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Chapter 1597: Chapter 1595: Lord of Sihuang City

The Patriarch of the Du Family, Du Tianqing, was shocked to learn that all the people he had sent were injured, including a master in the Opening Spirit Realm.

“So young yet possessing the strength of the Opening Spirit Realm, and so arrogant and presumptuous—who exactly is this person? Could he be a genius descendant from another of the Twelve Great Main Cities?”

Du Tianqing muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.

“Father, this young man is so arrogant, why don’t you personally capture him!”

Du Qianru appeared, speaking directly to Du Tianqing.

“Qianru, don’t worry about this matter—I’ll handle it. You take care of Wen Feng, I’m heading out for a bit.”

With that, Du Tianqing left the place.

In the center of Sihuang City stood a colossal, extravagantly-built mansion, the most luxurious residence in the city: the City Lord’s Mansion.

In the main hall of the mansion, Du Tianqing appeared alongside a middle-aged man in a brocade robe with a dark complexion and a commanding presence. Beside him sat an elegant and noble woman.

These two were Lin Tingguo, the City Lord of Sihuang City, and his wife, Du Tianqing’s sister, Du Tianfang.

“Elder brother, how are Wen Feng and Qianru? Tingguo and I were about to visit them.”

Du Tianfang said, showing concern for Miss and Young Master Du.

“Qianru is fine, but Wen Feng’s arm bones and meridians are completely shattered—he may never use it again unless healed by Heavenly Grade Elixirs.”

Du Tianqing said in a deep voice.

“What? That serious? Who is this damn fellow to injure Wen Feng so severely and cripple his arm? He must not go unpunished!”

Du Tianfang exclaimed with an angry expression.

“I came here to discuss this matter,”

Du Tianqing said, looking at Lin Tingguo.

“I have also sent people to investigate his identity, but found nothing. All we know is that he came to Sihuang City with Miss Ye, Ye Ziyan. It seems his strength has reached the Opening Spirit Realm—such talent at his age implies an extraordinary identity or a powerful family backing.”

Lin Tingguo spoke with shining eyes.

“City Lord, could he be from one of the families in the Twelve Main Cities?”

Du Tianqing proposed.

“According to my investigation, his surname is Xiao, but I know the surnames of the families capable of cultivating such talents in the Twelve Main Cities, and none of them is Xiao. Their descendants usually stay within their families to cultivate, so why would they come to a place like Sihuang City?”

Lin Tingguo said grimly.

“Regardless of who he is, he hurt Qianru and crippled Wen Feng’s arm. We cannot let him go unpunished—I want him to pay.”

Du Tianfang said coldly, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

“Don’t be hasty. I’ll send someone to probe him first, understand his situation, and then decide on our course of action.”

Lin Tingguo suggested, a keen light flickering in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Cao Yan of the Cao Family also learned of the events that transpired at the Ye Family and was quite astonished.

“His strength is remarkably formidable—already at the Opening Spirit Realm!”

Cao Yan’s eyes glimmered with a strange light.

“Hei Feng, contact Ye Zhengshui!”

Cao Yan ordered suddenly.

“Yes, Patriarch!”

A figure in black clothing appeared behind Cao Yan, knelt down, and then swiftly vanished.

“Ye Family~”

Cao Yan murmured, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

As noon arrived, Xiao Yifeng lay resting on the bed in his room.

A knock echoed and Xiao Yifeng ignored it, then the door opened as Ye Ziyan entered.

“Brother Xiao, it’s time to eat!”

Ye Ziyan said as she saw Xiao Yifeng lying on the bed.

Seeing Xiao Yifeng remain silent, she walked over, gazed at him, and reached out to wake him.

Suddenly, Xiao Yifeng’s eyes snapped open, startling her.

“Ah!”

Ye Ziyan jumped back, screaming and retreating several steps.

“You’re awake. I… I came to call you for food!”

Ye Ziyan said awkwardly to Xiao Yifeng.

“No need, I won’t eat. You go ahead.”

Xiao Yifeng replied.

“Alright then!”

Ye Ziyan nodded and was about to leave.

“Wait!”

Xiao Yifeng suddenly called out.

“Is there anything else?”

Ye Ziyan turned back to look at him.

“Do you have a map of the Ancient Realm here?”

Xiao Yifeng asked.

“A map of the Ancient Realm? We don’t, but some shops in Sihuang City should have maps of the Wind Cloud Kingdom. As for a map of the entire Ancient Realm, you might need to go to Wind Cloud City in the capital to find one.”

Ye Ziyan replied.

“What do you use for purchases here?”

Xiao Yifeng asked again.

“Gold coins, of course. Don’t you know? Some big cities also use Spirit Stones, but they’re rare and precious in the Southern Wilderness due to the sparse spirit stone veins, so gold coins are mostly used for purchases.”

Ye Ziyan explained.

“Okay, thank you. I understand now. You can go.”

Xiao Yifeng nodded, and Ye Ziyan left.

Instead of eating, Xiao Yifeng took the opportunity to leave the Ye Family and planned to buy a map of the Wind Cloud Kingdom, as he was unfamiliar with the Ancient Realm; traveling without a map would be difficult.

He wandered down the streets and soon found a shop selling maps and purchased a map of the Wind Cloud Kingdom using an Inferior Grade Spirit Stone.

The map clearly marked various sect forces, as well as the twelve main cities and thirty-six affiliated towns of the Wind Cloud Kingdom, all clearly laid out.

The land area of the Wind Cloud Kingdom alone exceeds that of China, and on the Ancient Realm’s map, the Wind Cloud Kingdom is a mere speck, insignificant—illustrating the vastness of the Ancient Realm, likely larger than ten Earths.

Walking while studying the map, Xiao Yi suddenly squinted, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a cold smile curved his lips as he changed direction.

Soon, Xiao Yifeng reached a rather remote and underdeveloped area of Sihuang City, similar to a slum in China, with few people around.