Chapter 238: Damn, kill that holy maiden bitch! Back up my sister!

Inside the main cabin of the Divine Ship, the immortals who sensed the Divine Ship's sudden stop all furrowed their brows in puzzlement.

"What happened?" an immortal already asked.

But although they asked, no one rushed off to investigate.

As for the fact that Shen Kuo and the others were also aboard the Divine Ship, the lesser immortals clearly still didn't know.

Shen Qingli also didn't know, but at this moment she could "see"—

A magnificent golden and splendid pavilion had appeared ahead of their journey?

"Young Master Bai, go take a look." Liu Meng arranged, calling him by name.

Bai Qiyun nodded and left the cabin, while Shen Tie had already quietly arranged to strengthen defenses.

This voyage to the Western Demon Sea is being escorted by the Vermilion Bird Elite Army under Shen Tie's command.

Not long after, Bai Qiyun returned and said, "It is the vessel of the Western Holy Church's prince."

"The Holy Prince?" Zhan Yuefeng frowned.

He had recently crammed on the tangled relationships among Shen Ting, the Holy Church, Penglai, and other factions.

Thanks to his photographic memory, he had already noted down all the important figures from each side.

"He is the son of the previous Holy Buddha, Prince Zong." Zhan Yuefeng explained, "If there is no new Holy Buddha, he remains the Holy Church's most noble prince."

"I get it." Jiu Li understood, "If the Holy Buddha appears, he won't be so noble; coming to block us now—could he be seeking cooperation?"

Shen Qingli pinched its little claws, "You're the smart one."

"Fine, I won't say anymore~" Jiu Li continued to lie flat.

Bai Qiyun already smiled and said, "Prince Jiu's guess is correct, but they seem to lack sincerity."

"Prince Jiu? Me?" Jiu Li scratched his head, "That doesn't sound great, like a 'leek prince'."

Upon hearing that, Jiu Ying immediately lifted his head, "How about calling me Prince Jiu? I wouldn't mind."

"Alright, stop arguing." Shen Qingli told Jiu Ying to go take a look.

However, just as Jiu Ying stepped forward, the other side shouted.

"Is that the Divine Ship where Shen Shenji is aboard ahead?"

"Who are you!"

Jiu Ying, this loudspeaker, had already been calling out from outside.

The immortals inside the cabin exchanged glances; this fierce pet of Shenji really—

"Let's go check it out." Shen Qingli rose, and Liu Meng naturally had no objection.

Xiyan, who had been stripped of her battle qualifications, had several times started to speak but stopped, all being blocked by Qiu Jun.

"Junior Brother, why do you keep stopping me? Their rudeness easily provokes unnecessary conflict."

"I know you hold a grudge against Shenji, but you should also know when to stop; this isn't Penglai, and not everyone will indulge you." Qiu Jun had to speak firmly!

In Penglai, Xiyan was the youngest, with excellent talent, and was deeply favored by all the masters.

Qiu Jun also knew that there had been joking remarks saying that if Xiyan could become a god, she would be worthy of the God Venerable Cangpei.

Before, no one took it seriously. Now Qiu Jun realizes Xiyan truly believes it. So since the God Venerable acknowledged the choice of a mistress, she has already felt resentful!

"Minor squabbles are fine, but don't cause trouble for Penglai! Also don't invite trouble for the God Venerable, or else only you will suffer." Qiu Jun reminded.

Xiyan's eye sockets instantly turned red, "I didn't—I—"

"No need to justify yourself to me; even if you're not on the battle list for this trip, you'll still come along—I only hope you speak and act cautiously."

After Qiu Jun finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the cabin door, following the other nearly hundred young talents, leaving Xiyan alone on the spot wiping her tears, unwilling.

Outside the cabin, on the Holy Church's vessel that had intercepted the Divine Ship, a richly dressed young man stepped out, followed by several inscrutable god-kings!

Since Shen Qingli emerged, this person had precisely fixed his gaze on her! His eyes conveyed a covert scrutiny and assessment, with the arrogance and rudeness of picking a cut of meat at a butcher's stall.

Liu Meng showed no indulgence, "Where did this little hooligan come from!"

"Impudent!" a Holy Church god-king shouted in anger.

"Your grandpa!" Jiu Ying roared!

Even though it hasn't become a god yet, its voice is loud and its aura fierce!

Moreover, it directly matched the god-king's prestige.

Prince Zong immediately raised his hand, signaling those nearby not to provoke.

He also bowed slightly toward Shen Qingli and said courteously, "I am Prince Zong; please grant me an audience, Lady Shenji."

"Senior Sister, A Li, those eight behind him are the Eight Great Vajra God-Kings; each possesses strength at the Investiture of the Gods level, and if they join forces they can contend with a Star Lord." Zhan Yuefeng whispered the explanation to Liu Meng and Shen Qingli.

The Eight Great God-Kings, who could contend with a Star Lord, are all serving as attendants to a mere Upper Immortal realm Holy Prince.

One must know, gods and immortals essentially have a great difference in strength.

In Shen Ting, gods would absolutely not serve as attendants to an Upper Immortal; at most they would be elders or dharma protectors.

For example, the Golden Crow protects Shen Qingli, and the Turtle Minister protects the Dragon Prince.

But these eight god-kings before us are clearly different; Prince Zong raises his hand and they immediately bow in reverence.

But Liu Meng didn't understand, "This place is still under my Shen Ting's jurisdiction; your lord's unauthorized intrusion is bad enough, yet you also sail sideways to block my little junior sister—what kind of etiquette is this?"

"Our vessel didn't intrude recklessly." A god-king presented a document, "The Holy Prince is acting on orders from our Holy Church, on a mission to your Shen Ting, with the sole purpose of meeting Lady Shenji."

Bai Qiyun reached out and drew the document toward him.

Zhan Yuefeng unfolded it to look, and indeed there was no problem.

"How about it, may we have an audience?" Prince Zong opened his mouth.

Liu Meng closed the document, "Since it's an envoy mission, you should go to the Dao Palace; why block my Divine Ship? We have no spare time to serve as messengers, nor is it within our duties. Holy Prince, please proceed."

After the words fell, Liu Meng also looked toward Shen Tie, "Four Generals, continue onward."

"Wait!" the Holy Prince still gazed at Shen Qingli, "Do you think I am unworthy of an audience with you? If you worry about safety, I could come to your Divine Ship myself."

"You just don't understand nice words, do you?" Liu Meng relented, "You hooligan behavior—what makes you think you can meet our Divine Maiden?"

"Is our Divine Maiden some stray cat or dog? You just block the road and think you can see her whenever you want? If you didn't have that summons, you'd already have been beaten! Understand?"

"Exactly!" Many young talents who disliked the Dharma Prince's arrogant attitude chimed in.

"How presumptuous!" Shen Ting's God King shouted again, but Prince Zong blocked them once more.

"Never mind." Prince Zong chuckled, "Perhaps our customs differ; I meant no offense, I simply admire Shen Qingli and wish to marry her."

Having said that, he looked at the Eight Divine Kings and said, "Go, send out my betrothal gift."

Meanwhile, an uproar broke out aboard the divine vessel.

Even the Dragon Crown Prince was furious, "Where did this thing come from again? How did it get intercepted once more?"

Last time it was the Celestial Lord of the Granary proposing marriage, and at least he was a revered deity of Shen Ting, but this guy? Nobody's even heard of him!

Moreover, she is the pearl in the palm of the Divine Lord and Empress—how could she possibly marry out to Shen Ting? Where does he get the confidence!

Shen Qingli didn't really understand either, and without intending to find out, she spoke, "Sorry, I have no interest in you, so I won't accept the betrothal gift."

Her clear rejection left the obviously self-satisfied Prince Zong slightly stunned, "You're rejecting me? Do you know who I am?"

"Our Divine Maiden certainly knows." Xiyan's voice rose from the crowd, "He's the son of the previous Holy Buddha, Shen Ting's Dharma Prince—but so what?"

Those words were blatantly provocative!

Prince Zong's face had already darkened…

Xiyan still wanted to say, "What kind of person is our Divine Maiden! Could a mere Upper Immortal Prince like you ever be worthy of her?"

The Eight Divine Kings of Shen Ting all changed expression! Qiu Jun even stepped forward to pull Xiyan back, but she had already finished speaking.

Seeing everyone looking at her, she still spoke with a smile, "How, did I say something wrong? Even when the Penglai Divine Lord proposed marriage, the Divine Maiden still refused him."

"He's merely a lowly Upper Immortal, a Dharma Prince—how could he compare to the exalted Penglai Divine Lord? I see, within and without Shen Ting, no immortal could be worthy of our supremely noble Shen Qingli! Even if the Dao Sovereign were alive, he wouldn't be worthy either."

Flattery to kill!

Xiyan's goal.

Isn't she already lofty?

Then let's make her even loftier, so she never comes down from the pedestal!

Let's see if she can handle being praised so highly!

The result…

"Of course it's not suitable."

A divine voice descended.

Earth Two has arrived, and he didn't want it either.

But he had no choice; he reluctantly came anyway.

"Only the Holy Buddha is worthy."

As Earth Two's words fell, he flicked his sleeve, and a betrothal gift weighing tens of thousands of miles arrived as well.

"Divine Lord, Empress, you're both here too, right? This is the sincerity of the Holy Buddha's request to marry your daughter."