Turns Out, I’m In A Villain Clan!

Chapter 612 Visitors from Beyond the Empire

Just as chaos was brewing across the Desolate Heaven Empire, an entirely different scene was unfolding within the Imperial Capital.

The throne war continued to shake countless territories.

The Third Prince was rapidly expanding.

The Fourth Princess and Ninth Princess stood on the verge of conflict.

The First Prince remained hidden while silently accumulating strength.

Every major force within the empire had already become caught within the growing storm.

Yet amidst all of this, three figures leisurely walked through the bustling streets of the capital.

Two of them appeared to be ordinary middle-aged men.

Their clothing was simple.

Their auras were restrained completely.

From the outside, they looked no different from ordinary guards accompanying a wealthy young master.

However, if any true expert were present, they would immediately discover something horrifying.

The surrounding qi unconsciously avoided the two men.

Even space itself seemed strangely stable around them.

As for the young man between them, his appearance was handsome and refined.

He wore luxurious robes embroidered with golden patterns that ordinary cultivators would never dare wear openly.

His expression carried obvious disdain.

As he observed the bustling capital around him, his brows became increasingly furrowed.

"Tsk!"

The young man clicked his tongue.

A look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"This is the capital of the so-called Desolate Heaven Empire?"

His voice carried unconcealed contempt.

"What a backward place."

The nearby pedestrians naturally heard his insult, but judging by his appearance, they knew they could not afford to offend this young master.

Why bother risking their lives for a few words?

In this period of time, everyone knew that the law would be weakest and to rely on that to keep you safe is more like a dream.

The young man continued shaking his head.

"The Qi is thin. The cultivation standards are laughable."

"And these buildings…"

His gaze swept across the magnificent imperial streets.

"They look like villages compared to home."

The two middle-aged men exchanged glances.

Neither appeared surprised by his attitude.

Clearly, they were already accustomed to it.

One of them smiled faintly.

"Young Master, there is no need to lower yourself by comparing this place to our homeland. This empire is merely a remote corner of the Continent."

The other bodyguard nodded.

"Indeed! Once the Young Master completes this mission successfully, your contribution will be immense. By then, your position within the clan will become unshakable."

"For the sake of the bigger picture, I hope the Young Master can endure this hardship."

Hearing those words, the young man's expression softened slightly.

However, it disappeared just as quickly.

His mood still did not improve.

Instead, he snorted coldly.

"Hmph! I know that already. If not for this mission, do you think I would willingly come to such a place?"

His gaze drifted toward the distant Imperial Palace.

A faint look of disgust surfaced once more.

"Forget the Qi. Even the air here feels dirty."

The two bodyguards smiled helplessly.

They could understand his frustration.

After all, compared to the place they came from, the Desolate Heaven Empire truly was insignificant.

Yet the clan's orders were absolute.

No matter how unwilling they were, they still had to complete the task assigned to them.

The young master folded his hands behind his back and continued walking through the capital.

The young master's mood only worsened.

At first, he merely frowned.

Then he began clicking his tongue repeatedly.

Soon afterward, every single thing around him seemed to become an eyesore.

Complaint after complaint poured from his mouth without pause.

The nearby bodyguards remained silent.

Neither bothered responding.

After all, they had accompanied him for many years.

They knew his temperament well.

The more dissatisfied he became, the more he would complain.

Finally—

The young master stopped walking entirely.

"No!"

He waved his hand impatiently.

"I've had enough."

His face was filled with annoyance.

"Walking around this place is exhausting. Go find a carriage."

One of the bodyguards immediately cupped his hands.

"As you command, Young Master!"

Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Meanwhile, the young master remained standing in place.

His expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

The mission was already irritating enough.

Now they had spent days wandering around this backward empire while obtaining almost nothing useful.

Naturally, his patience was rapidly reaching its limit.

After several moments of silence, he suddenly spoke again.

This time, his tone carried obvious irritation.

"Where is that bitch Qin Lingxiao?"

The old bodyguard beside him immediately frowned.

The young master continued speaking without restraint.

"She should know where that place is, right? If she knows, shouldn't we just capture her and interrogate her?"

"Why are we wasting so much time here? Wouldn't that solve everything immediately?"

The old bodyguard nearly laughed from disbelief.

Capture Qin Lingxiao?

Interrogate her?

The young master spoke as though he were discussing some ordinary cultivator.

The old man could only shake his head helplessly.

Who was Qin Lingxiao?

Did he truly think she was some random genius from a small empire?

Someone they could simply seize and question whenever they wished?

If that were possible, their clan would never have sent them here personally.

The old man's gaze became somewhat complicated.

Qin Lingxiao's background alone was enough to make countless major powers think twice.

She herself wasn't someone who could be defeated so easily. Even an empire was destroyed simply because it offended her.

Even within their own clan, many elders would hesitate before provoking her unnecessarily.

Yet this young master casually spoke of capturing and interrogating her.

The old man could only shake his head again.

"Young Master."

His tone became slightly more serious.

"We still don't know her whereabouts."

The young master frowned.

Just then—

The bodyguard who had left earlier returned.

Behind him followed an extremely luxurious carriage pulled by four snow-white spiritual beasts.

The young master's eyes immediately brightened.

Finally! At least something in this empire looked barely acceptable.

Without hesitation, he stepped inside.

As the carriage began moving through the capital streets, the old bodyguard gazed toward the distant horizon.

Soon, the three entered the carriage.

As it slowly moved through the capital streets, the young master lazily leaned against his seat.

For several moments, silence filled the carriage.

Then suddenly, the young master sat upright.

His eyes lit up.

"I've figured it out!"

The two old men immediately looked over.

The young master spoke confidently.

"Looking around aimlessly is useless. We should just ask the locals."

The two old men stared at him.

One of them helplessly replied,

"Young Master, the locals don't know anything. If they knew, someone would have found it long ago."

The young master waved dismissively.

"Nonsense. There are countless people in this empire. Someone must know."

The old man rubbed his forehead.

Before he could speak again, the young master had already issued another order.

"Bring me one."

The two old men exchanged another glance.

Then one of them sighed.

A moment later—

A passerby walking outside suddenly felt an invisible force wrap around him.

He didn't know why, but although he had intended to continue straight ahead, he unknowingly began walking toward a luxurious carriage.

Inside the carriage, the curtain slowly opened.

The young master looked down at him.

The gaze resembled that of a deity looking upon a mortal.

Arrogant.

Indifferent.

Unquestionably superior.

In an irritated tone, he asked:

"You!"

The passerby hurriedly bowed.

"Y-Yes?"

Just from the carriage and the clothes the other party was wearing, he could tell that this was someone of extremely high status.

Someone like him dared not be impolite toward such a person.

The young master crossed his arms.

"Which sect is the strongest in this empire?"

The man didn't even need to think.

"Heaven Sword Sect!"

The answer came instantly.

The young master raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Where is this sect?"

The man immediately pointed toward the distant horizon as he briefly told the general direction.

The young master listened quietly.

Then he nodded.

"Good!"

The passerby secretly sighed in relief.

However, before he could leave, the young master had already turned toward the two old men.

"These lowly people might not have the slightest idea, but wouldn't the strongest sect know? Even if they don't know fully, they should have an idea."

The two old men remained silent.

While they did not necessarily believe the Heaven Sword Sect would know, it was still better to ask a force that had existed in this empire for thousands of years than to continue searching blindly themselves.

Besides, even if they did not know, they could simply have the Heaven Sword Sect help search for it.

A faint smile finally appeared on the young master's face.

"Let's go. To this so-called strongest sect."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"If anyone in this empire knows something, then it should be their Sect Leader."

The carriage immediately changed direction.

Under the watchful eyes of countless confused citizens, it shot into the sky and disappeared toward the north.

Meanwhile, neither the young master nor the two old men noticed that, in a quiet corner of the capital, an old beggar slowly lifted his head.

His cloudy eyes watched the departing carriage.

Then the old beggar lowered his head once more and continued drinking his cheap wine as though nothing had happened.