Wang Yu
Chapter 825 Relief
After speaking, he winked at Han Li.
Seeing this, Han Li sighed in his heart. With Shi Chuan Kong's nature of fearing that the world would not be in chaos, this matter would probably escalate.
With Shi Chuan Kong around, he wasn't worried about his own safety, but how to end the matter afterward was a problem.
The Eighth Prince's face was already ashen, and golden light was rolling around him, as if he was about to do something.
“The city gate is quite lively today.” At that moment, a peaceful voice suddenly rang out. An ordinary dark green beast carriage不知何时从城门内行驶了出来, the voice came from the carriage behind.
Hearing this, Shi Chuan Kong's face lit up with joy, and he quickly walked towards the carriage.
The Eighth Prince's expression also changed slightly when he heard the voice. His cold eyes flickered a few times, and the golden light on his body quickly subsided.
The elephant-headed golden demon god also dissipated and disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this, Han Li also waved his hand, and the many True Spirit phantoms around him immediately shot back and merged into his body.
At that moment, the curtain of the beast carriage moved, and a figure slowly walked out.
The person who came was a man in his thirties, with white hair draped over his shoulders. His facial features were six or seven parts similar to Shi Chuan Kong's. His eyes were gentle, his figure was slender, and he was wearing a moon-white robe, looking like a scholar in the secular world.
“Third Brother!” Shi Chuan Kong quickly walked up and grabbed the white-clothed man's hand, his eyes filled with excitement.
“Thirteenth Brother, you’re back.” A hint of joy flashed in the white-clothed man’s eyes, but his expression remained calm.
“Greetings, Third Prince!” Most of the onlookers nearby showed reverence and knelt down to pay their respects, which was completely different from the situation when the Eighth Prince appeared earlier.
Seeing this, the Eighth Prince couldn't help but snort coldly and turned his head away.
“Third Prince, Shi Po Kong.” Han Li secretly sized up the white-clothed man and murmured.
“I’m only traveling incognito today, so everyone doesn’t need to perform such a grand ceremony.” Shi Po Kong moved his arm and raised it slightly towards the surrounding crowd.
The bodies of those who were kneeling nearby lightened, and they were lifted up by a gentle force and stood up.
Han Li’s eyes flickered slightly. Shi Po Kong’s aura was strange, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing. Even with his spiritual sense, he couldn’t sense his specific cultivation realm.
“Eighth Brother, city defense is the most important thing in Ye Yang City. In addition to monitoring those who come and go to ensure the safety of the city, it is more important to reassure the citizens. Even if something happens, it shouldn’t be done in a big way. Otherwise, it will cause public panic, which would be putting the cart before the horse.” Shi Po Kong looked at the Eighth Prince and said calmly.
“Third Brother is right, but this person is a cultivator from the Immortal Domain. According to the rules, his identity must be verified first, and an identity token must be obtained before he can enter the city. Thirteenth Brother brought this person in without any reason, so I stopped him.” A trace of fear flashed in the Eighth Prince’s eyes as he spoke.
“This Immortal Domain cultivator is named Li Feiyu, and he is Thirteenth Brother’s personal guard. I have already reported this matter to Father Emperor, and this is his identity token.” Shi Po Kong waved his hand, and a purple token flew out and landed in front of the Eighth Prince.
The Eighth Prince took the token and looked at it a few times. Although he was unwilling, he nodded.
Shi Po Kong’s fingers moved slightly, and the purple token flashed and disappeared from the Eighth Prince’s hand. The next moment, it appeared out of thin air in front of Han Li.
The Eighth Prince's face stiffened, and his expression became even more ugly.
“Fellow Daoist Li, this is your identity token, please keep it safe.” Shi Po Kong said to Han Li with a smile.
“Thank you, Third Prince.” Han Li took the token. One side of the token was engraved with the pattern of two five-clawed golden dragons intersecting their heads and tails. The other side was a portrait of him, his real face.
Han Li's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the token tightened.
He had only revealed his true face a moment ago.
“Let’s go.” Shi Po Kong smiled slightly, did not sit in the beast carriage again, and led Shi Chuan Kong towards the city.
Han Li’s thoughts fluctuated, and he stepped forward to follow.
The stone mirror on the city gate “buzzed” and a clear sound rang out, the surface filled with glistening light. It reflected the figures of the three people, and there was nothing unusual.
The Eighth Prince watched the figures of the three people leave, a trace of gloomy light flashing in his eyes.
A gray-clothed man in the crowd also looked in the direction where Shi Po Kong and others were leaving, then turned and left. He soon came to a secluded corner, flipped his hand and took out a purple disc, and whispered a few words.
The disc spun around, and purple light flashed on it, but it immediately dimmed.
The gray-clothed man put away the purple disc, and his figure flickered and disappeared into the ground.
Han Li and the other two quickly entered Ye Yang City.
Behind the city gate was a huge street, wide enough for more than a dozen people to walk side by side. On both sides of the street were rows of houses and buildings, without any shops. There were not many pedestrians on the street, mostly royal attendants in purple robes or patrolling soldiers.
Han Li glanced around and then looked up. He saw that a hundred feet above the ground, a black ball the size of a human head was suspended at intervals.
The ball was covered with black lines and runes, and black ripples were constantly emanating from it, disappearing into the void.
The nearby void was filled with an invisible force, omnipresent, as gentle and dense as water waves.
“That is a restricted-air formation designed by our clan’s formation masters. Even the escaping light of a Great Luo Realm existence can be forcibly restricted. Flying in the city is a serious crime, and if caught, one will be severely punished.” Shi Chuan Kong noticed Han Li’s gaze and explained.
Hearing this, Han Li nodded.
“Fellow Daoist Li, I was inconsiderate and almost caused you to be caught by Eighth Brother. I’m really sorry.” Shi Chuan Kong said with a hint of shame on his face.
“Someone deliberately provoked the incident. Even if we had prepared more thoroughly, they wouldn’t have let us enter the city smoothly.” Han Li shook his head and said.
“That’s true. Thanks to Third Brother for arriving in time.” Shi Chuan Kong looked at Shi Po Kong beside him and smiled.
“You’re always too rash and don’t think things through enough. You know something about the situation in the city now. Before entering the city, you should have sent me a message to inform me so that I could arrange someone to meet you. Why did you have to cause such a big commotion?” Shi Po Kong sighed and said in a tone of scolding a younger brother.
“Third Brother is right, I’ll remember it next time.” Shi Chuan Kong casually agreed, obviously not taking it to heart.
“You…” Shi Po Kong smiled bitterly, as if he couldn’t do anything about this younger brother.
“Third Brother, I went out this time…” A look of excitement suddenly appeared in Shi Chuan Kong’s eyes.
“This is not the place to talk, let’s go back to the mansion first.” Shi Po Kong’s clear eyes turned, and he raised his hand to stop Shi Chuan Kong’s words, pulling him into the beast carriage beside him.
This was the imperial city, and Han Li, as a guard, couldn’t ride in the same carriage as the two princes, so he sat with the driver.
The beast carriage roared away and soon disappeared into the distance.
The beast carriage was quite fast and soon arrived in front of a tall mansion deep in the Luoqia District. The plaque at the gate read "Lord Luoheng's Mansion" in large characters.
The mansion covered a very large area. The main gate was tall and wide, enough for six or seven people to enter and exit side by side.
Two huge and mighty lion statues stood in front of the gate. The purple-golden gate, the high-hanging gilded plaque, and the guards in bright armor all showed the noble status of this mansion.
Han Li looked at the mansion in front of him and, based on what he had seen along the way, secretly estimated Shi Po Kong’s position in the Demon Race.
Shi Po Kong got off the beast carriage and led Shi Chuan Kong and Han Li directly inside, soon arriving at a hall.
The interior of the mansion was also resplendent and luxurious.
“Fellow Daoist Li, as a prince, I have to arrange my mansion in this way due to my status. I hope you won’t laugh at it.” After entering the mansion, Shi Po Kong smiled gently and addressed Han Li as a fellow Daoist.
“Not at all, I am a worldly cultivator and do not understand etiquette. Please don’t blame me, Third Prince.” Han Li remained humble.
“Fellow Daoist Li escorted Thirteenth Brother all the way and has worked hard. We should thank you handsomely. I wonder if there is anything you want or need?” Shi Po Kong said.
“I have an agreement with Fellow Daoist Shi, so there is no need for thanks.” Han Li shook his head.
Shi Po Kong was stunned when he heard this, turned his head to look at Shi Chuan Kong, nodded, and did not mention the matter again. Instead, he said, “Fellow Daoist Li must be tired from the journey. Someone, take Fellow Daoist Li to the guest room to rest.”
A purple-robed servant quickly walked in from outside. This person was a young man, not tall, with a thin and long face, but his skin was unusually fair, giving people a strange feminine feeling.
Han Li raised his eyebrows. This effeminate young man had a very high cultivation level. He was actually an Early Taiyi Realm cultivator, and his aura was very strange, cold and cunning and agile, like a poisonous snake lurking in a deep cold pool, ready to attack passersby at any time.
“Fellow Daoist Li, please.” The effeminate young man bowed to Han Li.
Han Li knew that Shi Po Kong and the other two had something to discuss privately, so he said goodbye and left, following the purple-robed servant out.
“This Fellow Daoist Li is extraordinary in both temperament and strength. Thirteenth Brother, where did you recruit this person from? Is he reliable? And what was the agreement he mentioned just now?” After Han Li’s figure disappeared, Shi Po Kong asked with a glint in his eyes.
“Fellow Daoist Li is a good friend I met in the True Immortal Realm. He has saved my life many times, so there is absolutely no problem. As for the agreement just now, it’s like this…” Shi Chuan Kong explained the agreement the two had made.
“Since he saved your life, we should repay him with all our strength. Finding that woman named Zi Ling is not difficult, but asking the High Priest to save someone may be a little troublesome.” Shi Po Kong frowned slightly and said.
“Why? I remember that you have a good relationship with the High Priest. It shouldn’t be too difficult to ask him to help once, right?” Shi Chuan Kong was stunned and said.
“That was before. Hundreds of years ago, Father Emperor handed over all the affairs of the Sacrifice Hall to Eldest Brother. The High Priest has now completely joined Eldest Brother’s command. I’m afraid it will be difficult to ask him to save Li Feiyu’s people. But don’t worry, I will do my best, and there may still be a chance.” Shi Po Kong said thoughtfully.
“Father Emperor handed over the Sacrifice Hall to Eldest Brother! And the City Defense Camp to Eighth Brother. What does he mean? Does he really intend to make someone like Eldest Brother the Holy Master?” Shi Chuan Kong’s expression changed drastically when he heard this, and he suddenly stood up.