Chapter 1451 - Feng’s Wrath

The atmosphere in the hall was grim. Tianming stood beside Lingfeng. Seeing his anger, Tianming gently patted his shoulder, his lips curling into a smile.

"Brother." Lingfeng looked up, the Primordial Gate on his chest rapidly revolving. There were a few crimson streaks in the corners of his eyes, making him appear rather gloomy.

"It's alright. Problems are meant to be solved," Tianming said. However, solving their predicament meant facing the sun emperor. This was different from the Azurecloud Continent; the sun emperor obviously wanted to use the Ninemoon Goddess to turn the number one sect on the myriad sect ranking into his vassal. Anyone who dared to stop him was setting themselves against him.

"I'm not afraid," Lingfeng said.

While they conversed in a low voice, the Seven Dragon Imperials continued talking. The Saintdragon Emperor said, "The fifteen million people led by Apothecary Li, as well as the other fifteen million here, are unlikely to cause a devastating blow to us. I’m only afraid that they’ll use the wedding and the Ninemoon Goddess as an excuse to send more people. The celestial orderians have an abundant supply of experts. If they send thirty or forty million more, they can definitely overwhelm us one day. They can even deal with us on behalf of the Veildragon Palace on the grounds of internal strife."

These were serious problems.

"Most importantly, the Sky Palace and Myriad Solar Sects aren’t doing anything. We’ll need to fight on our own." The Azuredragon Emperor frowned.

"Is there any news from the Sky Palace?" asked the Saintdragon Emperor.

"I've been there several times, but they’re avoiding me. Even Granny Yuan Long is ignoring us." The Violetdragon Empress said helplessly.

The situation was ridiculous.

"I don't believe it. Will the other sects really just sit back and watch if forty million more celestial orderian troops are stationed in the heart of the Myriad Solar Sects?"

"The Northdipper Swordsage formed an alliance, but all he wants is for the Empyrean Sword Sect to rise."

"These people.…"

"In fact, no one’s at fault. The problem is that the Myriad Solar Sects are so divided that we failed to notice it sooner."

"The Sky Palace’s response is even more outrageous. I suspect the sun emperor has something on them and they’ve stabbed us in the back."

The Seven Dragon Imperials’ words were pessimistic.

"What a good actor the sun emperor is! If he pretends to love his sister, he can kill in a rage. Now he shows the world how much he loves his daughter and sends fifteen million people to ‘protect’ her!" The Violetdragon Empress grit her teeth.

Long Wanying had previously mentioned that as well. This was all part of the sun emperor’s routine! Did he really love his sister and daughter? Not necessarily. In Tianming's opinion, he picked Qingyu up and used her as he pleased.

"Saintdragon Emperor, what should we do if the sun emperor really wants to hold a wedding in the Myriaddragon Mountains, leave more than ten million people behind, and even continue sending reinforcements?" Long Wanying asked.

"It’s simple. Kill the person she’s supposed to marry," a voice interrupted.

It was Lingfeng who spoke. His words left Tianming dumbfounded for a moment. He turned to look back at the young man, suddenly recalling that Lingfeng wasn’t a good boy either. He’d grown up inside the Infernal Soul Barrier and had witnessed the death of all eighty thousand of his family members. His heart was both violent and unyielding.

"Long Renshe? That's right. Although he has a high status, he isn’t the sun emperor’s child, after all. Of course, if we casually kill him, we might cause a conflict. We must have a foolproof plan and an excuse to fight him," the Saintdragon Emperor said, glancing at Lingfeng.

"Tianming, Feng, you mustn’t be impulsive. Even if we go ahead with this, we must have the right excuse and opportunity. If we don’t behave reasonably, they can use this to start a war," Long Wanying reminded them.

"I understand, Aunt Ying." Tianming nodded.

"Their elders will certainly protect the youths well. It wouldn’t seem right if our elders were to make a move or if we sent someone to assassinate him. Our motives are too obvious. It must be some kind of accident..." Long Wanying contemplated.

They began pondering what sort of mishap it could be. Purely entertaining ideas were difficult. It was better to put in concrete action.

"We’re leaving, Aunt Ying," Tianming said.

"By the way, has Yin Chen spread out?" Long Wanying asked.

"In two days, ten million of its bodies will occupy the three thousand mountains."

That way, there would be thousands to each mountain. However, Tianming didn’t think it would be enough. The number of cockroaches had to reach dozens of times the number of their opponents so that they were ever-present. There just weren't enough metal veins.

After speaking, Tianming and Lingfeng.

...

On the way back, Lingfeng gradually loosened his fists. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Qingyu must’ve suffered a lot."

"Relax. We’ll know everything when she arrives," Tianming said.

"Brother Tianming, we’re merely juniors. Can we really change something that involves Orderia’s nova source?" Lingfeng turned to look at him.

"It won’t be easy. We came here to take Qingyu away. As long as she’s here, we have a chance. Even if something really happens, it isn’t a bad thing having the saplings absorb nova source. We might be able to escape via the Imperial Ninedragon Tomb. Of course, that’s an optimistic scenario. Let’s take things one step at a time. You’re right about the problem ahead of us—killing Long Renshe will solve our current predicament," Tianming coldly said.

"There’s many ways to kill a man, especially if you can keep track of his whereabouts at all times," Lingfeng said.

"Yes." Tianming grabbed his shoulder. "If anything happens, we’ll bear it together."

"Yes!" Lingfeng nodded. However, the killing intent in his eyes didn’t fade, but grew stronger instead.

...

As Tianming and Lingfeng arrived at Whitesource Peak, they heard a loud din in front of the Jade Bliss Pavilion. It sounded like a fight. Having stayed in the Myriaddragon Mountains for a while, Tianming knew it was the disciples of the Veildragon Palace and the celestial orderians who had come looking for a fight. Their methods and antics were endless, and their purpose was to beat the youths of the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect until they felt inferior and sank into despair.

“That’s where Long Longlong cultivates?" Tianming asked.

"It seems like it."

Because of Qingyu's matter, the two didn’t have a good impression of the Veildragon Palace or the celestial orderian juniors. In fact, they felt a strong hostility toward them. Although Long Longlong used to live elsewhere, Long Wanying had specially moved him there after Tianming had arrived so that Tianming could look after him.