Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 551 - 480 Who Cares if the Floods are Sky-High
Chapter 551 -480: Who Cares if the Floods are Sky-High (6K, asking for monthly passes)_3
Chapter 551 -480: Who Cares if the Floods are Sky-High (6K, asking for monthly passes)_3
“…” Yin Qizhang fell silent for a long time before he slightly parted his lips, “It’s not that I’m afraid to see her; I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist the urge to bury her with my own hands.”
He had almost foreseen how Xuan Yue City gradually became a vassal of the Dragon Descendants, step by step.
With his daughter in someone else’s hands, how could he refuse their commands.
On one hand was his only daughter, on the other, the entire Xuan Yue City.
Yin Qizhang displayed a self-deprecating smile, “The merciful do not assume command, those who hesitate only bring suffering upon themselves. Perhaps I’m really not cut out to be the City Lord.”
Chaotian Sword Sect sent out twelve letters, all of which went unanswered.
He reached out his hand, in which there was a wrinkled piece of letter paper. He had not used a Jade Slip but had written it himself, intending to send it to Nanyang, yet in the end, no messengers were dispatched.
As the City Lord, how could he allow himself to fall into a desperate frenzy.
It was time to wake up.
“Let’s go.”
Yin Qizhang slowly stood up, intending to look back but then stopped, his expression wooden as he said, “Prepare the Welcome Dragon Banner.”
His figure vanished from the spot.
When he reappeared, he was standing in front of the gathered cultivators of Xuan Yue City.
Yin Qizhang’s gaze settled calmly on the two banners, he casually greeted with a cupped-hand salute, and then, under many complicated stares, he turned back and entered the hall, “Prepare a feast to entertain Young Master Wu.”
“…”
Wu Jun watched his perfunctory actions, his eyelid twitching.
But he didn’t press too hard. After all, besides being the City Lord, this middle-aged man was also a Baiyu Capital Cultivator with a terrifying level of cultivation.
If he truly lost his mind, even the Dragon Descendants would feel incensed.
“We’ll all be family in the future, there’s no need for such formality,” Wu Jun said, waving his hand to signal everyone, though his voice unavoidably carried a hint of mockery.
Upon hearing that grating phrase “we’re all family,” many Xuan Yue City cultivators closed their eyes, reopening them with forced smiles as they followed.
…
With Xuan Yue City exerting great restraint,
the evening banquet was quite successful. Amidst laughter and the clinking of cups, the atmosphere was superficially harmonious.
“The bridal price has been fully delivered; I will take her back to my residence early tomorrow morning,” Wu Jun said proudly, standing and gesturing with his cup to everyone.
The cultivation of Returning to Void’s tenth layer was so oppressive that the cultivators of Xuan Yue City couldn’t even raise their heads.
Seeing that Yin Qizhang remained seated but still emotionlessly raised his cup when Wu Jun looked at him, the scar on his face seemed to glow even more vividly.
“Father-in-law, we should get closer in the future,” Wu Jun said, finishing his drink in one gulp and gesturing to his subordinates to refill his cup.
Yin Qizhang looked up, then suddenly dipped his index finger in the wine and gently drew a line on the tabletop.
Using the wine as a talisman, he laid down a terrifying Great Formation.
A simple gesture displayed the immense power of a Baiyu Capital Cultivator to everyone.
Feeling the terrifying sealing power within the formation, Wu Jun held his cup, his face suddenly changing color.
The next moment, Yin Qizhang calmly raised his palm.
The wine talisman slowly rose and then settled on himself, “That’s enough for tonight; I’m rather weary.”
With the Great Sealing Formation, he forcefully locked his own cultivation.
Seeing this, Wu Jun instinctively swallowed hard.
To seal his cultivation was to prevent himself from acting on impulse. As for the target he might wish to strike, there could be no one else but Wu Jun himself.
But aside from Yin Qizhang, there were more than a few cultivators present who could annihilate them.
This peculiar scene, witnessed by everyone present, made them shiver, and many, emboldened by the wine, started to stand up noisily.
Their eyes, red with rage, glared at the smug members of the Demon Race around them.
Several of them already had their hands on the Storage Bags at their waists.
At that moment,
a demure figure in plain clothes walked over slowly.
She timidly held up a small jar of wine to Wu Jun, “Yajun… Yajun offers a drink to Young Master Wu.”
With Yin Yajun’s entrance, everyone else was struck as if by lightning, frozen on the spot.
“Dad, I’m going to leave first,” Yin Yajun struggled to swallow the wine, her voice barely louder than a mosquito’s as she looked at the middle-aged man.
“Huh.”
Yin Qizhang averted his gaze, feeling the Great Formation on his body.
Suddenly, he thought… perhaps he had sealed it too early.
Wu Jun felt the barely perceptible crack in the atmosphere of the Great Formation emanating from this Baiyu Capital Cultivator and quickly finished the remaining wine, “I too am weary; let today’s feast end here.”
After speaking, he put down his cup,
and, accompanied by a throng of demons, quickly left the banquet,
heading towards the courtyard that Xuan Yue City had prepared for them in advance.
It seemed somewhat disgraceful.
But out of everyone’s sight, he revealed a triumphant smile.
Just from the scene just now,
Xuan Yue City’s submission to the Dragon Descendants was as good as set in stone.
With this relationship,
his Turtle Army might gain some extra cultivators, thereby securing his position as the first army under the Dragon Descendants.
This was what true triumph felt like.
As if to confirm his thoughts,
the moment he entered the courtyard with his troops, Wu Jun suddenly felt a breeze brush past him, carrying an eerie chill, as if seeping into his bones.
His drunkenness abruptly lifted.
The rest of the troops also grew tense, surveying their surroundings before shouting, “Who’s out there playing tricks? Do you not recognize these two Dragon Banners?” fгeewebnovёl.com
Their sharp voices were swallowed by an invisible barrier, not a sound reaching outside.
It was as if the entire courtyard was isolated.
Atop the roof, two lithe silhouettes stood, one in front of the other, their clothes fluttering in the night breeze.
In the moonlight, that handsome face was even more pale, with a flame flickering between his brows.
