Novel Full Chapter 525 - Chapter 525: Chapter 250: The Matter of Bai Hua Pavilion Comes to an End_2
Chapter 525: Chapter 250: The Matter of Bai Hua Pavilion Comes to an End_2
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The Family Head beside him seemed to have just let him go.
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As the Blood Cultivation Intermediate Stage cultivator from Bai Hua Pavilion fell.
As Xin Jun, the incumbent pavilion leader of Bai Hua Pavilion, fell.
As all the cultivators from Bai Hua Pavilion perished on this spot.
Those clad in black, holding bloodstained Curved Sabers as spiritual artifacts.
Exuding a terrifying aura of bloodthirst from their bodies, the Shadow Guards slowly vanished from everyone’s sight.
As for the aftermath.
That was naturally left to a team of cultivators with no names, weeded out from the reserve Shadow Guards to handle.
“The matter with Bai Hua Pavilion has come to an end,”
“it’s time for us to return…”
“Today’s affairs are not yet settled.”
“After we go back, we still have to handle the political affairs within the clan.”
As Luo Ping, the current Family Head of the Luo Family, spoke, he quietly turned around and walked towards the direction of the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
“Handle the unfinished political affairs?”
Luo Yao, who was by Luo Ping’s side and groomed as the next Family Head of the Luo Family, heard these words.
A twitch formed subtly at the corner of his eye.
How had he suddenly forgotten about this?
Compared to handling those tedious political affairs within the clan,
Luo Yao suddenly felt that maybe it would have been more comfortable to stay at the gates of Qingshi City,
enjoying the cool breeze and silently watching the Shadow Guards’ slaughter.
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Although Luo Yao was somewhat reluctant to move,
unwilling to return to that somewhat boring and stuffy room,
if the Family Head Luo Ping himself had already turned away and was gradually leaving,
how could he remain here alone?
With no other choice, Luo Yao reluctantly frowned,
silently following behind his Family Head, step by step walking back towards the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
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The incident at Bai Hua Pavilion had already drawn quite a bit of attention.
And after the people of Bai Hua Pavilion were buried outside Qingshi City,
the news spread like a virus,
madly throughout the entire Da Feng Dynasty, and even to some powers beyond the Da Feng Dynasty.
The name of the Qingshi City Luo Family
gradually appeared on the list of clans and powers one must not provoke lightly.
After all, if a power like Bai Hua Pavilion had ended up like this,
what about those forces that were even less powerful than Bai Hua Pavilion?
If they truly provoked the Qingshi City Luo Family or encountered the Qingshi City Luo Family, how could they cope?
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In the blink of an eye, time reached three days later.
Da Feng Dynasty, Zijin Prefecture, deep within the Imperial Palace,
In a grand hall where only three people were present,
Feng Wumian, the current emperor of the Da Feng Dynasty, was sitting quietly on the Golden Throne.
His eyes were slightly narrowed.
His face, hidden in shadows, was somewhat difficult to discern.
And seated next to the new Emperor Feng Wumian,
were Feng Wuhen and the already defeated Feng Wuyi.
“You should already know about the incident with Bai Hua Pavilion, right?”
After a long silence,
Feng Wumian seated in the main position finally spoke to the two beside him.
“What does it matter whether we know or not?”
Feng Wuhen’s attitude toward Feng Wumian was still very defiant.
He had only just arrived,
and his tone was already tinged with sarcasm.
After all, the Three-Veins Ancestors who had been in deep seclusion within the Royal Family of the Da Feng Dynasty had already made it clear—the competition between the three veins of the Royal Feng Family.
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Whoever wins will be able to own the world of the Da Feng Dynasty.
As one of the three veins of the Da Feng Dynasty’s Imperial Feng Family, Feng Wuyi was defeated early on, and therefore, he withdrew from the competition amongst the royal veins early.
Leaving only Feng Wumian and Feng Wuhen.
Originally, according to the script set by the ancestors of their Feng Family’s three veins,
there was always bound to be a true struggle between Feng Wumian and Feng Wuhen in the end.
However, with the appearance of the Great Flame Dynasty, with the White Brahma Temple devouring the influence of the Great Flame Dynasty within the Da Feng Dynasty, and as the hidden strength of the Luo Family in Qingshi City gradually, bit by bit, became revealed to everyone’s eyes,
the competition amongst the three veins of the Da Feng Dynasty’s Imperial Feng Family gradually turned into a farce.
A joke that seemed extremely ludicrous.
The ancestors of the three veins of the Imperial Feng Family needed only to issue an order.
Feng Wuhen had no choice but to give up the competition and return to Zijin Prefecture.
As for Feng Wumian, who became the new emperor of the Da Feng Dynasty, he thus smoothly became the only and true ruler, the leader of the Imperial Feng Family of the Da Feng Dynasty.
Under such circumstances, how could Feng Wuhen not be envious, how could he not be jealous?
Now, merely uttering a few sarcastic remarks under his breath is already the best-case scenario.
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Above the main seat,
Feng Wumian, as the current emperor of the Da Feng Dynasty, merely glanced at his second brother, Feng Wuhen, beside him.
However, he had no intention of paying attention to Feng Wuhen’s intentions.
After that, he shifted his gaze toward the direction where his third brother, Feng Wuyi, was.
It seemed he wanted to hear what his younger brother, Feng Wuyi, had in mind.
After all, compared to Feng Wuhen’s sarcasm, he naturally preferred to listen to what his third brother was thinking.
“Big brother, I’ve long been aware of the situation at Bai Hua Pavilion,”
“But the outcome of this incident, wasn’t it predicted early on?”
“What kind of existence is Bai Hua Pavilion?”
“It’s said that the highest level of cultivation within Bai Hua Pavilion is only at the Blood Cultivation Late Stage Realm of cultivators.”
“Let alone Mortal Transcendence above Blood Refinement, Bai Hua Pavilion doesn’t even have a single cultivator in the Blood Refinement Intermediate Stage.”
“On the other hand, the Luo Family in Qingshi City,”
“We’ve long been clear in our hearts that the old ancestor of the Luo Family there is in the Mortal Transcendence above Blood Refinement.”
“Thus, no matter how weak that Luo Family in Qingshi City may be,”
“as long as the Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestor stationed in the Luo Family Ancestral Land makes a move, the outcome for Bai Hua Pavilion will only be one.”
“That is, burial outside the Luo Family Ancestral Land.”
“This time, although the news is that the Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestor in the Luo Family Ancestral Land did not make a move,”
“in reality, it’s almost the same.”
“With the Luo Family in Qingshi City having a Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestor,”
“even if the Luo Family holds slightly stronger mid- to high-level forces, what difference would it make?”
“For powers like ours, the real struggle still lies in the battle between Mortal Transcendence Realm cultivators.”
“If the Mortal Transcendence Realm cultivator wins, then we can win.”
“If our Feng Family’s three Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestors are defeated by the Mortal Transcendence of the Luo Family Ancestral Land in Qingshi City,”
“then no matter how many Blood Refinement Realm cultivators we have in our family’s land,
“it will still be of no avail…”
After saying these words,
Feng Wuyi silently stepped back two steps.
Then he lowered his head slightly and fell silent.
Previously, when the three veins of the Imperial Feng Family of the Da Feng Dynasty were still in struggle,
Feng Wuyi, as one of the representatives of the three veins,
truly could not see clearly the facts and situation at hand,
which led to his defeat.
But with that devastating loss, as he returned to the Feng Family’s original seat of power, Zijin Prefecture,
his thoughts suddenly became a lot clearer.
His vision also gradually became sharper.
If there’s a phrase to describe his current state, Feng Wuyi felt that “the players are blinded, but the spectators see clearly” described his situation perfectly.
“So it’s a contest of Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestors?”
“If the Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestors win, we can win.”
“If the Mortal Transcendence Realm ancestors lose, even if there are many Blood Cultivation Realm cultivators, it is still useless?”
Above the main seat,
Feng Wumian slightly narrowed his eyes as he silently thought to himself.