Chapter 59 This pain came in waves, one after another.

The soldiers of the Great Yan Dynasty took pride in their duty; protecting the safety of the Yan Emperor and Empress was the greatest honor of their lives.

The Yan Emperor was the foremost expert of the Great Yan Dynasty; even those lofty sect elders, upon visiting the Great Yan Dynasty and meeting the Yan Emperor, had to pay their respects.

This glory was something no other dynasty could possess.

Because the Yan Emperor had absolute strength.

They believed that under the Yan Emperor's leadership, the Great Yan Dynasty would ascend to greater heights. Even if the Great Yan Dynasty was now a vassal of the sects, they believed that one day the Yan Emperor would lead them out of this predicament and restore their former glory.

"There's an assassin..."

Just then, a shout came from the dwelling place of the god in their hearts, startling them and changing their expressions.

"An assassin! Protect the Yan Emperor and Empress!" The golden-armored soldiers reacted swiftly and immediately rushed toward the Yan Emperor's residence.

"Bang..."

For the Yan Emperor's safety, they couldn't care less. The assassin dared to attempt an assassination on the Yan Emperor in their hearts; they had to capture him and execute him by dismemberment.

The moment they pushed open the door, Lin Fan seized the opportunity to flee without looking back.

At that moment, when the golden-armored soldiers saw the situation inside the room, their previously tense expressions suddenly froze.

The sky was still blue, but dark clouds hung overhead.

"Ah... this, it burns the eyes."

Seeing the Yan Emperor and Empress in such a shameful posture, the golden-armored soldiers' hearts pounded, as if the supreme god in their hearts had suddenly fallen from the altar.

Especially what was in the Yan Emperor's mouth—why were there crystalline drops of liquid dripping from that strange round object?

This... this.

The golden-armored soldiers swallowed their saliva. One of them suddenly came to his senses, and they noticed that the Yan Emperor and Empress were motionless, which seemed odd.

They knew that the Yan Emperor and Empress were highly skilled; it was impossible for an assassin to escape from their hands. Perhaps they had misheard.

And now the Yan Emperor and Empress were frozen in this posture—could they be practicing some kind of technique?

"Quick, close the door, return to your posts, and pretend you didn't see anything," the golden-armored guard said urgently. If the Yan Emperor found out, they might not even know how they died.

Although it had nothing to do with them, the Yan Emperor would never allow anyone to witness such a thing.

...

The golden-armored soldiers returned to their posts, but each looked at the others in bewilderment. The scene they had witnessed today was too shocking.

The Yan Emperor and Empress actually making such an indecent pose.

No, it must be that the Yan Emperor and Empress were practicing some profound technique, that's why.

The golden-armored soldiers began to forcibly rationalize, finding a reasonable excuse for what they had seen. How could they allow the god in their hearts to be like this?

...

At that moment, Lin Fan activated the "Illusory Body Technique," sprinting invisibly all the way back to his small room. Then he lay down on the bed, pulled the covers over his head, and pretended to sleep.

Today's actions were too thrilling. As for the two storage rings, Lin Fan didn't examine them; he needed to calm his racing heart first.

Meanwhile, in the Yan Emperor's room.

The two, maintaining their embarrassing posture, had one minute pass quickly.

"Hmm," the Empress moaned softly, feeling something strange.

When the Empress saw the scene before her, she was so frightened that she let go, and the large blade in her hand clattered to the ground.

"Yan Emperor..." The Empress didn't know what had happened. Suddenly, an unrelenting pain struck her heart.

Her originally rosy complexion instantly turned deathly pale.

"This..." Seeing the condition of her chest, the Empress's mind was in turmoil, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

At that moment, the Yan Emperor also regained consciousness. When he found himself naked and lying on the ground, his face turned ashen. When he tried to speak, he noticed his crotch was swollen, and a wave of pain struck deep into his heart.

The Yan Emperor pulled out the unknown object blocking his mouth, then propped himself up on the ground, veins bulging on his forehead, enduring the inexplicable pain.

What was going on? What had happened? Why had it come to this?

Could it be that some expert had arrived?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. He was at the seventh level of the Lesser Celestial Rank; even a Grand Celestial Rank supreme being could not render him helpless.

Then who was it?

"Ah..." Just then, the Empress could no longer bear the pain and cried out.

"Empress, you..." The Yan Emperor saw the Empress's disheveled clothes, especially the surging waves on her chest, and was stunned.

What was going on?

The golden-armored soldiers outside heard the Empress's voice, exchanged glances, nodded, and rushed inside.

"Don't come in. All of you, withdraw." The Yan Emperor didn't know that the golden-armored soldiers had already entered, but he couldn't let anyone know about the current situation.

"Yes." The golden-armored soldiers nodded and returned to their posts.

"Empress, bear it," the Yan Emperor said tremblingly. He had tried to circulate his true essence to resist, but it was useless.

He hadn't expected the pain to ignore true essence, forcing them to rely solely on their willpower.

Time passed minute by minute. For the Yan Emperor and Empress, each day felt like a year. The pain swept over them in waves, one after another.

What kind of technique could produce such an effect? What kind of expert could break through his True Dragon Imperial Body?

"Yan Emperor, my Phoenix Ring is gone." After enduring the pain, the Empress was horrified to find that the Phoenix Ring on her finger had disappeared.

"What?" The Yan Emperor was startled. The Phoenix Ring was a national treasure of the Great Yan Dynasty, paired with the True Dragon Ring. If it was lost, then everything inside was gone too.

"My True Dragon Ring?" Then the Yan Emperor noticed that the True Dragon Ring on his finger was also missing, and his expression turned grim.

"Who is it? How dare they steal my True Dragon Ring!" The Yan Emperor's heart was bleeding. The True Dragon Ring itself didn't matter, but the collection inside—that was the real loss.

Those were the treasures he had painstakingly collected over the years. How could they just disappear?

The Yan Emperor rose in anger, intending to use a tracking technique to find clues, but when he stood up, the swollen crotch sent another wave of excruciating pain through him.

This pain made even an expert like the Yan Emperor feel that death would be preferable.

"Empress, we return to court. I will use supreme techniques to track down this person." The Yan Emperor trembled, tore open the void with his hand, and pulled the Empress into it.

"Return to court."

The moment the Yan Emperor disappeared, the trembling voice echoed throughout the entire Tianfu Academy.

The dean of Tianfu Academy, who had been excitedly preparing for the Yan Emperor and Empress's visit, was stunned when he heard the announcement.

Why had the Yan Emperor returned? Could there be something wrong with Tianfu Academy?

In the small room, Lin Fan threw off the covers and let out a long sigh of relief.

It seemed the Yan Emperor couldn't find him.

So he could go back to his happy little life, but from now on, he had to be careful.

A seventh-level Lesser Celestial Rank expert was not as simple as he had thought. He didn't know what methods they might have; it was best to be cautious.