo Junye had indeed given the order just now. Since people died, the cause naturally stemmed from him—this wasn’t fabricating anything; it was solid fact…

Zhan Yushu’s brows furrowed slightly, his eyes narrowing as he muttered, “Mo Junye… Demon Monarch, eh? This Young Master Mo has certainly taken a rather interesting name! This Young Master shall see just how much of a ‘Demon Monarch’ this Mo Junye is. If you don’t show up, fine. But if you do come… this Young Master will let you know the might of Zhan Yushu! I guarantee you won’t forget it in this lifetime! What Ethereal Constitution, humph…”

With a turn, he strode away; his departure was exceedingly relaxed and dashing.

As for Young Master Jun, he was already on another path; he had no interest in meddling with matters here. Having successfully manufactured trouble for those two, Young Master Jun slipped away immediately…

As for those City Enforcers who had suddenly collapsed dead earlier, they were naturally all killed by Young Master Jun’s covert actions.

He was perfectly aware that Wang Neng and Li Jie would never directly follow his order to kill people. After all, this was on the main street; killing City Enforcers in public carried severe consequences…

In truth, regardless of the severity of the consequences, Wang and Li would never willingly execute his command without reservation…

But Jun Moxie simply disliked these people! And it wasn’t just those wretched City Enforcers; it included Wang Neng and Li Jie as well. Thus, when Wang and Li struck, Young Master Jun secretly channeled his own spiritual energy, driving it sharply into the wounds left just after the pair struck, shattering the heart meridians of every fallen City Enforcer! Given Young Master Jun’s current accomplishments, let alone those City Enforcers of meager strength, even Wang and Li would have had no way to survive!

Unbeknownst to anyone!

Such human parasites, like rogue bullies—why keep them around? Even if they had contributed to the security of the Phantom Manor, given their behavior, death was too light a sentence!

Towards people like this, whether in his previous life or his current one, Jun Moxie had never been soft-hearted!

But this time, the killing left him quite unsatisfied.

It lacked excitement…

Having rid himself of two sycophants he disliked, Jun Moxie felt fantastic, to the point of feeling utterly blissful. He wandered around, looking at this and that, but his spiritual sense was already preceding him, spreading out finely and densely, carefully observing in which direction the spiritual energy was richer, where the spiritual fluctuations were greater, and which direction harbored any true masters…

Probing like this, Jun Moxie couldn't help but be astonished. Within Heart Phantom City, the area from which he had just emerged actually possessed the densest spiritual energy; yet, within the city, there were countless streams of powerful divine consciousness clashing and surging through the void…

Though they drifted separately, they clearly emanated from every direction, enveloping the entire Heart Phantom City…

But this was logical. How could the dwelling place of a Saint Emperor not be a critical location? How could the core positions of power and influence of the Ethereal Phantom Manor lack formidable guardians? This was the principle of one being two, and two being one!

Jun Moxie secretly admired it. Truly worthy of the legendary Ethereal Phantom Manor; the density of top-tier experts here was more than a hundred times higher than in the outside world… If such power were concentrated against an external foe, even the Nine Nether Fourteenth Young Master, fully recovered to peak condition, might not gain much advantage here.

No wonder that fellow never directly stormed the Phantom Manor, only entrusting Jun Moxie with stealing his personal weapon. It turned out he had reservations…

As Young Master Jun was deep in thought, he suddenly felt an unusually powerful divine sense heading his way. In an instant, it was near, accompanied by an influx of rich, elegant fragrance. Beneath the delicacy, there was also a chilling scent, approaching quietly, as if someone was using their formidable divine sense to firmly lock onto his position.

Jun Moxie snorted inwardly. While this divine sense was certainly powerful by ordinary standards, it was not yet significant enough to catch Young Master Jun’s attention. However, his current focus was on finding the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree, and it was best to avoid these minor disturbances, especially such inexplicable ones, as he had no interest or mood for them.

Jun Moxie turned to leave.

As he turned his head, he saw a young girl with bright, clear eyes, dressed in a bright yellow gown, approaching and stopping before him. Her black and white eyes regarded him with curiosity, and she asked in a crisp voice, “May I ask if you are Young Master Mo Junye, the inheritor of Saint Emperor Cao Guofeng?”

This little girl was fair-skinned and tender, not tall but very well-proportioned. Two small dimples faintly appeared on her cheeks, and her bright eyes seemed capable of speech. She looked about fifteen or sixteen, her hair styled in twin buns, her head tilted slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Jun Moxie paused and asked gently, “Young Lady, may I know who you are?”

Young Master Jun was like a stubborn donkey; he yielded to courtesy but not to force. He disliked being treated with deference the most. A measure of respect shown to him would certainly be returned, if not more!

“You are indeed Young Master Mo,” the humble maidserved bowed respectfully.”

The little girl said this while curtsying gracefully, then smiled shyly, “Young Master Mo, my mistress requests a meeting with you. What do you think? Could you possibly spare a moment and grace us with your presence?”

As she spoke, she pointed a small hand to the side, looking up expectantly, “My mistress is waiting for your esteemed self right over there.”

Jun Moxie rubbed his nose and smiled wryly, “What an impressive young girl. You’ve cornered me so that I can’t refuse, yet you still ask my opinion. Very well, as you suggest, I shall take a moment to meet your mistress.”

The little girl’s words were exceedingly polite, so there was no issue with that. But the problem was that after she pointed casually, Jun Moxie completely lost any reason to refuse. Because the mistress was already standing there watching him…

If he didn’t go, he would surely offend her!

As a newcomer, the fact that they could recognize him meant they must have significant background, likely direct descendants of the Phantom Manor’s high-ranking officials… In fact, Jun Moxie could judge from the girl’s attire alone that her mistress was very likely Miao Xiaomiao, the Phantom Manor Palace Master’s most beloved granddaughter—the ‘Third Unoffendable’ person in the Manor…

Jun Moxie spread his hands helplessly. Seeing his comical expression, the little girl couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

“Little girl, what is your name?” Jun Moxie asked as they walked.

“Shameful! Young Master, you aren't likely many years older than this humble maid, yet you call me little girl.”

The little girl made a funny face, waggling her cheek, “My name is Little Sprout, hee hee. That’s the name my mistress gave me.”

“Little Sprout,” Jun Moxie paused, examining her closely, and praised, “That is indeed a very interesting name. Looking at your attire, you are not just a little sprout, but a little yellow bean sprout…”

“Young Master jokes…”

Little Sprout blushed slightly, swayed her small waist in mock protest, and led Jun Moxie toward the left.

“Gu Feiyu, what do you make of this person?”

On a nearby restaurant balcony, a delicate young woman sat alone at the table with the best view by the window. She lightly supported her rounded chin with her jade-like hand, her eyes, like autumn water, holding a thoughtful expression. She asked softly.

This young woman was veiled, clad in a pale yellow dress, looking like a pearl or jade that did not belong to this mortal realm. Even amidst the bustling city, she seemed like a snow lotus standing apart from the world, untouched and pure! Untainted by worldly noise!

It was as if, even amid all the world’s filth, she could still stand tall and immaculate!

Beside her stood a young man in a green robe, the person she had addressed earlier.

This young man in green was also watching Jun Moxie, who was walking toward them. A subtle wariness and guard appeared in his eyes, laced with a faint hint of killing intent.

It was the look one gives an enemy about to steal their most precious possession.

This youth had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, possessing a handsome appearance, a tall and slender build, with long arms and a narrow waist. At a glance, he commanded admiration: truly a handsome gentleman in a chaotic world, a graceful, beautiful youth!

But the faint coldness currently etched on his brow greatly marred that beautiful impression. His eyes were long and narrow, subtly hiding a hint of wantonness. His cheeks were thin, and his cheekbones slightly prominent, lending his entire demeanor an air of sinister ruthlessness… At his waist hung a simple, sheathed long sword.

The youth’s face was full of self-confidence and arrogance, clearly holding a high status within the Phantom Manor. Yet, before the young woman, he remained standing… Perhaps he disdained to sit, or perhaps he was unwilling, or even… dared not sit.

But regardless, he did not sit; he remained standing.

Hearing the young woman’s question, he quickly smiled and replied, “What does Little Miao Sister think?”

The yellow-gowned young woman frowned slightly and replied faintly, “I am asking you.”

For more novels, visit storyread.net.