Started from listening to music in the brothel and earned billions of bad people

Just as Li Xingyun and Yuan Tiangang were leisurely strolling towards the Prince of Qin's mansion, a servant suddenly bolted out of a narrow path like a frightened bird. His expression was incredibly panicked, as if something terrifying was chasing him. And his target was clear: he was running straight towards Li Xingyun and Yuan Tiangang!

"Haha..." Li Xingyun's lips curled up slightly at the sight, revealing a faint smile. He seemed to have anticipated this sudden scene and slowly stopped. Meanwhile, Yuan Tiangang, standing beside him, did the same. He stared expressionlessly at the frantic servant, a subtle hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

With Li Xingyun and Yuan Tiangang both having reached the Transcendence Realm, how could such an obvious action by this young man possibly escape their perception? However, they did not immediately expose the young man's intentions, but instead quietly watched him approach step by step.

Not long after, the servant ran to a position about ten meters in front of Li Xingyun, panting, and then, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away, he knelt on his knees with a thud, pressed his head tightly against the ground, his body still shaking.

"I greet… greet His Highness the Prince of Qin!" The servant's voice was filled with fear. He was clearly terrified of Li Xingyun. After all, Li Xingyun was already the crown prince, yet his master still wanted him to address him as the Prince of Qin. Wasn't this a clear invitation to his own death?

"King Qin?" Li Xingyun sneered. His expression did not change at all because of the servant's address. He just looked at the servant with a cold look and asked slowly.

"Which family's servant are you from? What do you want from me?" Li Xingyun looked at the servant in front of him expressionlessly and asked in a cold tone.

The servant trembled all over and answered nervously: "Reply...Reply to His Highness the Prince of Qin, I...I am a doorman at the Prince of Youzhou's mansion. I am here to deliver a letter to His Highness the Prince of Qin..." under the order of the Prince of Youzhou! His voice trembled a little, and he was obviously intimidated by Li Xingyun's aura.

Li Xingyun's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a half-smile: "A letter? Haha... You don't come to court, but you have time to write me a letter." There was a hint of sarcasm in his words, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the behavior of King Youzhou.

When the servant heard Li Xingyun's words, his face turned pale with fear, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He had no idea how to respond to Li Xingyun's questioning, and his heart was in a state of panic.

Seeing this, Li Xingyun didn't want to make things difficult for the servant, so he said, "Bring it here!" Although his voice was still cold, it was much softer than before.

The servant nodded as if he had been pardoned and replied, "Yes... yes!" He immediately knelt down and moved his body on his knees, slowly approaching Li Xingyun, then carefully took out a letter from his arms and respectfully presented it to Li Xingyun with both hands.

Seeing this, Li Xingyun stretched out his right hand and lightly hooked his fingers. The letter seemed to be held up by an invisible hand, floating up from the servant's palm and slowly flew in front of him.

The surface of the letter is adorned with gold and silver threads, which interplay with each other and exude an incomparably luxurious luster. Such an exquisite letter was clearly not something that ordinary people could afford, and its price must have been very high. Furthermore, the opening of the letter is sealed with beeswax, apparently to prevent it from being opened during delivery.

Li Xingyun's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. His eyes fell on the servant in front of him, and he thought to himself, "This servant must be just an ordinary servant. Li Xinghu doesn't seem to be very confident in him!"

With a gentle flick of his wrist, Li Xingyun's letter slowly unfolded in mid-air, as if an invisible hand had carefully unveiled its mysterious veil. Like a scroll, the letter slowly unfolded before Li Xingyun, its contents gradually revealing themselves to him.

"Old Thirteen! The King and Old Six are waiting for you at the Divine Martial Arena. Come on your own. We brothers can handle this between ourselves!" These few words struck Li Xingyun's heart like a hammer. He gazed at the flamboyant handwriting on the letter and the signature, "Li Xinghu, King of Youzhou," and a complex wave of emotions welled up in his heart.

Li Xingyun felt a mixture of emotions. He had never imagined that the day of fratricide would actually come. He couldn't help but sigh, a sigh filled with helplessness and sadness, as if the whole world had become gloomy and dark at that moment.

His eyes gradually grew lonely, filled with deep disappointment and heartache. However, behind this loneliness, there was a hint of determination. He slowly raised his head, looked at Yuan Tiangang, and said, "You go back by yourself. I'll go to Shenwutai and put this matter to rest!"

"Your Highness, you absolutely cannot do this!" Yuan Tiangang said solemnly, "The King of Youzhou and the King of Dongzhou actually dared to invite you over. They must be absolutely certain of their plans. They might even have set a trap, waiting for you to fall into! You are a precious creature, you absolutely cannot take such risks lightly!"

However, Li Xingyun smiled indifferently and raised his hand to interrupt Yuan Tiangang: "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." His tone was firm and confident, and he seemed not afraid of this Hongmen Banquet.

Yuan Tiangang grew increasingly anxious upon seeing this, but he also knew that once Li Xingyun made a decision, it would be difficult to change it. He sighed helplessly and said, "Your Highness, you must be very careful! The risks involved are simply too great."

Li Xingyun nodded, indicating that he understood Yuan Tiangang's concerns. He then turned to look at the messenger and said, "Go back and tell my second brother that I will be at the banquet on time."

When the servant heard this, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He nodded and bowed quickly, saying, "Yes! Yes! I will definitely pass it on!" After that, he ran out of Li Xingyun's sight as fast as if his feet were greased, as if his life might be in danger if he stayed for a moment longer.

It wasn't until they turned into a small alley that the servant finally breathed a sigh of relief. He patted his chest and muttered to himself, "Prince Qin... oh no, I should call him Crown Prince now. He's truly merciful! I'm so grateful to still be alive today!"

Thinking of this, the servant's mood gradually calmed down. He began to think about how to pass this news to his second brother, while also secretly praying that Li Xingyun would be safe.

"Haha... you're too happy too soon!" Just as the servant was feeling smug, a sneer suddenly came from behind him. Before the servant could react, a strong hand gripped his neck tightly like an iron clamp.

He was a Youzhou soldier, a ferocious grin on his face, as if he didn't care about the sudden killing. With a slight force on his hand, there was a crisp "crack" sound, and the servant's neck was easily twisted off like a fragile branch.

The poor servant didn't even have time to let out a scream before he lost his life in such an unclear manner. Until his death, he had no idea at whose hands he died.

The Youzhou soldier, having completed this brutal act, remained calm and composed. He casually let go of the servant's body, letting it fall to the ground like a rag. He then turned and walked away quickly, disappearing from sight as if he had never appeared.