nagpurpolice Chapter 70 Fairy, Faster!
Chapter 70 Fairy, Faster!
The council hall of the Prince of Zhenbei's residence.
This place is extremely luxurious, with nine golden pillars supporting the dome. Each pillar is carved with a lifelike dragon, as if it might pounce out at any moment.
At the very top of the hall, two large thrones stood side by side.
Seated on the left is none other than Wang Shengtian, the only non-royal king of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the King of Zhenbei.
He was dressed in a purple-gold python robe. Although he was just sitting quietly, it was as if an invisible tiger was coiled around him. His aura was as deep as the ocean, making the people below even have to be careful when they breathed.
On the right is Princess Zheng Wanqing, dressed in a bright red robe adorned with peonies and gold phoenixes.
Her delicate and dignified face was now filled with fatigue and worry, and the look of dejection in her beautiful eyes made the atmosphere in the hall even more somber.
"Dao'er's whereabouts are still unknown, and his fate is uncertain..."
Zheng Wanqing sighed softly, her slender fingers gripping the armrest tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white, and a chilling murderous intent flashed in her eyes.
"Those rats in the Hall of Rebirth, who only know how to hide in the gutter, deserve to be torn to pieces! How dare they lay such a cruel hand on the pride of my royal family!"
The hall was deathly silent; no one dared to speak.
"snort."
A cold snort suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap.
Wang Shengtian slowly turned his head, his gaze like two sharp swords piercing Zheng Wanqing, his tone filled with undisguised reproach:
"Now you're panicking? Who allowed him to leave the manor in the first place?"
His voice was deep, yet carried an undeniable authority, causing the guards and advisors below to lower their heads even further.
"With that meager skill, you dare send him to the Hundred Thousand Mountains? Is that supposed to be training him? It's sending him to his death!"
Wang Shengtian slammed his hand on the armrest, causing the entire hall to tremble.
"The Ten Thousand Mountains are an extremely dangerous place, and now that legendary treasure has appeared, all the powerful figures have gathered here. Even I wouldn't dare to set foot here easily. But you, you're so arrogant!"
Faced with Wang Shengtian's fury, Zheng Wanqing not only did not back down, but instead raised her eyebrows and stood up abruptly.
"Wang Shengtian, stop putting on airs!"
She stared coldly at the powerful man, her voice rising several decibels:
"You know it's a dangerous place? Then tell me, when other powerful clans' heirs travel, aren't they always surrounded by entourages and protectors?"
"Only Dao'er, the dignified seventh young master of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, has to risk his life to get even a little bit of cultivation resources!"
"Isn't this a dereliction of duty on your part as a father?!"
Upon hearing this, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.
Wang Shengtian narrowed his eyes, and a terrifying pressure instantly swept across the entire area. If there were any outsiders present, they would probably have been forced to their knees by this aura.
But Zheng Wanqing remained calm and unfazed, her body radiating spiritual light as she withstood the pressure.
Just as the two were about to clash, a delicate voice rang out at the opportune moment.
"Oh dear, Your Highness, sister, what are you doing?"
The second wife, Liu Mei, who was seated at the head of the table, stood up. Today, she was wearing a gorgeous pink dress, her figure was alluring, and she had a perfectly appropriate smile on her face.
"We're all family, why ruin our harmony over something so trivial?"
"Besides, you can't entirely blame my sister. When a fledgling eagle grows up, it always has to leave the nest and soar into the sky."
Liu Mei's words, seemingly meant to smooth things over, were actually a veiled criticism, implying that Zheng Wanqing was not a good parent.
Wang Shengtian gave Zheng Wanqing a cold glance and withdrew his imposing aura.
That's enough.
He waved his hand and ordered in a deep voice, "Pass on my military order: mobilize three thousand Black Cavalry Guards and immediately proceed to the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains. Find Old Seven at all costs!"
He paused, his gaze lingering on the empty space outside the hall, and slowly said:
"As for the depths of the mountains... I will make the trip myself."
These words stunned not only the people below, but also Zheng Wanqing, who was still angry.
A hint of disbelief flashed in her beautiful eyes.
Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains lies a forbidden zone that even the lords of holy lands must be wary of. Especially now that a secret treasure has appeared, it has long become a forbidden land for the human race.
"Wang Shengtian never does anything that doesn't benefit him, so why would he be willing to risk his life in such a place for a son he doesn't usually value?"
"This is unreasonable."
Zheng Wanqing gave Wang Shengtian a deep look, her mind racing.
"What's this old man up to? Does Dao'er have some secret I don't know about?"
Although she was filled with doubts, she showed no sign of it on her face. She simply sat back down and said calmly:
"Since Your Highness has made this decision, that's for the best. Then we'll trouble Your Highness to make the trip in person. We hope that Dao'er will be blessed by Heaven."
After the council hall was empty and the terrifying pressure emanating from Wang Shengtian completely dissipated, Zheng Wanqing's figure flashed and went straight to the armory deep inside the Wang Mansion.
Inside the armory, there was no resplendent gold or jade, only a palpable aura of war and slaughter.
In the center, the Martial Madman sat cross-legged in a gray robe, with an ancient iron sword lying across his lap.
"Elder Wu." Zheng Wanqing walked in gracefully and nodded slightly to the figure.
The Martial Madman slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sharper than the sword in his hand.
"What brings Your Highness here so late at night?"
"I would like to ask Elder Wu to personally make a trip to the Ten Thousand Mountains," Zheng Wanqing said bluntly.
The Martial Madman shook his head, his voice hoarse but firm: "There's no need to go."
Zheng Wanqing frowned slightly.
"That kid isn't in the Ten Thousand Mountains." Wu Kuangren extended a finger, and a faint sword intent was slowly dissipating from the fingertip. "The protective sword talisman I left on him can no longer be sensed."
He paused, then added, "It wasn't shattered by a powerful force, but rather like entering another world, completely isolated from cause and effect."
"He must have stumbled into some secluded place, most likely an unknown ancient secret realm."
Upon hearing this, Zheng Wanqing's tense nerves relaxed slightly, but new worries welled up again, ultimately turning into a soft sigh: "In that case, we can only hope that this child will be blessed by heaven."
She changed the subject, a hint of confusion flashing in her beautiful eyes: "However, the prince's reaction was too much, it's a bit abnormal..."
Wu Kuangren remained silent for a moment, seemingly pondering something. He had no interest in the intrigues and power struggles within the Prince's Mansion, but he could sense the sincerity in Zheng Wanqing's words.
"I'm too lazy to guess what the prince is thinking."
He closed his eyes again, his hand gently stroking the iron sword on his knee. "But no matter what, Wang Dao is my disciple. As long as I live, I will protect him."
Looking at the seemingly unrestrained but actually meticulous old man in front of her, Zheng Wanqing finally showed a genuine smile.
"Dao'er is truly fortunate to have a master like Elder Wu."
She bowed slightly in greeting, then gracefully departed, her silhouette appearing even more alluring in the cool moonlight.
……
Half a month later, on the white jade steps.
The divine light surrounding Wang Dao slowly dissipated. He stood up, his blood and qi contained within him, except for his eyes, which seemed to hold the light of swords in their opening and closing.
Instead of rushing uphill, he looked down with great interest.
Not far below, Liu Ruyan was gritting her teeth as she fought a fierce battle with a branded figure wielding a giant axe. Her purple gauze dress was covered in sweat and dust, making her look somewhat disheveled, but adding to her wild charm.
"Hey, Fairy Liu, hurry up!"
Wang Dao leaned leisurely against the edge of the steps, like a bystander who loved watching a good show, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Keep it up! Just a little more effort and you're almost there! If you keep dawdling, I'm not waiting for you anymore, I'm leaving first!"
Liu Ruyan was already at her limit, and when she heard that smug cheer, her delicate body trembled with anger, and she was almost struck by the giant axe brand.
She steadied herself, her captivating eyes now blazing with fury as she glared at Wang Dao above her, forcing out a few words through gritted teeth:
"You little thief from Wusheng Heaven! You just wait!"
"Waiting, waiting," Wang Dao said with a grin, waving his hand.
At this moment, Liu Ruyan had already arrived at the 255th floor.
Wang Dao silently calculated in his heart.
"It'll be quick, just four more floors to go."
A terrifying sword intent flashed briefly in the depths of his eyes.
"I've been waiting for you for half a month, so I'll use you to test my newly mastered sword technique."