Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1408 - 818: Dialogue

The families of Gong Jiu and the others may be powerful, but that’s only relative to the general population. In the martial arts noble clans, they don’t even rank, and they have no concept of the Thousand Years Martial Birth.

"Is that so... We didn’t know about it. I guess we’ll probably not get an invitation either. After all, the noble clans tend to be very proud... Of course, Miss Nie is an exception."

Nie Wanqing naturally knew how haughty the noble clans could be and didn’t argue. "Although the Thousand Years Martial Birth is primarily centered around the noble clans, it’s actually more about the strong. Both of you have surpassed the SS level, and you’re bound to be ranked among the top in our nation’s martial arts community... At that time, the Adventure Guild or the official ranking will personally invite those listed, so just wait for that."

"Oh? About how many people will be invited?"

"The official invites will number around a hundred, and invitees can bring attendees based on their personal reputation. The invitation will specify this..."

Third Lady Yin had already brought the children over and, after greeting them, left with Nie Wanqing.

"The Thousand Years Martial Birth, it sounds quite prestigious."

"Whatever, we’ll deal with it later. I’m starving, why hasn’t the food arrived yet..."

As Gong Jiu and the others were enjoying the famous Cantonese breakfast, the Square Residence in the distant Capital City was already under surveillance by official surveyors.

Their figures were elusive, and even at SS level, it was impossible to detect their presence.

And at this moment...

Sui Yi pushed open the glass door, walking into the brilliantly sunny yard. Spring was in full swing, fresh green sprouts, a scene of vibrant life.

In the yard, there was an old willow tree, growing quite well, its branches lush and green, swaying with the wind.

Sui Yi’s gaze swept over, and with her right hand, she brought together her index and middle fingers. Wang Qing, who was watering, saw a clear stream of water shoot from the spout of her watering can. Following Sui Yi’s finger, the water arched swiftly into the air, and as her fingers drew back and forth, the slender, clear stream glistened in the sunlight. It sailed through the air...

Elongating and thinning, like silkworm threads.

Swish, swish, swish!

Cutting through the air, through everything.

In a mere blink, it formed a vast net of water threads within a hundred-meter radius centered on the Zhiyuan Mansion.

On it dangled surveyors who had mysteriously appeared, the water threads piercing their wrists and ankle meridians, rendering them immobile as if trapped by a spider’s web.

This method... was terrifying.

Inside, Pu Qinghan, watching the medicine furnace, widened his eyes, feeling even his breath involuntarily caught.

And outside, the massive silver net suspended twenty terrified surveyors in its grip.

"Stop!"

A voice, urgent, came, and suddenly there was a man on the courtyard wall of the Zhiyuan Mansion.

This man, tall and imposing, had already summoned majestic Inner Strength, his aura fierce.

On the second-floor balcony, Wang Qing, reading on the veranda, glanced over.

SSS?

The Imperial Guards’ strength, many strong and proud, this person immediately announced his name: "Lieutenant General Jing Wei of the Imperial Guards. You’re indeed formidable, not like outsiders think, possessing only S or SS strength—at the very least, on par with me at SSS. You must have benefited from the opportunities in the last decade... We officially extend our sincere invitation to you, especially in an era where martial arts thrive. Miss Sui truly has no reason to remain secluded."

This person’s tone was firm, not very polite, yet not excessively so, perhaps wary of Sui Yi’s methods.

Still holding her fingers together, Sui Yi responded with a calm demeanor: "You’re one of Bai Yuanxiu’s men."

This abrupt statement deepened Jing Wei’s gaze, and he replied indifferently: "The Imperial Guards belong solely to the nation, serving the Commander, never individual subordinates..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a cold touch on his neck.

At some point.

Sui Yi was already before him.

Her two fingers at his throat.

Cold, bone-chilling.

His breath was stifled.

He couldn’t move.

"I did not ask you; thus, your answer holds no value to me."

"Naturally, you spoke something incorrect as well."

As Sui Yi finished saying this, her two fingers joined.

The copious spread of water threads—a vast net...

In an instant, was horribly retracted, directly towards Sui Yi’s fingers.

And so...

Countless threads passed through Jing Wei’s throat, drawing out streams of blood.

And these blood streams obediently flowed into the roots of the old willow tree...