The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 405 - 395 Random Burning

Zhao Feng’s words were merely an attempt to disguise his astonishment, but he immediately realized that the underground city built over countless generations by the Royal Family wouldn’t be so easily destroyed.

Not to mention that not many people were aware of it, and even if they were, what could they do?

Indeed, Zhao Jing smiled confidently, "The only way to break the Formation is to destroy the ninety-nine Panlong Pillars. To reach these pillars, one must pass through the Heavenly Prison below, and no one possesses such ability."

"Moreover, each of the ninety-nine Panlong Pillars is enshrined with the ancestral ashes of the Royal Family, consecrated generation after generation by the power of Dragon Veins and Resentful Spirits. Should anyone disturb their peaceful rest, there is only death waiting for them."

Hearing this, Zhao Feng was not surprised. Of course, the Royal Family would have many contingencies in place for something so critical. Breaking the Formation was not something within human capability. Instead of dwelling on that, he should consider his next move.

Zhao Feng’s emotions began to entangle.

He was wholeheartedly loyal to the Imperial Court; as an Acolyte, he might not be outstanding, but he had lived up to the Royal Family’s cultivation.

For years, he had never questioned his loyalty. Yet now, upon hearing the deeds of the Royal Family, he felt a vague premonition.

The law of cause and effect, karma never errs; the sins of the Imperial Court would one day have to be repaid.

So what should he do next?

"Uncle Feng, now that you know these things, you must have the confidence to deal with Lin Yu, right?"

Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Feng with a meaningful gaze, which frightened Zhao Feng; he didn’t know whether Zhao Jing had any tricks up his sleeve or if showing even the slightest fear would result in his death.

On the surface, Zhao Jing only had one Enlightened Realm supporter, but the Royal Family had a propensity for secrecy; it was uncertain whom he may have won over in secret.

"Since Your Highness is so confident, your servant will obey," Zhao Feng said.

Zhao Feng chose to compromise.

First, he’d act like a reed swayed by the wind and see. If the Formation could indeed capture Lin Yu, perhaps he could seize her Divine Artifact.

Though Divine Artifacts were meant for the destined, as long as one could hold it in their grasp, they could always find the destined one.

Converting it for benefits at that time would surely be profitable!

Another group ambushed at the Heavenly Prison, Zhao Guang, received a critical message at the right moment.

Zhao Lingyu was truly about to make a move, and unbeknownst to them, Lin Yu and Fang Yu had arrived.

But Lin Yun was nowhere to be found.

The message was very detailed, including Lin Yu’s Cultivation Level.

Zhao Guang started to feel conflicted. He thought he was waiting for easy prey, but it turned out he had been waiting for a tiger.

Zhao Guang made a decision on the spot.

"Let’s back off for now and let our ’dear eldest brother’ take the front."

Other princes also sensed the abnormality, but the cunning ones didn’t dive into the muddy waters.

The matter of the Heavenly Prison wasn’t a guaranteed achievement, but mishandling it would definitely lead to blame.

Instead of taking risks, they preferred to feign ignorance of the likelihood that someone was luring the tiger away from the mountain to raid the Heavenly Prison. They simply acted dumb and went to the Imperial Palace to check on the possibly startled Emperor, to make a show of their presence and demonstrate filial piety.

The position of Emperor was not only achievable through personal ability but also depended on the incumbent Emperor’s favor.

There was a taboo topic in the palace concerning the late Emperor and the current one.

The late Emperor had a very talented son named Zhao Ze who, at a young age, had shown exceptional talent in both governance and cultivation. Many in the Imperial Court and the Cultivator community admired Zhao Ze’s ability.

However, the good times didn’t last long; Zhao Ze was executed for rebellion, and no one knew where he was buried.

There were rumors that Zhao Ze never rebelled and was completely framed. But the reason he was easily killed was that the late Emperor also feared Zhao Ze and preferred to eliminate him to support the more submissive Zhao Hao.

So being a prince was a complicated profession.

If you were too outstanding, you would become a target; the Emperor would become suspicious, and your brothers envious.

If not outstanding, then spurned by the Emperor, you could hardly compete with other rivals.

In short, it was extremely difficult.

Rumors claimed that it was the current Emperor who secretly plotted against Zhao Ze, but without evidence, such things were speculative and anyone could spread rumors.

Many princes weren’t even born when these events occurred, but many of them took note of this particular history.

It seemed that someone was deliberately spreading the truth. Alas, the princes didn’t care what the truth was; they learned one lesson: never confront the Emperor head-on.

The few princes who went to make their presence felt before Zhao Hao had no idea they had already been abandoned by him.

"What a bunch of incompetents, how could I have sired such fools!" Zhao Hao was extremely dissatisfied with their darkly fated fortunes.

As offspring of the Royal Family, they were naturally born into great wealth and status. To tarnish their Life Pattern to the point of black seeping through white, that required a special level of incompetence!

"Wait, no, one prince with a darkened forehead may signify his incompetence, but three princes with darkened foreheads..."

It meant someone was about to take action!

Zhao Hao felt no significant turmoil in his heart; everything was still within his expectations. Though there were minor deviations, they weren’t too far off.

He had a lot of patience, like a hunter lurking in the shadows, coldly and mercilessly observing his prey.

The real spectacle hadn’t begun yet.

"All of you go back. The Imperial Palace needs no guarding by you. But the Heavenly Prison, I’ve heard your two brothers are keeping an eye on it. Why would you come to the Imperial Palace? Are you worried about someone assassinating me, afraid you won’t hear in time who I appoint as Emperor?"

Zhao Hao harshly scolded his sons and sent them away. As if they received a signal, the princes left the Imperial Palace and hurried with their attendants towards the Heavenly Prison.

Zhao Hao watched them leave under an overcast sky, his expression growing ever more profound.

At this moment, Lin Yun was still opening the box.

The environment around him was becoming more eerie, yet Lin Yun felt nothing.

The Wraith that followed Lin Yun had seen everything.

Some ferocious Resentful Spirits were about to awaken.

"Be careful!"

The wraith didn’t know why it felt the need to warn Lin Yun, still somewhat dazed, but instinctively felt close to him and didn’t want him to get hurt.

Lin Yun turned his head and saw a handsome young man, albeit unfortunately just a spectral figure.

He was warning him to be careful?

Lin Yun increased the fire’s intensity slightly and was able to make out his surroundings.

Well, shoot, he hadn’t noticed that he was surrounded by so many resentful spirits until now.

As the golden flames illuminated them, the resentful spirits quickly retreated back into the darkness, but Lin Yun knew they hadn’t left.

"What kind of place is this!"

Seeing the ghosts made Lin Yun unexpectedly happy.

In the past, it was thanks to these resentful spirits that his Fire Seed could evolve.

Now here they were again, and it seemed these wraiths possessed both high cultivation levels and intelligence, potentially offering Lin Yun even greater benefits.

As for cultivation levels...

No matter how high the resentful spirits’ cultivation was, what use was it? With the golden flames, Lin Yun was invincible.

The thing he feared least in life was specters and the like.

It was a pity that ghosts were so rare in this world, nearly nonexistent in the wild; Lin Yun only encountered them a few times in various forbidden lands.

From the statistics, one could infer a story.

In this world, aside from forbidden lands, there shouldn’t be ghostly presences, which suggests that the mortal realm has ways of dealing with souls.

Folklore says that when people die, they go to the Netherworld.

So, could it be that the Underworld really exists in this world?

Perhaps the soul-reaping by underworld envoys was also a reality.

But these strange musings were of no importance at the moment.

Lin Yun was only aware that the living followed the path of the living, and ghosts had the path of the dead.

If these ghosts dared to scare me, then burning them was simply self-defense.

"Little Gold, let’s go!"

Lin Yun summoned Little Gold, whose golden thunderbolts dealt even more damage to ghost souls. Lin Yun wielded fire in his left hand, thunder in his right.

Secret Technique: Heavenly Thunder and Earthly Fire, activate!

The scope of this area was vast, and in order to broaden the spell’s reach, Lin Yun released a significant amount of Spiritual Power, causing all pillars to be engulfed by flames while thunder purified them. Lin Yun then saw those resentful spirits wailing painfully within the Fire Seed before turning to ash and vanishing.

The golden fire and thunder persisted for the duration of an incense stick, but Lin Yun didn’t lack Spiritual Power, and Little Gold, afraid to go home where Qing Nu was and therefore scared, decided to play outside a little longer.

Both Lin Yun and Little Gold were unaware of the true strength of these resentful spirits; they were merely playing.

Under the dual effects of Heavenly Thunder and flames, the cremation urns Lin Yun had placed on the ground had turned to ash. Ash to ash, such a hard fate.

Lin Yun silently mourned for them for three seconds before joyfully inspecting his Fire Lotus Flower.

Now, the lotus had fifteen petals.

Lin Yun was not always slaying demons and eradicating evil, yet the number of petals naturally increased.

"No idea when it will grow to twenty," he wondered. Perhaps reaching twenty petals would bring forth new Divine Skills; Lin Yun was quite looking forward to it.

But now was not the time to study it further; all the resentful spirits had been burned, except for one, the one who had warned him to be careful.

That one was a ghost too, but since it had spoken up, it must be an ally.

Lin Yun looked towards it, somehow feeling a sense of familiarity.

Lately, he must have contracted some illness because everyone seemed familiar to him.

"Thanks for the warning. All is well now. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

Lin Yun wanted to leave this place.

He had promised Zhao Lingyu that he would return that evening.

He had made the same promise to Jiang Chenyu.

But so much time had passed; by now, daylight had probably broken.

Without any news from him, Jiang Chenyu must be terribly worried, and Zhao Lingyu would likely be panicking.

After all, Lin Yun was the main force in their prison-breaking plan; with the main force absent, the supporters were naturally lost.

So, if possible, Lin Yun wanted to leave this place as soon as he could.

At least to meet up with the little Princess first.

Originally, Lin Yun was going to assassinate Zhao Hao because he had heard that Consort Shu intended to harm Zhao Lingyu.

He had thought of quickly dealing with Zhao Hao and then Consort Shu, but now that he was trapped, he didn’t know if Zhao Lingyu had fallen for it.

Lin Yun hoped this communicative ghost soul could lead him out of here.

However, upon hearing Lin Yun’s words, the ghost soul fell into deep contemplation.

"Who am I, why am I here, where am I supposed to go?"

Great, the big three philosophical questions?

Lin Yun inwardly sneered, then noticed a glint of recognition in the ghost soul’s eyes as he excitedly exclaimed, "I remember now, my name is Zhao Ze..."