Chapter 130: Make You Obedient Dogs! Turbulent Winds Rise!

More than thirty cultivators led by Xiao Yue Zhenren were indignant, issuing a stern protest to Prince Yi, resolutely stating that they would never collect the qi of war and slaughter.

They belong to the Xiao Yue Mountain sect, which is not a major power like the Ten Dao Gates, but a negligible small faction with only a few thousand disciples.

Such small factions, in the vast Xuanhuang Great World, are as numerous as fish crossing a river, countless.

The cultivators of these minor factions generally have low attainment, mostly low‑level Shentong; the sect's head teacher or patriarch are roughly Shentong Fifth to Tenth level, never producing an ancient giant.

Because ninety‑nine percent of the world's resources are monopolized by the Ten Dao Gates and other great powers, many minor factions can only struggle to survive in the cracks.

"Xiao Yue Zhenren, everyone, collecting the qi of war is an important order from Young Master Chen; please give me some face and help get it done," Prince Yi said.

Prince Yi was already burning with anger, yet he had to force a slightly stiff smile onto his face, speaking kindly to persuade the crowd.

He had over fifty Shentong cultivators at his command.

The others had already been dispatched by him.

Only the people of Xiao Yue Mountain refused to cooperate.

They even threatened by leaving.

But he was helpless.

If more than thirty of this sect truly left, he would immediately suffer a severe blow and could no longer contend with the other princes.

The move by Xiao Yue Zhenren and others precisely struck his weak point.

"Even if it were an order from the Heavenly King, we must decline; farewell!"

Xiao Yue Zhenren wore a cold smile, bowed his hand to Prince Yi, flicked his sleeve, turned, and walked toward the hall's exit.

The others also shook their heads in turn, preparing to leave.

They still have to go to the Five Elements Land to obtain treasure; they have no time to waste here idly with Prince Yi.

"Y‑you… you…"

Prince Yi's face turned green; he pointed at the backs of the crowd, trembling with anger.

He had spent massive resources to support this group for nearly fifty years.

Without exaggeration, the entire Xiao Yue Mountain has survived only thanks to his support.

But these people show no gratitude at all; they leave at a moment's notice, truly treacherous.

"Brother Meng Yi, you gather such a ragtag crowd and still dare to scheme for the throne of the Great Xuan Empire?" a mocking voice from outside the hall shouted, belonging to Chen Zheng.

He had already left his secluded meditation chamber and walked toward the hall's entrance.

At the same time, he casually slapped his hand toward the head of Xiao Yue Zhenren, who was walking outward.

"How audacious!"

Xiao Yue Zhenren erupted in anger, opened his mouth wide and spat out a life talisman; twelve clusters of light flashed from it, having cultivated twelve Shentong, truly worthy of being the sect's supreme head teacher.

However, the next moment, Chen Zheng smashed the talisman with a palm, his hand relentless; in Xiao Yue Zhenren's terrified gaze, he struck his head, reducing the whole person to nothingness.

"What?"

"Supreme Head Teacher!"

Seeing Xiao Yue Zhenren reduced to bone fragments by the man before them, the Xiao Yue Mountain cultivators were shocked, their souls soaring beyond the heavens.

But before they could react further, they felt a palm wind sweep their bodies, causing them all to fall to the ground like dead dogs.

"Aaaah…"

The palm wind penetrated their bodies, turning into thread‑like black serrated strips—clearly the Great Cutting Technique—continuously slicing their viscera and even drilling into the magical core within their heads, causing all seven orifices to bleed, excruciating pain, as they writhed on the ground, emitting pig‑slaughter‑like wails. Witnessing this gruesome scene, Prince Yi felt both vindicated and a prickling scalp.

He hurried down from the throne, stood before Chen Zheng, and with an ashamed face said, "Young Master Chen, I failed to carry out your order; I have disturbed you, truly sorry."

Chen Zheng bluntly replied, "You truly should be ashamed; a prince of your stature reduced to this, being manipulated by a bunch of subordinates, is utterly pathetic."

"Ahem, the young master is right."

Prince Yi coughed awkwardly a few times, daring not to refute, his heart filled with extreme bitterness.

He too felt aggrieved.

However, there was nothing he could do; with his Shentong Wu Chong strength, he simply could not suppress these people,

Chen Zheng added, "It's still possible to remedy this; after a little chastisement from me, they will become more obedient than dogs and will never disobey again."

As his words fell, sure enough, the Xiao Yue Mountain people began crying out for mercy, "Ah, spare us, we won't dare any more, we're willing to be your most loyal dogs, quickly collect…"

Chen Zheng smiled faintly, waved his hand, and the thread‑like magical strands inside the Xiao Yue Mountain people ceased their cutting.

【5】 The crowd finally stopped screaming, collapsing on the ground trembling, gasping heavily.

The crowd finally ceased their wailing, collapsing limp on the ground and trembling, breathing in big gulps.

Looking at each one.

Chen Zheng's expression darkened: "What are you doing lying here? Aren't you supposed to collect the qi of war for me? Do you think the method I planted inside you will act again? I tell you, among your thirty‑five, the five who gathered the least war qi will be the ones I torture, torturing them until their life essence is exhausted!"

"Ah, no!"

The crowd was so frightened they nearly fainted, immediately rolling and crawling toward Prince Yi and out of the palace, each faster than the last.

In an instant, the great hall quieted down.

"Young Master Chen's methods are superb; I, the little king, can't compare," Prince Yi exclaimed, patting…

Chen Zheng waved his hand to change the subject: "I just heard those people say that news about the Five Elements Land is spreading wildly outside; what's going on?"

"Young master, the matter is this: a rumor just came from outside that Jiu Ding Xuan discovered the entrance to the Five Elements Land, claiming abundant five‑element qi and treasure there, and is selling maps. I also sent someone to purchase a copy, though I don't know if it's true."

Prince Yi explained while pulling a map from his pocket and handing it over.

Chen Zheng took the map, and his eyebrows lifted slightly; the map was identical to the one he had obtained from Meng Shaobai.

Even the temple within the wild jungle that leads into the Five Elements Land was marked clearly.

He instantly understood what was happening.

It must be that Meng Shaobai sold the secret of the Five Elements Land to Jiu Ding Xuan, and had Jiu Ding Xuan spread the secret.

As for Meng Shaobai's motive, it was to deal with his adoptive father.

Because Meng Shaobai knew his cultivation was Shentong Wu Chong, and after obtaining the map, he would inevitably go to the Five Elements Land.

Meng Shaobai definitely wasn't willing to let Chen Zheng monopolize the Five Elements Land, so he simply made the secret public.

It caused a stir, with heroes from all over rushing to the Five Elements Land, creating trouble for Chen Zheng.

Even Meng Shaobai might have informed his enemies of Chen Zheng's plan to go to the Five Elements Land.

For example, Hua Tiandu, the Supreme Unity Sect, Wan Gui Immortal Island, and even the Heaven-abandoning Thieves, etc.

Once these enemies got the news, they would certainly go to the Five Elements Land to hunt down Chen Zheng.

「That ungrateful son actually wanted to harm me. But I happen to lack resources, so I have no choice but to thank that ungrateful son. 」

Chen Zheng's eyes flickered as he whispered softly.

(Chapter End)