Reborn Divine Doctor: The Abandoned Girl's Legend-Chapter 771 - 638: Retribution Comes from Walking Too Many Dark Paths
Not long after the royal procession of Prince Feng had left to welcome his bride, the spectators on the streets also dispersed.
The red firecracker scraps littered the ground, rendering the street particularly desolate.
Clip-clop, clip-clop—
A sudden burst of horse hooves followed, and a carriage charged into Emperor City from the city gates, racing towards the Imperial Palace, seemingly in great hurry.
Seated in front of the carriage was a big and burly man, tightly hugging a large saber without so much as a glance to the sides.
Anyone who had lived in Emperor City for a few years had heard of this burly man’s name. He was the Sword Slave, originally a house slave of the Feng Residence, always following the Family Head Feng Xun.
Wherever Feng Xun was, the Sword Slave was sure to appear.
His presence implied that inside the carriage sat none other than the young Feng Residence Master.
As the carriage passed an alleyway, from the darkness, came the sound of clothes flapping in the wind. A soft shout was heard, and over a dozen masked guards from Kaijiang Prince Manor, swift as lightning, surrounded the Sword Slave.
As the dozen guards appeared, a person emerged from the shadowed alley—
A stunningly beautiful woman with cold and stern features, most peculiar of all, holding a silly and fat black-haired sow, which she tenderly stroked even as it drooled.
The woman was also murmuring to herself.
"Pian Ran, my child, Feng Xun has come. Rest assured, mother will fulfill your wish today."
Sword Slave, with the saber across his chest, stared coldly at Elder Ying, casting surprised glances at the "crazy" woman.
"Feng Xun, I know you’re inside that carriage. I am Xue Pianran’s mother, Ying Shuiji of Yaochi Immortal Pavilion. You are responsible for my Pianran ending up like this; I demand you atone for this for the rest of your life."
Elder Ying’s gaze was ice-cold as she fixed her eyes on the carriage.
From the carriage emanated a magnetic voice.
"Ying Shuiji of Yaochi Immortal Pavilion? Elder Ying, you should be aware of what day it is today. Even if there’s some grudge between us, it won’t be too late to settle it later."
"I’m well aware of today’s significance. Today is the auspicious day of your father, Prince Feng Lan. I chose this day specifically so you and your father could marry on the same day—a double celebration indeed." Elder Ying smirked ominously.
"Marry? What do you mean, Elder Ying?" the person in the carriage asked, puzzled.
"It means marrying my son Pian Ran. Ye Lingyue caused my daughter to be trapped in this sow’s body, and I will make her deeply regret it," Elder Ying said with hatred.
Sword Slave and the person in the carriage now understood—so Xue Pianran actually... what Ye Lingyue claimed to be something important turned out to be...
The corners of their mouths twitched sharply.
Especially the one in the carriage, who had always considered himself tough, only realized after witnessing Ye Lingyue’s way of dealing with Xue Pianran, that there’s always someone out there who’s better.
"Well, ’a double celebration’, let’s see what kind of ’celebration’ Elder Ying has in store for us." The person in the carriage, far from panic, sounded even more teasing after hearing this.
Before the voice from the carriage died down, Sword Slave had already made his move.
The gigantic saber, forged from Nirvana Iron, cleaved through the air; Sword Slave with the blade charged towards those dozen guards.
The saber’s shadow danced wildly, like snowflakes in flight.
Seeing that Sword Slave was now surrounded, Elder Ying didn’t rush to act, her gaze steadied on the carriage.
The carriage was still spinning in place; Elder Ying’s objective today was to capture Feng Xun alive and take him back for the wedding; naturally, she did not want to harm him.
Elder Ying waved her hand, and in her palm appeared the Golden Chalice Nirvana Platform. The Nirvana Platform resonated loudly and transformed into a radiant beam of light, crashing straight towards the carriage.
The frail carriage could not withstand the collision of a Heavenly-grade Spiritual Treasure.
With a muffled bang, the carriage shattered into pieces.
"Ye Lingyue, you harmed my daughter, I want you to atone for this with your life." Elder Ying’s gaze was fierce, and the corners of her mouth curled up as she witnessed the explosion of the carriage.
But at that moment, Elder Ying’s pupils contracted sharply.
She saw a figure swiftly emerging from the wreckage of the carriage.
That figure was surrounded by a terrifying Primordial Power.
A man stood suspended in the air.
"Tsk tsk, people from Yaochi Immortal Pavilion, resorting to such a despicable ambush."
He was a handsome young man, but he was decidedly not Feng Xun.
"Who are you, and why are you in Feng Xun’s carriage? Where is Feng Xun?" Elder Ying stared at the newcomer with hatred tingling in her teeth.
"I am Feng Xun’s good brother, Yan Jiu. Feng Xun had anticipated that some annoying nobodies might cause trouble on the way, so he asked me to clean up here. As for his whereabouts, naturally he’s gone to the Imperial Palace for a family reunion," Yan Jiu chuckled nonchalantly.
At this moment, several screams were heard as many of the Prince Manor guards under Elder Ying were slaughtered.
The once-empty street suddenly filled with emissaries clad in attire of the Underworld Yama Palace.
Their arrival was uncanny, without a sound.
By the time Elder Ying noticed, they were already surrounded by these envoys from the Underworld Yama Palace.
"You’re from the Underworld Yama Palace!" For the first time, a look of panic crossed the usually arrogant Elder Ying’s face. "How much did Feng Xun pay you? Whatever he offered, the Yaochi Immortal Pavilion can afford as well. If you help me capture Feng Xun, I can give you double the reward."
Elder Ying firmly believed that Feng Xun, having been expelled from the Feng Residence, couldn’t possibly offer a high price.
"Haha." Yan Jiu laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Brothers, did you hear that? This woman says she wants to buy Feng San’s life. Let me tell you, you can’t afford his life! Kill!" A hint of seductive cruelty flashed across Yan Jiu’s eyes.
The Primordial Power within him whirred wildly.
The powerful Power of Reincarnation surged like mountains crumbling and earth splitting, shooting straight into the sky.
At the same time, a carriage bearing procurement for the Imperial Palace slowly entered the festive palace.
At this moment, the entire Imperial Palace was bustling, and no one paid attention to the unassuming carriage, nor did they know that atop it sat Princess Qingfeng, who had left the Imperial Palace for over a decade.
From the carriage emerged a face, undoubtedly that of Ye Lingyue.
The sky was somewhat overcast, with grey clouds pressing down, making it stifling, as though some major event was imminent.
"The wedding will take place at Heming Palace around noon. Right now, the Empress should be entering the main hall, preparing to proceed with the ceremony with Prince Feng," Ye Lingyue said, dressed as a palace maid, her radiance purposefully restrained, making her appear ordinary.
She licked her dry lips and glanced once more at Princess Qingfeng, who wore a bamboo hat.
Despite the day’s events being meticulously planned by herself and Die Mei, she felt a sense of unease.
At that moment, a halt was suddenly called from behind the carriage.
"Halt, the carriage ahead, stop immediately!"
Hearing the call to stop, both Ye Lingyue and Princess Qingfeng stiffened.
