NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 348: Undercurrents
Chapter 348: Undercurrents
Although Yiyun was condescending, she didn’t dare to be presumptuous and instead greeted Heavenly Fiend with courtesy: “Pavilion of the Immortals’ Yiyun pays respects to Heavenly Fiend!”
“I have been sent by Elder Xingyao to request your assistance in a matter,” Yiyun continued.
Heavenly Fiend replied succinctly, “That old man Xingyao is still alive, I see. What does he want me to do?”
Yiyun told the story of Lin Fengmian in detail, then respectfully said: “Elder Xingyao hopes that you, Heavenly Fiend, can capture Ye Xuefeng and bring him back to our Immortal Pavilion. We will certainly offer a generous reward.”
Heavenly Fiend let out an intrigued “oh” and closed his eyes, emitting a series of eerie soul fluctuations as he communicated with his people.
Knowing that Heavenly Fiend was gathering information, Yiyun didn’t rush him, choosing to stand quietly and wait.
After a moment, Heavenly Fiend received the latest news, which was still a few days old.
He opened his eyes and said in surprise, “I didn’t expect that Junyan would produce another exceptional genius after Jun Aoshi.”
“What is the relationship between this child and your Immortal Pavilion? And why does Xingyao insist on bringing him back?”
“Could it be that one of your pavilion’s old monsters has escaped?”
Yiyun replied, “This child is Elder Xingyao’s illegitimate son, born outside the pavilion. The elder sent me to escort him back.”
Heavenly Fiend burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the cave and shattering several rocks into powder.
“Xingyao’s bastard son? Is this old man joking with me?”
“Who is the mother? Is it you? Or perhaps it’s Yue Xuan?”
Yiyun’s face turned slightly awkward, but she struggled to maintain his composure.
“Heavenly Fiend is joking. My Pavilion of Immortals is sincere in its desire to cooperate with you. We are willing to exchange three drops of refined ancestral witch blood for your help.”
Heavenly Fiend’s expression turned cold, and he said in a stern voice, “You think three drops of ancestral witch blood are enough to exchange for my help in capturing a once-in-a-millennium genius like Ye Xuefeng? Are you people from the Immortal Pavilion mocking me?”
There was an indescribable aura around him. Yiyun withstood the pressure and said, “Then what is your intention, Heavenly Fiend?”
Heavenly Fiend seriously replied, “You need to add more to the offer!”
Yiyun’s face stiffened as she heard Heavenly Fiend continue, “I want five drops of Ancestral Witch Blood and ten bottles of Astral Star Liquid!”
Yiyun was a bit worried and tried to negotiate, “We can give you the Ancestral Witch Blood, but we can only give you five bottles of Astral Star Liquid.”
After some haggling, they finally agreed on eight bottles.
Heavenly Fiend was satisfied and said, “Go back and wait, I’ll deliver the person to you in a few days!”
Yiyun couldn’t help but feel a bit painful and bowed, “We’ll wait for your good news, Heavenly Fiend.”
After the starlight above him dissipated, he looked strange and said, “People’s hearts are not what they used to be, where is the basic trust between people?”
Since she was standing so high, why did she need to cast a spell to cover the bottom of her skirt?
I spent a long time looking through the gaps between her skirts, but in the end, I didn’t even see a single hair!
He sighed and spat out a mouthful of blood mist, coldly saying, “Netherworld!”
The blood mist churned and a man’s voice replied, “Netherworld is here, what instructions do you have, sir?”
Heavenly Fiend commanded, “Go to Junyan and bring back a child named Ye Xuefeng. Remember, I want him alive!”
Lin Fengmian’s talent is impressive, but considering his Void Realm cultivation, it’s not worth Heavenly Fiend’s personal attention.
This is a small matter, and having his subordinate, Netherworld Sword Saint, handle it would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
Netherworld Sword Saint asked, “Sir, I’ve been in seclusion and don’t know who Ye Xuefeng is. May I ask, what’s his story?”
Heavenly Fiend calmly replied, “Just ask around and you’ll find out. This boy is quite famous in Junyan now.”
Netherworld Sword Saint asked, “What if Jun Lingtian interferes?”
Heavenly Fiend nonchalantly replied, “Just tell him it’s my request. If that doesn’t work, summon my projection.”
Netherworld Sword Saint bowed and said, “Yes, sir. I’ll go to Junyan immediately and bring the person back to you.”
Heavenly Fiend nodded and closed the Blood God Technique. He then smiled faintly.
“I wonder what’s so special about this child that Xingyao is willing to go to such lengths for?”
“But never mind, it’s none of my concern! Instead, I should focus on preparing for the next Heavenly Calamity.”
“Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll have to join the Immortal Temple and become one of them.”
His figure sank slowly, and he submerged into the pool of blood again. The sound of a massive heartbeat echoed from beneath the blood pool.
In Junlin City, at the Fourth Prince’s Estate.
Ding Fuxia arrived secretly to have a private talk with Jun Chengye.
“Chengye, what are your plans?”
Jun Chengye’s gaze was somewhat ruthless, and his hand tightened around the cup.
“The throne was already within my grasp, but that cursed Ye Xuefeng appeared, and Father actually made him the Saint King!”
Ding Fuxia sighed, “Chengye, calm down, His Majesty had no choice but to use personal connections to bind him. Otherwise, Junyan would have fallen apart.”
Jun Chengye understood this reasoning, but he couldn’t swallow his pride. Why did his father give the throne to that ignorant girl, Yunxiang?
“Uncle, help me contact the Heavenly Fiend Temple and tell them that I’m willing to surrender as long as they can give me what I deserve!”
The Heavenly Fiend Temple had approached him before, wanting to cooperate, but he had refused them.
But times have changed!
Ding Fuxia was astonished, “Chengye, are you serious? If we do this, Junyan will become a vassal state!”
Even if the Heavenly Fiend Temple helped him take the throne, the holy person who would be stationed in Junyan would be appointed by the Heavenly Fiend Temple. Junyan would lose its autonomy and become a puppet state.
Jun Chengye knew this, but his face was gloomy, “Uncle, I have no choice!”
“Even if it means being a puppet Emperor, it’s still better than being a mere vassal king!”
“If the Heavenly Fiend Temple needs a legitimate reason to annex Junyan, I’ll give it to them!”
Ding Fuxia sighed, “I will contact the Heavenly Fiend Temple people.”
Jun Chengye nodded, “Uncle, be careful. Once I ascend the throne, I’ll make you king.”
Ding Fuxia smiled, “You don’t need to say that, of course I’ll help you.”
In the secret underground chamber of the King of Anxi’s mansion.
Jun Aoshi was sitting in the main seat, not drinking wine, but brewing tea, a rare sight.
Opposite him sat two people. One was short and dark, the Southern King Xu Su.
The other was in his thirties, with a handsome and dignified appearance, similar to Jun Aoshi. He wore a black outfit and had a solemn expression on his face.
He said, “Third Brother, my people are in place, and the palace guards have been replaced by our own. When do you think we should make our move?”
Xu Su also smiled, “Third King, my people are waiting outside the city, ready to act at your command.”