Novel Full Chapter 1338: 369: So What If He Is the Emperor of Dajing? The Blood-Stained Will of the True Martial Divine Sect
Chapter 1338: Chapter 369: So What If He Is the Emperor of Dajing? The Blood-Stained Will of the True Martial Divine Sect
The Emperor nodded and then averted his gaze.
The State Preceptor stroked his beard with a gentle smile, his eyes flickering slightly as he looked at Lu Chi, his gaze shimmering with a certain brilliance.
While Lu Chi was savoring the Spirit Meat Juice Meatballs personally served by State Preceptor Xie Yushen, the gazes of the three Princes who sat below the Emperor and Empress at the banquet table were cast towards him.
The Eldest Prince, Lv Yousheng, with his hair turned white and looking extremely old, merely glanced once and shook his head before continuing to enjoy the delicacies.
This position of Crown Prince, he had waited for so many years…
Even for this position, he had damaged his Divine Fetus, and his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had declined, losing any desire to compete long ago.
The Second Prince, Lv Hengyi, and the Third Prince, Lv Litong, both had eyes sharply fixed on Lu Chi.
Having contact with the State Preceptor and winning the favor of the Cloth Robe National Master, they could already feel Lu Chi, this young cub, raising its claws towards them.
The Third Prince, Lv Litong, sneered: “Trash, always trash, thinking that by associating with the State Preceptor, you can earn a seat at the table?”
“What a pity, the State Preceptor himself has no cultivation; the reason the State Preceptor is a State Preceptor is that Father needs him to target the Great Divine Sects and suppress their development…”
“The State Preceptor is nothing but a knife in Father’s hand, merely a tool.”
Lv Litong took a sip of the fine wine and then turned to look at the silently seated Han Sixi beside him, who seemed to blend into the air.
“Han Diao Temple, don’t you agree?”
Han Diao Temple lowered his face, bowing: “Your Highness… this servant dares not speak rashly about the State Preceptor.”
Lv Litong chuckled softly: “The State Preceptor is now Father’s knife, and in the future… will also be my knife…”
“Lu Chi, thinking in vain to leverage Father’s knife to advance early, isn’t he afraid of the knife backfiring and slitting his throat.”
Lv Litong sneered coldly, his gaze sweeping towards the Second Prince, Lv Hengyi.
This Second Prince was the true opponent of Lv Litong.
Though the Eldest Prince had seniority and age, ultimately… he was too old.
If Father were willing to make him the Crown Prince, why wait for two complete cycles of 60 years?
The Third Prince looked at the field and suddenly turned his gaze, sweeping over the area where the Qian Yuan Divine Sect was located.
A trace of strange light flickered in his eyes.
“That Li Nuanxi… actually defeated the Chulong Zhang Yunhuang of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, quite unexpected; her talent… is really quite good.”
“And also the Young Master of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect… what a pity, she’s too young, if she were a bit older it would be better.”
“Second Brother would probably quite like this little girl.”
The Third Prince sneered again.
The always-lowering his head Han Sixi suddenly raised his head and said in a deep voice: “Your Highness, such words should not be spoken lightly…”
“What to fear, can Second Brother do it but not let others talk about it?” The Third Prince sneered.
Han Sixi lowered his head again, saying nothing.
Only, his eyes showed an eagerness to roll up his sleeves.
Looks like, soon enough, he would be able to sneak up and stab the Third Prince from behind, seeking credit from the Lord after backstabbing!
My family…
Very much looking forward to it.
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Shuaa—shuaa—shuaa—
The rain became increasingly torrential.
The third round of the Chulong Victory Conference, with the final battle concluded, finally decided the six candidates advancing to the fourth round.
These six Chulong, could all receive a reward of a five-thousand-year-old peach.
However, against everyone’s expectations, two of these six Chulong… chose to forfeit.
They were the disheveled girl dressed in white gauze from the South Sea Bamboo Forest, and the Chulong of the Dragon God Lineage.
Both chose the five-thousand-year-old peach, refusing to continue the challenge.
This resulted in only four slots remaining for the fourth round.
They are Li Nuanxi of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect’s first Chulong, Shi Xuan of the True Martial Divine Sect’s first Chulong, Zhang Yunhu of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect’s second Chulong, and Zhang Yunlong of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect’s first Chulong.
The Purple Mansion Divine Sect surprisingly occupied two of the four slots in the fourth round!
When the slots were announced, even the dignitaries and nobility attending from the Second City couldn’t help but sigh gently.
Not to mention the many Jianghu Guests gathered from the Third City.
“Indeed… It feels like the champion of this year’s Chulong Victory Conference will be from the Purple Mansion Divine Sect again.”
“There’s no helping it, the Purple Mansion Divine Sect’s cultivation methods are just too underhanded; they cultivate the relationship between Divine Children and Temple Gods from a young age, using Essence Blood and Divinity to feed and raise the Temple God, and have methods to borrow the Temple God Power…”
“The Temple God is said to be invincible at the same level, thus, naturally invincible in this Chulong Victory Conference…”
“If not for Li Nuanxi of the Qian Yuan Divine Sect defeating Zhang Yunhuang, perhaps three of the top four slots would have been taken by the Purple Mansion Divine Sect!”
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The rustling sound echoed endlessly.
In the White Jade Square.
Beams of light shot forth, spiraling continuously in the air.
Those were four threads of Divinity.
The Purple-clothed Eunuch Lian stood at the center of the White Jade Square, with hands folded at his abdomen, head raised, his full head of white hair flying as he said in a deep voice: “In the fourth round of the Chulong Victory Conference, the victor of this round may receive a seven-thousand-year-old peach…”
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
As his words fell.
The entirety of the Second City and Third City fell silent.
The five-thousand-year-old peach!
The energy contained within must be so immense, the effect of extending lifespan perhaps not as potent as the nine-thousand-year-old peach, but certainly far from ordinary!
However, for the four Chulong in the field, perhaps none may obtain this five-thousand-year-old peach.
After all, only by securing victory in the fourth round can one gain the five-thousand-year-old peach.
And after gaining victory, one advances to the fifth round, the battle for the top!
Having already reached the fifth round…
Who would willingly give up?
They would naturally choose to continue the challenge, and the five-thousand-year-old peach would then be offered up, so naturally, no one would receive it.
Unless, the fifth round was an internal duel between the two Chulong of the Purple Mansion Divine Sect, wherein the second Chulong, having won the fourth round, directly chooses to take the five-thousand-year-old peach.