Chapter 478: Chapter 283: Suspicion

His targets were the rare Secret Manuals and Elixirs that could aid his cultivation.

These were the treasures Duke Wei cherished most, and they were the true purpose of Fang Yue’s visit.

Soon, Fang Yue discovered a hidden compartment in a secluded corner of the inner chamber.

The compartment was ingeniously designed; if Fang Yue hadn’t known about it beforehand, he likely would have never found it.

He lightly pressed the mechanism on the compartment. With a soft CLICK, it slowly opened, revealing rows of neatly arranged brocade boxes inside.

A glint of excitement flashed in Fang Yue’s eyes.

He knew these brocade boxes most likely contained the rare Secret Manuals and Elixirs he was searching for.

He carefully opened one of the brocade boxes and saw a yellowed ancient text lying inside.

The cover of the Ancient Text bore three large, archaic characters: "Spirit Control Technique."

Fang Yue stared at the cover of the Ancient Text, his heart filled with curiosity and anticipation.

Under the dim yellow light, those archaic characters—"Spirit Control Technique"—exuded an aura of profound mystery, inviting one to uncover the secrets within.

Although Fang Yue was already an accomplished Cultivator, he had never heard of a Cultivation Technique called the "Spirit Control Technique."

However, judging by the name, it seemed to be related to Spiritual Qi Manipulation.

Fang Yue took a deep breath, calming his racing heart.

He glanced around, and only after confirming he was alone did he carefully open the first page of the Ancient Text.

However, just as he was about to read it carefully, a voice suddenly rang out beside him.

"I’m surprised you managed to find this place," a deep, authoritative voice said.

Fang Yue snapped his head up to see a young nobleman in a brocade robe, holding a folding fan, walk in through the doorway.

The man’s face was hidden in the shadows, his features indistinct, but a powerful aura radiated from him. ’Hmm, Primordial Qi fluctuations on par with the Innate Stage,’ Fang Yue assessed.

"Who are you?" Fang Yue asked warily, readying himself to fight at a moment’s notice.

"Who am I? You’re not worthy to know. Leave the items and get out of here."

The youth in the brocade robe spoke coldly, his voice laced with an authority that brooked no argument.

He was Chen Qin, son of the reigning Prime Minister.

Fang Yue’s heart tightened. He knew he was in trouble. But there was no way he was going to abandon this Secret Manual, or the other Elixirs and treasures.

’Looks like this won’t end peacefully!’ Fang Yue sneered, his head bowed.

’I’m the one who killed Duke Wei. It’s ridiculous for someone else to swoop in and snatch the spoils.’

’And to think this person dares to steal my spoils right in front of me.’

In that instant, killing intent flared within Fang Yue.

A chill ran down Chen Qin’s spine when he heard Fang Yue’s sneer.

He could feel the killing intent radiating from Fang Yue and knew this was not someone to be trifled with.

But he didn’t back down. After all, his father was an important court official of immense power and influence. Chen Qin had undergone rigorous Martial Arts training since childhood, and with his profound cultivation, he was naturally quite confident in his own abilities.

"Hmph, you think you can run wild here just because you killed Duke Wei?"

Chen Qin sneered, his voice dripping with contempt and mockery. "Today, I’ll teach you that this is not a place where you can run rampant!"

With that, Chen Qin’s figure blurred. He instantly appeared before Fang Yue and unleashed a palm strike that carried the force of a thunderbolt.

This palm strike was his family’s ultimate technique, an incredibly powerful move that would make any ordinary Cultivator shrink back in fear.

However, Fang Yue showed no intention of retreating.

A cold, sharp light flashed in his eyes. He channeled all the Spiritual Qi in his body and threw a punch to collide with Chen Qin’s Palm Seal.

BOOM!

A massive explosion erupted as their Qi Forces intertwined, forming violent whirlwinds that ravaged the secret chamber.

Chen Qin felt a tremendous force transmit from his opponent’s fist, making his arm go numb and nearly causing him to lose his grip on his weapon.

Fang Yue, on the other hand, hadn’t moved an inch. He stood his ground, watching Chen Qin coolly as a flicker of contempt crossed his eyes.

’This Chen Qin’s cultivation isn’t weak,’ he thought, ’but he’s still a far cry from my level.’

Chen Qin was horrified. He had never expected Fang Yue to be so powerful.

He had thought his cultivation and his family’s ultimate technique would be enough to deal with Fang Yue easily, but now it seemed he was sorely mistaken.

"You... How dare you?" Chen Qin asked, his voice laced with terror.

He was beginning to realize that he might have picked a fight with the wrong person.

"Just as I thought. Useless."

Fang Yue snorted, his voice radiating an indisputable authority. "Leave the items, and I’ll consider granting you an intact corpse."

A wave of intense fear washed over Chen Qin at Fang Yue’s words. He was used to a life of privilege; when had he ever been so humiliated?

"You... Don’t do this! I’m the son of the Prime Minister!"

Chen Qin was all bark and no bite. He tried to use his father’s status to threaten Fang Yue, hoping to make him back down.

However, Fang Yue wasn’t the least bit intimidated by this so-called "son of the Prime Minister."

He gave a cold laugh and said, "The son of the Prime Minister? So what? Do you think I’m scared?"

Chen Qin’s heart trembled. He felt as if he had just kicked an iron plate. This person was clearly out of his league.

"What... What do you want?" Chen Qin’s voice trembled.

"What do I want? It’s simple. Hand over one hundred thousand taels of silver, and then get lost," Fang Yue said coldly.

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