Chapter 235

Long Batian came to demand the Old Dragon King's corpse? Upon hearing this, Hong Zun was dumbfounded.

Damn it, this bastard really has no shame.

We killed the Old Dragon King for you, let you take the Dragon King's throne, and you betray us?

Seeing Hong Zun stunned, Qi Xiong immediately understood what was happening, his face darkened as he said.

"Hong Zun, honestly explain what exactly is going on."

No matter how we calculated, we never expected Long Batian to come demanding the Old Dragon King's corpse.

Seeing this, Hong Zun's mind raced, and he spoke up.

"Senior Brother, your keen eyes see through; I won't hide it—the Old Dragon King was indeed killed by us."

"Then why didn't you admit it before?"

"It's not that during the earlier battle, the Old Dragon King's corpse went missing, right? I was worried Senior Brother would blame me, so............."

"Really?"

"Absolutely certain."

Anyway, we definitely can't admit they ate it; seeing this, Qi Xiong fell silent for a moment, then spoke.

"If it's lost, it's lost; let's leave it at that."

It seems there's no intention to investigate further; in Qi Xiong's view, slaying the Old Dragon King was already a great merit, as for the corpse, it's better to have it, but not having it doesn't matter either.

After terminating the Formation, Qi Xiong said to Wu Shou beside him.

"Let Lin Potian take the Elder of the Overlord Spear Peak to the Jinhai Yingdi; I'm worried those disciples alone might meet with an accident."

"Okay."

On the other side, seeing Qi Xiong not pursue further, Hong Zun also breathed a sigh of relief, but still cursed angrily.

"You bastard, even after taking the Dragon King's throne you're still restless; when you have time, go to the Jinhai Yingdi again."

"This bastard still has the nerve to demand the Old Dragon King's corpse; looks like we need to teach it a lesson again."

If I really gave it to you, you wouldn't feel guilty, would you? How did the old Dragon King die? You don't have a clue?

But it's alright, it's finally over.

After tidying up, everyone continued on their way, this time heading straight for Shu City.

Watching thousands of flying vessels take off again, the many residents of Wanji Town repeatedly sighed in awe.

"As expected of a great sect, even their travels have such a grand spectacle."

All the way to Shu City, after more than half a day, everyone finally arrived at Shu City.

Standing on the flying vessel's deck, Ye Zhangqing could see in the distance a vast, unbroken sea of forest, its end nowhere in sight.

And at the edge of this forest sea stood a towering city.

The entire city is built upon the trees, with no walls, and none are needed.

Such a city, Ye Zhangqing had never seen before.

"How is it? This is the forest sea of Shu City, quite spectacular, right?"

Xu Jie beside him laughed; hearing this, Ye Zhangqing nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, it is very spectacular."

Shu City covers a considerable area; within a radius of several thousand li, it counts as one of the few major cities.

The city's permanent population numbers a million; as Ye Zhangqing and the others' flying vessel slowly approached, a squad of soldiers quickly moved to block their path.

"Halt."

With so many flying vessels appearing at once, it naturally drew the garrison's attention; however, at that moment a Menial Disciple of Divine Sword Peak stepped forward and said.

"It's me."

Hearing this, the soldiers looked over and instantly all bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Young Master."

This Menial Disciple is the Young City Lord of Shu City; his father is the City Lord.

"We fellow disciples are out traveling, passing through Shu City, and will stay a few days."

"Yes, Young Master."

Hearing this, the soldiers, though doubtful—why would a mere outing require over twenty thousand people—still nodded respectfully.

After all, their own Young Master had spoken.

With the Young City Lord leading them, everyone naturally entered the city smoothly.

"Fellow Shī xiōng, having arrived in Shu City, treat it as your own home; tell this junior disciple of any needs."

This Menial Disciple greeted them warmly.

"Nonsense; on your turf you're in charge—when we get to the imperial capital, I'll make the arrangements."

"We should go to the prefectural city first; once there, don't compete with me."

The many Menial Disciples all spoke up.

At this moment, the extraordinary nature of the Dao Yi Sect's Menial Disciples became apparent.

Each of them, in the mundane world, is a young lord or lady of some standing—none lack a formidable background.

The Menial Disciple who just spoke is the Young City Lord of Shu City, yet among the Menial Disciples, this status is still not the highest.

Hearing the Menial Disciples' discussion, Ye Zhangqing's mouth twitched; thinking of his family's ten thousand mu of fertile fields, it now seemed worthless.

Others are either Young City Lords, princes or princesses; at the very least they're the son of some wealthy landowner.

Is this what the Menial Disciples of the number one sect of Dongzhou are like?

Under this Menial Disciple's guidance, everyone went all the way to the City Lord's mansion, the entire estate built atop dozens of towering trees.

Upon entering, they saw a middle-aged man stride out quickly, and the Menial Disciple, seeing this, shouted happily.

Dad, I'm back.

But this middle-aged man completely ignored him, simply walking past his own son, causing the smile on this Menial Disciple's face to freeze instantly.

Greetings, Peak Master.

He hurried over to Hong Zun and performed a respectful salute.

Hong Zun laughed and said.

There's no need for this; we're just out on a simple excursion, keeping things simple will do.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man said nothing on the surface, but inside he was utterly speechless.

You, with over twenty thousand people, still tell me to keep it simple?

Obviously that couldn't be said, so he immediately replied with an apologetic smile.

Yes.

They settled directly in the city lord's manor, and only then did the city lord have time to attend to his own son.

What's going on?

The city lord had never seen over twenty thousand people go out together on an excursion; hearing this, the Menial Disciple named Wei Feng laughed and said.

Because Ye Zhangqing wanted to go out on an excursion, the Peak Master brought us along.

What the heck?

Just because one disciple wants to go out on an excursion, you all came?

The city lord felt like he'd heard some Arabian Nights tale, but the facts were right before him, leaving him no room to refute.

Seeing his father's astonished expression, Wei Feng laughed and patted his father's shoulder.

That's how it is, Dad, no need to worry; we're just out on a simple excursion.

Just as he was speaking, the sound of a meal being served suddenly rang out; hearing it, Wei Feng's expression changed and he leapt toward the rear courtyard.

Holy shit.

His speed was so fast it scared his father, whose eyes widened in shock, wondering when his son had become so damn skilled in movement.

Dad, let's not talk about it now; mealtime's here, I'm going to grab a spot.

Huh????

As soon as that was said, the city lord became even more confused—just eating, just eating, what the hell is grabbing a spot?

However, in the next second, the entire lord's manor became bustling, and the disciples who had just been settled all burst out of the doors.

They rushed toward the courtyard where Ye Zhangqing lived; along the way, various techniques and movement methods appeared in an endless stream.

The servants and maids inside the lord's manor looked shocked.

「No, what are they doing? Why did they suddenly start fighting? 」

Just after arranging their lodgings, before they could even sit down comfortably, these Dao Yi Sect disciples, as if injected with adrenaline, swooshed out of the rooms, leaving the manor's people dumbfounded.