Nine Realms Sword Emperor
Chapter 211 - 212: Sinister Schemes (Please Favorite, Tip, Recommend)

Chapter 211: Chapter 212: Sinister Schemes (Please Favorite, Tip, Recommend)

Chu Ning naturally referred to the Emperor of Fertility’s Monument.

Although Chu Fengmian had obtained the treasure of the Emperor of Fertility by now, among all the treasures left by the Emperor, the most precious was the Emperor of Fertility’s Monument he personally crafted.

Should Chu Ning get his hands on the Emperor of Fertility’s Monument, it would be enough to make his power invincible beneath the saints, even Zhi Lingtian could be defeated.

Thus, what he desired most was the Emperor of Fertility’s Monument.

"A mere Spiritual Artifact, that kid has plenty of wealth now. If Brother Chu is willing to join forces against this kid, letting you pick a Spiritual Artifact first is no issue."

Yan Nan, the young master, laughed heartily.

The wealth on Chu Fengmian was so immense that the loss of one Spiritual Artifact wouldn’t matter.

"Good, Young Master Yan Nan is indeed decisive."

Chu Ning also laughed out loud, ready to join the fray against Chu Fengmian.

"Count me in."

Cheng Tiangong also spoke from the side.

"Good, as long as one is willing to join, there will be a share of the wealth on Chu Fengmian for everyone."

Yan Nan, the young master, said happily.

He was somewhat unclear about Chu Fengmian’s current strength. After all, Chu Fengmian had obtained a considerable amount of treasures from the Emperor of Fertility’s mausoleum, not to mention the Emperor of Fertility’s legacy.

The more people that joined, the easier it would be to deal with Chu Fengmian.

"What about the Saint Heir? What do you think?"

Seeing that the other three had not volunteered to speak up, Young Master Yan Nan took the initiative to ask the Saint Heir.

The Saint Heir also had a grudge against Chu Fengmian. If he could be pulled into their alliance, their chances of handling Chu Fengmian would increase.

Though it meant that one more person would have to share in Chu Fengmian’s wealth in the future.

But the more people were gathered, the greater the certainty of dealing with Chu Fengmian. Given Chu Fengmian’s talent, his strength would naturally have grown considerably since receiving the legacy.

Obtaining Chu Fengmian’s wealth was not the most important thing; killing Chu Fengmian was the main reason Yan Nan, the young master, had assembled everyone.

His grudge against Chu Fengmian was such that, given the chance, Chu Fengmian would surely try to kill Yan Nan, the young master.

Now it was imperative to kill Chu Fengmian before he could grow, so dividing the wealth further was of no concern.

Killing Chu Fengmian was what truly mattered.

"Ambush Chu Fengmian?" The Saint Heir’s eyes shifted as he spoke indifferently.

"This matter, I am not particularly interested in. In this trial, I have also made some gains. For now, it is more important to leave the Holy Land and seek a breakthrough."

"As for the matter of ambushing Chu Fengmian, your strengths are already sufficient."

The Saint Heir, while speaking, flashed and directly left.

Deal with Chu Fengmian?

The wealth on Chu Fengmian was incredibly tempting, but there was also great risk involved in this affair.

The Saint Heir had received countless benefits from the trial; he was the one with the most gains among all those present. Although Chu Fengmian’s wealth was alluring, it was not worth risking everything.

He was to be the future master of the Black Market and naturally did not wish to hazard everything against Chu Fengmian.

"Hmph, that Saint Heir, running off by himself."

Yan Nan, the young master, snorted coldly, his tone carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

The Saint Heir’s cultivation of the Killing Heart Demon Technique, when used during the siege, would have caused great trouble for Chu Fengmian.

For this reason, Young Master Yan Nan chose to ally with the Saint Heir but never expected that the Saint Heir wouldn’t cooperate with them and left on his own.

"Forget it, Young Master Yan Nan, with the Saint Heir gone, there’s one less person to share that kid’s wealth."

Feng Poxuan spoke up with a shift in his gaze.

"My grievance with Chu Fengmian isn’t significant, but monopolizing the treasure trove of the Emperor of Fertility by one person is too greedy."

"My demand isn’t high, I just want a share of that kid’s wealth—how about that?"

"Good, with Brother Feng’s assistance, we’ll be more certain in dealing with this kid!"

Young Master Yan Nan nodded in agreement.

Feng Poxuan was not inferior in strength to them. With Feng Poxuan added to the mix, it meant four Martial Artists at the peak of the Regulating Wind Realm were now besieging Chu Fengmian.

Four Martial Artists of the Regulating Wind Realm, even if Zhi Lingtian himself came, he would probably be killed. It was thought that no Martial Artist below a Saint could stand against their united force.

As for the last person.

All four sets of eyes inevitably turned toward the final one—Mo Ruoxue.

While her relationship with Chu Fengmian was neither good nor bad, they were well aware of Chu Fengmian’s ties with Han Yueli.

Now that Mo Ruoxue was a disciple of Cold Snow Pavilion, it remained unclear whether she would join them in opposing Chu Fengmian.

"I wonder if Fairy Mo is interested in dealing with Chu Fengmian, that boy?" Young Master Yan Nan finally asked directly.

If Mo Ruoxue’s attitude remained vague, it would cause trouble later on, so it was better to ask clearly.

Since Mo Ruoxue was willing to come for consultations, she naturally had relevant thoughts in mind.

"Dealing with Chu Fengmian? I’m not terribly interested."

Mo Ruoxue spoke coldly, but her speech took a sharp turn as she continued.

"However, since this kid dares to covet Junior Sister Han, he’s no good person. Killing him will stop him from troubling Junior Sister Han in the future."

With these words, Mo Ruoxue’s stance was fully revealed.

"Excellent! Fairy Mo is willing to join us, and naturally, you’ll have a share of Chu Fengmian’s wealth," Young Master Yan Nan laughed and declared.

This meant they now had five Martial Artists at the peak of the Regulating Wind Realm.

Unless a Saint came to intervene, Chu Fengmian was destined to die this time.

In this Holy Land, Saints were not allowed to enter, and even Chu Fengmian’s master, the Venerated Beihan, could do nothing to save him.

Today, Chu Fengmian was certain to die.

Unaware of the schemes outside, Chu Fengmian was wholeheartedly helping Han Yueli, driving away the cold poison from her body.

Within the palm of Chu Fengmian’s hand, the medicinal power of the thousand-year Fire Lotus was being consumed bit by bit.

Every bit of the Fire Lotus’s expended medicinal power was also driving away the cold poison from Han Yueli’s body.

After an hour, Chu Fengmian’s face was somewhat pale.

The medicinal power of a holy medicine was immense, and utilizing its power was an extremely taxing task.

Moreover, Han Yueli’s body was especially vulnerable due to alternating extremes of cold and heat. If Chu Fengmian made any mistake in balancing the two powers,

both the cold poison in Han Yueli’s body and the force from the thousand-year Fire Lotus were enough to make Han Yueli fall on the spot.

The tense vigilance caused beads of sweat to drip from Chu Fengmian’s brow continuously.