The smile still lingered at the corner of Feng Jiuge's lips when the carriage stopped at the entrance suddenly bolted in all directions, completely out of control—chaotic, yet astonishingly swift, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
Before she even lifted her head, she sensed a violent fluctuation of aura from above. Then, a heaven-shaking roar rang out, and a magnificent carriage descended from the sky, landing steadily at the entrance of Jade Yang Tower.
The one pulling it was no ordinary beast, but a Sixth Rank Flying Wolf!
Its entire body was grayish-white, its frame a full twice the size of a horse. The fangs dripping with saliva in its mouth looked dark, terrifying, and hideous beyond compare. Most importantly, the wings spread behind its back were like advancing harvesters, capable of easily reducing people to shreds and turning houses into rubble.
Hah, a Sixth Rank magical beast pulling a carriage through the air—what a grand display!
In this world, magical beasts were positioned like the sword in a swordsman's hand. The swordsman's level determined the power of the sword they wielded.
A dou qi cultivator who reached the Orange Rank could subdue magical beasts for their own use, though the beasts they subdued would only be of the Second or Third Rank. In other words, the higher one's dou qi level, the more powerful the magical beasts one could subdue.
Like dou qi, magical beasts had rank distinctions as well, differentiated from one to fifteen. In the vast Mingyue Dynasty, the most fearsome magical beast was the Ninth Rank Candle Dragon belonging to the Patriarch of the Eastern Qian Zheng Family. Its ability to spew fire could transform a peerless immortal paradise into a living hell, leaving other families not daring to underestimate it.
As for magical beasts above the Ninth Rank, they were nothing but legends; no one had ever seen one. But if a Ninth Rank was already this formidable, then if a Fifteenth Rank were to appear, wouldn't the Mingyue Dynasty instantly become a land of death?
The carriage stopped, and over a dozen men in black alighted, carrying the ruthless, murderous aura of those who had long dwelt in places of slaughter.
They stood before the carriage in neat formation, respectful and deferential. The man who emerged had not even allowed anyone a glimpse of his face before they surrounded him and swiftly escorted him into the building.
From the rooftop, Feng Jiuge saw it clearly. That familiar face, one that even bore a few similarities to her own—who else could it be but her dear eldest brother, Feng Li?
"Heh, the good show is starting."
Judging by the time, that cold, arrogant, pitiful man should have been completely devoured by Lin Ruoyu by now.
The timing was perfect. She would go catch them in the act too!
The entire Orchid Courtyard had been completely sealed off and locked down, so tightly that not even a fly could get in. That formation of guards posted every three steps and sentries every five paces made the uninformed think some heavyweight imperial dignitary was residing inside.
Feng Jiuge, clad in moon-white garments, stood on the rooftop as a demonic, fleeting shadow.
She tapped her toes and leaped down. The wind howling past her ears was like violent explosions, thundering in her ears.
When her body had fallen halfway, she suddenly acted. A rope shot from her wrist, one end embedding directly into the wall while the other connected to Feng Jiuge's rapidly descending form, causing her to sway back and forth along the outer wall of Orchid Courtyard a few times. Then, with a flip, she landed steadily beside a hidden window of the Orchid Courtyard pavilion.
The hidden window directly ahead was thrown wide open. The gauze curtains inside whipped wildly in the night wind, making the scene within somewhat hazy and indistinct.
Feng Jiuge arched her brows, her expression turning sharp.
This hidden window was rarely opened—even few within Jade Yang Tower knew of it. Why was it thrown so brazenly open at this moment?
She held her breath and focused her gaze, peering inside through the gaps in the gauze curtains.