Chapter 33 – A Casual Strike, Subduing the Purple Mansion.

Before they had time to react, Ye Wushang stood up directly.

“You’re threatening me? What kind of thing do you think you are?!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Wushang didn’t spare a glance at the furious opponent. With his hand as a blade, he slashed forward.

Boom—!

A terrifying blade light tore through the air, carrying an overwhelming aura of might, slicing across the space as it struck straight toward the middle-aged man.

“Impudence!”

At that moment, the middle-aged man’s fury reached a critical point.

He couldn’t believe that a mere ant at the first level of the Purple Mansion Realm actually dared to rebuke him—worse, even raised a hand against him.

Without hesitation, he clenched a fist, unleashing a top-tier Earth-grade fist technique.

Rumble—!!

In an instant, thunderous booms erupted. A punch and a blade clashed, their phantom shadows colliding and exploding with a roar, leaving Xia Zixuan and Sikong Mingyue utterly shaken.

But in the next second, before either of them could react, a figure was blasted away.

Boom—!

The figure crashed into a large stone block by the outer gate, coughing up blood that could no longer be suppressed.

It was the middle-aged man!

At this moment, the hand with which he had punched trembled uncontrollably, unable to clench at all. Blood seeped from between his fingers—an intimidating sight.

But he couldn’t care less about his injuries right now. Instead, his eyes were fixed on Ye Wushang in horror, his heart trembling to the core.

How can he be this strong?!

That was the only thought in his mind.

He simply couldn’t comprehend it. A newly-advanced Purple Mansion cultivator, without even using a blade, had shattered his will to fight with a single hand strike.

In other words, if the other party had wanted to kill him, it would’ve been as easy as turning over a hand.

Hiss—!

Both Xia Zixuan and Sikong Mingyue drew a sharp breath at the scene.

They knew the middle-aged man’s strength very well—across the entire Great Xia, few could match him.

Even Xia Zixuan would usually show him ample respect.

And yet now, this powerful figure had been crushed by a single move from Ye Wushang!

Heaven’s Chosen!

A peerless Heaven’s Chosen!

That was the only thought in both their minds.

Indeed, to instantly defeat a sixth-level Purple Mansion expert as a first-level Purple Mansion cultivator—even most Heaven’s Chosen couldn’t manage such a feat.

Only those who forged their path with the intent of invincibility could achieve this.

The realization that such a peerless Heaven’s Chosen stood before them made Xia Zixuan’s heart stir.

If she could gain his support, her chances of seizing power would increase by half.

At that moment, she couldn’t suppress her thoughts any longer.

“Patriarch Ye, today’s events were due to Zixuan’s offense. I’ve greatly overstepped—please forgive me. But I came here today with sincere intentions.”

Since they’d already come to blows, Ye Wushang didn’t bother with pretense.

With one hand behind his back, he looked at the group coldly. “What do you have that could move me?”

It was a fair question. With the strength he had just displayed, not even the royal family of Great Xia would dare to recklessly pressure or provoke him.

To offend such a peerless Heaven’s Chosen—unless the royals had taken complete leave of their senses.

Hearing Ye Wushang’s words, Xia Zixuan fell silent.

She understood—ordinary conditions wouldn’t sway him at all.

Power? Ye Wushang could seize it at will.

Status? What status could be more awe-inspiring than that of a peerless Heaven’s Chosen?

Prestige? With his standing, who wouldn’t show him deference? Even the royal family might have to yield to him in the future.

Beauty!

As those two characters emerged in her mind, Xia Zixuan’s brows lifted.

She had done her homework before coming—she knew Ye Wushang’s tastes were far from ordinary.

Ordinary beauties wouldn’t catch his eye.

At the very least, it had to be someone on the level of Mo Sixuan, whose beauty was said to follow the Dao itself.

Suddenly, her gaze shifted toward the spear-wielding Sikong Mingyue beside her, and an idea sparked in her mind.

“I’ll betroth Mingyue to you—what do you say?”

As soon as those words were spoken, before Ye Wushang could even respond, Sikong Mingyue stared at her in shock.

Clearly, she hadn’t expected to be sold off by Xia Zixuan just like that.

She opened her mouth to protest—but under Xia Zixuan’s glare, she fell silent.

Ye Wushang, however, carefully sized up Sikong Mingyue and secretly nodded.

Ample curves, a face scoring at least 94 points, and a flawless figure. The aura of a spear-wielding warrior added a rare and striking allure.

He gave a faint smile. “All right. What do you want me to do?”

He had indeed taken a liking to Sikong Mingyue—and even Xia Zixuan herself.

But he also knew that getting both at once wasn’t realistic right now.

Hearing Ye Wushang agree so readily, Xia Zixuan smiled. “Brother Ye is indeed decisive!”

Then, she swept a glance around and spoke calmly, “In the history of Great Xia, there’s never been a female sovereign. The royal family’s old fossils are extremely conservative—naturally, they won’t support me.”

“My request is simple. I don’t need the Ye Family to send troops or manpower—I just need Brother Ye and your esteemed wife to act.”

“Your wife only needs to stay by my side to ensure my safety. As for Brother Ye—you just need to intimidate those old fogeys into silence.”

Ye Wushang looked at her in surprise. “You’re that confident you’ll seize the throne?”

Xia Zixuan gave a mysterious smile. “Just wait for the good news, Brother Ye.”

At that moment, she regained her command of the room once more, as though everything was under her control.

That aura of dominion—of—wielding power across the realm made even Ye Wushang feel a subtle stir in his heart.

He nodded. “Since you’re so confident, I’ll agree. But—you must ensure those Faxiang Realm old monsters don’t interfere.”

Xia Zixuan smiled. “Don’t worry. The Great Xia royal family hasn’t had fresh blood for centuries. The strong have long since thinned out. Those Faxiang Realm ancestors have exhausted their lifespans. Unless Great Xia faces total annihilation, they won’t emerge.”

“Excellent!”

Hearing that, Ye Wushang had no more doubts.

As for the remaining Purple Mansion Realm experts, he truly didn’t take them seriously.

What he didn’t expect, though, was how sharp Xia Zixuan’s eyes were—to notice Yue Rushuang’s extraordinary nature.

Indeed, as the former quasi-Saintess of ancient Cangyuan City, Yue Rushuang’s strength was terrifying.

Calling her a peerless Heaven’s Chosen would not be an exaggeration.

If their cultivation were equal, even Ye Wushang couldn’t say for sure he’d defeat her.

It was precisely this point that Xia Zixuan understood—so she went straight for the Ye Family’s two strongest.

The two sides happily reached an agreement and made a pact: Sikong Mingyue would be wed in three months.

With that, Xia Zixuan took her people and departed.