One more catty, one more attribute point-Chapter 513 - 429: Dead End, Heaven and Earth Furnace

Chapter 513: Chapter 429: Dead End, Heaven and Earth Furnace

Shi Teng furrowed his dense eyebrows slightly as he watched the eunuch approach on the narrow path through the forest.

Despite his cultivation reaching such a level that he didn’t usually prefer to socialize, his advanced spiritual cultivation still allowed him to perceive the intention behind the eunuch’s actions within a single glance.

A trace of displeasure appeared on Shi Teng’s face.

However, he did not drive the eunuch away. On one hand, the other party was just there to convey a message, and on the other, he could take this opportunity to settle matters once and for all, so as not to waste his time in the future.

“Great General!”

The middle-aged eunuch arrived in front of Shi Teng and bowed.

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He was also a martial artist of no small cultivation, but standing in front of Shi Teng, he felt the aura emanating from the other party seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding mountains, rocks, and vegetation.

If not for seeing with his own eyes.

He would hardly be aware of the other party’s presence.

A shock went through the middle-aged eunuch’s heart, realizing that the other’s power was beyond his imagination.

The originally respectful smile on his face became even more flattering.

The middle-aged eunuch said, “This humble one is named Zhao Weidong, serving at His Majesty’s side…”

Shi Teng interrupted him, “Get to the point!”

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Zhao Weidong’s smile remained unchanged as he continued, “This time His Majesty has sent me to request that you, General, take a trip to Jiang Er.”

Saying so…

Zhao Weidong took out a scroll from his sleeve.

He held it with both hands, carefully presenting it to Shi Teng.

Shi Teng reached out to take it, but he did not open it. Instead, a slight tremble of power in his hand.

Without a sound, the scroll, woven from millennium silk, turned into fine ash in his palm and disappeared with the wind.

“My lord, this!”

Seeing such a scene.

Zhao Weidong was startled at first, but quickly contained his emotions.

Shi Teng said, “Tell your so-called Majesty that I have received his message. You may leave now.”

Although there was no extra emotion in Shi Teng’s words, Zhao Weidong still felt sweat seeping out from his body.

“Understood.” He breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to say more.

One step, two steps…

Zhao Weidong maintained his forward-bowing posture.

Only when his back touched a large tree did he plan to turn around and leave.

“Halt!” But just then, Shi Teng’s voice came again.

“My lord, may I ask if you have any further instructions?” Zhao Weidong dared not show the slightest resentment, bowing deeply, his head nearly touching his shins.

“I may not have much of a relationship with Ji Xuance, but the former Emperor Wu has treated me with recognition and kindness.”

Shi Teng’s voice came coldly, “Tell him that Emperor Wu’s ability to command respect from all and suppress all dissent was not because he sat on that chair, but because he was strong enough, nothing more. If he lacks the strength of his father, he’d better restrain himself a bit or else he might destroy the thousand-year foundation of his ancestors by his own hands.”

Cold sweat broke out on Zhao Weidong’s forehead.

He could already imagine the furious expression on the Third Prince’s face when he relayed these words.

“This servant understands.” He swallowed dryly and then fled from before Shi Teng’s presence.

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Central State, Taihe Palace!

Zhao Weidong, after much deliberation, decided to report Shi Teng’s exact words to the Third Prince.

As he had expected, the Third Prince erupted in fury instantly.

Bang!

His burly body stood up from the massive Dragon Chair.

He grabbed a bronze wine jug from the short table beside him and smashed it to the ground, creating a crisp sound and the floor cracking upon impact.

The Third Prince’s significant stature paced back and forth on the platform; Taihe Palace was the place for imperial court discussions. High-ranking officials from the Great Zhou Dynasty, whether civil or military, were all martial artists with substantial cultivation. These martial artists often had one characteristic — massive stature, with vital energy as vigorous as a furnace.

Furthermore, to symbolize majesty.

The entire Taihe Palace was built very large and very deep.

In the prime days of the Dynasty, with Emperor Wu sitting on the Dragon Chair, and civil and military ministers standing on both sides.

It was like a lofty deity looking down on all living beings. The Third Prince, standing by the side, had longed countless times to imagine himself sitting on the Dragon Chair and what he would see. But when the day finally came, the Third Prince was shocked to find that things were far from as wonderful as he had imagined.

This world still revered martial prowess above all.

Without sufficient strength, yet wielding immense power in his hands.

Even sitting on the Dragon Chair, the Third Prince felt as if sitting on pins and needles, afraid that everything he had would be taken away by others.

It had only been a mere fifteen days.

Yet the Third Prince’s face was already aged and haggard.

It was as if centuries of time had flowed over him, his entire being emanated a tangible black aura, his eyes bloodshot and giving the impression of a wild beast at the end of its rope.

“Merely a lackey, and he dares to scold me like this, who does he think he is!”

The Third Prince gritted his teeth in anger, his breathing heavy, “If it weren’t for my father’s promotion, he would have long been dead at the hands of that demon within the Longevity Sky!”

“Ungrateful thing!”

Bang!

Another wave of anger burst forth from the chest of the Third Prince.

He reached out to grasp the corner of a short table, yanked hard, and the wooden table suddenly flew outwards.

Various utensils clattered to the floor, and as the clear sound of a jade pot shattering echoed, the blood-red grape wine seeped outward.

“Where is the Longevity King, what does he have to say?” The Third Prince’s rage seemed to dissipate slightly, but his expression remained terrifying.

“Reporting to Your Majesty,” Zhao Weidong bowed his head, stammering, “Ever since intercepting the Immortal Corpse King, the Longevity King has been wandering about outside, traceless.”

“Wandering outside, heh heh…”

The Third Prince slowly turned around, then heavily sat down on the Dragon Chair.

“His evasion, clearly the same as Shi Teng’s, refusing to meet me, completely disregarding my presence!”

“Sigh!”

His chest rose and fell, and he let out a long breath, “Enough, enough!”

After a moment of silence.

The Third Prince propped his head with his hand, his face shadowed, “What about the Demon Dragon, have there been any recent messages?”

“In recent times, the Demon Dragon has stayed within the Mythical Battlefield, seemingly accelerating the refinement of the Blood Realm. Previously, some members of the Yiluan Bureau speculated that if the refinement of the Blood Realm were completed, the Demon Dragon should be able to quickly step into the Realm Lord Realm.”

“Furthermore, many Martial Artists have been traveling to Jiang Er, hoping to pay homage to the Demon Dragon. Some from the Immortal Sects and the Golden Family have even tried relocating their sect gates to Jiang Er.”

Crack!

The Third Prince’s cheek seemed to twitch.

Gazing at the empty hall before him, he appeared particularly ferocious.

One hand rested on the armrest of the throne, and with a subconscious exertion of strength, a crisp sound ensued, leaving five deep finger marks.

“These people are really something.” The Third Prince whispered, “Although the powers of Destruction have fallen, Central State’s Yellow Earth Pass has been breached, and beyond the Mythical Battlefield lies a plain. Yet they run like this, a bunch of cowards, really thinking they can escape?”

Zhao Weidong hung his head lower, not daring to respond.

“What about the Princess’s situation?” The Third Prince asked after a brief silence.

“Previously, the Princess pursued the Corpse King, tracked him all the way to Jiang Er, but then for some reason conflict erupted between the two, and after that the Princess disappeared.”

Zhao Weidong hesitated, “There are rumors outside saying… the Demon Dragon covets the Princess’s beauty and has captured her.”

“A bunch of mortals, only capable of thinking up such sordid rumors.” The Third Prince waved his hand, saying, “Issue my order, whoever spreads these rumors, cut out their tongues.”

“At your command!” Zhao Weidong hurriedly replied.

He thought for a moment, then asked, “But about the Princess, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to ignore her situation like this?”

The Third Prince took a deep breath, his brow furrowing.

In just these short ten or so days.

More trouble had arisen than he had encountered in his entire life thus far.

He had sent Zhao Weidong to meet with Great General Shi Teng, hoping he would make a trip on his behalf.

As expected.

Shi Teng had flatly refused, and now their relationship had become utterly strained.

“From the soul flame left in the ancestral hall, the Princess should be unharmed for now. This matter can be put aside for the time being,” the Third Prince concluded firmly.

He could roughly guess what Su Heng was thinking.

Nothing more than wanting to exchange resources from him, or even eyeing the remnants of the Destruction Power.

The reason he hadn’t resorted to forceful seizing was partly to guard against Algres’ sneak attacks, being unable to disengage. Moreover, some of the Royal Family’s treasures were in Longevity Sky, and without precise locations, it would be very difficult to find them. Instead, with this tactic, cutting flesh from the Third Prince continuously, draining his resources, would maximize his harvest.

And the breaking point of this scheme was clear.

That was strength!

Thinking of this, a cold light suddenly flashed in the Third Prince’s eyes.

Previously, in search of a breakthrough, he had not hesitated to trade with some ancient beings from Longevity Sky.

He had a Secret Technique in his possession called “Heaven and Earth Furnace,” capable of stripping talents from the lives of Longevity Sky, integrating it into his own being, but the risk was immense, and the Third Prince was unwilling to use it lightly unless absolutely necessary. However, circumstances had deteriorated to such an extent that he had no choice but to act.

“Bring those remnants of the Destruction Power to the Imperial Palace, ward off any outsiders, I have a use for them,” the Third Prince ordered, rising from the Dragon Chair.

Just then, the fiery red sun slowly set.

From Zhao Weidong’s perspective, looking up from below, all he could see was a vast shadow atop the platform, and two blood-red eyes.

A sense of foreboding came over him, filled with immense fear.

But Zhao Weidong knew the Third Prince was at the verge of rational collapse, where daring to say more was out of question.

He hurriedly agreed.

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Then, with a bow, he slowly disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

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