RPAGF Chapter 1167 Find someone to help him 1
Chapter 1167 Find someone to help him 1
Yin-Yang Immortal Boat, Yin-Yang Immortal Palace.
Inside the hall, black and white were clearly distinct, as if dividing two completely different worlds. The chilling aura emanating from the Profound Yin Ancestor and the warm aura emanating from the Profound Yang Ancestor intertwined and collided in mid-air, transforming into visible vortexes of air. Sometimes these vortexes condensed into frost, covering the carved beams and painted rafters of the hall, and sometimes they rose into mist, blurring the light and shadow in the distance. The entire hall exuded an eerie sense of imbalance between yin and yang.
Ancestor Xuan Yin stood before the carved window sill, his withered, claw-like fingers gripping the cold window frame tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. Gazing at the Primordial Immortal Realm behind him, which had almost shrunk to a dot, he finally could not contain himself any longer. His voice, hoarse as if grinding rotten wood, carried a hint of suppressed anger, and even more so, a deep fear of the Thirteenth Prince.
The mere thought of the Thirteenth Prince's indifferent yet ruthless eyes sent a chill down the Xuan Yin Ancestor's spine. Failing to bring him back was already a dereliction of duty; if His Highness were to learn of Su Mo's arrogance, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Upon hearing this, Ancestor Xuanyang slowly walked into the hall, his fingertips lightly tracing a black and white chess piece on the table. A strange smile curved his lips, and his eyes gleamed with calculation. "Junior brother, please calm down. I have my own plan." He looked up at Ancestor Xuanyin, his tone resolute. "That brat Hongmeng is unwilling to serve Your Highness simply because he thinks he has powerful backers and can live a carefree life. But in this Ancient Immortal Realm, the law of the jungle prevails. Without sufficient cultivation and strength, wanting to remain untainted is nothing but a self-deceiving joke."
“From the moment we approached him, that brat Hongmeng was already involved. Since he was unwilling to submit to Your Highness, we found someone to help him and make him face reality.”
"Senior brother, you said you wanted to find someone to help him?" A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Xuan Yin Ancestor, his brows furrowed, and his deeply lined face was full of confusion. "But who should we ask?"
For this trip to the Hongmeng Immortal Realm, His Highness only sent the two of them, fellow disciples. The only ones he could rely on were Ancestor Youyun and his already severely weakened Youmo clan. With such limited power, trying to force that Hongmeng brat to submit was nothing short of a pipe dream.
If Youyun really had such ability, why would he have traveled all the way to Taiyuan Star Abyss to ask His Highness for help? He would have already led the remaining members of his clan to attack Hongmeng Immortal Realm to avenge his seven tragically killed descendants.
Instead of answering, Ancestor Xuanyang asked a question, his smile deepening and his eyes brimming with calculation: "Junior brother, what do you think the Eighteenth Prince would do if he knew that this Hongmeng brat and the mysterious force behind him intended to submit to the Thirteenth Prince?"
Ancestor Xuan Yin was taken aback, then a flash of understanding appeared in his eyes, and his withered face flushed with an abnormal redness due to excitement: "Senior brother, do you want to use the Eighteenth Prince to force that brat Hongmeng to submit?"
The Eighteenth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince have always been at odds, their open and covert struggles never ceasing. Now, for the sake of the Crown Prince's position, they have completely torn off their facade, becoming sworn enemies, wishing nothing more than to uproot each other's forces. If the Eighteenth Prince were to learn that the Thirteenth Prince was about to recruit another quasi-Immortal King's faction, he would undoubtedly stop at nothing to sabotage it.
"Indeed." Ancestor Xuanyang clapped his hands and chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "The Eighteenth Prince would never simply stand by and watch another pillar be added to his body. As long as we leak even a hint of this, the Eighteenth Prince will surely take the bait..."
He walked to the window and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ancestor Xuan Yin, gazing at the churning chaotic energy outside. His tone was one of unwavering confidence: "At that time, we won't even need to lift a finger. That brat from Hongmeng will be begging us to introduce him to Your Highness..."
As one of the most powerful contenders for the position of Crown Prince, the power wielded by that Eighteenth Prince is not something that a mere quasi-immortal king's force can contend with.
Upon hearing this, the Xuan Yin Ancestor's tense face finally relaxed, and the fear in his eyes was replaced by a strong expectation. His hoarse voice carried a hint of sinister pleasure, as if he could already hear the wails of the Hongmeng Immortal Realm: "Senior Brother's plan is brilliant! When that Hongmeng brat is driven to the brink of despair, he will naturally understand that only by relying on His Highness can he protect his Hongmeng Immortal Realm and his life."
The yin and yang energies within the hall seemed to become more active due to this insidious scheme. Black and white light flickered on the faces of the two, reflecting a sinister grin that was as unsettling as the chaotic airflow outside the window.
"Just wait and see. Before long, that brat Hongmeng will realize how foolish it was to refuse His Highness the Thirteenth Prince."
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The Primordial Immortal Realm, the Primordial Immortal Palace.
Inside the stone pavilion, Su Mo sat on a cool, blue stone bench, his right index finger gently twirling a white jade teacup. The rim of the cup touched his fingertip, producing a soft, clear "tinkling" sound that echoed in the quiet pavilion, as if counting down something. He gazed in the direction the Yin-Yang Immortal Boat had departed, and deep within his seemingly calm eyes flashed a chilling glint, sharp as a blade.
"Trying to force me to submit through the Eighteenth Prince, what a brilliant plan." Su Mo muttered to himself, his tone flat and even, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible coldness, as if he were evaluating a clumsy performance that was not worth mentioning.
With his terrifying divine sense, now comparable to a fourth-tier quasi-Immortal King, the concealment methods of the two elders, Xuan Yang and Xuan Yin, were utterly insignificant. Every word of the conversation inside the Yin-Yang Immortal Palace had clearly reached his ears without missing a single detail, and the two of them were completely unaware of it, still basking in their own smugness at their scheme.
“However, this is also a great opportunity for me.” Su Mo’s lips curled into a meaningful smile. He stopped turning his fingers and gently placed the teacup on the stone table. The bottom of the cup collided with the table, making a crisp echo.
The eighteenth and thirteenth princes are the two most powerful princes in the Yuanjin Immortal Kingdom. They have quite a few quasi-immortal kings supporting them. If I take this opportunity to lure them into the fray and let them fight amongst themselves, I can reap the benefits. In the future, not to mention breaking through to the eighth or ninth rank of Golden Immortal, even the tenth or eleventh rank of Golden Immortal is not impossible.
"Since there's still a use for these two old dogs, let them live a little longer for now." A cold glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes. His fingertips twitched slightly, and a wisp of barely perceptible Primordial Purple Qi swirled around them. The moment Ancestor Xuan Yang handed over the communication talisman, he had already unknowingly left a trace of his immortal soul mark on the two of them. Unless they could find a Quasi-Immortal King of the fourth rank or higher to remove the mark for them, even if they escaped to another immortal kingdom, he could easily pinpoint their location and wouldn't be afraid of these two old guys getting away.
"To be on the safe side, it would be best to raise my cultivation to the seventh-grade perfect Golden Immortal realm before the arrival of the Eighteenth Prince's men." Su Mo collected his thoughts, his expression becoming solemn, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped the stone table, making a rhythmic sound.
Now that he has used all his trump cards, his combat strength is at most comparable to a seventh-tier quasi-immortal king. Even with the geographical advantage of the Hongmeng Immortal Domain, he is absolutely no match for a ninth-tier quasi-immortal king. Although he thinks that the other party might not use a ninth-tier quasi-immortal king as a trump card for a "first-grade golden immortal" like himself, it's always better to be safe than sorry. Who knows if they might suddenly lose their minds and act unpredictably?
Even if there is only a one in a billion chance, we must be fully prepared.
"Relying solely on the immortal true spirit of Ancestor Qingyuan is still somewhat insufficient." With a thought, Su Mo turned his gaze to Ancestor Qingyuan, whose immortal origin had been largely destroyed, within the chaotic prison deep within his natal immortal domain.
"It's unlikely we'll gain much from the Abyss of the Dao. It seems it's time to find a place to bring forth the 'legacy' of Ancestor Qingyuan."
The next second...
Su Mo's body trembled violently, and a dazzling immortal light suddenly erupted from his body. The light contained a rich primordial purple aura, which surged out like a tide, enveloping the entire stone pavilion. The primordial immortal vines on the pavilion's roof swayed accordingly, emitting an even richer immortal aura.
Then, the celestial light rapidly differentiated and condensed in the air, transforming into hundreds of figures—there were elderly men with white hair and whisks in their hands, children with youthful faces and clear eyes, generals in gleaming silver armor with imposing presence, and strategists with feather fans and silk turbans, exuding gentle elegance… They dressed in various styles and had countless forms, yet all of them emanated the same aura as Su Mo.
Hundreds of figures turned to Su Mo in unison, bowing to him with synchronized movements. Their voices, whether old or young, loud or gentle, all carried the same respect: "We respectfully obey the decree of this Venerable One!"
As soon as the words were spoken, these figures turned around, and with a light touch of their toes, their figures broke through space like wisps of smoke, transforming into streaks of light and heading towards the border of the Primordial Immortal Realm.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of figures had vanished completely, leaving only Su Mo inside the stone pavilion.
He raised his hand, picked up the teacup, and drank the remaining tea in one gulp. The tea soup went down his throat, carrying the unique bitterness and sweet aftertaste of Wudao tea, with a long-lasting flavor.
“The good show has just begun.”
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