Longevity Clan Starts with the Patriarch’s Marriage - Chapter 437
Chapter 437: Chapter 206: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; Grand Elder Han at the very end!_5
The scenario he least wanted to see had emerged.
He’d assumed that the Holy Lands of the Qianyuan Divine Province didn’t place much importance on the flesh of Chen Xilai, the red-haired monster, especially since the Heavenly Evil Orb had escaped thousands of years ago. He hadn’t expected miscalculation.
These people actually shared his intention, all wanting to use the body of Chen Xilai to search for the Heavenly Evil Orb, a treasure of the Heaven Imperial Realm.
“You’re forcing my hand,” he said.
A flash of shocking murderous intent crossed the eyes of Emperor Wu’s City Master, and at all costs, he had to obtain the body of Chen Xilai. Only in this way could he find the Heavenly Evil Orb and achieve enlightenment in this life to take revenge on Empress Yuanchu.
The murderous intent vanished in an instant, deftly concealed by Emperor Wu’s City Master, so as not to alarm the eight Divine Yuan Realm warlords standing sentinel on Dangyang Mountain.
Looking at the Sacred Soldiers above the heads of those Divine Yuan Realm warlords, Emperor Wu’s City Master felt a headache coming on. Although his realm and combat ability far surpassed those of the Divine Yuan Realm warlords, without a Sacred Soldier in hand, they were difficult to deal with.
Lu Zhen, Ling Lingshuang, the Barbarian Emperor, the Devil Emperor of Blood Sea, the Joyous Arhat, and Jiang Taijing, these five Divine Yuan Realm warlords came from the Great Holy Land Schools and each carried a Sacred Land with them.
The ancient martial spirit of the Ancient Empire and the Heaven Lord of Emperor Mingtian, although both were leaders of the Divine Yuan Realm power, seemingly had command over Sacred Soldiers, capable of easily triggering a portion of their might. If willing to pay the price, they could also fully revive the Sacred Soldiers.
“Dammit …” Emperor Wu’s City Master cursed in his heart, yet he dared not mention the name of Empress Yuanchu, for fear of being sensed by her through some mysterious connection.
The said Empress Yuanchu’s skills were profound and natural, her realm having long reached the peak of the Heaven Imperial Realm, and her strength was unfathomable. Emperor Wu’s City Master risked not gambling on it.
Alas, his Quasi Emperor weapon and those Sacred Soldiers were a pity. They were blown apart by Empress Yuanchu in a punch across time and space, leaving his True Spirit barely alive, taking refuge in a mere strand of Primordial Spirit light.
“It seems I must take the long view on this matter,” he sighed and thought dejectedly.
Originally, he wanted to disguise himself as a mysterious Divine Yuan Realm warlord and join in the action, taking the opportunity to take Chen Xilai’s body amidst the chaos.
But under these circumstances, he didn’t feel like showing himself just yet. All six Great Holy Land Schools’ Divine Yuan Realm warlords had their sights set on Chen Xilai’s body, and even if he wanted to stir the waters, he wouldn’t be able to.
Even if he demonstrated all his combat ability and paid a heavy price to use forbidden secret techniques that would allow him to barely unleash the might of the Holy Abyss Realm, it would be futile. If attacked by the eight Sacred Soldiers, he would be unable to withstand them and would be killed alive.
Emperor Wu’s City Master watched the eight disputatious Divine Yuan Realm warlords, waiting silently, ready to act like a mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
For the chance and the body of Chen Xilai, these Divine Yuan Realm warlords were bound to fight bitterly; he just needed to find the right opportunity to act, and he might still have hope of success.
But what Emperor Wu’s City Master didn’t know was that there was a pair of eyes above him, watching him intently, capturing his every expression.
While Emperor Wu’s City Master thought to be the oriole waiting behind the mantis, Han Li had precisely the same idea.
Only, while Emperor Wu’s City Master aspired to be the oriole, Han Li was the one who would catch the oriole.
After the seal of Dangyang Mountain officially shattered, it caused a stir in the Xuan Domain, setting off a storm of controversy. Naturally, Han Li was the first to arrive at the scene.
With an Emperor Formation diagram for cover, the Void Bell and Time-Sky Tower hanging on his left and right wrists obscured fate and confused space-time, ensuring that nobody noticed him, not even those Tongxuan Realm experts spying from their Holy Land portals.
Han Li walked around and made an unexpected discovery: tens of thousands of miles away from Dangyang Mountain, someone was lurking, attempting to gain profit from the strife. To his surprise, it was the Master of Emperor Wu’s City, the conventionally neutral Emperor Wu.
The outside world rumored that the Master of Emperor Wu’s City was merely at the Sixth Heaven of the True Martial Realm, but Han Li discovered that he was a master of deep concealment, in fact, a hidden power of the Tongxuan Realm.
A Tongxuan Realm powerhouse lurking here certainly wasn’t after the opportunities of Dangyang Mountain, after all, those opportunities were only of great use to those in the Divine Yuan Realm or True Martial Realm. So what was the purpose of Emperor Wu’s City Lord coming here?
After observing for a while, Han Li discovered that this City Lord of Emperor Wu’s City seemed to be without a Sacred Soldier; otherwise if he had used a Sacred Soldier to conceal himself, he would have not been discovered so easily by him.
After some thought, Han Li had a bold idea: the City Lord of Emperor Wu’s City was very likely a transmigrated reincarnation of a powerhouse above the Tongxuan Realm.
Otherwise, given the current cultivation environment in Qianyuan Divine Province, it would be almost impossible for a Loose Cultivator at the Tongxuan Realm to emerge.
A few thousand years ago, there was Chen Xilai of the Heavenly Blade, and a few thousand years later, another City Lord of Emperor Wu’s City appears, and this lord just happened to be lurking not far from Chen Xilai’s sealed grounds.
“How interesting,” Han Li chuckled lightly, retracting his gaze that was observing the City Lord and turned towards Dangyang Mountain.
His gaze briefly lingered on the Xuanyi Elder of Ancient Empire, the Heaven Lord of Emperor Mingtian, the Devil Emperor of Blood Sea from the Heavenly Demon Hall, Jiang Taijing of House of Divine Armies, and the Barbarian Emperor of Summit of Stars, before finally settling on the last three individuals.
“Well done, Lu Zhen,” Han Li couldn’t help but praise when he saw Lu Zhen, the Third Patriarch of Bai Yujing; this Lu Zhen was truly not to be underestimated, with a special constitution to boot.
However, the source of Lu Zhen’s special constitution appeared damaged, and it was unclear what he had gone through; otherwise if his source were intact, and given that he was in Bai Yujing—the premier Sacred Land of Qianyuan Divine Province—he should have cultivated to the Tongxuan Realm long ago.
With a flicker in his eyes, Han Li pondered whether he could lure Lu Zhen away to serve as a Guest Elder at his Chengsheng Mountain; he had a way to restore Lu Zhen’s source.
If Lu Zhen could be married into his family, that would be even better; perhaps in time, he could have a descendant with a special constitution born to Han Mansion.
As for Lu Zhen’s pursuit of Ling Lingshuang?
Was there such a thing?
Wasn’t Fairy Lingshuang his, Han the Ancestor’s, destined partner?
Even if she wasn’t now, she would be very soon.
Han Li’s gaze moved from Lu Zhen to Fairy Ling Lingshuang of the Penglai Immortal Sect, a smile appearing on his face—this was his predetermined partner.
That Old Daoist Guanhai from Penglai Immortal Sect had once tricked him, and Han Li had always kept it in mind. Snatching Fairy Lingshuang to Chengsheng Mountain to become his partner and have children was only the first step.
At last, Han Li’s gaze settled on the Arhat of Joy; a sliver of killing intent flashed by.
In the past year, the Arhat of Joy hadn’t refrained from wandering around the Xuan Domain. The purpose of the Arhat of Joy was crystal clear to Han Li, and he had long wanted to kill him; it was just that he had been restraining himself.
After all, the Demon Emperor Xue Yueqing had gone missing not long ago, and if an Arhat from Xumi Mountain were to die following that, it would definitely cause a huge shakeup, and at that point, it might not be possible to keep it hidden anymore.
Xumi Mountain was not like Myriad Demon Mountain; they would not shy away from confrontation in the Mortal Territory, and that Female Bodhisattva was especially protective.
So, Han Li had been waiting, waiting until now for the right moment to take down this Arhat of Joy.
Beyond that, Han Li was also playing a long game, to see if he could use the Arhat of Joy to lure out the Female Bodhisattva.
Now he had the Emperor Formation Diagrams on him, carrying both the Time-Sky Tower and the Void Bell, all ready to be fully revived at any moment; if the Female Bodhisattva were careless, it was very possible that she could be captured directly by Han Li.
Then, he could truly “marry the Bodhisattva then seek the sutra, not failing the merciful Buddha nor thee.”
As Han Li was contemplating, a grand battle erupted atop Dangyang Mountain among the eight Divine Yuan Realm Martial Emperors.
