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.

Beneath the transparent waters, an imposing white jade palace stood majestically.

Ke Lao Qi, a mature Dragon Progeny, had his own territory with the full support of the Golden Patterned Turtle Race.

At this moment, he sat solemnly on a coral throne.

His expression turned slightly cold, and he looked down with a hint of a headache.

An aged Golden Patterned Turtle Demon knelt on one knee, his face filled with killing intent, and his aura was comparable to that of the White Jade Capital, faintly dispersed around him. "I implore the Dragon Progeny to issue a decree and allow this old servant to lead the troops to the Heavenly Sword Sect to seek justice!"

"..."

Ke Lao Qi pursed his lips, suppressing the words 'just relying on you' that he was about to say.

Was this old turtle demon losing his mind?

The Southern Hong Seven Sons were not to be trifled with. If truly angered, these people would risk their lives and even turn the Southern Dragon Palace upside down.

However...

Their beloved son's life was at stake.

The Turtle Race's planned joyous occasion now had a high chance of becoming a funeral.

The Southern Dragon Palace was indeed unafraid of the Southern Hong Seven Sons.

But Ke Lao Qi, as a Dragon Progeny, could not represent the Dragon Palace, especially for a matter concerning the son of a general under his command.

Ke Lao Qi really didn't want to issue such a decree.

His status in the Dragon Palace was already not high, and causing more trouble might displease the Dragon Lord.

According to Ke Lao Qi's usual approach, invoking the name of the Dragon Palace would solve ninety-nine percent of the problems. If it didn't, his instincts would tell him to back off.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Thinking of this, Ke Lao Qi finally spoke up, "Negotiations with the Southern Hong Seven Sons are handled by my fourth brother. If I interfere recklessly, it might cause misunderstandings with my fourth brother. Do you want to create discord between us brothers?"

"This old servant... I dare not!"

The Golden Patterned Turtle Demon's lips trembled, clearly seeing through the Dragon Progeny's thoughts but not daring to speak directly.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly knelt on his other leg, changing his posture from a plea to fight to one of entreaty. "My Golden Patterned Turtle clan has always been loyal to the Dragon Progeny, willing to brave fire and water, and even die for you. My son, Wu Jun, has always guarded the Dragon Progeny's side, and the wounds he took for you were proudly kept on his face for many years."

"Now, with his life in jeopardy, I ask for nothing else. At least... at least let me know if he's dead, and if so, who was responsible."

The old turtle demon's words were filled with sorrow, causing the surrounding demons to feel a sense of empathy.

"Enough. You don't necessarily need to go to the Heavenly Sword Sect to find out these things."

Ke Lao Qi concealed the agitation in his eyes and interrupted the old turtle demon's tearful plea. "If I remember correctly, my thirteenth brother was also present at that time."

At this point, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Others believed that Ke Shi San was acting on his behalf, protecting the wedding carriage from sinking into the water.

But only Ke Lao Qi knew that the kid definitely had something up his sleeve.

The other party was subtly revealing their true strength, and it was inevitable that they would turn their attention to these brothers, using blood to pave their territory and build a new palace with bones.

Among the remaining twelve Dragon Progeny, the most suitable target for their troubles was undoubtedly himself.

Forget it, I'll just humor this old turtle demon.

After all, there was a more significant matter that required their cooperation.

With this in mind, Ke Lao Qi closed his eyes and began to contact his long-unseen brother through a secret method.

Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding demons, Ke Lao Qi's face unconsciously revealed a peculiar smile.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at his palm in surprise.

In the center of his palm, a blood charm quietly appeared.

"Dragon Progeny, what's wrong?"

The Golden Patterned Turtle Demon, whose cultivation was comparable to the White Jade Capital, looked on anxiously.

"It's nothing."

Ke Lao Qi quickly clenched his palm and glanced down. "Your son is most likely dead, so there's no need for further words."

"Dead..."

The old turtle demon's body trembled twice, his mouth agape, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

"Keep your worries to yourself. I'll make sure the Heavenly Sword Sect gives you an explanation, and the debt of blood will be repaid with blood."

Ke Lao Qi calmly stood up, and with just one sentence, the faces of the demons below changed dramatically.

The Dragon Progeny was truly willing to turn against the Heavenly Sword Sect for the sake of the Turtle Race?!

"However..."

"I should still give my fourth brother some face. I'll inform him as soon as possible, so just wait."

As his words fell.

The old turtle demon could barely contain his emotions, and even his voice trembled, "This old servant understands. I can wait."

"Let's get to the main point."

Ke Lao Qi walked slowly to the Golden Patterned Turtle Demon's side and patted his shoulder gently. "I've encountered a great opportunity, one that could make the Dragon Lord value me again. Now, I need your help to seize this opportunity."

"As long as you handle this matter well, your Golden Patterned Turtle clan will enjoy blessings for generations."

Upon hearing this, the old turtle demon shuddered.

Compared to the promise made by Ke Lao Qi, the underlying danger in his words made the old turtle demon feel even more uneasy.

"Rest assured, I told you it's an opportunity.

Ko Lao Qi offered a slight word of comfort.

Old Wang Ba slowly raised his head and asked in a low voice, "May I dare ask the Dragon Progeny, what opportunity is this?"

A sinister look appeared in Ko Lao Qi's eyes, and he transmitted his thoughts, "For example, ambushing a Daoist Priest from an Immortal Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Old Wang Ba staggered back in disbelief.

It was as if he had heard some absurd joke.

Him? Ambush a Daoist Priest from an Immortal Sect?

The difficulty of this task was second only to slaying a Grand Master of the Dao Fusion Realm.

First of all, there were only six Daoist Priests among the Southern Flood Seven Sons, and each one was stronger than the last. Any time they left the sect, they were under the watchful eyes of countless others, making it impossible for them to be ambushed.

To secretly lure them out would require an extremely close relationship.

Even childhood playmates might not be able to accomplish this.

On second thought, having such a close relationship with a Daoist Priest was equivalent to climbing the biggest tree in Southern Flood. Why would anyone betray the Southern Flood Seven Sons?

What was the point?

Furthermore, even if they were lured out of the Immortal Sect, could the combined might of the Seven Dragon Progeny's forces rival any of the Daoist Priests?

As for asking their elders to come out of seclusion, that would be impossible to do quietly. It would be like declaring war on the Southern Flood Seven Sons, a war to the death.

What kind of merit or opportunity was this?

"Why are you so anxious?"

Ko Lao Qi raised an eyebrow and glanced at him with dissatisfaction, "Do you think I would send you to your death?"

"That won't happen."

Old Wang Ba was very clear about his position. The Seven Dragon Progeny might not be the type to hold onto past sentiments, but at least for now, they still needed the support of the Golden Patterned Turtle Race.

"The moon has its phases of fullness and emptiness."

Ko Lao Qi slowly walked out of the grand hall, "When the sharp edge is at its peak, it's time for it to wane."

Upon hearing this, Old Wang Ba's eyelids twitched as if he had guessed something. His breath suddenly became heavy.

He stared blankly at the back of the Dragon Progeny.

The Dragon Progeny seemed to have everything under control.

He was astonished.

The Seven Dragon Progeny... Could they really have a way to make the Daoist Priest from the Heavenly Sword Sect leave the Immortal Sect when she was at her weakest?!"

However, Ko Lao Qi did not turn back to explain further, leaving only these words.

He strode through the water, moving forward with ease.

Only when he reached an uninhabited area did a hint of impatience appear on his face.

He immediately activated a secret technique, and a water mirror appeared in front of him.

Looking at the dark and oppressive scene in the mirror,

Ko Lao Qi forced a respectful expression and adjusted his armor. Then, he knelt on one knee and cupped his hands, "Ko Lao Qi has something to report to Fourth Brother."

The dark red figure slowly moved, and as it distanced itself slightly, it revealed scales that resembled metal.

The massive dragon head looked sharp and ferocious, and its eyes glowed with a yellow light as it looked down at him, "Speak."

"Thirteenth... Thirteenth seems to be dead! After he encountered the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect..."

As he spoke, Ko Lao Qi tremblingly extended his palm, wanting to show the blood charm in his palm to the dragon.

However, the red dragon's expression remained indifferent, without a hint of change. It didn't even bother to expose the fake grief on Ko Lao Qi's face, "I understand."

Before he finished speaking, the water mirror quietly dissipated.

Ko Lao Qi was stunned. He had originally planned to use Fourth Brother's hand to confront the Southern Flood Seven Sons, weakening Fourth Brother's strength while diverting the attention of the Southern Flood Seven Sons, making it convenient for himself to handle his own affairs.

It was a two-fold benefit.

But the dragon's reaction exceeded his expectations.

Even if their relationship was usually distant, Thirteenth was still their brother. Why did Fourth Brother show such indifference? Had he ever considered him a part of the Southern Dragon Palace?

Grandpa Dragon had actually given the most prosperous waters to him to guard; he must have gone senile.

"You bastard!"

Across the vast waters, the red dragon couldn't hear Ko Lao Qi's curses.

Of course, even if it had heard, it wouldn't have bothered to pay attention.

It calmly stared at the letter in front of it.

The red dragon knew of Ko Thirteenth's death much earlier than anyone else.

However, it had also sensed Thirteenth's aura again, which made it somewhat suspicious.

The reason it hadn't taken action yet was because of the letter in front of it.

The letter detailed the life of an unfamiliar cultivator, including all the methods he had used and his cultivation progress.

At the end of the letter, it mentioned that Liu Shiqian from the Clear Moon Sect was traveling to the Yan Family with this cultivator.

Normally, a letter from a cultivator would find it difficult to gain the trust of the Dragon Palace.

But Ko Lao Si quietly stared at the talisman on the envelope.

It was left by an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The elder didn't even try to conceal his identity, openly betraying his allied sect.

This was interesting.

If he sent this letter to the Southern Flood Seven Sons, they would surely die.

But precisely because of this, it showed the elder's sincerity.

"A desperate fight to the death?"

Chi Long smiled thoughtfully, savoring the declaration of allegiance. To gain the support of the Southern Dragon Palace and use it to compete with other White Jade Capital cultivators, this was the leverage he needed to be the best candidate to inherit the Converged Dao Site.

"Go ahead, make more trouble."

"Killing a little Shi San is not enough."

Chi Long's gaze turned cold as he looked at the dark crimson dragon scales on his body, a result of his mother's lineage being too strong.

He had once been called a bastard.

Only after slaughtering his own kind did he finally earn the title of Dragon Progenitor.

But no matter how strong he became...

The Southern Dragon Palace, led by the Jade Pearl Poison Dragon, would never hand over control to a Crimson Dragon.

Who said only cultivators could inherit the Converged Dao Site? He wanted to give it a try.

But the timing wasn't right yet. Only when the Dragon Palace was humiliated to the extreme would the Southern Flood Seven Sons pay the price of a deserted Converged Dao Site to quell the Dragon Lord's anger.

Of course, he couldn't do nothing and leave himself vulnerable.

"Someone, come here."

Chi Long raised his head and said calmly, "Go and find something for the Qingyue Sect to do. No matter what, I must meet Liu Shiqian."

Having a White Jade Capital elder pay for Shi San's life was more than enough.

"This subordinate obeys!"

Outside the hall, a chilling response echoed.

...

Amidst the majestic peaks, white mist drifted.

Traces of purple aura lingered in the air.

Several manors scattered at the foot of the mountain, and the common folk struggled their way up, hoping to find the source of the purple aura and seek immortal blessings.

However, when they finally reached the summit, they saw a palace with a menacing aura that made their gazes tremble.

A full seven stories high, it stirred up waves of blood, as if filled with the wailing spirits of the wronged.

Accompanying this was a deep roar that made the mountains tremble.

"Demons!"

A piercing wail echoed through the mountains as figures frantically fled downhill without care.

Many commoners slipped and fell from the high mountains.

Just as they were about to be smashed to pieces, a mountain wind swept up, catching them and gently returning them to the foot of the mountain, as if it had all been a dream.

At the summit, Shen Yi sat in meditation, regulating his breathing, and absorbing the Boundless Demon Imperial Palace into his mind.

Having reached the seventh layer of Return to Void, he had finally crossed the watershed and entered the late stage.

"Congratulations, Master, on your greatly increased strength!"

Wu Jun knelt on one knee and bowed.

"..."

Ke Shi San was stunned for a moment, staring at the little snapping turtle in disbelief.

Was this even possible?

His fingers trembled, and if he followed up now, it would seem too deliberate.

Damn it! Why didn't it remind me!

Shen Yi couldn't be bothered to pay attention to these two Foundation Stones. He didn't quite understand, but since they were all going to be filled with palaces anyway, what was there to argue about?

Currently, he had three usable Foundation Stones: the Dragon Progenitor, this snapping turtle, and a ninth-layer Return to Void Demon General under the snapping turtle's command.

Additionally, there were six more Foundation Stones between the second and first grades that could be condensed.

What he lacked now wasn't Foundation Stones but demonic lifespans.

This thing didn't care about cultivation.

As long as there was enough, it was good enough.

Shen Yi glanced at Wu Jun. If he remembered correctly... this subordinate also had a complete Turtle Army.

With his current strength, directly confronting a main force demon army under the Dragon Progenitor would be as good as seeking death.

But if he had an "informant" to help, and he carefully harvested some demonic lifespans, the chances would be quite good as long as he was cautious.

"Reporting to Master, Wu Jun already has full knowledge of the Golden Patterned Turtle Demon Clan's information."

Seeing his master's gaze, the bald snapping turtle responded without hesitation, full of confidence.

Having started trying to take over the Turtle Army at such a young age, it indeed had reason to be proud.

"If you put it that way, I also know the locations of the other Dragon Progenitors, and even where Great-Grandfather Dragon cultivates," Ke Shi San stood up, unwilling to be outdone.

"Wait a moment," Shen Yi glanced at it.

What's the use of knowing that? It's just going to its death.

Compared to Wu Jun, he was much more reliable. With such a capable general leading the way, at least their safety was guaranteed.

Without further thought, Shen Yi was well aware of how laughable his little deception was in the face of the Dragon Palace's formidable power.

If the Dragon Palace got serious...

Their influence in the Vast Ocean was like a vast net. If they wanted to trap him, there would be no room for secret development.

Wherever he killed a demon, the Dragon Palace would immediately rush over.

His time was truly limited.

This time, even the Converged Dao Site might not be able to protect him.

Now, it seemed that the only way to live in peace was through the Seven Sons Assembly, securing the position of Sect Leader, and using the Southern Flood Seven Sons' resources to restrain the Dragon Palace.

Only then would he have the time to go to the Southern Yang Converged Dao Site and fight for a new future.

With this in mind, Shen Yi directly summoned the Dark Light Crimson Sword and, guided by Wu Jun, flew towards the vast ocean!

(End of Chapter)

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