I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

"..."

Chen Yuan watched her departing figure, and his mind flashed back to the day some days ago, when he was once again influenced by the Absolute Blade.

At that time, the embrace was much like Senior Sister Ling's...

Perhaps for this reason, Chen Yuan eventually agreed to let Wei Jinyu enter the camp and serve as his guard.

However, he also clearly expressed his rejection of the royal marriage granted by the Holy Emperor.

But Wei Jinyu, seemingly inexplicably happy, didn't hear his words, only responding, "Okay, okay."

This was not what Chen Yuan had in mind.

Soon after.

Lu Fang, dressed in a flamboyant Daoist robe, leisurely walked in, looked at Chen Yuan in the hall, scrutinized him for a moment, and then smiled, saying:

"Long time no see, the Young Marquis is as elegant as ever."

Chen Yuan looked at him with a calm expression and asked coldly: "There's one day left until the matter you mentioned before."

Lu Fang chuckled lightly, yet his somewhat youthful face held a pair of fierce eyes that were far beyond his age.

He didn't rush to answer, instead walked to the Taishi Chair and sat down, turning to say:

"That person just now is our Wei Dynasty's Fourteenth Princess, right?"

Chen Yuan looked down at the military books on the table, his tone unchanged:

"You're not from the Wei Dynasty, the term 'our' is inappropriate."

Lu Fang was taken aback, seemingly not expecting him to answer from this angle, he laughed silently:

"Forget it, I didn't come here to discuss the Wei Dynasty or the Princess with you."

"There's good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"

Chen Yuan slightly raised his head, the silver-white long hair on his forehead covering the upper edge of his eyes, looked at the young Daoist: "Good."

"The good news is that the 'Extreme Purity Heaven' ceremony has been advanced, at a quarter past midnight tonight, you can see the 'General'."

Lu Fang revealed a smile on his face, staring at Chen Yuan with great interest, wanting to see his reaction to the news.

To his surprise, there was no reaction.

After a moment of silence.

Lu Fang's smile faded, thinking to himself this was his nephew, otherwise, he would have slapped him.

Despite feeling helpless, he had no choice but to continue:

"The bad news is that according to 'Extreme Purity Heaven' rules, you still need to kill someone to join."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan asked: "Who to kill?"

"Anyone, as long as it is someone close to you."

"Close?"

Lu Fang saw his unchanged expression, shook his head, and sighed:

"Rhetorical question, the one you have to kill would be your kin, such as Chen Taiping, Zhou Wanyi, Zhou Tiance, etc."

"You could also choose Chen Yi, but I don't think that's a good choice—it would result in death."

Lu Fang's lips curled up, continuing: "Or you could kill the princess at the door."

"The Holy Emperor granting her marriage to you naturally qualifies her as your kin."

Chen Yuan's eyes showed slight change, reflecting the image of the young Daoist, with faint traces of azure blue appearing in his eyes.

Seeing his response, Lu Fang then smiled and said: "It seems the Young Marquis is not indifferent to that princess."

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan's gaze grew colder.

"Since it's the rule of 'Extreme Purity Heaven', then I will do it. But I want to know, did you also kill your own kin?"

"Me?"

Lu Fang's smile froze, his aura instantly chilled, even more murderous than Chen Yuan's.

"The Young Marquis is interested? I certainly don't mind."

"You're right, for me to join 'Extreme Purity Heaven', naturally I met 'Extreme Purity Heaven' rules."

"But unlike you, not only did I kill one relative, but I slaughtered my father, brothers, and even uncles!"

The murderous intent in the young Daoist's eyes seemed to become tangible, an invisible pressure enveloped the hall.

Except for the Taishi Chairs under himself and Chen Yuan, all other things instantly shattered quietly.

"At this moment, I'm considering whether to even slaughter my grandfather and nephew, to save them from unnecessary suffering in the world!"

Chen Yuan stared at him intently, discerning the truth of his words.

The answer was true.

Moreover, he noticed that the young Daoist's eyes, filled with murderous intent, were also fixed on him, as if about to strike and kill him at any moment.

"Satisfied with this answer?" Lu Fang asked with a cold tone.

Chen Yuan remained silent.

After a moment.

The icy killing intent on the young Daoist's face suddenly dissipated, and he said with a smile:

"I think someone as heartless and ruthless as the Marquis would be willing to sacrifice the life of a friend or family member to join the 'Pure Heaven', wouldn't you?"

Looking at Chen Yuan's indifferent expression, the young Daoist smiled knowingly, bowed, and said:

"But there's no need to rush. You can decide after meeting the 'General' tonight."

"Before midnight tonight, I will come to fetch the Marquis. Please be ready by then!"

As he finished speaking, the figure of the young Daoist slowly faded away, leaving behind a piece of talisman paper with intricate red characters that slowly floated down.

As it touched the ground, the talisman paper instantly burned, turning into ashes, a faint burnt smell wafting through the tent.

Chen Yuan silently watched the heap of ashes, his hand unconsciously resting on the Wan Jun Blade.

"The life of a loved one...?"

In his mind, Chen Yuan recalled his childhood companion, Chen Yi, flashed scenes of his parents Chen Taiping and Zhou Wanyi, Chen Fan, Zhou Tiance, and Ling Yinrong...

Senior Sister Ling...

Time seemed to return to that rainy night when he and Ling Yinrong were pursued by the Southern Barbarian Sect's shaman.

Carefree and straightforward Senior Sister Ling, blood at the corner of her mouth, looked at him, smiling through her tears, saying "Live on."

So, the people of 'Pure Heaven' want him to take the life of Senior Sister Ling to join them?

At this thought.

The silver-white hair behind Chen Yuan's head began to move without wind, his clear, cold eyes gaining a hint of dark blue.

Accompanied by an instant suffusion of murderous intent in the hall, tendrils of dark blue sword intent spread from beneath him, slowly crystallizing into a layer of shimmering frost on the carpet's fibers.

—Kill him!

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill them!"

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Yuan reined in his killing intent.

Looking at the now completely empty camp, he slowly released his grip on the Wan Jun Blade.

Perhaps he needed someone who could truly be called a "family member"...

Chen Yuan glanced outside the main hall, faintly catching a glimpse of Wei Jinyu's silhouette.

Perhaps Chou Long would be a good choice, considering he failed at the "Dragon Gate"...

With that thought.

Chen Yuan stood up and left, heading towards the Kyoto Prefecture.

After he departed, Chen Ke appeared on the roof of the main hall, watching his back disappear in thought.

"Since when did the Marquis have ties with the Yuhua Immortal Sect's Daoists?"

...

In the meantime, a figure dressed in a blue long robe, "Chen Yuan," appeared outside the Duke Jingye Mansion.

She looked at the curious gazes from passersby, then smiled with cool disdain, and knocked directly on the Duke Jingye Mansion's gate.

"Young Marquis, why have you returned?"

The family servant inside quickly let him in and took a quick glance outside before asking:

"Didn't Butler Chen Ke come back with you?"

"Chen Yuan" replied with a nasal "hmm" and then, with a very strange voice, asked:

"Is Grandfather in the mansion?"

The servant slightly raised his head, only using the corner of his eye to look at him, and answered, "Master is in the back garden. I will go report at once."

"No need to trouble yourself, I... this Marquis can go alone."

After saying this, "Chen Yuan" bypassed the shadow wall at the entrance and walked straight toward the depths of the courtyard.

The servant suspiciously watched her back, feeling that something was off with the Young Marquis today.

The Young Marquis, who usually walked with a dragon's stride, now seemed so awkwardly hesitant?

Just as he was wondering, the mansion's door was knocked again.

Without thinking much, the servant rushed to open the door: "Who is it? Please wait a moment, I'm coming."

When he opened the door and saw who it was, he stood frozen, eyes widening as he pointed at the visitor, stammering:

"You, I, aren't you... the Young Marquis?!"

How did one Marquis come in first, and then another one appear...

Good heavens, two Young Marquises?!