The actions of the Profound Yellow Sect had undeniably become the most captivating affair in the Capital City at the moment.

Rebellion?

How dare they?

The common people might not be aware of the Profound Yellow Sect's situation, but those from Jianghu knew all too well.

Xu Nian was their Sect Leader; there was no doubt about that.

But weren't the members of the Profound Yellow Sect all at Dragon Head Mansion? How could they possibly appear in the Capital City all of a sudden?

Did they fly over?

This was the Capital City; even if they had flown over, wouldn't someone have seen them?

Therefore, many inside the city suspected that these individuals were not genuine disciples of the Profound Yellow Sect, but impersonators!

"Definitely impersonators! The Profound Yellow Sect's disciples are all at Dragon Head Mansion. How could they possibly show up in the Capital City?"

"Not necessarily. What if Dragon Head Mansion is just a distraction?"

"Even if it's a distraction, after annihilating the Cai Family and coming directly to the Capital City, it would still take half a month. These people's timeline doesn't match up at all!"

"Didn't you notice that the Seventh Prince hasn't shown himself? He's probably aware that these people are trying to frame him, so he's deliberately staying out of sight."

More and more people believed that these Profound Yellow Sect disciples were impostors.

Nevertheless, many Jianghu people still rushed over to join in on the excitement.

These people were going to stir up trouble at the Imperial Palace. How could they not go and watch?

「Li Mansion.」

Upon receiving the news, Li Baiyang's hand trembled so much as he practiced calligraphy that the brush in his hand dropped onto the table.

Trouble! This is big trouble. How could the Seventh Prince possibly rebel? Why would he rebel? Could it be that they already have evidence confirming the first Emperor Qian is still alive?

"Grandfather, should we go and have a look?" Li Rou'er asked curiously from behind.

Li Baiyang's expression turned grim, and he shook his head. "No. From today onwards, you and Miss Zhao are not to leave the house. Our Li Mansion will close its doors to all visitors!"

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you? You seem really scared of this."

Li Rou'er looked utterly surprised.

Isn't my grandfather usually so calm and composed, always looking like he has everything under control? Why does he look so panic-stricken today?

Li Baiyang clenched his fists, standing silently beside the table. He was well aware of what the Profound Yellow Sect was doing.

Regardless of whether they are the real Profound Yellow Sect or not, forcing their way into the Imperial Palace now is tantamount to rebellion. This charge of rebellion has firmly fallen upon the Seventh Prince. He can't escape it. This time, not even the highest celestial deities could save the Seventh Prince. The crime of rebellion is unlike any other charge. Once it's established, no one can change it!

「Imperial Palace.」

When Luo Chenjun received this news, his face was also filled with astonishment and confusion.

The Profound Yellow Sect rebelling? They barely have three hundred members in total; how could they possibly rebel? The Imperial Palace teems with experts. The Imperial Guard patrols day and night, and many members of the Brocade Guard are stationed there as well. Three hundred people rebelling? Who would believe that?

"My lord, what should we do now?" an attendant asked.

A young eunuch, sitting on the steps by the entrance, said with a smile, "I have investigated this Profound Yellow Sect. They are not simple."

Luo Chenjun chuckled lightly. "For him to rise again in such a short period, he must indeed be an extraordinary person."

Hearing this, the young eunuch shook his head.

That wasn't what he meant.

In the Jianghu, the Profound Yellow Sect had indeed achieved many seemingly impossible feats.

But in their eyes, the truly astonishing thing about the Profound Yellow Sect was their consistent number of members.

Three hundred disciples, no more, no less!

When the Blood Demon Sect invaded Fengxiang Prefecture, didn't they also have three hundred disciples?

Many from the Profound Yellow Sect died in that battle, but what happened in the end?

The Profound Yellow Sect had once again restored its numbers to three hundred disciples.

Subsequently, whether it was during the Nine Dragons Secret Treasure incident or the raid on the Cai Family, their numbers always remained at three hundred.

"I had someone inquire at Zen Heart Temple. They said that all members of the Profound Yellow Sect present had committed suicide within the Cai Family courtyard at that time."

The young eunuch's expression was grave as he continued, "Not a single one of them left the Cai Family premises!"

"Hmm? Are you certain?"

Luo Chenjun frowned deeply.

The young eunuch nodded, his voice heavy. "I suspect they may have mastered some secret unknown to us. This Xu Nian is a huge problem."

Indeed.

Whether it was the martial arts Xu Nian practiced or the way the Profound Yellow Sect could always muster three hundred disciples again, even after they had supposedly died—either way, there was clearly something very wrong with both the Profound Yellow Sect and Xu Nian.

However, they simply couldn't pinpoint the source of the issue.

Xu Nian was now aware of the Soul Exchange Art's existence and might even have guessed some of its secrets.

Rebelling at this time... he might really be targeting us! Is he trying to break the current deadlock?

"So many years have passed. Haven't there been plenty who wanted to break the stalemate? But who among them has ever succeeded?"

Luo Chenjun smiled. "We'll just sit back and enjoy the show. Tell that puppet to do what needs to be done, and have Shen Rongyin act as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

The young eunuch acknowledged the order, then got up and headed towards the harem.

「On the way to the Imperial Palace.」

The members of the Profound Yellow Sect charged furiously. Their steps were swift, as if they couldn't wait to storm in that very instant.

The Brocade Guards and Imperial Guards blocking their path quickly gathered, completely obstructing their advance.

Rebellion?

With just three hundred people, what kind of rebellion did they think they could start?

"Charge, charge, charge! Brothers, rush forward! I'll cheer you on from here!"

"You think this handful of people can stop us? Just pin them down and wipe the floor with them!"

"Cheer my ass! You, get over here and lead the charge, you wimp!"

"Brothers, give me a chance! Please don't steal my kills, okay?"

The Profound Yellow Sect Disciples didn't care how many enemies they faced.

If they died, couldn't they just come back again?

With the Contribution Points they had, they could afford to be resurrected and charge back in, again and again.

In the crowd, Old Mo directly activated the Du Gate of the Eight Gates Escape Armor and even unleashed his Armament Haki.

In this state, he was practically a vision of invincibility.

"I'm going in first! Everyone, keep up with me!"

Old Mo roared and charged towards the group blocking their way.

The Imperial Guards and Brocade Guards, witnessing this, were visibly intimidated by Old Mo's sheer momentum, each one swallowing nervously.

Does this guy not understand the situation? Is he really that unafraid of death?

"Stop him!"

About a dozen Imperial Guards in silver armor, wielding long spears, rushed forward, attempting to physically restrain Old Mo.

But as Old Mo plunged into their ranks, he twisted his body, his legs sweeping out like a whirlwind.

In an instant, a flurry of leg shadows flashed through the crowd.

Within moments, the dozen or so Imperial Guards were kicked away, even knocking down the Brocade Guards behind them.

"For Queen Morgana!"

Old Mo shouted with dramatic, eighth-grader-like flair, then transformed into a raging bull, charging straight for the main entrance of the Imperial Palace.

"Quick, close the palace gates!"

An Imperial Guard yelled, and about ten of them retreated inside, swiftly bolting the palace gates from within.

Amidst the crowd, Old Mo was completely unstoppable.

Anyone who collided with him was either killed or severely crippled.

Of course, this wasn't his absolute strongest state, but at this moment, he truly possessed an aura of invincibility.

"Old Mo is awesome! I'm practically soaked just watching!"

"I'm shook! Is Old Mo always this intense when he goes all out? I just want to throw myself at him!"

"Beat it, Sister Zhou! Your frail little body can't handle a single hit from Old Mo."

"Hahaha, Sister Zhou must be daydreaming, actually thinking she can take on Old Mo. She really doesn't know how to write the word 'death'!"

Seeing Old Mo clear a path, the players surged forward, simultaneously dealing with the Brocade Guards and Imperial Guards flanking them.

BANG!

Suddenly, a group of Brocade Guards near the players were sent flying, coughing up blood, causing many players to stare wide-eyed.

Such power! That's almost on par with Old Mo's strength, isn't it?

Taking a closer look, everyone understood.

The Iron-blooded War Hero had made his move!

This player was known for possessing inherent Martial Arts and was someone none of the Halls dared to provoke.

Why?

He hailed from the official ranks.

Although the War Alliance consisted only of the Iron-blooded War Hero, his power was not to be underestimated.

If it weren't for Dung Beetle suddenly skyrocketing to third place, the Iron-blooded War Hero would still be in the top ten!

No!

He *is* still in the top ten!

Dung Beetle's sudden appearance on the leaderboard had pushed Daytime Alms out of the top ten.

The tenth spot was still held by this very Iron-blooded War Hero.

"Holy crap, Uncle Zhu, you're this strong? You're already a First-Grade Martial Artist? How did you advance your realm?" Flourishing Flowers exclaimed, her mouth twitching involuntarily as she watched the awe-inspiring Iron-blooded War Hero.

A First-Grade Martial Artist, huh. Not many players had reached this realm at the current stage. After all, most were waiting to complete all their tasks before focusing on advancement. What was going on here?

The Iron-blooded War Hero forced Commander Liu back with a kick. Scratching his head, he stated coldly, "I bought quite a few Contribution Points, all from the Three Great Merchants under your Hall."

Upon hearing this, Flourishing Flowers shot a sharp glance towards the Three Great Merchants.

Their bodies trembled, and the three of them quickly turned their heads, not daring to meet Flourishing Flowers' gaze.

There was nothing they could do. They had indeed sold all their Contribution Points, and exclusively to the Iron-blooded War Hero.

His offer was a ratio of one to five hundred.

A fivefold increase!

Combined with his status, they couldn't possibly refuse.

That's the extravagance of wealth; the Three Great Merchants had no choice but to sell their Contribution Points.

Wang Xin, you really know how to play the game, Flourishing Flowers cursed under her breath.

The Iron-blooded War Hero glanced back at Flourishing Flowers. The latter shivered and then forced an obedient smile.

She couldn't help it. She knew this guy.

Even if she was angry, she couldn't take it out on him.

"Get ready to breach the gate!"

Flourishing Flowers turned and shouted to Daytime Alms, "Daytime, get the Construction Team to break down the gate! Everyone else, hold the entrance! Let's clear out these minions first!"

"Alright! Construction Team, move to the gate!"

"Sword Team, liven up! Stop all these minions! Don't let them near our brothers in the Construction Team!"

"Second Legion, everyone go and help hold the line for now! Let's complete the task first!"

"Panda, buff them up! Old Six, keep an eye on the overall situation!"

"Dung Beetle, don't use the Biological Weapon yet! Save it for the Boss later!"

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