Chapter 1094: Stubborn as a Turtle That's Eaten a Weight

No witnesses left alive?

The married couple's hearts skipped a beat, and a cold chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the crown of their heads.

"

Dear, this matter already has nothing to do with us. It's the Spirit God Sect stirring up trouble. Damn these bastards!

" transmitted Dongfang Haojie, his heart full of resentment. "

They must have wild ambitions if they are trying to drag the old flood dragon into this!

"

Long Wu looked at Fang Chen and gravely said, "We need to give Uncle Qianlong a warning."

Fang Chen shook his head and said, "Not yet. Wait until they've played all their cards."

Daoist Yun Ding had once given Li Changsheng and the others a list, and Chen Qianlong's name was on it.

The next moment, Fang Chen's divine soul left his body and rose above Hidden Dragon City, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

There was only one Loose Immortal sword cultivator present, but there were at least two thousand upper three realms sword cultivators, including many in the Ascension Realm. Their purpose was to lock down the city and clean up afterward, not to join the fight directly.

The lone Loose Immortal among them was as strong as Lu Qingshu. He was clearly the spearhead. Chen Qianlong might have cultivated as a flood dragon for many years and possessed far deeper reserves than typical human cultivators, but he was still at a disadvantage when facing a sword cultivator of the same level.

Given that, it wasn't enough to seal off Hidden Dragon City. Which was why Fang Chen believed that among the Loose Immortals attending the banquet today, there were most likely spies of the Spirit God Sect as well.

The most logical arrangement was the Spirit God Sect playing support, while the Heavenly Sword Division led the assault.

Fang Chen's divine soul returned to his body.

The banquet continued, and the elders mingled with elders, and the juniors with their peers.

Just then, a group of people walked into the hall.

At the front was Chen Qingtai, patriarch of the prestigious Chen Family in Prison Wind Lands. Behind him were his son Chen Zuozu and several Chen Family elders, all of whom were in the Upper Three Realms.

Dongfang Haojie and Long Wu exchanged glances, their expressions tinged with surprise.

"It's them?"

Chen Qingtai's appearance here was indeed unexpected. Chen Zuozu wore a faint smile, his posture upright and confident. He embodied the image of the proud, young elite.

The Chen Family had come out unscathed from the upheaval in the Long Family. In fact, due to their connection with Li Changsheng, they had actually taken over many of the Long Family's former businesses.

Li Changsheng had backing from a third-turn sword cultivator, and with that support, the Chen Clan had naturally grown stronger.

Countless eyes fell upon the members of the Chen Clan.

Chen Qianlong's smile faded, his gaze becoming indifferent as he looked at Chen Qingtai.

The Loose Immortals at the table also observed Chen Qingtai with a scrutinizing gaze.

Chen Qingtai stood before everyone and clasped his hands in a salute before saying, "I'm here today to personally congratulate Daoist Qianlong on his 6,000th birthday!"

He then motioned for his attendants to present the gift to Chen Qianlong.

Chen Qianlong merely glanced at the gift. It was a jade box that probably contained spirit stones or immortal crystals. He paid little attention to it.

"Daoist Qingtai, it seems we are not well acquainted. I don't recall sending any invitations to the cultivators of Prison Wind for this occasion," remarked Chen Qianlong.

"You're being too modest, Qianlong," Chen Qingtai chuckled. "You are of the flood dragon lineage, and you have a long lifespan. Which cultivator wouldn't be an old man by the time they reached 6,000 years? On this happy occasion, we naturally wanted to come and share in your joy, perhaps even extend our own lifespans a little longer."

Chen Qianlong's brow furrowed slightly, and he said coldly, "Just say what you came here for. No need to beat around the bush."

The atmosphere in the room became subtly tense. The Loose Immortals, to varying degrees, knew about the recent happenings in the Prison Wind Lands and understood who Chen Qingtai's backing was.

"Since you prefer a direct approach, I'll be upfront," said Chen Qingtai with his smile still intact. "I hope you can convey a message to your father. Please do not protect the Heaven Calamity Dragoness of the Long Family."

The words dropped like a stone, and the room fell into a brief silence.

Dongfang Haojie's eyes flashed with anger. "What are they trying to do? Looking for an excuse?"

The Heaven Calamity Dragoness and the others had already been captured, and they were no longer in the Long Family's domain.

Fang Chen glanced at Dongfang Haojie. "This way, their actions are justified."

The tension in the room grew as everyone began to realize that this was no ordinary visit. The implications of Chen Qingtai's words were far from simple. The Chen Family, backed by the forces of the Spirit God Sect, was now making its move, and it seemed they were targeting the remnants of the Long Family, or more specifically, Heaven Calamity Dragoness.

All eyes were now on Chen Qianlong. How would he respond?

It seemed he had guessed wrong. The other side did not intend to leave no survivors after all. Chen Qingtai's appearance proved that they planned to leave some alive as evidence.

Chen Qianlong's expression darkened, and he stood up, staring at Chen Qingtai. "You say my clan is protecting the Heavenly Calamity Dragoness? This must be a misunderstanding. She has never come here; you are looking in the wrong place."

"If she has never been here, then why have I heard that there are descendants of the Long Family's third branch in your city?"

Chen Qingtai smiled faintly. "This matter has nothing to do with your noble clan. I hope your clan does not put itself at risk for some trivial reason."

At that moment, Chen Zuozu spotted Long Wu and Dongfang Haojie. He also saw Fang Chen sitting beside them.

Chen Zuozu's brow knitted with uncertainty. After a while, he hurriedly transmitted a message to Chen Qingtai, "Father, the one with the Spiritual Treasure is also here. We've stumbled upon great fortune!"

Oh?

Chen Qingtai's gaze swept over, and in an instant, he locked onto Fang Chen. A flash of delight appeared in his eyes. Without showing it outwardly, he turned his gaze to Chen Qianlong, his smile becoming somewhat more meaningful.

"It seems, Brother Qianlong, you're as stubborn as a turtle that's eaten a weight. You're bent on getting involved in this matter."

Chen Qianlong's eyes darkened, a trace of anger rising within him. "What do you mean by that?"

"There is no one here you're looking for. As for the descendants of the Long Family you mentioned, I won't hide it. They do reside in Hidden Dragon City, and are even at the feast today. But if I, Chen Qianlong, wish to protect them, what can you do about it?"

A Loose Immortal whispered in persuasion, "Brother Qianlong... he's backed by a third-transformation sword cultivator. I think it's better for us to take a step back and avoid making enemies with them."

The others also spoke up, agreeing that there was no need to make an enemy of Prison Wind over two descendants.

Chen Qianlong waved his hand and smiled at Long Wu and Dongfang Haojie. "You need not advise me."

"You two little ones, this man has come from afar; you should greet him properly as a courtesy."

The couple stood and gave Chen Qingtai a salute, remaining silent.

"You've met them and greeted them. You should understand my meaning now. You should leave."

Chen Qianlong waved his hand, and the jade box on the table was immediately sent back to Chen Qingtai with a surge of spiritual energy.

Chen Qingtai took the jade box and smiled nonchalantly.

"Brother Qianlong, if it were only a matter of protecting the Long Family, perhaps it would only anger the sword cultivators behind me. But if it's about protecting the cultivators involved in the death of Zhao Yunlu's son, it's not so simple. You wouldn't want... Zhao Yunlu to personally visit Hidden Dragon City, would you?"

Everyone was momentarily stunned. Even those who weren't Loose Immortals had heard of Zhao Yunlu. Not long ago, this individual had just ascended to the third transformation and had become the top powerhouse in Prison Wind Lands.

"Zhao Yunlu? Chen Qingtai, are you crazy? What does this have to do with Zhao Yunlu?" Chen Qianlong sneered coldly. "Are you trying to pressure me with a third transformation cultivator? Do you think we are all just fledglings?"

Chen Qingtai pointed at Fang Chen, who was sitting beside Dongfang Haojie. "Oh? Don't you know, this is the very person that Zhao Yunlu has been searching for, digging through the earth for these past few days?"

Chen Qianlong was slightly stunned. He glanced at Fang Chen and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Who is this?

He had originally thought he was some young descendant from another family, but never expected him to be connected to Zhao Yunlu.