Inside the Dusheng Nunnery.
The former temple had completely turned into a sea of fire.
The Dao rhythm of the Body Integration almighty experts seemed capable of incinerating everything.
Giant figures of flame stood up from the sea of fire; this was the might of the Dao Integration realm almighty expert, the Nirvana Sage Elder.
The Nirvana Sage Elder spread his hands, and nine Golden Crows cried out in the air.
The Golden Crows spewed world-incinerating fierce flames from their mouths, continuously attacking the three-eyed Zhao Guang, only to see all myriad laws annihilated the moment they touched his body.
Wenren Jiuyue's Dao of Fire had always been invincible wherever it went, yet now he was reduced to the embarrassing position of merely being able to hold the line for Zhao Guang.
The two of them fighting the Nirvana Sage Elder together actually hadn't gained the upper hand.
"Do you really think your Crown Prince is some sort of good person?"
The Nirvana Sage Elder was no longer willing to tangle with the two of them and shouted sharply,
"Min Tiange lured my tribesmen into the Central Plains.
You old things know it just as clearly as I do: he wants the blood and souls of living beings to help him break through to the Mahayana realm!"
"To achieve this goal, not only did he need years of scheming, but he also needed an inside man—an inside man who knew the various garrisons and defense points of the borderlands.
Otherwise, my tribesmen would have fundamentally been unable to charge into the Central Plains back then.
There are only a few such people across the entire Western Frontier battlefield."
"Bi Shihu, Yun Hongcai, and Nun Dairou all fled, so it couldn't be them either.
Of the people holding high positions and heavy authority in the Western Frontier back then who could know the various weak points in the defense, there is only one person left today."
"It is your Crown Prince, Fei Heng!"
As soon as these words were spoken...
Let alone Wenren Jiuyue, whose eyes widened in shock, even Zhao Guang, whose heart was filled with killing intent, changed his expression.
"This is the person you are stopping me from catching!" The Nirvana Sage Elder sneered.
"By stopping me, you are actually playing right into their hands!"
"Crown Prince Fei Heng is in contact with Min Tiange?" Zhao Guang's eyes narrowed slightly.
"That's right!" the Nirvana Sage Elder said coldly.
"Otherwise, where would he get the ability to escape? The Dusheng Nunnery was just a place for him to hide and wait. He could have left at any time, but he waited until today, because..."
"You said Min Tiange needs blood and souls. Crown Prince Fei Heng waited so long; he was waiting for the things Min Tiange prepared for him."
Zhao Guang said expressionlessly, "The things the Crown Prince wants, you look down upon. However, he is in contact with Min Tiange. Through him, you can find out what Min Tiange is planning to do and snatch his opportunity."
With his objective calculated, the Nirvana Sage Elder took a deep breath.
"So what if I am? Do not stop me. Catching him is also eradicating a disaster for your human race. Why not go along with it?"
"Then I absolutely cannot let you catch the Crown Prince."
Zhao Guang mocked,
"No matter how vile the two of them are, they are still members of my human race.
Our human race gaining an extra Mahayana realm expert is always better than your Wu tribe gaining an extra Mahayana realm expert!
Don't think you are some kind of good person. You knew perfectly well it was a trap, yet didn't you still let your tribesmen march to their deaths on the battlefield one by one?
You just want Min Tiange's opportunity."
"Bastard!"
...
At the borderlands.
Dust and sand billowed.
Li Yaoqing looked down at Fei Heng.
She spent year-round in the outer city of the clan, setting up a thatched cottage to refine pills, and frequently saw the farmers tilling the fields in the city.
Among those farmers back then, there was one very special person—Crown Prince Fei Heng.
She still remembered the figure of Fei Heng, who worked at sunrise and cultivated at sunset, walking along the field paths and tilling the land.
This kid wore the most ordinary clothes, with a piece of cloth wrapped around his nose, laughing and joking with the farmers of Merit City just like any of them.
Three hundred years passed like this.
It was only when Fei Heng walked out of Merit City, carrying massive aspirations to the imperial court and arriving at the Western Frontier... that seeing him again, he had become this appearance that was neither human nor ghost.
Things had truly changed, and people had become completely different.
Perfected Qinghe let out a sigh and shook his head helplessly.
Back when the Crown Prince disappeared from the Dusheng Nunnery, he had already suspected something was amiss.
Well, this was just great. The face of the Zishu royal family and His Majesty was completely lost, and even he felt disgraced by association.
"Hand him over to me!"
Nun Dairou looked around the crowd, her gaze fixing on Perfected Qinghe, a hint of cunning flashing in her expression.
"This is your best choice.
The Crown Prince has become this sort of thing that is neither human nor ghost, collaborating with Min Tiange and bringing ruin to the entirety of Shadowfell Prefecture.
If this matter spreads, you know better than I do what the consequences will be!"
Perfected Qinghe's face turned pale.
"The people of the world will say that to achieve their goals, the Zishu royal family would even sacrifice an entire prefecture.
Who would still dare to be loyal to the Zishu family? Which general or soldier would risk their lives for the dynasty?"
Nun Dairou's words were sharp.
"You are not my match. If I want to flee, there is nothing you can do about it.
But you are also a member of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion. Could it be that you wish to see the dynasty become what I just described?"
"But I will keep this secret for you; it will be a secret between you and me.
We can learn Min Tiange's plan from the Crown Prince's mouth, and we can step into the Mahayana realm. Time will prove that keeping me alive will allow us both to go further!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the four Void Refinement cultivators who had come along with the two Li family members all wore expressions of sheer horror, looking at Perfected Qinghe with deep vigilance.
How was this a Bodhisattva?
After these words, in order to cover up the dynasty's scandal and tempted by the massive lure Nun Dairou spoke of, Perfected Qinghe might just unleash his poison and kill them all!
Perfected Qinghe didn't say a word, and the corners of Nun Dairou's mouth curved up slightly.
But her expression suddenly froze.
A familiar voice rang out in this place.
"Stop joking around."
Nun Dairou's face turned gloomy.
It was the voice of the black mist figure who had ruined her grand plan in the Dusheng Nunnery.
Even if he were burned to ashes, she would remember this hoarse voice that disgusted a Bodhisattva!
He should be dead.
Nun Dairou clearly remembered that her Buddhist fire had landed on his body.
Even spatial laws could not resist the soul-corroding Buddhist fire. How was it possible? How could he possibly still be alive?
"Perfected Qinghe is highly respected and of great virtue. How could your few words possibly tempt him?"