Chapter 673: Purple Forest Manor

The arrival of Yu Yao's carriage caused a great commotion, and the surrounding war chariots hastily retreated, as if fleeing in panic.

"No wonder the Yu family is one of the nine ancient clans; they are truly extraordinary." Yang Tian clicked his tongue in amazement. These people were all proud and arrogant, yet they showed such deference, illustrating the fearsomeness of the Yu family.

The jade carriage swept across the sky, stirring up a gust of wind as it rushed forward.

Ahead lay a magnificent and vast manor, with purple clouds swirling in the sky. Though it was night, the place was extremely resplendent, with auspicious rays rising into the air.

When the jade carriage arrived, the two old men at the gate did not even inspect it and directly let it pass. Clearly, Yu Yao was a frequent visitor here.

Yang Tian marveled to himself, muttering, "I suspect that Ningxue, holding the Star Token, went to the Star River Sect and obtained a great opportunity, likely even becoming a disciple there."

How precious was the supreme token of the Star River Sect? Otherwise, Yang Tian would not have easily handed it over back then; he had kept it for future use.

He smiled and walked toward the manor ahead. Along the way, he drew many surprised glances. This was no ordinary place; without a formidable backing, one could not even enter the main gate.

"Not even having a carriage, and yet you dare to come here? You really don't know your place." As a red carriage passed by, a mocking voice rang out.

"Haha, that's what makes him unique and eye-catching." Another somewhat harsh voice sounded.

Hearing this, Yang Tian snorted lightly. His gaze fell on the departing carriage, but he showed no anger and continued walking toward the Purple Forest Manor.

"Young friend, this place is not for just anyone. I advise you to leave early to avoid disaster." An old man, seeing Yang Tian approach, warned him.

"Old sir, I was invited here, not an accidental intruder." Rubbing his nose, Yang Tian felt a headache; without a guide, entering was no easy matter.

"Oh? Then tell me who invited you. Do you have any proof of identity?" The old man was very kind, speaking unhurriedly.

Yang Tian could tell that the surrounding powerful youths were very respectful to these two old men, indicating they were no ordinary experts.

"Well..." Yang Tian scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said, "I don't know her name, only that she is a woman in white."

"You little rascal, are you deliberately toying with us?" The old man behind was displeased, shaking his sleeves in dissatisfaction.

"A woman in white..." A gleam of light flashed in the kind old man's eyes as he looked at Yang Tian, uncertain. Just as he was about to speak, a mocking voice rang out.

"Who do I think it was?" It was a massive bronze war chariot, adorned with various beast carvings, each seeming alive and exuding a terrifying aura.

"It's someone from the Nether God Sea. Could Ming Ye be here too?" Some youths stopped, their eyes fixed on the chariot as they murmured among themselves.

"Probably him. The aura inside is very frightening." A woman nodded, a look of fear in her eyes.

The bronze chariot swept through the air, radiating immense divine might. Ming Ye showed no restraint, directly pressing down on Yang Tian.

Yang Tian remained unmoved, his robes fluttering. Unaffected by the pressure, he fixed his gaze on the chariot ahead, a cold smile forming in his heart.

"Eh? Who is this person? How terrifying. Even a peak Great Power might not withstand this aura." Someone behind exclaimed in surprise. This person looked only about twenty; could he be an Emperor-level expert?

A cold light shot from Ming Ye's eyes. He snorted lightly, and the bronze chariot's aura instantly became more terrifying, like a behemoth hovering in the sky, ready to crush Yang Tian.

"Do you really take me for a pushover?" With the repeated provocations, anger surged in Yang Tian's heart.

The two old men exchanged glances, unsure what to do. The other party was from the Nether God Sea, so they could not easily intervene. As long as Yang Tian had not entered, they had no reason to interfere.

"An Emperor bullying a Great Power—how utterly disgraceful..." Just then, a mocking voice slowly echoed through the air.

The crowd began to stir. Ming Ye was no ordinary figure; he was a prodigy of the Nether God Sea, rarely matched among his peers, with terrifying influence that even the Alchemy Alliance dared not provoke.

In the distance, a young man about Yang Tian's age walked slowly, his steps unhurried, his smiling eyes fixed on Yang Tian.

"It's him!" Seeing this person, a look of surprise appeared in Yang Tian's eyes. It was Xuan Yuan Mu; he hadn't expected to meet him here.

At the same time, he was shocked. The other had seen through his disguise at a glance, which was no small feat. Even Ming Ye hadn't noticed.

"This person seems to be Xuan Yuan Mu, the genius of the Force Clan." Someone recognized him.

"Tsk tsk, even an ancient clan has been stirred. This gathering is truly lively. It seems everyone is here for that goddess." People marveled.

"Hmph!" A snort came from the bronze chariot. Ming Ye suppressed his anger. The Force Clan was no ordinary family; even the Nether God Sea dared not provoke them.

"You're lucky. Hope you live well." A cold, murderous voice reached Yang Tian's ears. In Ming Ye's eyes, anyone who stood in the way of pursuing the mysterious woman was a stumbling block to be eliminated.

"Thanks for the kind words." Yang Tian smiled as his gaze fell on the chariot that was about to disappear from sight.

The bronze chariot visibly trembled, as if a terrifying aura was about to burst forth, but it did not press down.

"I knew you were fine." Xuan Yuan Mu looked at Yang Tian with a smile and asked, "How did you end up here? And you've caught Ming Ye's attention—he's no good."

"It's a long story." Shrugging, Yang Tian asked in surprise, "How did you recognize me? My concealment technique isn't bad, is it?"

"Hehe, your concealment is indeed powerful, enough to fool some Emperors. But I have some divine eye techniques, so I could see through it." Xuan Yuan Mu grinned.

"I see." Yang Tian nodded. Being able to see through his concealment meant Xuan Yuan Mu's cultivation had likely reached the quasi-Emperor level.

"Let's go in together. I heard a mysterious woman is here." With that, Xuan Yuan Mu and Yang Tian walked inside.

The two old men did not stop them; they even cupped their hands and nodded respectfully.

"What exactly is the origin of that woman? Quite a few people have come this time." Yang Tian was secretly amazed. Even figures from ancient clans had been attracted, further confirming his suspicions.

"Very mysterious. I don't know much either, but her strength is said to be formidable." A hint of seriousness flashed in Xuan Yuan Mu's eyes.

Then he smiled, "There's a trading session this time with rare treasures. Many of the attendees are outstanding young talents from the top forces in the Central Region."

Yang Tian also noticed that inside the Purple Forest Manor, there were not only humans but also many powerful members of the demon race. The men were extraordinary, the women elegant and refined. None were weak; all were renowned geniuses.

The manor was filled with extremely rich essence, with many auspicious beasts leaping about and several spiritual lakes. It was an excellent place.

"The Purple Forest Manor is a place of ceasefire, holding a very high status in the Central Region. Its owner is very mysterious..." Along the way, Xuan Yuan Mu kept explaining.

Ahead, the aroma of various meats and wines wafted over. Yang Tian clicked his tongue in amazement. The owner, disregarding the presence of demon race members, was roasting and cooking various exotic beasts—truly fearsome.

As Yang Tian's gaze moved, it gradually fell on a young man in white. A smile involuntarily curled on his face. His eyes then shifted to the blue-clad woman beside him.

"This guy is here too." Yang Tian smiled. It was Shangguan Hao and his little girlfriend.

There were quite a few familiar faces at this gathering. Yang Tian continued to scan the surroundings, hoping to meet more acquaintances.

Just as his gaze moved, a commotion arose in the distance, and the crowd surged forward.

A woman in white, like an immortal, walked gracefully. She was tall and slender, with straight, long legs and a snow-white neck as elegant as a swan's. Her eyes shimmered with a hazy divine light, radiating a captivating glance.

Her appearance immediately drew the crowd of young talents, like stars surrounding the moon, making her even more extraordinary.