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Chapter 484: Reactions from Three Parties (Part 2)
Chapter 484: Reactions from Three Parties (Part 2)
The clear waters shimmered, teeming with fish and shrimp. Below the crystal-clear waters stood an imposing white stone palace.
As a fully grown dragon descendant, Ke Laoqi had his own fiefdom with the full support of the Golden-Patterned Turtle Clan.
At this moment, he sat atop a coral throne, his expression slightly cold as he looked down with a headache.
An aged Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon knelt on one knee, his face filled with murderous intent, and an aura comparable to that of the White Jade Capital faintly emanating from his body. "I humbly request that the Dragon Descendant issue an edict, allowing this old servant to lead troops to the Celestial Sword Sect and demand an explanation!"
"..."
Ke Laoqi pursed his lips, swallowing the words, "Are you relying on your own strength?"
Is this old turtle brainless?
The Seven Sons of South Hong were not to be trifled with. If they were truly angered, this group would risk their lives and even turn the South Dragon Palace upside down.
However...
The other party's son's life and death were unknown.
The Turtle Clan's prepared wedding now had a high probability of turning into a funeral.
The South Dragon Palace was indeed unafraid of the Seven Sons of South Hong.
But he, as a dragon descendant, could not represent the Dragon Palace, especially since this was merely the son of a general under his command.
Ke Laoqi really didn't want to issue this edict.
His status in the Dragon Palace was already precarious, and if he caused more trouble, it would inevitably displease the Dragon Grandfather.
According to Ke Laoqi's way of doing things, he would usually invoke the name of the Dragon Palace to solve ninety-nine percent of his troubles. If it couldn't be solved, his instinct was to back down.
"Why are you in such a hurry?"
With this in mind, Ke Laoqi finally spoke up, "The matter of negotiating with the Seven Sons of South Hong is under the responsibility of my fourth brother. If I, the descendant, intervene arbitrarily, it may cause my fourth brother to misunderstand. Do you want to create discord between my brothers and me?"
"This old servant... I dare not!"
The Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon's lips trembled, clearly seeing through the dragon descendant's thoughts but daring not to speak them aloud.
After taking a deep breath, he suddenly knelt on his other leg, changing his posture from pleading to begging, "My Golden-Patterned Turtle Clan has always been loyal to the Dragon Descendant, willing to go through fire and water, and face death without hesitation. My son, Jun'er, has always guarded Your Highness's side and considered it an honor to bear the scar he took for you on his face for many years."
"Now, his life and death are unknown, and I, the old servant, ask for nothing else. I only want to know if he is dead or alive. If he is dead, then who took his life."
The old turtle demon's words were filled with grief, and the surrounding demons couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow as if they were about to weep.
"That's enough. To find out these things, we don't necessarily have to ask the Celestial Sword Sect."
Ke Laoqi concealed the annoyance in his eyes and interrupted the old turtle's lament, "If I remember correctly, my thirteenth brother was also present at that time."
Speaking of which, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
Others assumed that Ke ShiSan was helping him by protecting the bridal sedan chair from falling into the water.
Only Ke Laoqi knew that the kid must have had other intentions.
With his growing power, he would inevitably direct his aggression toward his brothers, paving his path with blood and building his new palace with their corpses.
Among the remaining twelve dragon descendants, the most suitable target for his aggression was undoubtedly himself.
Never mind, he would just appease this old turtle.
After all, he would need their help for something important soon.
With this in mind, Ke Laoqi closed his eyes and began to contact his brother, whom he hadn't met in a long time, through a secret method.
Under the expectant gazes of the surrounding demons.
A strange smile unconsciously appeared on Ke Laoqi's face.
He slowly opened his eyes, looking at his palm in surprise.
In the center of his palm, a blood talisman had quietly appeared.
"Dragon Descendant, what is it?"
The Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon, whose aura was comparable to the White Jade Capital, looked over with concern.
"It's nothing."
Ke Laoqi quickly clenched his palm and said, lifting his head, "Your son is most likely dead. So, there's no need to say more."
"Dead..."
The old turtle demon's body trembled, and he opened his mouth, but no words came out for a long time.
"Don't worry. I will make the Celestial Sword Sect give you an explanation. Blood debts will be paid in blood."
Ke Laoqi slowly stood up, and with just one sentence, the expressions of the surrounding demons changed drastically.
The Dragon Descendant was actually willing to turn against the Celestial Sword Sect for the Turtle Clan?!
"However..."
"I still need to give Fourth Brother's face. I will inform him as soon as possible, so wait."
As his words landed,
The old turtle could barely contain his emotions, and his voice trembled, "This old servant understands. I can wait."
"Now, let's talk about the important matter."
Ke Laoqi walked slowly to the Golden-Patterned Turtle Demon's side and gently patted his shoulder, "I, the descendant, have come across a great opportunity, so great that it could make the Dragon Grandfather favor me once more. Now, I need your help to reclaim this opportunity."
"As long as you accomplish this, your Golden-Patterned Turtle Clan will enjoy blessings for ten thousand generations."
Upon hearing this, the old turtle suddenly trembled.
Compared to the promise Ke Laoqi had made, the danger implied in his words made the old turtle even more uneasy.
"Rest assured, I told you it was an opportunity.
A sinister look flashed in Ke Laoqi's eyes as he transmitted his voice, "For example, ambushing and killing a disciple of a Xian Zong?"
Hearing this, the old soft-shell turtle staggered back, looking at him in disbelief.
As if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke.
Him? Ambush and kill a disciple of the Xian Zong?
The difficulty of this task was second only to slaying a Daozi who had merged with the Tao.
First of all, there were only six Daoists among the Seven Sons of South Hong, and their strengths were formidable. Beings like them would never find themselves in a situation where they could be ambushed, as any time they left their sect, they would be under the watchful gaze of thousands.
To secretly lure one of them out would require an incredibly close relationship.
Even childhood playmates might not be able to achieve this.
Moreover, to have such a close relationship with a Daoist was akin to clinging to the biggest tree in South Hong, so why would they ever betray the Seven Sons?
What would be the point?
Secondly, even if they could lure one away from their sect, the combined strength of those under the Seven Dragon Descendants would not be enough to match even a single Daoist.
As for asking their elders to come out of seclusion, that would be impossible to do quietly. It would be equivalent to directly declaring war on the Seven Sons of South Hong, a war that would only end in mutual destruction.
What merit was there in this? What opportunity?
"Why are you afraid?" Ke Laoqi asked, raising an eyebrow in displeasure. "Do you think I would send you to your death?"
"Of course not," the old soft-shell turtle replied, well aware of his own position. While the Seven Dragon Descendants might not be one to hold on to old sentiments, at least for the time being, they still needed the support of the Golden-Patterned Turtle Clan.
"The moon waxes and wanes," Ke Laoqi said slowly as he strolled out of the main hall. "When something is at its sharpest, it is also at its most fragile."
At these words, the old soft-shell turtle's eyelids twitched as if he had guessed something. His breath even stilled for a moment.
He stared blankly at the departing figure of the Dragon Descendant.
The latter's posture exuded absolute confidence.
This filled the old turtle with astonishment.
The Seven Dragon Descendants... did they really have a way to make the Daoist of Tian Jianzong, at her weakest, leave the sect willingly?!
"Huh."
However, Ke Laoqi did not turn back to explain further, leaving only these two words behind.
He strode across the water, moving forward gracefully.
Only when he reached a deserted area did a hint of agitation appear on his face.
He immediately activated a secret art, and a water mirror appeared before him.
Looking at the dark and oppressive surface of the mirror, Ke Laoqi forced a respectful expression onto his face and straightened his armor. Then, he knelt on one knee and cupped his hands together, saying, "Old Seven has a matter to report to Fourth Brother."
The dark red figure in the mirror slowly stirred, moving slightly farther away to reveal scales that looked like metal.
The massive dragon head was sharp and sinister, and its eyes, glowing with a yellow light, looked down at him. "Speak."
"Thirteen... Thirteen seems to be dead! After he encountered the disciple of Tian Jianzong..."
As he spoke, Ke Laoqi tremblingly held out his palm, intending to show the blood talisman in his hand.
However, the red dragon remained indifferent, showing no reaction at all. It didn't even bother to call out Ke Laoqi's fake sorrow, "I know."
Before he could finish speaking, the water mirror quietly disappeared.
Ke Laoqi was taken aback. He had originally intended to use the Fourth Dragon Descendant's hand to confront the Seven Sons of South Hong. While weakening the Fourth's strength, he would also divert the attention of the Seven Sons, making it easier for him to accomplish his own goals.
It would have been a two-for-one deal.
But the other party's reaction exceeded his expectations.
Even if their relationship was usually distant, the Thirteenth was still their brother. Yet, the Fourth Dragon Descendant showed such indifference, as if he had never considered Ke Laoqi to be a part of the South Dragon Palace.
The Dragon Grandfather was truly getting senile, entrusting the most prosperous waters to his care.
"You bastard!" Ke Laoqi cursed, separated from the other dragon by the vast waters.
Of course, even if the other dragon could hear him, he wouldn't have bothered to pay attention.
He calmly stared at the letter before him.
The news of Ke Thirteen's death had reached the red dragon much earlier than anyone else.
It was only because he had sensed Thirteen's aura once more that he was now filled with doubt.
The reason he had not acted until now was because of this letter in front of him.
It detailed the life of an unknown cultivator, including all the techniques he had used and the changes in his cultivation level.
At the end of the letter, it mentioned that Qing Yuezong Liu Shiqian and this cultivator were traveling together to the Yan family.
Usually, a letter from a cultivator would be hard to trust, but Ke Laoqi stared at the talisman on the envelope.
It was left by an elder of the Tian Jianzong.
The other party did not even try to conceal their identity, openly betraying their allied sect.
This was intriguing.
If he sent this letter to the Seven Sons of South Hong, they would undoubtedly die.
But it was precisely because of this that their sincerity was evident.
"Go on, make it even bigger."
"Killing Little Thirteen isn't enough."
The dragon gazed at the dark red scales on its body with a chilling look. This was the result of an overly strong maternal bloodline.
It had once been called a mongrel.
By killing its kin, it finally earned the title of Dragon Grandson.
But no matter how strong it became.
The South Dragon Palace, with the Yellow Poisonous Dragon as its leader, would never fall into the hands of a red dragon.
Who says that only cultivators can inherit the Union Dao Treasure Land? It wanted to give it a try too.
But the time wasn't right yet. Only when the Dragon Palace was pushed to its limits of humiliation would the South Hong Seven Sons be willing to pay the price of a discarded Union Dao Treasure Land to quell the Dragon Grandfather's fury.
Of course, he couldn't do nothing and give others a chance to find fault.
"Come here."
The red dragon raised its head, its voice indifferent as it said, "Go and find something for the Qingyue Sect to do. Anyway, I want to meet that Liu Shiqian."
A White Jade Capital elder paying with his life for Little Thirteen was enough.
"Yes, my lord!"
A chilling response came from outside the hall.
...
Amidst the majestic peaks, white mist drifted, laced with traces of purple qi.
At the foot of the mountains were several scattered cottages, and the commoners struggled their way up the mountain, hoping to trace the origin of the purple qi and seek immortal fortune.
However, by the time they finally climbed up, what met their eyes was a palace that exuded a sinister aura.
It stood tall at seven stories high, stirring up waves of bloodshed, as if housing the wailing souls of the wronged.
Accompanying this was a low rumble that caused the mountains to tremble, a beastly roar.
"There's a demon!"
Piercing wails echoed through the mountains as figures fled in panic.
Many of the commoners slipped and fell from the high mountain, their bodies destined to be crushed to pieces.
But just as they were about to meet their end, a gust of mountain wind swept them up, carrying them back to the foot of the mountain as if it had all been a dream.
At the mountaintop.
Shen Yi sat cross-legged, calming his breath and storing the Infinite Demon Emperor Palace into his glabella.
Having reached the seventh layer of Returning Void, he had finally crossed the watershed and entered the late stage.
"Congratulations, my lord, on your increase in strength!"
Wu Jun knelt on one knee, his head lowered as he cupped his hands in respect.
"..."
Ke Thirteen was stunned, finding it hard to believe as he stared at the little king soft-shell turtle.
Could it really be that easy?
His fingers trembled, and if he joined in now, it would seem rather deliberate.
Damn it! Why didn't you remind me earlier?!
Shen Yi didn't bother to pay attention to the two guardian stones, as he didn't quite understand anyway. Since they would all eventually be filled, what was there to fight about?
Currently, he had three usable guardian stones: the dragon descendant, the soft-shell turtle, and a ninth-layer Returning Void demon general under the soft-shell turtle's command.
In addition, there were six other guardian stones between second and first-rate that could be refined.
What he lacked now wasn't guardian stones but the lifespan of demons and monsters.
This wasn't something that depended on cultivation.
As long as there was enough quantity, it would be sufficient.
Shen Yi glanced at Wu Jun, and if he remembered correctly... the soft-shell turtle also had a complete turtle army under his command.
With his current strength, directly confronting a main demon army under a dragon descendant's command would be no different from seeking death.
But if there was an "inside man" to help, it would be a good opportunity to discreetly harvest the lifespan of demons and monsters as long as he was careful and cautious.
"Reporting to my lord, Wu Jun has already grasped all the information about the Golden-Patterned Turtle Clan."
Seeing his master looking at him, the bald soft-shell turtle responded without the slightest hesitation, full of confidence.
Being young and already attempting to take over the turtle army, he indeed had the capital to be proud.
"If you put it that way, then I also know where the other dragon descendants are, even the place where the Dragon Grandfather cultivates!" Ke Thirteen stood up, not wanting to be outdone.
"Wait a moment." Shen Yi glanced at him.
What's the use of knowing? Are you going to go there and die?
Compared to Ke Thirteen, Wu Jun was much more dependable, and with such a capable general leading the way, his safety would be guaranteed.
Without further ado.
Shen Yi was well aware of how ridiculous his illusion techniques would be in front of the Dragon Palace's overwhelming power.
If the Dragon Palace decided to take action.
Their claws in Hongze were like a vast net, and if they wanted to ensnare him, he would have no room to develop in secret.
Wherever he killed a demon, the Dragon Palace would immediately rush over.
His time was truly limited.
This time, even the Union Dao Treasure Land might not be able to protect him.
Now, the only way to ensure his survival was through the Seven Sons Assembly, where he would solidify his position as the sect leader, using the foundation of the South Hong Seven Sons to restrain the Dragon Palace.
Only then would he have the time to venture into the Union Dao Southern Yang Treasure Land and fight for his future.
With this in mind.
Shen Yi immediately summoned the Dark Light Flying Sword and, guided by Wu Jun, sped towards the vast ocean!
(End of Chapter)
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