NOVEL NEXT Chapter 3: Seeing This Son, How Dare You Not Kneel?:
Chapter 3: Seeing This Son, How Dare You Not Kneel?:
A fist, extending 100 meters, shot straight toward the flying chariot.
The air rippled with a suppressed force, and the Spiritual Qi trembled as if the sky itself were falling.
On the chariot, all the Nalan clan members’ faces turned pale.
They didn’t understand—when they first entered the meeting hall, they could use the flying chariot freely.
Why wasn’t it working now?
The fist had completely locked onto them.
It was clear that when the fist landed, everyone aboard the chariot would die.
Inside the chariot’s sedan chair, Nalan Ruoxi’s heart skipped a beat.
She had always traveled with Ji Bachang through the great halls, never once feeling hostility. But now, she felt a murderous intent directed at her, so intense it nearly suffocated her.
“My lord, why is this happening?”
Nalan Ruyue turned anxious, and she immediately activated her Cultivation Technique. Her long blue dress fluttered in the wind like an elf’s wings.
Blue Spiritual Qi formed a massive disc around her, which she held in her hand as she rushed to block the incoming fist.
BOOm!
The Spiritual Qi shockwave spread out, affecting everything within a hundred-mile radius.
The Nalan clan’s flying chariot swayed in the energy storm, but a maid on Ji Bachang’s side raised her hand, and blocked the storm.
Seeing the disturbance to Ji Bachang, the two giant spirit warriors’ expressions changed drastically. They quickly withdrew their fists and knelt toward him in panic.
“Forgive us, my lord! We deserve death for disturbing you.”
“It’s fine, continue,” Ji Bachang said casually, waving them off as he continued to watch the scene unfold.
Under the ancient bronze gates of the Great Hall, the giant spirit warriors lowered their fists.
Nalan Ruyue, looking pale but still beautiful, spat out a mouthful of blood.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
Cultivation levels were divided into Qi Gathering, Body Tempering, Condensing Primordial Realm, Xuanjia, Great Primordial Realm, Martial Spirit, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Ancestor, Martial Venerate, Martial Saint, Emperor, Supreme, Earth Supreme, and Heaven Supreme, with each realm having ten stages.
She couldn’t believe it—the Nalan clan’s revered elder, a powerful 7th Stage Martial Venerate Realm had been defeated by a mere guard at the Great Hall’s gate.
Soul Heaven Palace’s strength was so overwhelming that even a random guard could overpower the elders of other powerful clans.
Her expression darkened, and she quickly cupped her hands in respect. “I brought the flying chariot into the meeting hall before. I had no idea there was a rule against it!”
“Hmph!”
The giant spirit warrior snorted coldly.
“The only reason your chariot was allowed in before was because Nalan Ruoxi was engaged to the young master. Now that the engagement is being dissolved, we don’t care about the relationship between your Nalan clan and the young master anymore.”
With a loud smash, the giant spirit warrior shattered the chariot with a palm strike.
“Walk in respectfully, and don’t disrespect the Soul Heaven Palace.”
“Yes, of course! We will walk in.” Nalan Ruyue let out a sigh of relief and nodded respectfully.
She glanced at Ji Bachang hovering in the air, then walked to Nalan Ruoxi’s side, speaking earnestly.
“Ruoxi, if only you didn’t cancel the engagement with Ji Bachang. With the Nalan clan allied to the Soul Heaven Palace, we could dominate the world.”
“Enough, sister-in-law! Don’t say another word.” Nalan Ruoxi interrupted, her face turning a mixture of green and pale.
She had been sitting in the chariot just moments ago and didn’t expect the giant spirit warriors to destroy it so easily.
It felt like a slap to her face.
As a proud genius and the cherished daughter of the Nalan family, she almost couldn’t restrain herself from retaliating.
But she was only at the Condensing Primordial Realm, and she knew she was no match for the giant spirit warriors.
Frustrated, she could only direct her anger at Ji Bachang.
“If it weren’t for Ji Bachang, I wouldn’t have to suffer such humiliation,” she thought bitterly.
“I must break off the engagement. The Nalan clan must stand strong on its own, without relying on anyone’s protection.” Nalan Ruoxi declared firmly to Nalan Ruyue.
“Well… alright…”
“Let’s just walk in.” Nalan Ruyue said, helpless against her niece’s determination.
“Let’s go!”
Nalan Ruoxi gritted her teeth, then strode toward the Great Hall.
This time, the giant spirit warriors didn’t stop them, allowing them to pass through the ancient bronze gate.
“Let’s go, we should enter too.” Ji Bachang said with a smile.
Watching Nalan Ruoxi walk below, Ji Bachang gave the order, and his maid quickly moved forward.
“Greetings, Your Highness!”
The two giant spirit warriors guarding the gate immediately knelt on one knee in respect to Ji Bachang.
He didn’t bother acknowledging them—he had far too many guards to respond to every single one. If he did, he’d never have a moment of rest.
The maid’s sedan chair flew over the gate, catching up with the Nalan clan members walking below.
“Well, well, isn’t this Nalan Ruoxi? I haven’t seen you in a few days, and you can’t even fly anymore?” Ji Bachang teased, sitting comfortably on his maid’s lap, a glass of fine nectar in his hand.
“Ji Bachang?”
Nalan Ruoxi looked up in surprise. “I’m breaking up with you, and you’re still in the mood to laugh?”
“You think too highly of yourself.” Ji Bachang’s face darkened.
Pointing to Nalan Ruyue, he coldly demanded, “How dare members of the lowly Nalan clan not kneel when you see this son?”