Chapter 27: The Prince of Iron Cloud

"You only see the benefits, but not the drawbacks. Before the cleanup of the sect, there were too many traitors. If the news leaks, it won't just be about our cultivation; our ultimate techniques might become weapons for our enemies." Wu Yunliang said calmly, "Before everything is settled... under no circumstances should it be leaked. You should also create a set of ambiguous steps to confuse..."

"Yes." Meng Chaoran felt a chill. The fact that Wu Yunliang said this indicated that the situation at Tianwailou had become extremely serious. This was enough to prove that his previous assumptions were still too optimistic.

Who to confuse? No one outside knew, and only a few of the second senior brother's disciples knew. But they still needed to confuse...

"Also, how did Chu Yang manage to cultivate the Seven Yin Absolute Spirit Palm to produce the extreme cold energy? This is indeed surprising. However, don't let him relax." Wu Yunliang pondered and slowly said, "Once he reaches a certain level, let him enter the Seven Yin Gathering Place to enhance his cultivation!"

"Although your disciple is a prodigy, his current power is still too low and can't be of much use for now. You should keep this in mind."

Meng Chaoran nodded, lost in thought.

"Little Brother Meng, I had a plan before. I thought that Shi Qianshan, with his deep scheming, would be a suitable candidate. But now it seems that Shi Qianshan is not up to the task. But this Chu Yang..." Wu Yunliang smiled, "I have great plans for him."

"Great plans?" Meng Chaoran's eyebrows raised, his eyes becoming sharp.

"Even in Iron Cloud, we have no foundation. The sect needs someone to infiltrate Iron Cloud and act as a secret agent." Wu Yunliang said solemnly, "Chu Yang, judging by his performance today, would undoubtedly be a suitable candidate. Why not use him as a hidden pawn?"

Meng Chaoran was stunned, silent for a long time. After a while, he said, "This is undoubtedly a good opportunity, but it is also extremely dangerous. Each of these countries is full of experts. If discovered, it would be a disaster. Chu Yang is still young, so I hope you, Senior Brother, will consider this carefully..."

"Without experiencing storms, how can one become talented?" Wu Yunliang said, "Always fighting with our backs against the wall, not taking great risks, how can we achieve the greatest gains? So you can rest assured on one point: other disciples can be exposed, but Chu Yang will not be exposed!"

After finishing, Wu Yunliang called to Kong Jingfeng, and the two bid farewell to Meng Chaoran and left.

Their long figures slowly disappeared. Meng Chaoran stood in front of the Purple Bamboo Garden, feeling melancholic. The three figures looked somewhat heavy.

Meng Chaoran sighed deeply, his eyes filled with worry, muttering, "Senior Brother, some things... cannot be accomplished by the power of Tianwailou alone. Between the two countries, a mere Tianwailou... what can it do? Taking desperate measures is a last resort, and fighting with our backs against the wall is a great taboo. One misstep, and it could be a disaster... I hope we don't end up making things worse. Tianwailou can no longer afford such a great upheaval..."

Meng Chaoran vaguely sensed that a huge whirlpool was forming in this world, and Tianwailou was right at the center of this whirlpool, always on the brink of destruction...

And this whirlpool was being fueled by Tianwailou itself, even with all its efforts...

Within the three thousand miles of the Lower Three Days, three countries stood in a tripod. Beyond that, they were far from the scope of the conflict.

Among these three countries, the Great Zhao Empire, living up to its name, had the most extensive territory. It was vast and populous, dominating one region and gradually expanding its influence. It had a momentum of unifying the world.

The other two countries were Iron Cloud and Wuji. Although they were also powerful, they were far inferior to the Great Zhao. The Great Zhao's target for expansion was precisely them.

Territorial disputes frequently erupted along the borders of the three countries.

At this moment, in the capital of Iron Cloud, Iron Cloud City, four people on horseback, covered in dust, stood still. One middle-aged man, two young men, and a girl with a black veil.

All four had bloodstains on their bodies.

They looked at each other, and the middle-aged man exhaled deeply, "Finally here. Qianqian, how are you?" His voice conveyed a sense of relief.

"I'm fine." Wu Qianqian's eyes showed fatigue, and she shook her head.

"This time out, the interceptions were too many. Our movements should have been secret; this shouldn't have happened. It's quite unusual." This middle-aged man was the master of the ninth peak, Tayan Peak, of Tianwailou, Bao Kuanglei.

Bao was a relatively rare surname.

Bao Kuanglei was a disciple of Wu Yunliang's generation, known for his bravery and strategy. He was steady and daring, meticulous in his actions, and his character did not match his explosive name.

"Regardless, we're finally here." Wu Qianqian smiled. The four exchanged glances, tacitly agreeing that there must be a traitor in the sect, and one of high rank!

"Let's enter the city." Bao Kuanglei's expression darkened, then he rallied his spirits and waved his hand.

Following the crowd into the city, they turned several times and arrived at a palace. The silver doorplate shone with three golden characters: Qianqiu Mansion.

Qianqiu Mansion was the residence of the Crown Prince of Iron Cloud. The Crown Prince of Iron Cloud lived here.

After being announced, the four entered Qianqiu Mansion and were led to the main hall by a servant.

In the center, a comfortable chair sat a youth with a jade-like demeanor, dressed in a soft yellow robe, leaning back and holding a book, seemingly engrossed in reading. His long eyebrows reached his temples, his face like a crown of jade, and a purple jade crown held his black hair.

This youth was somewhat thin, looking frail and delicate, almost weak. His wrist holding the book was slender and dry but steady.

His face exuded a gentle aura, looking peaceful and reassuring, even weak, making one want to protect him. But once you approached, you would feel that this gentle and peaceful youth, even when sitting still, gave off an aura like the bright moon in the sky, unreachable!

It seemed that the power of life and death in the entire world was in the hands of this frail and dry youth!

After the servant announced them, the youth put down his book, slowly turned his head, and looked at the four with a smile that melted the ice, saying gently, "You have traveled far and endured much. Please, take a seat."

Bao Kuanglei bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your hospitality." He led Wu Qianqian and the others to sit down.

This youth was none other than the Crown Prince of Iron Cloud, Tie Butian.

At this moment, his eyes swept over the four, and he suddenly smiled, his long eyebrows raising, a subtle killing aura emanating from him. He said calmly, "Was the journey not peaceful?"

"Indeed, the interceptions were frequent and dangerous at every step." Bao Kuanglei sat steadily. They were sect members, not part of the court, so they didn't need to bow to the Crown Prince.

However, Xue Yemeng and Qin Moshang were somewhat nervous.

"Ha ha... It seems someone is working behind the scenes." Tie Butian smiled faintly, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he stood with his hands behind his back, saying slowly, "But rest assured, such things will not happen in Iron Cloud, not even once!"

Although he was thin and not very tall, when he stood with his hands behind his back, his long eyebrows raised, and his eyes swept over them, he exuded an aura of supreme authority! It seemed that with this stance, he had the entire world under his feet!

Bao Kuanglei was shaken. He finally understood his Senior Brother's decision. Just by the aura of this Crown Prince of Iron Cloud, he was undoubtedly a great hero!