Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 792 - 569: Hall Masters Gather, the Unfathomable Wanxiang Pavilion

Chapter 792: Chapter 569: Hall Masters Gather, the Unfathomable Wanxiang Pavilion

Western Hong waters, a majestic palace stood tall, belonging to the fourth prince of the Qi Family.

Outside the palace, a few figures hastily made their way over water.

The leader was none other than the seventh prince of the Western Dragon Palace, Qi Zhaoping.

Compared to his usual grandiose entourage, this time he arrived with a minimal escort, bringing only two trusted aides, which seemed rather low-key.

"Quickly, inform my elder brother for me. I have urgent matters to discuss," he commanded.

Qi Zhaoping stood with his hands hanging by his side, a cold light in his eyes, his expression betraying neither joy nor anger.

Only the two Demon Generals beside him knew how big a temper the seventh prince had just thrown in his own palace.

Being the master of Western Hong yet completely controlled by that damnable woman, to the point that both An Tingfeng and the chieftain of the Glazed Green Phoenix had been missing for days, the seventh prince himself was the last to know.

It wasn’t until someone above the Western Dragon Palace ruthlessly slaughtered several of the Glazed Green Phoenixes that Qi Zhaoping finally realized what had happened.

Anyone with a clear eye could see that the phoenixes had taken the Dragon Palace for backing—more precisely, they had seen him, the seventh prince, as a mountain of support.

Yet, they were mercilessly slaughtered right on their protector’s turf.

How could Qi Zhaoping not be enraged?

Of course, what was even more unsettling for him was that his eldest brother had entrusted him with only a handful of tasks. He hadn’t found the Black Bear yet and had planned to use the submission of An Tingfeng and the Green Phoenix as a consolation to his brother, hence he quickly sent a message south.

Now the message had gotten through, but the people were gone!

Qi Zhaoping could almost imagine how furious his eldest brother would be upon hearing the news.

No, he had to come up with an explanation.

He understood that his brothers were either in cahoots with the second prince trying to snatch the position of the Crown Prince, or they had taken benefits from that wretched woman.

In comparison, his fourth brother was relatively neutral and also possessed formidable strength.

This was why Qi Zhaoping had come here today.

Finally, led by two Black-backed Jiao demons, Qi Zhaoping strode quickly into the palace and made his way to the main hall. Upon seeing the regally dressed figure with jade horns on the throne, he didn’t even think before bowing with a fist and rebuking, "Fourth brother! Our Western Dragon Palace is about to lose all its face!"

Upon hearing this, the regally dressed Silver Dragon remained seated casually, with no significant change in expression.

He barely glanced at the brother below him and said indifferently, "Is it the face of the Western Dragon Palace, or your own face at stake?"

"..."

At these words, Qi Zhaoping suddenly choked.

Qi Zhaoyang withdrew his gaze and continued, "You know full well that the Dragon Palace despises that group of Phoenix Demons, finds their very scent nauseating, yet you still chose to mingle with them. You and our eldest brother are truly desperate."

"You want to win over these Phoenix Demons, yet you can’t protect them, and now you’ve thought to come to me."

As he spoke, Qi Zhaoyang allowed himself a slight smile, baring his sharp dragon teeth with a touch of mockery.

"Are you suggesting..."

Having his motives so succinctly exposed, Qi Zhaoping felt more embarrassed the more he listened.

Suppressing the anger in his chest, he released his clenched fists and said with a grim expression, "I understand, fourth brother. If you are unwilling to help, I will seek aid elsewhere."

With that, he turned and left.

Qi Zhaoyang watched his brother depart with indifference, his smirk turning into scorn.

With such a temperament, he dared to engage in the struggle for succession.

Drip, drip.

Just as Qi Zhaoping was about to step out of the hall, Qi Zhaoyang finally tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the throne. "I do not wish to meddle with the affairs of the eldest and second brothers, but I cannot ignore the issues of Western Hong and let others pick faults," he said.

Staring at the back of Qi Zhaoping, he slowly straightened his back, "Tell me, what exactly is going on with the Ten Thousand Demon Hall."

"So, even you’ve heard about it," commented Qi Zhaoping, turning back. Hearing these words, his eyes instinctively flared with anger. "In fact, I already had dealings with them but suffered a setback and felt too ashamed to report back to the palace."

Qi Zhaoyang nodded noncommittally.

He was well aware that the reason the seventh prince kept the matter quiet was not out of embarrassment but likely because it involved the eldest brother.

But as he had stated earlier, as the fourth prince, with neither his strength nor status being outstanding, he truly had no desire to meddle in such matters.

"Actually, when you get down to it, they’re not really that capable. After I thought it over upon my return, if they were really as strong as they seem, with their arrogant nature, how could they have let me return unscathed last time?"

Qi Zhaoping pondered for a moment, then looked up.

If the opponent had feared the Western Dragon Palace, then what was the meaning of killing the Li Qingfeng in front of him?

"I’m eighty percent sure..."

"I don’t want to hear your speculation," interrupted the fourth prince of the Qi Family bluntly, "I just want to know if they have someone from the Heaven Realm."

"Not even close," answered Qi Zhaoping confidently, shaking his head. Even with his lack of discernment, he could still tell the stark difference between someone of the Earth Realm and the Heaven Realm.

"Got it."

Qi Zhaoyang nodded and then stood up.

He spread his arms and instantly a guard brought armor to him, dressing him in silver armor and cloak that, paired with the jade horns on his forehead, made him look supremely valiant.

"Lead the way, let’s have a talk with them," he said.

"A talk?" Qi Zhaoping frowned in confusion.

Qi Zhaoyang gave him a glance, walked down the steps with his armor clanking, his expression growing increasingly stern, "Let’s discuss... Western Hong’s hospitality. The Dragon Palace doesn’t shun outsiders, but we need to distinguish between hosts and guests. We’re not accustomed to sharing these waters and lands with others."

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