[It’s not just that, Queen.]

[If you catch them off guard when they don’t protect their body with qi, everyone under the immortal level can be killed.]

"That is quite a stretch, Vessa. Even I almost always use qi to protect my body. People at higher levels will do it all the time."

[True, but there are many poisons that can disrupt the qi flow, Queen.]

“Yes, but it will be hard to make them consume it, Vesa.

I am not a poison expert, so I cannot make one that is tasteless without any smell.”

[Gather some samples and give them to the king. I am sure he can give many solutions to that.]

Mingyue wanted to ask what Alex would do with it, but then the chariot stopped.

A knock came from the window with a solemn voice.

“Lady Mingyue, we have arrived at Dai Ying City, but there is a problem; the city is locked down now.”

Hearing it, Mingyue frowned. She came out from the chariot and looked at a long queue in front of the city gate.

The door is locked shut, with two people standing guard, managing the crowd.

She then asked her attendant, a man from a humble background, but surprisingly, Mingyue found him to have some potential to become a cultivator, although it’s not to the level of a genius.

“Zan Lu, what happened?”

“I heard one of the family heirs had an accident in the secret realm, so they decided to close the city gate.”

Hearing this, Mingyue frowned.

It didn’t make sense to shut down the city just because she had an accident or even died.

If anything, they would hold a big funeral, placing many strong cultivators and young genius in front, showcasing the family's power to ensure no one had any ideas.

Even though Mingyue is the most talented one, it doesn’t mean there are no other potential geniuses in the family.

The last time she heard, she had a new nephew rumored to have high potential like hers. But they can only confirm her talent as she grows older.

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She then sent a telepathic message ordering Zan Lu to do something.

This made him hesitate, but he had no choice over it.

He walked to the guard at the gate. “My miss wants to go in. Can you open the gate?”

Seeing a commoner dare to ask them this, the guard's anger quickly rose.

“Who do you think you are!?

Don’t you see everyone else also waiting here?

If you want trouble, I can give you some.”

The guard started unsheathing her sword and pointed it at Zan Lu.

Fear started gripping Zan Lu's heart, but Ming Yue's order was absolute. He then started acting despite having a cold sweat.

He put on a strong front, moved closer, and slapped the guard in the face, “Do you know who my Miss is? Can you take responsibility?”

The guard was surprised by Zan Lu's sudden movement.

He was sure Zan Lu was not a cultivator, but his movements were not like those of a commoner at all.

Still, this didn’t deter the guard. If anything, his rage boiled over, flushing his face red, but it only lasted for a moment.

Zan Lu executed the next order from Ming Yue.

He took out a shiny object that looked like a metal box, pointed it at the guard, and pressed the button.

FLASH!

A bright light appeared, surprising everyone at the gate.

It wasn’t just the light, but those with some cultivation could feel there was no qi at all.

This only meant that the one doing this had a cultivation level far above them.

A glossy paper then came out from the object. Zan Lu took it and showed it to the guard.

The paper showed the guard's face with such clarity and detail, one they had never seen before.

"My miss comes from a faraway country to offer some artifacts for the Xueqi family.

If we cannot enter, we will just leave now and offer it to another family.

As for you, guard, your soul has already been recorded now.

Remember, your life is in our hands; we can squish it anytime we want."

The guard quickly fell to his knees. "I am sorry, I am just following my orders, master. Please forgive me."

Being called master by a cultivator stronger than him made Zan Lu feel proud.

He had just started cultivation and was barely in the foundation early stage, just enough to allow him to use a storage ring.

But the guard in front of him, at least he, would have cultivation at the late foundation stage or even core formation.

The only reason he worked as a guard was because he had already exhausted his potential.

Ming Yue sat back into the carriage and let out a chuckle. She already felt a familiar presence coming to the gate.

Creak... the gate then pushed open, and a young cultivator with a handsome face and prestigious aura came out from it.

Jian Feng Xueqi, Mingyue's uncle.

'So old but still so pretentious, as usual.'

She then sent another order to Zan Lu. FLASH!!!

The camera flashed again, this time taking a picture of Jian Feng.

The handsome face was quickly covered with cold sweat, and his expression turned ugly.

He had heard what they talked about before, and even with their close distance, he couldn't feel any qi.

Jian Feng felt the urge to attack the man, but suddenly, he felt a killing intent coming from inside the chariot.

He then bowed his body in respect, "I am sorry for our bad reception, Elder, but you come at a bad time."

A melodious voice came from inside the chariot. "Don't worry, just open the gate. We can talk business then."

Inside, Mingyue was trying her best to hold her laughter.

The killing intent Jian Feng felt was not coming from her but from the soul that Vesa captured.

"Isn't he your uncle? I don't get why you want me to do this," a feminine voice came from inside her mind.