Martial Master

The defenses of the Piao Miao Palace are truly severe.

As everyone ascended, the mist dispersed, revealing a palace ahead.

“Lord Hongchen, please wait here for a moment. Let us first report to the Deputy Palace Master and then bring you in,” the leader said with a slight bow before entering to deliver the message.

Inside, they had truly arrived at the Piao Miao Palace. Without the Deputy Palace Master’s command, even those from the Piao Miao Palace couldn’t freely bring others in, not even Ji Hongchen. Ji Hongchen had visited many times and naturally knew the process, so she sat down on a stone bench outside the main hall.

In the outside world, Ji Hongchen held great power and was of noble status, but here, she was ignored, sitting alone without anyone coming to serve her tea.

“Cheng Shao, what should we do next?” Ji Hongchen asked nervously through secret sound transmission to the Qiankun Zhaohua Jade Dish, noticing no one around.

“Don’t worry. First, go meet that Hua Ling Martial God as we discussed, then find a way to meet You Qianxue, but don’t be too obvious to avoid raising suspicion,” Qin Chen replied, completely unperturbed, even somewhat relaxed.

“Okay.” Hearing Qin Chen's words, Ji Hongchen’s heart inexplicably calmed down.

“Someone is coming. From now on, minimize contact with me. I will reach out to you if necessary to prevent exposure,” suddenly, Qin Chen’s voice sounded again before falling silent.

At the same time, there was movement from behind, and soon a group emerged as the mist parted. This was another team of patrolling guards from the Piao Miao Palace, and following them was a middle-aged woman who appeared to be around forty to fifty years old, quite plump.

“Hmm, Mo Qiuman?” Ji Hongchen was slightly taken aback.

The middle-aged woman was a core elder of the Mo family, an established powerhouse who had entered the mid-stage peak Martial God realm over a decade ago and was now striving to break into the late-stage Martial God realm, making her a core elder of the Mo family. Why was she here?

“Ah!” Upon seeing Ji Hongchen, Mo Qiuman was also taken aback, her gaze turning cold.

The Mo and Ji families had been rivals for years, so seeing each other was naturally not friendly.

“Ji Hongchen, what are you doing here?” she said icily, looking down from her high position.

Her reprimand was entirely natural; in her eyes, it was normal because she was much older than Ji Hongchen. When she broke through to become a mid-stage peak Martial God, Ji Hongchen was still a peak Martial Emperor in her eyes, just a junior.

Ji Hongchen’s expression turned cold as she replied indifferently, “This is Piao Miao Palace. If you, Mo Qiuman, can come here, why can’t I?”

“Do you dare speak to me like that?” Mo Qiuman was taken aback, realizing that someone as renowned as her was actually being challenged.

A chill radiated from her body.

Naturally, she didn’t know about Ji Hongchen’s battles with Mo Duanming; otherwise, she wouldn’t have acted this way. Unfortunately, Mo Duanming had died too early to inform the Mo family of the events involving the Ji family.

“Enough. This is Piao Miao Palace, not your Mo family or Ji family. Please wait here while I report to Lord Hua Ling and check if he wishes to see you.”

The patrol team leader said this and then entered the palace. A few guards stayed behind, cautious to prevent any conflict between the two, though they didn’t show too much, as everyone knew about the enmity between the Mo and Ji families.

Mo Qiuman looked at Ji Hongchen, suppressing her internal anger, and took a seat on another stone bench.

However, her attention was still fixated on Ji Hongchen, her gaze filled with fury. She came to the Piao Miao Palace seeking assistance, and while other Mo family powerhouses might endure their hatred towards the Ji family for the greater good of their family, Mo Qiuman could not hold back.

“Humph, Ji Hongchen, your Ji family’s actions are too despicable. You killed my Mo family’s Mo Wujix; we haven’t settled the score, but that doesn't mean this matter is forgotten.”