Chapter 232: Prince's Revenge Chronicle?

This ordinary crystal coffin was first consecrated and reinforced, then "enhanced" by the Liuli Flame.

It instantly became a top-tier "sealing treasure."

The coffin lid was pressed down completely—once sealed inside, there's no getting out.

Of course, the effect lasts only about half a month; after that, it self-destructs, leaving only a pile of ashes.

If what's inside is the type that constantly tries to break out, the time will be even shorter.

"Go to sleep." Tang Luo said to Vivian, "Don't cause me trouble, understand? This monk doesn't want to convert you yet."

Faced with Tang Luo's icy gaze, Vivian had no choice but to close her eyes, becoming Sleeping Beauty.

After putting one to sleep, Tang Luo walked to the unconscious Charles beside him and grabbed him, shaking him violently.

He literally shook Charles awake.

"I was ambushed!"

The awakened Charles flew into a rage, seeing Snake's headless corpse, and without a word launched into a frenzy of corpse whipping.

He wished to crush his bones and scatter his ashes—his violent nature was undeniable.

"Enough." Tang Luo stopped Charles's movement, flicked his finger, and a flash of fire passed by.

Snake, along with the dolls lying on the ground, erupted in roaring flames.

In less than half a minute, they burned to a pile of ashes.

Charles watched, filled with dread.

"What should we do?" Tang Luo looked at Charles, also feeling somewhat troubled.

To put it bluntly, the Seven Sins must certainly be converted—this is the fundamental principle, unshakable.

But now, converting them feels like something's missing.

This has created a situation where "conversion is possible, but unnecessary."

"Maybe we should just take them along for a while, see how things go—uh, why does it feel predestined?" Predestined to convert, and waiting for the right time to do so, Tang Luo suddenly felt like a shepherd.

The feeling of an evil demon monk washed over him.

"No, this isn't predestination—it's consistent entrapment enforcement." Tang Luo immediately overturned that dangerous thought.

Buddhist monks often act like: "Donor, put down your butcher's knife; if you really want to come, feel free to chop this monk."

Once you can't resist and chop forward, you'll be sent to the Demon-Subduing Pagoda or Demon-Subduing Pavilion to cleanse your sins properly.

That's very entrapment-like.

There are also those who accidentally hook a shark, get chopped to death, have their flesh fed to eagles, and sacrifice themselves righteously as monks.

As for predestination, that's the heavenly court's style.

Back in the Investiture of the Gods war, many were predestined to die—one Investiture List, from immortal to god, no leisure allowed.

Entrapment and predestination are actually irrelevant—what matters is that everyone has always held the excellent tradition: "No need to discuss martial ethics with evil demons and heretics; stand shoulder to shoulder and attack together."

Evil people have their own grindstones.

Wanting a bandit to lay down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha instantly—without profound Buddhist teachings, it's impossible.

Even on Vulture Peak and Thunder Sound, many evil people are imprisoned and need slow conversion.

Not to mention the underworld—do you think the eighteen levels of hell are just for fun?

Of course, ordinary people cannot "enjoy" this treatment.

Thinking this way, Tang Luo felt like a high monk again—profound Buddhist doctrine, deeply inherited, truly deserving of having established merit for the great teaching, able to see the Tathagata at any time, and to see the Jade Emperor with ease—a man.

"Let's go, Your Highness the Prince—we return to Taosent, to see when your mother can take control of this kingdom." The eminent monk Tang Luo said to Charles.

Opposition is impossible.

Even if Charles opposed, his opinion would be ignored by Tang Luo.

Moreover, returning to the Taosent capital is also what he hopes for—Tang Luo's decision perfectly suits his wishes.

Silent, Charles began packing his simple luggage, preparing to embark on the return journey.

Prince's Revenge Chronicle!

After returning to Taosent, he will make this damned court swordsmaster understand what cruelty means.

And the vicious stepmother Oliana—he will also join forces with his father to make this woman understand who truly controls Taosent!

"Huh?"

Charles suddenly thought of a question: Why would Xuanzang say when that woman could control Taosent?

Is she planning to stir up a court coup?

Charles has never been one of those deep-planning types—once he thought of it, he had to speak immediately, unable to hold back.

Holding in his anger has already made him feel terrible.

"What do you mean by that? Is that woman planning a coup?" Charles asked.

"Not a coup—it's inheriting the throne." Tang Luo said.

"Nonsense." Charles snorted, "My father is still alive—on what basis does she inherit the throne?"

"Didn't I tell you your father is already dead?" Tang Luo recalled, seeming to indeed not have told Charles.

Charles couldn't possibly know of Rudolf's death.

The situation was like this.

Rudolf died because he couldn't hold back—afterward, Tang Luo went to see Oliana, then immediately took Charles and Vivian away.

The whole process took no more than an hour.

Rudolf's death was also concealed by Oliana; only days later, when the king's death was announced, did the news of the prince and princess eloping escape spread among a small circle of royalty and nobility.

Yes, Oliana maliciously pinned the eloping label on Charles and Vivian.

Although it's possible some royal and noble households have experienced similar or comparable events.

No matter how you put it, this kind of thing can never be brought to the table.

Olyana's move reduced a lot of resistance for her.

At least the voices searching for the princess and prince have diminished greatly.

Who can say for sure about such things? What if it's true? If someone elopes and you bring them back, wouldn't that be terribly awkward?

You can't win on either side.

When Rudolf's death was officially announced to the outside world, Tang Luo and the others were nearly at the forest's edge.

Given this world's level of productive development, the normal speed of information transmission.

The guards also followed Tang Luo's words, staying nearby for three days before returning to the town, only then barely learning of the king's death.

How would Charles know about Rudolf's death?

"What did you say?" Charles stared at Tang Luo, "Say it again."

"Why do you always want me to repeat myself? Well, didn't I tell you your father died?" Tang Luo said.

"Impossible!" Charles declared he could not accept it.

"You'll know when you go back, Your Highness." Tang Luo said, "Accept reality properly."

Ignoring Charles who kept saying "I don't listen, I don't listen, this isn't real," Tang Luo walked to the crystal coffin.

Vivian was comparatively obedient; even hearing this shocking news, she immediately closed her eyes after Tang Luo approached, pretending "I'm sleeping deeply."

Tang Luo crouched, supporting the crystal coffin with one hand: "Your Highness, this coffin is entrusted to you."

"Me?" Charles was furious, the future king actually having to carry a coffin?

After a brief shock, the Charles who had accepted reality immediately thought of what awaited him upon returning: he would surely take over Taosent and become its next king.

Usurpers will be devoured by his wrath, burned to ashes.

This is the true tale of the prince's revenge!

"Yes, it's you." Tang Luo threw the coffin toward Charles.

Charles barely caught it, about to smash the coffin—completely ignoring Vivian inside.

But upon meeting Tang Luo's gaze, Charles's act of raising the coffin froze solid.

"Your Highness, let me tell you the story of King Goujian sleeping on firewood and tasting gall." Tang Luo smiled, "In a distant unknown land, there was a king named Goujian..."

Charles just stood there holding the coffin, listening to Tang Luo finish the story.

"What exactly do you want?" Charles held the coffin, and with his current strength, holding it like this wasn't tiring.

"Heaven has the virtue of good life." Tang Luo smiled, "As a monk, I'm accustomed to giving people chances."

"Chance?"

"Yes." Tang Luo said, "I give Your Highness a chance—to return to Taosent, return to the capital, and whether you can stage a perfect prince's revenge depends on your ability."

"If you do this, no one will let you off easily." Charles said.

Opportunists die badly! Betting on both sides, no matter who wins in the end, they won't spare him.

"That's not something Your Highness needs to worry about." Tang Luo said.

Only children make choices; adults naturally want everything—at least on the surface.

Charles said stubbornly: "Then you just wait to die, or perhaps I'll show great mercy and let you die without too much pain."

The angry bear cub, utterly unaware of the adult world.

Not realizing such harsh words are meaningless; changing the person might even have the opposite effect.

I admire your honesty, so I'll spare you—those who say such things are either brainless idiots or have ulterior motives.

And Tang Luo will not only spare Charles, but also send him back to the capital.

The scale of the plot is so vast it's impossible to fathom what he truly wants.

"Come on, Your Highness, your revenge tale begins with carrying the coffin." Tang Luo walked toward the direction out of the forest.

The Heavenly Hound glanced at Charles, then leapt onto Tang Luo's shoulder.

Carrying the coffin was obviously impossible—Charles's height wasn't enough, so he could only lift the coffin holding Vivian and follow behind Tang Luo.

Vivian inside the coffin opened her eyes, sighed, then closed them again.

Now she can do nothing but pray that upon returning to the capital, there will still be a chance to go out, so she can do something.

As for Charles...

Just as Charles unhesitatingly abandoned Vivian, after Vivian devoured Gleaston, she no longer regards Charles as her brother.

Vivian suddenly also desires the queen's position.

For no other reason—just sit on that throne, and you can eat whatever you want, right?

Although the urge to eat can now be restrained, eating can never be stopped.

Vivian stuck out her tongue, licked her lips—you can see her teeth in her mouth have already returned to normal.

She looks like an ordinary, unremarkable beautiful girl.

After swallowing saliva, Vivian couldn't help but reach out to touch the coffin lid.

Perhaps this coffin can also be eaten?

A flash of fire passed over, Vivian felt pain, instantly pulled her hand back, instinctively placing it near her mouth.

Using saliva to neutralize the burning pain sensation.

"How can you not learn?" Tang Luo ahead turned his head, glanced, and shook his head.

This Vivian is beyond saving; better to find a time to liberate her.