PFC Chapter 262 A Beauty That Could Topple Kingdoms
Chapter 262 A Beauty That Could Topple Kingdoms
An elderly man in black robes emerged from the darkness and reassured him, "Young Master, don't worry. Protector Cheng may have been delayed by something; perhaps he's currently in seclusion cultivating..."
"The Heavenly Demon's Heart is of utmost importance; it cannot be lost... No..."
Wu Shaotian frowned and said, "Elder Jin, quickly give the order to send a few people to infiltrate the Great Yu Dynasty and see what's going on."
He paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Also, find out about that brat Li Wudao. Has he been dealt with yet... I won't be able to eat or sleep if he's not dead!"
Suddenly, Wu Shaotian realized something, his expression turning somewhat grim. "Something's not right. Cheng Yuanliang never dares to reply to me the next day. Could it be...?"
"Is the young master worried that Protector Cheng has met with misfortune?"
The old man in black robes' eyes flickered: "That can't be right. Logically speaking, in a small place like the Great Yu, the highest rank a Martial King could reach. With Protector Cheng's strength, no one should be able to do anything to him..."
"It's better to be safe than sorry. For some reason, I have a bad feeling."
Wu Shaotian stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the flickering candlelight on the table, his eyes filled with uncertainty.
........
The outskirts of Dayu City are a desolate wasteland.
The land was scorched black and cracked.
The earth-shattering battle between Li Wudao and Yang Qiong has passed.
But the crowd did not disperse; instead, it grew larger and larger, swarming in and creating a deafening clamor.
"Young Master Li! I am a steward of the Lanyun Sect, and I cordially invite you to be my guest..."
"Our Flowing Cloud Sword Sect is willing to appoint you as a guest elder and provide you with 500,000 spirit stones annually!"
"Bah! A mere 500,000 spirit stones is not enough to invite Young Master Li! My Canglang Sect is willing to offer one million spirit stones!"
"......"
The clamor surged in like a tide.
Li Wudao had just sheathed his sword and was about to leave when he was surrounded by a large group of people before he even had a chance to catch his breath.
Heads of powerful families, elders of sects, managers of chambers of commerce...
Faces, some fawning, some eager, some aweful, crowded before him, spittle flying everywhere, hands practically reaching out to his face.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way, everyone!"
Shen Ming stood in front, but it was as if he were in a torrent, being pushed and swayed by the current.
Li Wudao watched this scene, a light sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead.
This scene... is even more insane than any fan meeting he'd ever seen in his previous life.
Those teenage fans at least screamed and shouted, but these people in front of us are all cultivators with considerable cultivation levels.
Good heavens, their eyes were gleaming, they practically wanted to devour him alive.
"Gentlemen..." He had barely begun to speak when his voice was drowned out.
"Young Master Li! My granddaughter is sixteen years old and has an unparalleled beauty. I wish to offer her to you as your concubine!"
"I possess a three-thousand-year-old blood ginseng, which I voluntarily offer to Young Master Li, asking only for a chance!"
"Our sect possesses a fragment of an ancient sword technique. If you, young master, would be so kind as to grace us with your presence, we will gladly offer it to you!"
Li Wudao: "..."
He took a deep breath, and his pure Yang Qi and blood began to circulate slightly within his body.
An invisible pressure spread out like a tide.
The noise stopped abruptly.
The people at the front felt a sudden tightness in their chests and instinctively took a half-step back.
Those with weaker cultivation levels turned pale and broke out in a sweat.
"Today's battle has taken a toll on me, and I need to calm down and recuperate."
Li Wudao's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air, "I appreciate everyone's kindness... Farewell."
Having said that, he blurred into a blur and was already ten feet away.
Shen Ming and Li Nanzhi quickly caught up, while the green-haired turtle followed slowly behind.
The crowd wanted to give chase, but Li Wudao turned around and glanced at them indifferently: "Everyone, stop."
His gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it sent a chill down everyone's spine, causing them to stop in their tracks.
However, Li Wudao hadn't gone far when he suddenly stopped.
Under the moonlight, a beautiful figure stood quietly.
She was a woman dressed in a flowing, moon-white dress, the hem embroidered with pale gold cloud patterns that shimmered with a hazy glow under the moonlight.
Her face was covered by a light veil, obscuring her entire appearance, but the brows and eyes that were visible were already stunning enough.
Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling across the surface, with slightly upturned corners, conveying a sense of aloofness and mystery.
What's most captivating is her overall demeanor.
Standing there, it was as if there was a thin mist between them, giving them an ethereal quality, as if they were untouched by worldly affairs.
A night breeze blew by, her skirt fluttered lightly, her hair was gently brushed, and she looked like a fairy from the moon palace descended to earth.
The wasteland fell silent for a moment.
Many young cultivators were mesmerized, their eyes flashing with undisguised amazement and admiration.
Even some of the older sect elders couldn't help but take a few more glances, secretly praising it in their hearts.
What a stunning beauty!
"Master Li."
The woman parted her red lips slightly, her voice clear and melodious like the clinking of jade stones, carrying a faint hint of a smile, "We meet again."
Li Wudao was slightly taken aback, then recognized the other party: "So it's Miss Murong."
Murong Qinglan.
He had met this woman briefly a few days ago at the Imperial Treasure Pavilion.
At the time, I only felt that this woman had an extraordinary temperament, but I never expected that seeing her again tonight, under the moonlight in this desolate wilderness, would give people a breathtaking sense of beauty.
"The young master's battle was astonishing, and Qinglan was amazed."
Murong Qinglan bowed slightly, her eyes, hidden behind her veil, darting about as if trying to see into the depths of Li Wudao's soul through his eyes.
Li Wudao felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, and coughed lightly: "Miss Murong, you flatter me. I have other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave first. Please make yourself at home, Miss."
Having said that, he actually brushed past me and drifted away.
Shen Ming and Li Nanzhi quickly bowed to Murong Qinglan and hurriedly followed.
The three figures and the tortoise quickly disappeared into the night.
Murong Qinglan stood there, stunned.
Beneath the veil, her eyes, as clear as autumn water, flashed with astonishment, embarrassment, and a hint of... disbelief.
As the eldest daughter of the Imperial Treasure Pavilion, the number one merchant guild in the Eastern Wilderness, she was of noble birth and of noble lineage. She was also recognized as one of the most beautiful fairies in the Eastern Wilderness, possessing both beauty and talent.
Countless heirs of noble families and disciples of clans have gone to great lengths to win a smile from her, and countless talented young men have become incoherent in her presence.
But this Li Wudao...
They didn't even have the energy to say a few more words?
"Miss……"
Old Cui stepped forward from behind, his tone filled with emotion, "In all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen a young man so... composed in front of Miss."
He originally wanted to use "ignore", but felt it was inappropriate, so he changed it to "indifferent".
Murong Qinglan quickly regained her composure, her gaze fixed intently on the direction Li Wudao had departed, and said softly, "Elder Cui, don't you think... this guy is quite interesting?"
"Miss means..."
"Everyone wants to get close to me, but he avoids me like the plague."
Murong Qinglan's lips curled slightly, a faint smile spreading across her face beneath her veil. "Such a temperament suggests either homosexuality, or..."
She turned around, her moon-white skirt tracing an elegant arc: "Pack your things, it's time to go back."
"Yes." Old Cui bowed.
After walking a distance, Murong Qinglan suddenly turned back and glanced at the end of the wasteland, murmuring:
"Li Wudao...we will meet again."
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
The Eastern Palace of the Great Yu Imperial Palace.
This is the residence of the Crown Prince, which originally belonged to the eldest prince, Li Zheng.
However, after Li Zheng was executed, Li Wudao abdicated the throne to his father Li Jing and naturally entered the Eastern Palace, becoming the Crown Prince of Dayu.
In the courtyard, a century-old pear tree is in full bloom.
The bright moonlight shone on the layers of petals, as if they were covered with a thin layer of frost.
A night breeze blows, petals fall like snow, and a subtle fragrance wafts through the air.
Li Wudao pushed open the door and slowly walked out.
He wore a simple blue robe, his long hair was casually tied behind his head, and his face showed a faint weariness, but his eyes shone with inner brilliance.
It carries an even more unfathomable meaning than it did two days ago.
His battle with Yang Qiong was very beneficial to him.
During his two days of quiet cultivation, he not only stabilized his realm but also broke through to the mid-stage of Martial King.
His body's pure Yang Qi and blood became increasingly refined, and every move he made carried a scorching aura, as if a small sun was hidden within him.
"Tsk, finally a breakthrough."
Li Wudao stretched his muscles and bones, which made a crisp popping sound.
"Kid, this place is so boring."
A lazy voice rang out.
Then the green-haired turtle slowly crawled out of the room, jumped onto the stone table, and yawned widely.
"The spiritual energy here is too thin. There isn't even any wild game. My mouth is getting so bland."
It somewhat misses the days in the forbidden zone of life, which, although fraught with danger, were far more exciting and thrilling.
"Back in the day, when I was training in the Sword Ruins, I slept on ten-thousand-year-old ice and drank from the earth's spiritual springs. Unlike here..."
Li Wudao glanced at it sideways: "Thinking it's boring? Then go back to Sword Ruins yourself."
The green-haired turtle choked and said sullenly, "I was just worried about you... You little brat, you're always causing trouble. Without me protecting you, you would have been beaten to death long ago."
Li Wudao shook his head, too lazy to expose him, and admired the pear blossoms in full bloom with his hands behind his back, saying:
"Don't worry, it will be in the next few days. I will leave here after I have dealt with my aunt's matter."
Not long after he finished speaking, hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate.
Shen Ming strode in, his face beaming with joy: "Senior Brother Li! Prince Rui and his consort have arrived safely at the palace!"
"The Prince Zhaoxian of Daliang personally escorted them, and His Majesty is receiving them in the main hall!"