Chapter 290: The Conspiracy Between Yun Lan Sect and the Hall of Souls Jia Ma Empire's Crisis
"Hahaha! Sect Master is absolutely right! In past North Western Region sect gatherings, Yun Lan Sect was merely a mid tier force at best."
"But at the next gathering, those ignorant fools who once mocked us for being short sighted will have their eyes pop out in disbelief! Hahaha!"
A hearty laugh echoed right after Yun Shan's words.
Yun Shan's face carried a faint look of pride. He waved his hand and asked, "How is the task I assigned progressing?"
A figure stood up from below and respectfully reported, "Sect Master, the recruitment is complete. At your command, we can storm the imperial capital and eradicate the entire Mittel Clan!"
Hearing this, Yun Shan's gaze shifted toward a corner of the hall. His voice grew colder as he ordered, "Yun Du, Yun Sha, the two of you will lead the attack. Ensure the Mittel Clan is completely wiped out. If any other factions interfere, eliminate them as well!"
"Understood!"
Two elderly figures who had been sitting silently in the shadows suddenly stood up and bowed.
Though they had remained low profile, their strength was undeniable. With Yun Shan's assistance, both had already broken through to Dou Huang.
Two Dou Huangs. Forget just the Mittel Clan even wiping out the other two great clans would be effortless.
Yun Shan then turned to the Grand Elder, Yun Leng.
"Send the other elders in secret. When the battle with the Mittel Clan begins, have them intercept Jia Xingtian and Fa Ma. As for the Mu Clan, exterminate them as well. The Nalan Clan, however… bring them back to Yun Lan Sect."
"Understood!"
After issuing his orders, Yun Shan leaned back against his cushioned throne and waved his hand.
"Go. Do what you must."
Once everyone had respectfully taken their leave, the great hall fell into silence.
For a long moment, the atmosphere was eerily still.
Then
From the darkest corner of the hall, a shadow twisted and writhed, and a cloud of black mist eerily emerged…
"Remember, failure is not an option. The Mittel Clan has close ties to the Xiao Clan in New Mo City…"
The rolling black mist hovered at the center of the hall, and a sinister, chilling voice emanated from within.
"What exactly are you looking for in the Xiao Clan?" Yun Shan frowned. "They are just a small family what could possibly interest you?"
This question had bothered him for far too long.
Why would these eerie beings go to such lengths for a mere Xiao Clan?
Why had they granted him the power of a Dou Zong, even aiding him in unifying Jia Ma Empire?
What exactly was hidden within the Xiao Clan?
"There are things you are better off not knowing."
"What I can tell you is this **our Hall of Souls has the power to raise you to a Dou Zong, and we also have the power to crush you back down to nothing."
The chilling voice echoed through the great hall, sending shivers down Yun Shan's spine.
His once arrogant expression faltered slightly. Though he was clearly displeased, he could only nod reluctantly.
"Fine… Once we have subdued all Dou Huang and Dou Wang experts in Jia Ma Empire, we will move against the Snake People Tribe. But tell me… if we slaughter every last Xiao Clan member and still don't find what you're looking for?"
"Hehehehe… That won't happen."
The voice from the black mist cackled coldly.
"As long as you crush the Snake People Tribe, we will get what we need."
"If it's not in their hands, then we will hunt down that exile Xiao Yan."
"Xiao Yan?"
Yun Shan's expression shifted.
He had heard this name before.
A moment later, realization dawned wasn't he the former fiancé of Yun Yun's disciple, Nalan Yanran?
A mocking grin spread across Yun Shan's face.
"Xiao Yan is of no concern. He has a three year agreement with Nalan Yanran."
"That arrogant brat will definitely show up for their duel."
"When that time comes, whatever you seek will fall right into your hands!"
"Hehehe… Good."
"Yun Shan, I wish you luck. But be warned… The Palace Master is already displeased with you."
"If you fail again… you know what your fate will be."
At the mention of the Palace Master, even the mighty Yun Shan turned slightly pale.
He clenched his fists tightly as he watched the black mist fade away, his gaze turning eerily cold.
"Kekeke… This time, there will be no mistakes."
"Jia Xingtian… Fa Ma… My dear old friends…"
"We will soon have a lovely reunion."
"Hehehehehe…"
His sinister laughter echoed through the dimly lit great hall.
Imperial Capital, Jia Ma Empire
The imperial capital, also known as the Holy City, was the most prosperous place in all of Jia Ma Empire.
Each day, an astounding number of people passed through its gates.
However…
Today, an oppressive tension loomed over the city a storm was brewing.
And the source of this unease?
The sudden closure of all Mittel Clan auctions and businesses.
As one of Jia Ma Empire's three great clans, such a drastic move shocked the entire empire.
This was a clear signal the Mittel Clan was in serious trouble.
Rumors spread like wildfire.
Some even claimed that Yun Lan Sect intended to destroy the Mittel Clan.
But many refused to believe it.
After all, Yun Lan Sect was the most revered sect in Jia Ma Empire.
Though their recent actions had grown increasingly aggressive, many still believed they wouldn't go so far as to wipe out an entire noble family.
If they did…
That would mean declaring war against the entire empire!
Mittel Clan Headquarters
Within the southern district of the imperial capital, the Mittel Clan estate was on high alert.
Armed guards rushed back and forth, reinforcing defenses to an unprecedented level.
Hidden archers took position in the shadows, their arrows glinting with deadly precision.
The entire estate had become an impenetrable fortress.
Yet inside the clan's grand council hall, a heavy tension filled the air.
Seated around a long table were the Mittel Clan's core members.
Their faces were grim.
Because they had just received the worst possible news
Yun Lan Sect was coming for them.
"Mistress Ya Fei, is it true?"
An elder's voice was low and heavy.
His furrowed brows reflected the seriousness of the situation.
All eyes in the hall shifted toward the seat of honor.
There sat a woman of extraordinary beauty Ya Fei.
Her captivating face, framed by silky black hair, remained calm yet sharp.
She exuded an irresistible allure, like a black rose in full bloom, but her deep eyes carried a dangerous glint.
As the meeting room fell silent, everyone awaited her response.
What would be their next move?
(End of Chapter)
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