He roared, "Since you dare to come to my Jinluo City's territory, then I'll make sure you don't leave alive. I'll kill you first, then break the agreement with China, infiltrate Yanjing, and slaughter your entire family..."
Jin Zhihuan was about to leave when Jin Wenhong stepped forward and stopped him, saying, "Brother, please calm down."
"Why are you stopping me?" Jin Zhihuan roared.
“Ye Xingchen went to all this trouble just to provoke you. He’s waiting for you at Giant Spirit Peak, who knows what kind of scheme he’s plotting.” Jin Wenhong said, “If you go there, it’ll be like you’ve fallen into his trap.”
"Then what am I to do? He has killed my only son, and the Jin family line is extinguished." Jin Zhihuan roared, "I have no face to meet my father in the afterlife, and even less face to face the former Qing imperial family..."
“If I don’t kill Ye Xingchen, I won’t be able to quell the anger in my chest… Besides, he’s challenging me now. If I don’t go out, everyone in Jinluo City will think I’m afraid of Ye Xingchen.”
“Brother, Ye Xingchen must be killed, but let’s find out the situation first,” Jin Wenhong said. “Besides, you are the city lord and a descendant of the royal family, so you don’t have to do everything yourself.”
“Yes, Second Brother is right.” Jin Yong’an took a step forward: “Ye Xingchen cut through Giant Spirit Peak with a single sword strike. His strength is probably no less than that of Eldest Brother.”
“You are the backbone of Jinluo City, the spiritual leader of its 30,000 citizens. If something happens to you, Jinluo City will inevitably be taken over by someone else. No one can guarantee what will happen then. Is this what you want to see, brother?”
Jin Zhihuan closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. When he opened his eyes, the golden pupils in his eyes had disappeared.
He had calmed down now. Yes, Ye Xingchen was deliberately trying to provoke him.
If he were to disregard his status and challenge Ye Xingchen to a duel now, he would truly have lost.
"My mind is in turmoil right now." Jin Zhihuan exhaled a heavy breath, trying to calm himself down: "Second brother, third brother, what do you think we should do now?"
“Let my second brother and I go and scout out the situation first, and then issue a bounty. Jinluo City has no shortage of experts. We have 30,000 soldiers and civilians in Jinluo City. Are we afraid of Ye Xingchen?” Yong’an said.
"That's right. I heard he only sent four people. Heh, four people think they can overwhelm my 30,000-strong Jinluo City?" Jin Wenhong sneered. "Isn't Ye Xingchen being a bit too delusional?"
"Hello, you two, go scout ahead." Jin Zhihuan nodded: "Pass on my order: in Jinluo City, anyone who can bring Ye Xingchen's head to me will be granted the surname Jin and will become the fourth city lord of Jinluo City."
"Understood." The two nodded slightly, then turned and left.
As soon as the news was sent out, the entire city of Jinluo was thrown into chaos.
The three city lords of Jinluo City hold extremely high positions, and the Jin surname is that of a descendant of the royal family. If one could be granted the surname Jin and become the fourth city lord, it would represent an unparalleled status, and the entire city of Jinluo is now in an uproar.
On the city wall, Jin Wenhong and Jin Yong'an stood at the highest point, looking at Juling Peak, thirty kilometers away.
Meanwhile, the bounty had already been issued, and with such a generous reward, brave men were sure to emerge. People were already starting to leave the city and head towards Misty Hidden Mountain.
Most of these people were outlaws, but there were also some martial arts masters, sorcerers, and even superhumans.
Jinluo City is a place that embraces all rivers; those who can survive in this place are mostly ruthless individuals.
These people were there for two reasons: first, they wanted the surname Jin and the position of city lord; second, they were curious about Ye Xingchen.
They wanted to see what kind of person dared to challenge Jinluo City all by himself.
In less than an hour, six groups of people had left the city. The strong went out alone to challenge, while the weaker ones banded together. In short, they all had the same goal: to kill Ye Xingchen.
Jin Wenhong placed his hands on the city wall and turned his gaze to an urn hanging directly in front of it.
All sorts of things were hanging on the walls of Jinluo City.
There are the weapons of the strong, and the bones of the challengers.
From the moment it was built, Jinluo City was destined to be an extraordinary place. Many powerful individuals poured into the city in an endless stream, all in an attempt to challenge this transcendent existence.
If they succeed, everything in Jinluo City will belong to them, and they will also gain a reputation as powerful figures.
Unfortunately, no one has ever succeeded in all these years.
The urn that Jin Wenhong could see was Ye Jinyu's ashes.
More than twenty years have passed, and the vermilion ash and red paint have all worn away, leaving it looking mottled and worn.
However, the line of text above still inspires fear.
"Ye Jinyu of China has fallen in Luoyang."
These few large characters carry a weight and awe that no other fallen powerhouse can match.
"Second brother, what are you thinking about?" Jin Yong'an also withdrew his gaze. He looked at Jin Wenhong and, following the other's gaze, seemed to understand.
"I'm wondering, what kind of person is Ye Jinyu's son that he dares to challenge my Jinluo City just like his father?" Jin Hongwen sneered.
"Like father, like son," Jin Yong'an sighed. "The Ye family father and son are truly blessed. In the past twenty years, the only people who dared to challenge Jinluo City were Ye Jinyu and Ye Xingchen."
“Yes, Ye Jinyu was someone who caused our Red Sleeve Army heavy losses back then. In the end, the three of us had to personally step in to subdue him. It’s a pity that this person cannot be used by our Jinluo City. Otherwise, our Jinluo City could be guaranteed to be worry-free for the next thirty years.” Jin Wenhong nodded.
“Ye Jinyu is different; he has his own beliefs, so he can't possibly be used by us. But this Ye Xingchen…” Jin Yong’an paused for a moment, “What does Second Brother think?”
"Heh... I'm afraid that's even more impossible. His father died at our hands. He and the three city lords are locked in a life-or-death struggle. How could he possibly be of any use to us?" Jin Wenhong laughed.
"It's a pity that such a powerful being cannot be used by us." Jin Yong'an shook his head, his face full of regret.
"Third brother, you seem to feel sorry for Ye Xingchen?" Jin Wenhong turned to look at him. "And I've always felt that you look preoccupied. Why don't you tell your second brother what you're worried about?"
"Second brother, I'm worried about the future of Jinluo City." Jin Yong'an hesitated for a moment, then sighed.
"The future of Jinluo City?" Jin Wenhong turned to look at him.
"With Jin Xiang gone, the Jin family line is essentially extinct. Although there are many descendants of the former Qing dynasty imperial family who are of the same bloodline, Jin Luocheng is different. Jin Luocheng was created by my eldest brother."
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