Invincible Soul Emperor

Jiang Qi saw the seemingly ordinary stone and was instantly furious.

He suddenly stood up from the petal bath, water splashing everywhere, his voice filled with intense anger and dissatisfaction.

"How could this be our Clan’s Guardian Stone! That damned Xue Wei, after being caught, just wanted to give me a useless stone to fool me!"

He swung his hand and smashed the stone hard onto the ground, the stone rolling a few times, making a clear collision sound.

Jiang Qi’s face grew increasingly gloomy, his gaze as sharp as a blade, staring at the guard.

"Are you sure this is what Xue Wei’s guard gave you?"

The guard was terrified by Jiang Qi’s anger, his body slightly trembling, not daring to meet his eyes.

He quickly replied, "Yes, Saint Heir. That guard said this is what they got from Xue Wei, the Clan’s Guardian Stone."

Jiang Qi sneered, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes: "How can the Clan’s Guardian Stone be such an ordinary stone? Xue Wei, do you think I would be so easily fooled by you?"

He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, as if controlling the fury within his heart.

Then, he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself: "It seems the problems of the Xue Family are more complex than I imagined. This matter must be thoroughly investigated."

Jiang Qi waved to the guard: "Go, take this stone down, send someone to investigate the situation over at the Xue Family. I want to know the whereabouts of the real Clan’s Guardian Stone."

The guard quickly nodded, picked up the stone from the ground, and cautiously retreated out.

Within the grand hall, Jiang Qi’s gaze became profound, calculating his next move.

The maids nearby noticed Jiang Qi’s extreme anger and immediately sensed the seriousness of the situation.

They swiftly walked to Jiang Qi’s side, wearing an enchanting yet caring smile.

They gently approached, using their soft palms to caress Jiang Qi’s shoulders and back, attempting to soothe him with a tender touch.

One maid spoke softly: "Saint Heir, please don’t be angry. Such matters, we can definitely handle. Your fury is too precious to us, we absolutely don’t want to see you troubled by this."

Another maid handed a satin-like soft towel into Jiang Qi’s hand, gently wiping the water drops from his body.

While lowering her head, she said in a delicate voice, "Saint Heir, although such matters are infuriating, please try to remain calm. We will do our utmost to help you resolve the issues."

Their actions were elegant and meticulous, simultaneously soothing Jiang Qi’s emotions with gentle words and intimate gestures to relieve the fury in his heart.

Their care slightly softened the atmosphere of the grand hall.

Jiang Qi snorted coldly, his gaze carrying a trace of dissatisfaction. He looked at the maids, with a mix of sarcasm in his tone: "If only Qin Yue could be as sensible as you, that would be great. Your cleverness and intelligence, I do appreciate."

The disdain and anger in his tone were completely exposed, clearly feeling extreme disappointment with Qin Yue’s lack of action.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the cliff within the Jiang Ancient Clan.

Moonlight spilled like a silver blanket, casting itself into a tranquil corner. The cliff overlooked the valley, where a distant sight of mountain ranges and gentle lake ripples could vaguely be seen.

At the cliff’s edge stood an ancient tree, its trunk thick and twisted, its canopy vast like an umbrella, shielding the scene below.

Under the ancient tree, a delicate wine table was placed on a circular stone slab, a green silk cloth spread upon the stone table.

The silk cloth was soft, shimmering with a sheen, complementing the several bottles of fine wine on the table, the fragrance of the wine curling into the air.

A set of ancient-styled wine sets adorned the table, carved with exquisite patterns, seemingly narrating the tales of time.

The crystal-clear wine cups were filled with golden wine liquid, reflecting light waves.

Beside them were several small dishes, neatly arranged, colorful and appetizing. The entire scene was adorned by moonlight, dream-like and surreal, as if entering an immortal realm.

Sitting by this wine table was a woman of enduring charm.

She wore a deep purple long robe, embroidered with intricate gold thread patterns, giving an especially noble appearance.

In the moonlight, the robe exuded a faint glow, elegantly flowing to the ground.

Her hair, waterfall-like, draped over her shoulders, streaked with wisps of white amidst the black, gently swaying with the breeze, resembling leaves falling in autumn.

The woman’s face, though marked by the traces of time, her gaze still shone with wisdom and depth accumulated over the years.

She sat gracefully at the wine table, holding a cup of fine wine in her hand, the wine slightly swaying, causing ripples within the cup.

She gently brought the wine cup close to her lips, savoring it delicately, the fragrance of the wine spreading across her lips and teeth, as if engaging in a spiritual dialogue with the fine wine.

Her expression carried a touch of contemplation and distant nostalgia, occasionally lowering her head to look at the wine cup in her hand, sometimes gazing at the distant night sky, seemingly tracing the timeline of her life.

The surrounding scenery was serene and beautiful, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, creating a soft sound, stars scattered across the night sky, moonlight casting a gentle glow upon her, adorning her face with a layer of soft radiance.

Her gaze occasionally looked out over the valley, sometimes lowering to savor the wine, as if finding a tranquil and peaceful inner self in this quiet night.

Beside the wine table, on the ground, a layer of fine white sand was spread, moonlight shining upon the sand surface, as if stars had fallen to the ground.

In such a scene, she seemed isolated from the world, accompanied only by the ancient tree’s shadows, gentle moonlight, and the wine cup in her hand.

Her thoughts wandered in the aroma of the wine, immersed in memories and emotions, enjoying the rare peace and tranquility.

The woman gently placed the wine cup down, the golden liquid in the cup reflecting a faint light under the moon.

In the next moment, her fingers lightly trembled, as if savoring the aftertaste of the fine wine.

Her actions were gentle and graceful, displaying her years of composure and calmness.

After setting down the wine cup, she lightly raised her head, her gaze turning to the empty place behind her.

The shadows of the ancient tree behind her cast dappled light and shade, as moonlight pierced through the gaps between leaves, creating patches of mottled light on the ground.

The surrounding wind gently blew, branches swaying in the breeze, producing a soft, rustling sound.

The entire scene appeared exceptionally tranquil and serene, as if time had stalled at this moment.

Her gaze was as calm as a deep pool, seeming to see through all illusions and realities.

The woman’s voice was low yet distinct, carrying a trace of undeniable authority, directly addressing the empty place: "Since you’re here, show yourself."

Her tone was calm yet filled with determination, as if she had long anticipated the arrival of the hidden visitor behind her.