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Chapter 555: Releasing the Tiger
Chapter 555: Releasing the Tiger
West Hong, Yu Shan.
In the grand hall, all the maids and guards had withdrawn. It was rare for them to witness Long Fei taking action herself, exuding such a chilling and palpable killing intent. For a purple-bearded white dragon, this was an extremely unusual display, proving that she was truly enraged.
"Stop."
Zi Xian no longer referred to herself as "this princess." Under the white-scaled dragon claws, An Tingfeng had already revealed his tiger head, and this ferocious and sinister head was now gradually deforming under the sharp dragon claws.
She could tell that the situation on the other side was extremely dire.
Otherwise, this fierce tiger wouldn't have been constantly providing for its clan.
A lot could be inferred from this.
That meant there should be another sect leader present with Shen Yi, but it was most likely not Ji Jingxi. Otherwise, with their equally Heavenly Realm cultivation, no matter how much of its life force this tiger expended, it wouldn't have any effect.
Because of this, Zi Xian became even more anxious.
If An Tingfeng succeeded, how could she, with two of the Seven Sect Leaders of South Hong, fallen in her territory, face Jingxi?
"I told you to stop!"
In a low rebuke, Zi Xian suddenly exerted force, and a crisp crack was heard as fine cracks appeared all over An Tingfeng's head. Scarlet blood then gushed out, dyeing the white fur and black stripes on his face red.
"Heh... heh..."
Through the gaps in the dragon claws, An Tingfeng revealed his split mouth, emitting a strange, sharp laugh.
Even a great demon comparable to the Heavenly Realm, who had experienced ten thousand years of slaughter, would become so feeble once it had attachments. So feeble that despite having the realm, one could tell at a glance that she was afraid of something.
The secret technique had already been deployed, and once he died, his cultivation would be entirely passed on to the elders of his clan.
This woman simply didn't dare to gamble. She still held on to the hope that the people of South Hong could keep their lives, and so she was unwilling to add any more pressure to them.
On the contrary, he himself now had nothing.
"An Yi... Father is coming for you."
An Tingfeng grinned maliciously, baring his two fangs: "Dragon Consort, once this matter is concluded, when my daughter returns, for the sake of those continuation treasures, Tingfeng will still do your bidding."
"You still want to live?" Zi Xian narrowed her eyes, almost laughing out loud in anger.
If something happened to the Seven Sect Leaders of South Hong, this fierce tiger wouldn't think that he could still walk out of this hall intact, would he? Probably, the entire force of West Hong had never imagined that the Eastern Dragon King, rumored to have been backstabbed by Xuan Qing, actually held a deep sense of indebtedness towards the Seven Sect Leaders of South Hong.
For this reason, his father had even forcibly endured the nausea of having eaten filth, tearing off Zi Ling's tiger skin, so that the immortal would no longer pay attention to South Hong, while also deterring other forces and preserving the remaining six sects.
Even if killing this clan leader of the Hailstone Frost Tiger would cause the barely pacified forces to develop varying sentiments, thereby impacting the grand plan, his father would never hold him responsible in the least.
"If you want to take action, it's best to do it now. If you wait until that matter over there is concluded... Tingfeng will definitely be unable to defeat the Dragon Consort, but temporarily attaining the Heavenly Realm cultivation to preserve his life shouldn't be a problem."
With his head clearly held in her grasp, An Tingfeng put away his smile and appeared remarkably calm and collected.
"..."
Taking in his expression, especially sensing the diminishing aura of this fierce tiger, Zi Xian felt a surge of pent-up frustration like never before.
She closed her eyes, and the dragon claws, which had been as steady as a rock, began to tremble in anger.
An Tingfeng's feigned calm laughter grated on her ears.
Ever since coming to West Hong, Zi Xian had suffered such a setback in this backwater place for the first time, and she took a deep breath, opening her eyes and shifting her gaze elsewhere, "Everything can be discussed..."
Before she could finish.
Zi Xian suddenly found the tiger in her grasp trembling even more violently than herself.
She turned her gaze back in surprise.
But she found that An Tingfeng had abruptly stopped laughing, and beneath his fur soaked in scarlet, his originally sharp eyes now held a lost and uncertain look.
He stared blankly into the void, and his aura was rapidly recovering.
In an instant, An Tingfeng suddenly clenched his palms, desperately trying to channel all his foundations to the other side, but no matter how hard he tried, it bore no fruit.
The aura on his body continued to recover uncontrollably to its peak state.
"How could this be—?"
A thick sense of panic surfaced on An Tingfeng's face, and it was clear that the situation had exceeded his control.
Peering through the gaps in the dragon claws, he stared fixedly at Zi Xian, and the composure in his voice was now gone: "Dragon Consort, Dragon Consort! You mentioned discussing earlier..."
"What discussion?"
Zi Xian raised an eyebrow, finally releasing her grasp, and she saw that this tiger, whose realm faintly surpassed the perfection of the Earthly Realm, was now stumbling back in a wobbly manner, his steps unsteady.
She immediately understood, "Did I say that?"
Instead of fleeing, An Tingfeng hurriedly intercepted, anxiously saying, "Tingfeng wants to discuss with Dragon Consort. As long as you return my daughter to me, I am willing to fight for Dragon Consort and die without regret!"
Watching this strange scene, Zi Xian's stifled frustration vanished, and she became quite curious.
What had happened to make this fierce tiger undergo such a huge change?
Nevertheless, since he had suffered a loss, it meant that the South Hong Sect Master had gained an advantage.
That boy with the surname Shen sure had a lucky streak... Not bad, not bad at all! He really redeemed her honor!
The previous displeasure towards that young Shen Sect Master due to Ji Jingxi vanished without a trace.
With this in mind, Zi Xian slowly retracted her gaze. "I'm sorry, but I don't have the habit of discussing with the dead."
Given what this tiger had done today, it would not be an exaggeration for him to die ten thousand times.
Who does he think the Eastern Dragon Palace is? Saints?
As her words landed, she suddenly swung her sleeve, and a vigorous demonic force ravaged forth. Compared to the previous time when she struck Qi's seventh elder down the jade mountain, this time, she clearly intended to kill, her might akin to a rampaging bull.
An Tingfeng was already in a daze, and with a realm far inferior to Zi Xian's, before he could utter another word, his robust body was sent flying!
The demonic force was like a gale, effortlessly tearing his black and white cloak to shreds, and even his formidable body was ripped open, revealing stark white bones.
Without any restraint, Zi Xian finally displayed the terrifying dominance of a Heavenly Realm expert over an Earthly Realm cultivator.
She took another step forward, and the dragon claws transformed back into slender hands, but in her palm now rested a slender dragon scale sword.
Just as she was about to take this tiger's life, Zi Xian frowned slightly and slowly halted her steps.
She noticed that after An Tingfeng had crashed out of the jade mountain, a scroll had suddenly appeared in the clear waters, sucking him into it. The landscape in the scroll trembled violently, completely dissipating the demonic force.
The next moment, the scroll spat An Tingfeng back into the hall.
"Tsk, what's with Zi Xian's temper today?"
In front of An Tingfeng, several figures had suddenly appeared, and the one leading them wore a golden-yellow robe. Such an eye-catching color surprisingly didn't make him look rustic; instead, it exuded an aura of authority.
The middle-aged man gently twisted his goatee and smiled at Zi Xian before cupping his hands. "Please forgive Jun Rui for intruding without invitation. I hope that Fellow Daoist Zi Xian will be magnanimous and forgive this intrusion."
He didn't address her as Dragon Consort but called her Zi Xian, and his tone vaguely carried a hint of disdain towards West Hong.
"Stellar Master'
Zi Xian recognized their clothing and styles and furrowed her brows slightly. "How dare you, a Breakthrough Realm cultivator, come to my Jade Mountain?"
It was common knowledge that the Eastern Dragon Palace treated all Northern Hong forces equally and loathed them all!
"I'm still a bit off," Stellar Master Jun Rui said with another smile, waving his hands repeatedly. "I'm here in West Hong on behalf of the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect to handle some matters. I should inform Fellow Daoist Zi Xian as a courtesy, so as not to affect the harmony between our sect and the Eastern Dragon Palace."
"Harmony?" Zi Xian lifted her lip, casting a mocking glance at the younger generation.
This person was the sect master of the sixteenth subdivision of the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect, and aside from Xue Yan, he was the one with the lightest qualifications.
However, as a top Northern Hong force, any subdivision sect master of their sect was a top genius who had ranked in the top three in the Dao Soldier Records during their youth. In other words, they were all formidable and exceptional geniuses of the Hongze generation who had crossed four tribulations.
"Perhaps there were some misunderstandings before, but affinity takes time to develop."
"Like now."
Stellar Master Jun Rui lowered his gaze to the tiger demon at his feet. "Jun Rui doesn't mind doing the killing for Fellow Daoist, so as not to taint your hands with blood. Everyone knows that the Purple-Bearded White Dragon dislikes slaughter. Leave this sinful beast to me to deal with."
Upon hearing this, Zi Xian fell silent for a moment before coldly smiling. "If you're searching for demonic monsters on behalf of Xue Yan, just say so. Don't put on an act as if you're considering me. Our relationship hasn't reached that stage yet."
"That's true, but the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect will remember Fellow Daoist's kindness. However, if the news of you killing him personally spreads, it might tarnish your reputation."
Hearing this, Zi Xian pondered for a moment without saying anything further, tacitly agreeing to this suggestion. "... "
Stellar Master Jun Rui cupped his hands once more before slowly squatting down. Although his realm was not far from An Tingfeng's, he acted as if he were petting a harmless little beast, gently patting the tiger demon's forehead. "Be a good boy. I still have important matters to attend to, so go find a place to heal your injuries. Don't cause any more trouble, and wait for me to come and get you."
An Tingfeng was completely speechless.
When he was sucked into the scroll, numerous talisman shadows enveloped his body, leaving him unable to move and pinned to the ground. It wasn't until Su Tu Junrui raised his hand that he found the strength to stand up.
Compared to the previous suppression of his realm, the current situation was more of a gap in terms of means.
In front of the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect, the demons of West Hong and the country bumpkins were no different.
"Go."
Stu Junrui waved his hand with a smile.
An Tingfeng's face was wooden, and he looked deeply at the few people in the hall before turning and walking out of the hall.
Until his figure completely disappeared.
Zi Xian returned to the throne, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her temples with a slight headache. As the de facto ruler of half of West Hong, she couldn't understand why this place had suddenly become so chaotic.
However, she had no intention of getting involved in this matter.
The Boundless Dao Emperor Sect was most likely here for the Ten Thousand Demon Hall, and neither of these forces had anything to do with her or the Seven Sect Leaders of South Hong. Let them be.
Thinking of the Seven Sect Leaders of Southern Hong, Zi Xian's face finally relaxed a bit. The next time she meets that young Master of the Shen Sect, she would have to ask him what happened today. It isn't easy to survive an attack by the Frost Tiger Clan, even with the protection of another sect leader.
That young Shen Sect Master was quite unlucky. He had just made an enemy of that tiger demon, and now the Precious Moon Great Tomb had run into trouble, resulting in this unwarranted disaster. She wondered what expression he had on his face now.
Thinking of this, Zi Xian shook her head and smiled, her figure disappearing from the hall.
At the same time.
Outside Yu Shan, the group from the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect quickly left the waters.
Stu Junrui's face lost its previous humility, and he casually waved his hand, summoning the vast landscape scroll. His figure turned into a flowing light and landed on the meditation cushion.
"Huh."
He sat cross-legged, his eyes falling on the figure in front of him.
In the Dao Emperor Palace, there was an elderly man with a disheveled appearance, tied to a large pillar with a wretched and weak aura, clearly having endured inhumane torture.
"Being able to enter the Dao Emperor Palace of my sect can be considered the blessing of your several lifetimes."
"I advise you to tell me everything that happened, and I will grant you the opportunity to return to your sect and be buried with your fellow disciples. Otherwise... you can enter my landscape scroll."
Although the elderly man's face was bloody and blurred, one could still barely make out his features.
He was Yang Yunheng, the elder of the Moving Mountain Sect.
"I... I'll show you... that jade slip..." Yang Yunheng's voice was weak and feeble.
"Oh?" Stu Junrui stroked his goatee, playing with his words: "You mean that thing that everyone in West Hong has a copy of? Do I need to get it from you?"
"No... there's nothing else." Yang Yunheng struggled to open his eyes.
"Good." Stu Junrui nodded: "Then tell me who recorded the jade slip, your sect master or your Dao child?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Yunheng's heart jumped, and he gritted his teeth for a long time before finally speaking: "I recorded it myself."
"In that case, tell me what you saw. For example, what did the owner of that Xenium Golden Light look like, what was his cultivation, and how was he dressed?" Stu Junrui continued to ask, his tone filled with mockery.
Yang Yunheng fell silent once more, his face changing again and again as he glanced warily at the landscape scroll, finally closing his eyes again: "It's all in the jade slip. I didn't see anything else."
"Ha—"
Stu Junrui suddenly burst into loud laughter, laughing so hard that he had to rub his eyes. Turning to his disciples, he said, "He's trying to fool me... Tell him that this is how my Boundless Dao Emperor Sect handles matters."
The disciples of the Boundless Dao Emperor Sect stood with their hands hanging by their sides, responding indifferently: "If the true culprit cannot be found, then leave none alive."
(End of Chapter)
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