Dawnless Sovereign-Chapter 135 (1): Yin Shengong the Celebrity

Clearly, both of them had been spooked by the reaction of the supervisor at the city gates.

"I'll contact my clan to see if they can protect you just this once," Chief Supervisor Wu sighed.

"You have my eternal gratitude, Chief Supervisor Wu."

The journey to the main church had been very smooth, and both of them had been quite optimistic about Yin Shengong's chances as a result.

However, their optimism had been completely obliterated.

There had been many powerful warriors loitering near the city gates, and they had all turned to Yin Shengong with undisguised killing intent in their eyes as soon as they heard his name.

Furthermore, they had been following the duo in silence this entire time, and many of them had even blatantly pulled out their communication jades.

Yin Shengong didn't even need to look to see what messages they were sending out.

"Yin Shengong is here!"

Yin Shengong was in complete despair.

As the two of them made their way toward the inn, the group of people following them steadily grew larger and larger, and all of them were glowering at Yin Shengong with unadulterated killing intent.

Yin Shengong's robes were already drenched with cold sweat, and he was almost certain that he wouldn't live to see a new day.

More and more people began to gather behind Yin Shengong, and the street had suddenly become extremely crowded.

However, no one made a move. They were only here to memorize Yin Shengong's face.

He was untouchable prior to his audience with Yan Nan.

However, they were making it abundantly clear with the looks on their faces that as soon as Yin Shengong was no longer untouchable, they would immediately tear him to shreds!

Yin Shengong's heart was pounding in his chest, and his complexion had turned deathly pale.

At the same time, Chief Supervisor Wu was also growing very uneasy as he discovered that many of Yin Shengong's enemies were beginning to also glower at him with undisguised enmity in their eyes!

Leave me alone! What the hell does this have to do with me?!

Wu Xiang and Yin Shengong felt like a pair of terrified little bunnies walking through a pack of wolves.

By the time they reached the inn, their clothes were so drenched with cold sweat that it looked as if they had just been hauled out of a river, and Yin Shengong's mind had gone completely blank.

He had lost all capacity to form any thoughts aside from a single one.

It's over! It's over! I'm done!

He was like a mindless zombie as Wu Xiang checked them in, and only after they had made it to Wu Xiang's room did he finally recover a little from his shell-shocked state.

Many of his enemies had followed them all the way to the inn, and at the moment, their room was embroiled in a swirling vortex of killing intent!

Yin Shengong felt like his calves were about to cramp.

Unfortunately, even if he had known this was going to happen, he would've still had to come here. Turning down a summons from the deputy pope wouldn't only spelled an even earlier death for him.

My life is forfeit! This is it!

***

The two of them had only just entered the room when the chatter outside suddenly died down, as did the swirling killing intent in the air.

"I think someone's coming," Wu Xiang said in an uneasy manner.

Yin Shengong was instantly paralyzed with fear.

Is someone already here to kill me? Surely not! I haven't even met with Deputy Pope Yan yet!

At this point, any sense of elation and pride that Yin Shengong felt at being summoned to the main church by Yan Nan had already completely turned to dread, and he had made up his mind that if he could survive this trip, then he would never set foot in the main church again!

The two of them made their way to the window before looking out to discover a white-robed young man approaching atop a crimson dragon horse.

There were two old men with astonishingly powerful auras casually strolling along behind the young man, and everyone on the entire street quickly parted to give them a wide berth.

The dragon horse was like a mighty ship parting the waves, and no one dared to stand in its path.

"It's Young Master Yue of the Feng Clan!" Wu Xiang exclaimed with a combination of fear and reverence in his eyes.

"That's Young Master Yue?"

Yin Shengong was astonished.

The fact that everyone was doing everything in their power to stay out of Feng Yue's path was a clear testament to the boundless power of the Feng Clan.

"That's right," Wu Xiang confirmed. "He is one of the four young masters of the youngest generation of the Feng Clan's main branch."

"Your background is just about on par with Young Master Yue's," Yin Shengong flattered.

"That's utter nonsense," Wu Xiang chuckled. "I may be a descendant of Deputy Pope Wu, but I come from one of the most distant side branches of the Wu Clan. Compared with Young Master Yue, I am nothing more than a lowly bug."

Yin Shengong was naturally already aware of this, but as Wu Xiang's subordinate, he was obligated to offer up some flattery.

Even though Wu Xiang was downplaying his own status, internally, he was still very pleased to have been compared with Feng Yue. Such was the art of flattery.

The two of them looked on anxiously at the window, and sure enough, Feng Yue drew to a halt upon arriving in front of the inn.

"Surely not..." Wu Xiang said in an anxious voice. "Surely Night Demon didn't kill anyone from the Feng Clan, did he?"

Yin Shengong's calves were on the verge of cramping again, and his voice was trembling as he stammered, "I... I don't know..."

Yin Shengong legs gave out from under him as he slid down the wall with a look of despair on his face.

Please don't let him be here for me...

Outside, Feng Yue got down from his dragon horse before making his way into the inn in an elegant fashion.

***

Everyone immediately extended deep and respectful bows.

"We pay our respects to Young Master Yue."

Feng Yue smiled and nodded at everyone in acknowledgment, then declared, "I heard that Pope Yin Shengong of the One Heart Church is staying in this inn. Is he here?"

Upstairs, Wu Xiang and Yin Shengong were left staring at each other with dumbstruck expressions.

He really is here for me!

Everyone else gathered in front of the inn were also exchanging bewildered glances with one another, wondering if Feng Yue had the same objective as them, or if he were seeking out Yin Shengong for some other purpose.

"What do I do, Chief Supervisor Wu?" Yin Shengong asked, on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Wu Xiang gritted his teeth momentarily, then decided, "I'll go downstairs with you. There's nowhere for us to hide, so we'll just have to face whatever's coming to us head-on."

"Alright," Yin Shengong said as he clambered to his feet.

With his fate sealed, he had suddenly reprised his courage, and the two of them hurriedly emerged to meet Feng Yue.

"I am Wu Xiang of the southeast, and my companion here is Pope Yin Shengong of the One Heart Church. To what do we owe this honor, Young Master Yue?"

Wu Xiang's mind was racing as he spoke. If Feng Yue were seeking Yin Shengong out for vengeance, then he would immediately sell Yin Shengong out to try and leave a positive impression on Feng Yue.

"Long time no see, Chief Supervisor Wu," Feng Yue said with a casual nod.

Wu Xiang was stunned.

"I am truly honored that you still remember me, Young Master Yue."

"So you're Yin Shengong?" Feng Yue asked with a smile.

"Correct."

Judging from the tone of Feng Yue's voice, it didn't seem like he was here for vengeance, and with that in mind, some hope had been reignited in Yin Shengong's heart.

"My brother, Feng Xing, has asked me to tell you not to leave after your audience with Deputy Pope Yan. My brother wishes to speak to you."

"Yes, Young Master Yue!"

Yin Shengong was extremely relieved.

***

With that, Feng Yue had completed his mission, and he was just about to leave when a black shadow abruptly flew onto the scene.

"Which one of you is Pope Yin Shengong of the One Heart Church?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Ye Yun? What are you doing here?" Feng Yue asked with a puzzled expression.

Yin Shengong's heart leaped into his throat once again as he stepped forward and greeted, "Subordinate Yin Shengong pays his respects to Senior Ye."

"Greetings, Young Master Yue. I have come here on behalf of Young Master Chen Yin to invite Pope Yin Shengong to dinner tonight."

He strode over to Yin Shengong as he spoke, then pulled out a gilded invitation slip before offering it up with both hands.

Everyone at the scene immediately turned to Yin Shengong with astonished expressions.

What the hell is going on?! Since when did Yin Shengong become so important?

Yin Shengong immediately realized that all of this had to have been because of Night Demon, and he was ecstatic.

He accepted the invitation slip with a respectful bow as he said, "Please inform Young Master Chen that I will be sure to turn up!"

Internally, he was bubbling with excitement.

Never had he received this level of treatment before. Not only was there a good chance that the crisis had been averted, he had been invited to have dinner with a direct descendant of Deputy Pope Chen!

"Young Master Chen looks forward to seeing you later tonight," Ye Yun said with a smile.

Even Feng Yue didn't know what to make of what he was seeing.

Feng Yue was just about to ask Ye Yun why Chen Yin wanted to meet Yin Shengong when a red figure descended from the heavens, bringing with her a fragrant, floral aroma that instantly spread through the entire inn.

A beautiful middle-aged woman drifted down from above like an elegant celestial maiden, and there was an aura of gentle benevolence about her that made her seem very warm and approachable.