Chapter 197

Hai Rui City.

An elderly Yuan Dan realm cultivator brought a Grand Master flying to the Prince's Mansion.

The Grand Master spoke: "Old man, isn't this Prince's Mansion a bit too lucky?"

"The three brothers all have top-tier talent, having cultivated to the Yuan Dan realm, and now the eldest even had a son with even better talent—why don't we have such fortune?"

The elderly Yuan Dan turned and glanced at him: "Alright, stop arguing—we're almost at the Prince's Mansion. These three are narrow-minded, so later, don't say anything reckless."

Soon, the two flew into a grand mansion and landed by a beautifully constructed small lake, where pavilions, tables, and chairs had already been set up.

The elderly Yuan Dan smiled: "Prince Wang! Congratulations, congratulations!"

The eldest of the Wang brothers, Wang Song, rose and laughed heartily, the scar on his face appearing especially ferocious.

"Xu Lao, you've come—please take a seat."

"I'm not late, am I?"

"No, no, just in time—the banquet is about to begin."

Xu Lao found a seat and sat down; around him, many Yuan Dan cultivators had already arrived, all either clan heads or some second-rank princes.

Although the Wang family is neither a clan nor a princely house, their luck is undeniable—all three brothers reached Yuan Dan realm, making three Yuan Dan in one family, comparable to some single-character princes. Moreover, these three are outright ruffians and scoundrels, ruthless in their methods, having carved out their estate through slaughter and plunder, so everyone gives them due respect.

This feeling is like being in the countryside: though you're just a minor village official, you still wouldn't provoke a family with three tyrannical sons.

The second brother, Wang Zhu, estimated the time, smiled, and said: "About time—those who didn't come probably have other matters."

"Then let the banquet begin!"

Wang Zhu clapped his hands, and soon several beautiful women arrived carrying small pots before the crowd.

Those with restless hands reached out and directly pulled the women into their embraces.

Soon, the lids were lifted, and a faint, heavy earthy scent wafted into the air.

A knowledgeable person sniffed and said: "Hmm, this smell is dragon blood?"

Wang Song laughed heartily: "Not bad, Zhou Brother has sharp eyes—this is indeed dragon blood."

"My son Wang Teng possesses the talent of a Great Sage, so I specially prepared this dragon blood feast!"

The next realm after Yuan Dan is the Martial Saint realm, also called the Great Saint realm.

Those around raised their thumbs in approval.

"Prince Wang, you truly set a fine example as a good father—was this dragon from the Eastern Sea slain, or from the Northern Sea fished? Surely you didn't go all the way to the Southern Sea?"

The guests burst into laughter.

The third brother, Wang Mei, waved his hand: "Why go so far to slay a dragon? Don't you remember there's one in Bai Lu Ze?"

The surrounding laughter abruptly ceased.

Someone probed: "Brother Wang Mei, are you referring to Bai Yun?"

"Exactly."

Everyone lowered their heads to look at the small furnace filled with dragon blood, only to feel dizzy and disoriented—this damn place isn't dragon blood at all? Isn't this Yama's death summoning charm?

Many looked up at the sky, confirming no movement, and only then felt slightly relieved.

One quick-reacting person stood up, straightened his clothes, and spoke.

"Ah, look at my brain—I forgot, today my grandmother is getting married, I have to be there."

"Really sorry—if there's still a chance, I'll make it up to you."

Someone beside rolled their eyes: "Your grandmother? You're three hundred years old—what kind of wedding is she having? A netherworld marriage?"

Still, speaking again: "Ah, at this critical moment when Shen Qing might arrive at any time, even I have to go join the fun for a netherworld marriage."

Many stood up directly: "Then I should also show my respect—should we go together?"

"Together! Together!"

Soon, guests rose one after another, wanting to flee this hellish scene.

But the Wang brothers, kept in the dark, were furious.

"Gentlemen, what does this mean? Shouldn't you give Wang an explanation?"

One of the second-rank princes, Zi He Wang, possibly kind-hearted, turned and glanced at him.

"Have you three brothers gone mad from seclusion? Don't you usually inquire before acting?"

"Nowadays, who in Qingzhou doesn't know Bai Yun is Shen Qing's lackey?"

Wang Song's expression darkened—even a fool should realize he might have provoked someone.

"Who is Shen Qing? Back then, Bai Yun also said he serves Shen Qing—I thought he was just some cat or dog."

But as they spoke, a sound of tearing through the sky echoed from above.

Five figures descended, accompanied by a black eagle.

Zi He Wang hastily raised both hands: "Lord Shen! This matter has nothing to do with me—this Bai Yun was captured by the Wang three brothers, and the blood was also released by them."

Wang Song forced a smile, recognizing Shen Qing's great red python robe, but he didn't take it seriously.

Because Shen Qing bore the aura of a Grand Master, he mistook Shen Qing for someone who rose through background.

"You're Shen Qing, right? Hear me out."

Zi He Wang still couldn't help but turn and glance at Wang Song.

In his heart, he couldn't help cursing: "I, a prince, must call him Lord Shen, yet you brat dare call him by name?"

Just bury it.

In the next instant, a golden blade light flashed forth.

It came slicing horizontally.

In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent—on first glance, it seemed nothing had happened.

Wang Song adjusted his clothes, revealing a calm and composed expression.

"Having such a bad temper isn't good, I also took a blow from you, can we talk now..."

Shen Qing ignored him, simply walking past his side at a leisurely pace, Ma Qing and the four others following behind with weapons in hand, also not sparing Wang Song a glance.

Wang Song grew somewhat angry, intending to turn around and argue.

At this moment, he realized he could no longer feel his lower body.

Lowering his head to look, he saw blood gushing out uncontrollably, and he could no longer hold himself up, his upper body slowly collapsing to the ground.

"Big brother!"

Wang Zhu and Wang Mei shouted loudly, exchanged a glance, then charged at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing didn't even lift his eyes, slashing out with a blade that emitted a golden gleam.

Wang Zhu couldn't dodge in time, one arm was directly severed, blood spraying everywhere, the intense pain making him grit his teeth.

Before he could react, Ma Qing already had his blade pressed against his neck.

As for the other side, Wang Mei hadn't even had time to get close when she was intercepted by Xu Changhai and the others, several people who had long worked together in the Embroidered Uniform Guard, their coordination seamless, in just a few exchanges they left Wang Mei unable to fight back.

At that moment, a black shadow flashed across the sky, the black eagle swooped down swiftly, its talons tearing several gashes into Wang Mei's back, even ripping out her internal organs.

In no time, the three Wang brothers were utterly defeated.

Shen Qing took the main seat, crossing his legs.

"Want to talk? Then let's talk."