NOVEL NEXT Chapter 55 - Yue Ji, Ming Hou
Chapter 55 Yue Ji, Ming Hou
Once they arrived outside Beauty Manor, Tang Lian finally got a clear view of the situation.
Lei Wujie was already entangled in a fierce fight with a man whose hair was entirely white.
Around them, a crowd of martial artists had gathered, clearly drawn here by the golden coffin.
“This is bad—it’s White-Haired Immortal!”
As Snow Moon City’s senior disciple, Tang Lian immediately recognized Lei Wujie’s opponent as White-Haired Immortal, one of the two great guardians of Heaven Beyond Heaven.
White-Haired Immortal’s cultivation has already reached the sixth stage of the Grandmaster realm!
Tang Lian’s expression shifted drastically. He dared not let his guard down.
With a leap, he landed beside Lei Wujie, joining the fight to support him.
Meanwhile, Xiao Se, who lacked martial skills, quietly retreated to guard the golden coffin, waiting for the right moment to act.
Although Tang Lian possessed ninth-stage Grandmaster strength, it was clear he was no match for White-Haired Immortal.
In just one exchange, both Tang Lian and Lei Wujie were sent flying.
However, White-Haired Immortal had evidently held back; otherwise, neither of them would have survived.
Even so, both Tang Lian and Lei Wujie suffered severe injuries.
“Young ones, I have no desire to take your lives,” White-Haired Immortal said in a calm voice.
“Leave the golden coffin behind and depart.”
Inside the golden coffin lay Ye Anshi, the young lord of the Demon Sect. White-Haired Immortal was determined to retrieve it.
Though he belonged to the Demon Sect, White-Haired Immortal was a complex figure—neither fully righteous nor entirely villainous—and he had a reputation for not bullying the young or weak.
He was initially trying to persuade Lei Wujie peacefully, using reason and emotion. But seeing more martial artists gather, including experts from the Dark River, White-Haired Immortal decided it was simpler to use force.
“Those of the Demon Sect are the sworn enemies of all! Fellow martial artists, please aid me in this fight!”
“I, Tang Lian of Snow Moon City, will remember today’s assistance and repay it tenfold in the future!”
Tang Lian coughed up blood but quickly appealed to the so-called righteous martial artists around them.
Although they, too, had come for the golden coffin, Tang Lian would rather let them have it than allow White-Haired Immortal to claim it.
Some hesitated; others were tempted.
After all, Snow Moon City currently boasted powerful figures, including the Wine Immortal, Spear Immortal, Sword Immortal, and an eighteen-year-old prodigy in perfect harmony with the heavens and earth.
Earning the gratitude of Snow Moon City would undoubtedly be beneficial.
“Young Master Tang Lian, we shall lend you our strength today. We hope you won’t forget this favor in the future.”
A swordsman in green stepped forward, appearing upright and righteous.
“Of course, of course!” Tang Lian quickly responded, this being exactly the outcome he wanted.
The scene soon descended into chaos, with various factions fighting each other.
Seizing the opportunity, Tang Lian called for Xiao Se and Lei Wujie to carry the golden coffin and escape.
White-Haired Immortal’s face darkened, and he tried to pursue them, only to be intercepted by several Grandmaster-level experts. He had no chance to break through.
Seeing this, Tang Lian was overjoyed. Despite his severe injuries, he endured the pain and drove the carriage to leave.
However, they hadn’t gone far before their path was blocked by two figures: a man and a woman.
The woman wore a long purple dress, her beauty dazzling and her crimson lips captivating.
She had an alluring figure, her full chest seeming ready to burst forth at any moment.
The man wielded a large blade, his face cruel and sinister, and his stature towering at eight feet.
“Yue Ji… Ming Hou…”
At the sight of the two, Tang Lian’s heart sank into despair.
Severely injured as he was, he stood no chance of escaping from them.
Lei Wujie, having suffered grievous wounds, had already fallen unconscious.
With his inferior cultivation, barely at the Innate Realm, Lei Wujie was no match for these circumstances.
“Do you two also wish to oppose Snow Moon City?”
“Are you not afraid of our retaliation?” Tang Lian asked grimly, desperately searching for a way out.
In his current state, fighting was almost impossible. His only hope was to intimidate the pair with the reputation of Snow Moon City.
Yue Ji and Ming Hou, both ninth-stage Grandmasters, were mere assassins without significant backing.
They couldn’t compare to a giant like Snow Moon City.
“Young Master Tang Lian, forgive us, but someone has offered a high price for the golden coffin. We siblings are determined to obtain it,” Yue Ji said with a captivating smile.
“Even if you’re unafraid of Snow Moon City, are you not afraid of my Fourth Master’s revenge?”
“My Fourth Master is a Heavenly Realm expert, the top of the Crown Ranking!”
“I assure you, my Fourth Master and I share an excellent relationship. If you kill me today, he will hunt you down to the ends of the earth!”
Seeing the two remain unmoved, Tang Lian quickly invoked the name of Jiang Che, a formidable figure.
Heavenly Realm experts were no trivial matter; even Emperor Ming De would tread carefully around them!
Sure enough, Yue Ji and Ming Hou’s expressions shifted upon hearing Jiang Che’s name.
Jiang Che’s recent rise to fame had reverberated across the land, making him the idol of countless young martial artists in Beili.
An eighteen-year-old Heavenly Realm practitioner, his power rivaled even Luo Qingyang, the top of the Five Great Sword Immortals!
Even reckless outlaws like Yue Ji and Ming Hou hesitated to provoke such a figure.
“Young Master Tang Lian, you are joking. As Snow Moon City’s senior disciple, you are above reproach. We would not dare to harm you,” Yue Ji said with a disarming smile.
“We are here only for the golden coffin. Please, grant us this favor…”
“You want the golden coffin?”
“Then you’ll have to step over my dead body!” Tang Lian sneered coldly, resolved to fight to the death.
“Why waste words? Knock him out and take the coffin,” Ming Hou growled, raising his blade.
Though they dared not kill Tang Lian, their mission was solely to claim the coffin.
Tang Lian’s face grew grim as he adopted a defensive stance.
Yue Ji and Ming Hou exchanged a glance and prepared to attack, only to find themselves immobilized.
It was as if an invisible force had frozen them in place.
Before they could comprehend what was happening, a voice echoed from the sky.
Meanwhile, the other martial artists caught in the melee also found themselves restrained by this mysterious energy, plunging the battlefield into panic.
“You two have some nerve!”
“How dare you lay hands on people from Snow Moon City?”