Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
If the people couldn’t defeat the Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu, allowing them to sit in the Heir Seat, the clans and forces would be embarrassed. But that was only a small matter.
More importantly, the Heir’s position was nothing insignificant. If the Vampires or Death Zen Sect took a spot each and received the great resources only an Heir could have, it would practically be supporting their enemies.
The resources used to cultivate an Heir were unimaginable for the common man.
Provoked purposely by them, most of the young Monks became furious and hot-blooded. They wanted to personally teach the Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu a lesson.
This included Ouyang Huan, Gai Tianjiao, Xue Wuye and the others. They were the cream of the crop already sitting in the Heir Seats, but they also had these thoughts. They were confident in their abilities. They believed that they could easily take care of these two.
Only Zhang Ruochen had a furrowed brow. Things weren’t so positive. He looked over to the Talents and Conquers who had started inciting everyone first, and noted who they were.
These people were from different forces, but they could be Vampires who’d modified their appearances. Others might not know how powerful the Vampires were, but Zhang Ruochen was very clear.
Back then, Emperor Ming and Emperor Qing had teamed up against the Blood Empress and were still horribly defeated. As for how Emperor Ming had defeated the Blood Empress later, throwing her into the abyss, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t quite sure.
Anyhow, the Vampires were much stronger than people thought. Otherwise, Emperor Ming wouldn’t have united all the Monks in Kunlun’s Field against them.
Even the Saints present had probably learned about the Vampires from books. They hadn’t experienced that battle 800 years ago, so they weren’t clear about the Vampires’ true abilities.
Zhang Ruochen hated Chi Yao and wanted to take revenge on her and, sometimes, even on the country. However, deep down, he didn’t wish for the world to be in chaos and for disaster to fall again.
The current prosperity had rarely been seen throughout the long history of Kunlun’s Field.
Once war erupted, so many people would lose their homes and become refugees. It would take so many years for the world to redevelop to this point.
At the very least, Zhang Ruochen hated the Vampires and Death Zen Sect more. He wouldn’t allow them to bring disaster back to Kunlun’s Field.
Zhang Ruochen seemed very calm as he looked at Huang Yanchen. “Princess, let’s go sit somewhere and watch the situation quietly.”
Huang Yanchen studied Zhang Ruochen with misty eyes. Half a beat later, she finally asked, “Where do you want me to sit?”
Zhang Ruochen avoided Huang Yanchen’s gaze. He looked up at the mountaintop and pointed. “The first seat of the King Seats.”
He didn’t plan for Huang Yanchen to get in the Heir Seat. That would only push her back into danger. There were no benefits.
The first King Seat didn’t have any tangible benefits either. It was only an honor and would have less competition in comparison.
Plus, people were feeling more animosity towards the Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu now. They all wanted to stop them from climbing up Scroll Mountain. No one should jump out to stop Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen.
Captain Rat and Bu Qianfan’s battle stopped, too. The man and beast separated immediately without producing a winner.
Captain Rat returned to the 12th King Seat and sat down. He started using a technique to recover the Holy Qi he’d used up.
Bu Qianfan came to Huang Yanchen’s side. His Battle Qi was still heavy. “Princess Yanchen, do you need me to help you to the Heir Seat?”
Huang Yanchen shook her head. “I can’t sit in an Heir Seat with my skills. I only wish to keep a King Seat. Thus, Junior Brother Apprentice Lin Yue’s protection is enough. General Bu, your cultivation is unparalleled. You should compete for the Heir Seat so the Vampire and Death Zen Sect can’t succeed.”
Bu Qianfan could see the situation clearly, so he didn’t insist. “In that case, I’ll take up an Heir Seat first. I hope the Vampire and Death Zen Sect reach the mountaintop so I can fight them to the ends of the earth.”
In the end, Bu Qianfan was from the Ministry of War and Bu Saint Sect. They must have ordered him to compete for the Heir Seat.
Earlier, he’d only helped Huang Yanchen because he owed Zhang Ruochen. Since Huang Yanchen didn’t need his help anymore, he would obviously go for the Heir Seat.
Bu Qianfan used a technique, kicked off from the step, and soared to the top of Scroll Mountain. No one stopped him along the way and he got an Heir Seat successfully.
The young talents sitting in the King Seat were all waiting for the Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu to climb up. They would defeat them first and then try for an Heir Seat.
“Let’s go!”
Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen walked side by side. They passed by the King Seats, not stopping until they reached the first one near the peak of the mountain.
The Monk who’d been in the first seat had just climbed to the top and sat down in an Heir Seat. This position was still empty.
Huang Yanchen didn’t sit down immediately. Her blue eyes turned towards Zhang Ruochen. “You sit down. I’ll be your guard.”
Zhang Ruochen smiled and shook his head. “You aren’t powerful enough. You can’t be my guard.”
Huang Yanchen nibbled on her lips. She knew that her words would be useless, so she stepped forward to the scroll that the first King Seat was on. She sat down.
Zhang Ruochen also stepped forward onto the scroll. Strands of white light rose up from the scroll. The light expanded to ten times their size and formed a square platform.
Zhang Ruochen realized that if anyone wanted to challenge the first King Seat, the seat’s scroll would transform into a micro-world instantly. If the original person was forced out of the micro-world, the challenge would be successful.
Huang Yanchen was now in the King Seat, waiting for the other Monks to challenge her. She stared hard at Zhang Ruochen. Seeing that his face was slightly pale, she realized that the injury from before was very serious.
“Your injury…” Huang Yanchen was worried. Her eyes were filled with concern.
Zhang Ruochen pretended that everything was alright and smiled. “It’s okay. I took a pill earlier and I’m fine now.”
He coughed twice and then horrible pain ripped through his lungs. With a pff, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhang Ruochen’s lung had been pierced during the battle with Mu Lingxi. Then he’d fought with Le, missing the best time for recovery. This worsened his injury.
Huang Yanchen was shocked. She shot up from her seat to steady Zhang Ruochen. However, he was already sitting on the ground, eyes closed. He used a technique to activate the medicinal power of the pill and treat himself.
Body-Protecting Holy Kang radiated from him, blocking him from Huang Yanchen. She didn’t dare to disturb Zhang Ruochen either. She stayed outside the Kang Qi, staring hard at Zhang Ruochen. She was extremely worried.
After considering everything, the Saint Lady finally decided to let the Vampire and Death Zen Sect attend the Heir Banquet.
“Thank you, Saint Lady. I will not disappoint you.”
The Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu smiled at each other and started for the top at once. Their goal was the Heir Seat. The Talent Seat, Conquer Seat, and King Seat were meaningless.
They’d just set foot on the steps when a youth in the Ninth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm stood up from a Talent Seat. He pushed off from the ground and charged.
“Daqian Sect, Li Hongyi, here to challenge the Death Zen Sect.”
Li Hongyi attacked with both hands, using a mid-level Ghost Level palm technique: Tianyuan Palm. Mighty Holy Qi surged into his palms, forming a huge circular print more than 100 feet wide.
“Amitabha.”
Emotionless, Jialuo Gu reached out a golden Buddha hand. He slapped in the air like slapping a fly and sent Li Hongyi flying back.
When Li Hongyi landed below the mountain, he was a bloody mess. His Sea of Qi was completely shattered and his meridians were all broken. He hadn’t died, but he was completely disabled.
“Yan Saint Sect, Yan Wuji, here to kill the Vampire.”
“If you want to climb to the top, get past me first. Donkey from the Death Zen Sect, die!”
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Thirty-seven young talents attacked consecutively to stop the Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu. However, they were all disabled. None of them could withstand one strike.
The Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu’s methods were cruel. Each strike shattered the opponent’s Sea of Qi or damaged their meridians. They followed the rules and didn’t purposefully kill anyone, but this was crueler than murder.
Now, some people finally became clear-headed and realized that the Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu had come prepared. Their abilities were frightening.
“He’s so powerful. The Third Royal Prince used a finger to pierce through Yan Wuji’s Sea of Qi and send him to the foot of the mountain.”
“Jialuo Gu’s cultivation is terrifying too. Nineteen famous top fighters all had their meridians destroyed by him. I wonder how much power is contained in his palm.”
“I think a Tier-12 True Martial Weapon will shatter when touching Jialuo Gu’s palm. You can’t touch him.”
Others discovered that the Monks who’d encouraged everyone to teach the Third Royal Prince and Jialuo Gu a lesson were all sitting in their seats. They hadn’t attacked at all. It seemed strange.
The cruel methods used frightened all the Talents and Conquers on Scroll Mountain. No one dared to continue fighting.
At the top of the mountain, Xue Wuye, Ouyang Huan, Gai Tianjiao, and the others discovered something was off. They finally realized that they’d truly underestimated the Vampires and Death Zen Sect.
The Third Royal Prince licked the blood on his fist. He gazed at the Monks on Scroll Mountain with mockery in his eyes and chuckled. “Didn’t you all say you wanted to teach me a lesson? How come you don’t dare to fight anymore? We’ve just started. My goal is to disable all you so-called geniuses. Come on, give me the chance.”
A Conquer in the Ninth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm couldn’t stand the Third Royal Prince’s provocation and rushed out. But before he could even reach the prince, his spine was snapped by a palm print. He sprawled onto the ground, completely disabled.
“Don’t know your own strength,” the Third Royal Prince sneered. He stepped on the Conquer’s body, ignoring the pained cries, and continued climbing upward.
