Chapter 511 - 313: Emperor Yan’s Hidden Legacy (Part 4)

The leading soldier nodded, "If it’s not enough, just say so. King Shuo will never let anyone go hungry."

"Thank you, King Shuo, thank you, King Shuo."

The soldiers left, and Old Shi carried three bags of grain back to the house.

"King Shuo really loves his people like they were his own children," Old Shi sighed.

"Indeed..." The silver-haired elder nodded in agreement.

From the expressions of the two elders, it was clear that the King of North Snow was much beloved by the populace.

"Young Hoong Jun, eat quickly, and go to sleep earlier."

"Alright."

Late at night.

Chu Ming lay on a clean bed, and there was a separate stove by the bedside, placed there by Old Shi specially, fearing he would get cold.

The wind and snow howled, the night passed in silence.

At dawn, Chu Ming gazed deeply at the eastern house, as if his eyes could penetrate through walls.

Moments later, he withdrew the eerie glow, turned his hand to take out a few aged treasure medicines, and then vanished.

Not long after he left, whispers were heard in the eastern house of the courtyard.

"Gone?"

"Gone."

"This kid’s concealing technique is somewhat mysterious."

"Indeed mysterious, it almost fooled me."

After these words, there was a brief silence in the room.

Then.

"The child has been searching in the mountains for two days, probably for the Yan Dynasty relics."

"There are a few decent things inside."

"Should we give him some hints?"

"No need, we cannot intervene. If he manages to find the relics, he should discover the ’Nine Heavens Guide’ we left."

"True."

"..."

...

Above the three thousand miles of Yan Mountain, Chu Ming stood mid-air, his brows slightly furrowed, looking down below.

[Sword Gourd Spirit] spread out, continuing the investigation.

Two hours passed, Chu Ming paused on a tall tree to recover.

"Hm?"

Suddenly, his gaze focused slightly, looking towards the southeast.

[Sword Gourd Spirit] detected a team of soldiers wearing ice-colored armor.

Soon, several more teams entered the detection range.

[Sword Gourd Spirit] covered the area, and surprisingly, no less than a thousand people were patrolling the mountains to the southeast.

Just as Chu Ming wanted to probe further, three particularly strong presences suddenly entered the detection range.

"One at Late Stage Bone Marrow Cleansing Realm, one at Middle Stage, and one at Early Stage!"

Three strong Bone Marrow Cleansing experts!

"Big brother, we couldn’t discover any traces. I reckon the Yan Dynasty remnants don’t dare to set foot."

"Still nothing?" one person pondered, "Third brother, continue the search with your team. Second brother, you will come with me to keep watch at the Yan Imperial Mausoleum."

"Alright."

Yan Dynasty remnants?

Chu Ming’s heart stirred slightly, thinking of someone.

Back at the Black Wind Stronghold, who called himself the Prince of Yan, sacrificed both arms to escape, Yan Huan.

The Yan Hanling in his hands was obtained from him; perhaps he still possesses another Yan Hanling, and took advantage of the King of North Snow’s departure to Qin Capital to sneak into the Yan Imperial Mausoleum for treasures.

With this thought, Chu Ming flew to the top of the clouds, following the eldest and the second brother.

The entrance to the Yan Dynasty relics is likely still at the Yan Imperial Mausoleum.

...

Outside Yan Mountain, beneath lies Rock Concealment Village.

Three people entered the village silently, one without arms, the other two looking sinister.

In an empty house on the southern edge of the village, the three went directly inside.

Without speaking, they sat quietly.

After a long time, the person without arms flashed a look outside the house.

"They’re here."

With these words, the other two immediately took a defensive stance.

Before long.

Knock, knock, knock—

The door was knocked, two people wearing raincoats and conical hats stood at the door, covered in snow.

Squeak...

The door opened, Yan Huan looked at the two, his brows furrowed tightly, "Where is Ming Yu?"

One person outside raised his conical hat slightly, revealing eyes gleaming with an unusual color, "The Nether God Envoy entrusted us to assist Brother Yan."

Yan Huan’s face turned icy, taking out the Mirror Flower Water Moon, about to question Ming Yu.

"Is Brother Yan doubting our abilities?" the other pointed out to the [Void].

Swoosh!

In an instant, all the falling snow outside froze and transformed into icy needles.

Yan Huan’s pupils slightly contracted.

"Please come in, gentlemen."

Making room, he welcomed the two inside.

"Let’s introduce ourselves," Yan Huan pointed to the two sinister people on his side, "Yan Wood, Yan Qing."

The two sinister individuals also bore the surname Yan.

"Black Ash."

"Ice Bone."

The five considered themselves acquainted.

"Brother Ming Yu should have informed you of the plans, right?" Yan Huan asked.

Black Ash removed his conical hat, sat cross-legged, and replied, "Certainly mentioned."

"When do we set off?" Ice Bone followed with a question.

"The North Snow Army is patrolling tightly, let’s wait until nightfall."

"Okay."

"..."

In the yard on the other side of the village, two elders sat in the room.

"It’s Yan Huan of the Yan Dynasty lineage," Old Shi sipped his milky white tea.