Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1072: Chapter 1066: Witnesses

Zhou Chengli stared at Crown Prince Fei Heng in horror.

Crown Prince Fei Heng stood three meters tall. His hideous, muscular body possessed a decaying, pale hue, and his eyes were bloodshot.

The berserk corpse dragon had lost its divine sense and only numbly protected Fei Heng.

The Spiritual power of one man and one corpse dragon resisted the Buddhist light raining down from Nun Dairou’s Bodhisattva of Rebirth in the cloudy sky.

“The Corpse-Stitching Art of the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems… the corpse dragon of the Dao-Glimpsing realm Corpse God from the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems, and… a Dao-Glimpsing realm body!”

Back then, the ones who handled the matter of the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems were the Department of Immortal Suppression, whose duty was to suppress demons and evil spirits, but the Imperial Protectors Guard was equally aware of the intelligence regarding the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems.

Zhou Chengli found it hard to believe.

After the sect’s gate was destroyed, during the battle with Holy Monk Yidian, the Corpse God of the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems had fled when he saw no hope of salvaging the situation.

The world did not know where the Corpse God went.

But now, the already deceased corpse dragon was being used by the Crown Prince.

With just a little thought, Zhou Chengli could guess exactly whose corpse Fei Heng had integrated into his own body using the Corpse-Stitching Art… the Corpse God!

And this made Zhou Chengli even more incredulous.

“How is this possible? Where did the Crown Prince learn the Corpse-Stitching Art? And by what means did he kill the Corpse God and the corpse dragon of the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems?”

And the answer to all of this…

He looked at the two from the Li Clan. These two didn’t seem surprised at all.

Zhou Chengli seemed to understand why Li Yaozu wanted their four Void Refinement cultivators to lead the way.

Rather than saying they were leading the way, it was more like they were brought along to be witnesses!

To witness a Crown Prince cultivating a forbidden art not tolerated by the world, or perhaps some other matter entirely.

Zhou Chengli’s heart pounded wildly.

He looked at Li Yaozu and Li Yaoqing. “You two, should we help?”

In the cloudy sky, Nun Dairou’s Bodhisattva of Rebirth and Perfected Qinghe were engaged in a fierce battle.

The statue of Nun Dairou’s Bodhisattva of Rebirth had a compassionate face and profound Buddhist Dharma.

Its left hand thumbed prayer beads, while its right hand struck a wooden fish. Buddhist Dao chants filled the cloudy sky.

Even though they were far from the battlefield, everyone present could still feel that under the Buddhist chants, their Spiritual power, vital blood, and souls were falling into a state of lethargy.

The Buddha statue did not move, yet it was already manifesting Buddha palms; in fact, wherever the Buddhist light shined, massive lethal damage could be inflicted at any moment.

This was the Dao of the so-called ‘Rebirth’, which delivered a person’s physical body and soul.

If directed toward good, it truly could allow someone to step into reincarnation. But if the Bodhisattva directed it toward evil, the opponent would fall into the predicament Perfected Qinghe was currently experiencing.

Under Perfected Qinghe’s Dao intent, it was as if there was a quagmire around him.

The sound of boiling water could be heard in the cloudy sky, and black bubbles popped up in the surrounding space, full of corrosive and highly toxic intent.

Wherever his Spiritual power touched, things withered and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

How did this prominent figure of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion still resemble the transcendent, immortal-like being holding an array disk that outsiders usually saw.

The smiling mask on his face was gone, revealing a gloomy young man’s face.

He held two Spirit Treasures shaped like poisonous fangs, and behind him loomed the phantom of a cyan nine-headed dragon.

As the Buddhist Dharma clashed with Perfected Qinghe’s ‘Dao of Poison’, Perfected Qinghe fell to a disadvantage, playing out exactly as if evil could not triumph over good.

…….

“A dignified almighty expert of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, an elder of the dynasty’s Department of Imperial Divination, has actually cultivated such a vicious Dao path.”

Nun Dairou struck her wooden fish, seemingly entering a state of meditation. Behind her, the Bodhisattva of Rebirth wore a tranquil and gentle expression.

Its voice was majestic, its form solemn, and it looked righteously toward Perfected Qinghe.

“The imperial court is corrupt and full of filth. My Buddha is compassionate. Benefactor, turning back is the shore.

Hand the court’s Crown Prince over to this poor nun for enlightenment, and only then can you cross the sea of suffering.”

Perfected Qinghe’s twin spikes pierced into the void. Behind him, the phantom of a nine-headed dragon roared in all directions, but his poison arts were suppressed by the Buddhist Dharma.

Having fought for four hours, he was already at his wit’s end.

Glancing at the ground where the Crown Prince was also struggling to resist, his corpse energy suppressed by the Buddhist Dharma, Perfected Qinghe’s gaze flickered uncertainly.

“If I had known, I wouldn’t have waded into this muddy water.”

Perfected Qinghe gnashed his teeth.

Wenren Jiuyue, who was fighting the Nirvana Sage Elder at the Dusheng Nunnery, was definitely cursing him right now.

But how could that old bastard know that this was the true center of trouble?

Nun Dairou was a master at hiding her true strength, and Crown Prince Fei Heng was no simpleton either.

Not long ago, when he saw Fei Heng use the Corpse-Stitching Art, Perfected Qinghe was almost scared silly.

“This is really going to cost me my life,” Perfected Qinghe thought inwardly while resisting the Buddhist Dharma.

“The Empress wants me to kill the Crown Prince, while His Majesty ordered me to save him. Now look at this—I can neither kill him nor save him.

Anyway, he is neither human nor ghost; it would actually be better if Nun Dairou captured him!”

Having made up his mind, he was just about to leave when he pursed his lips.

He saw numerous auras approaching from all directions.

“Amitabha!”

Nun Dairou’s tightly closed eyes furrowed.

The Bodhisattva of Rebirth chanted scriptures, and six giant jade Bodhisattva hands reached out from the sky, blocking Void Refinement Spiritual power from six directions.

Six Void Refinement cultivators!

Two of the auras were particularly eye-catching.

One exuded the aura of a supreme-grade Dharma Treasure, as heavy as a mountain.

It was an ancient and unadorned bracelet. When it blasted against the palm of the Bodhisattva of Rebirth, the phantom of a mountain range appeared, shattering one of the Bodhisattva’s palm’s fingers.

The other aura was accompanied only by a sword’s hum and a myriad rays of seven-colored light.

With a soft sound, an incredibly ordinary sword pierced into the center of the Bodhisattva’s palm, before being shattered by the Buddhist light.

Following the booming sounds, the six Void Refinement cultivators who had come from Deston Prefecture surrounded Nun Dairou from afar on six sides.

“Perfected Qinghe, we have come to hold the line for you.”

Li Yaoqing’s voice rang out, causing the corners of Perfected Qinghe’s mouth to twitch. He actually knew Li Yaoqing.

The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion and the Azure Cloud Li Clan had an inexplicable and unclear relationship.

Back when Li Yaoqing was an imperial physician in the Imperial Capital, everyone knew of her.

Over these years, the merchant Li Clan had amassed a fortune, and their ties with the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion had grown even closer.

“Thank you all for your assistance. This old demoness is truly difficult to deal with.”

Perfected Qinghe forced a smile. Great, now if he ran away, it would be exactly as Wenren Jiuyue had said—his reputation would rot and stink to high heaven.

With the arrival of reinforcements, Nun Dairou’s expression turned cold, and the Bodhisattva statue halted its movements.

Two or three Void Refinement cultivators were fine, but six of them were definitely capable of causing her trouble.

Besides that, there was also Fei Heng, who was neither human nor ghost!

“People of the Azure Cloud Li Clan!”

The Bodhisattva’s eyes stared fixedly at Li Yaozu and Li Yaoqing.

Nun Dairou could sense the same bloodline aura from them as from Li Kuanghua.

How could she not see that these suddenly appearing Void Refinement cultivators were all brought by the Azure Cloud Li Clan?

They were like dog-skin plasters; once they stuck on, even tearing them off would cost a layer of skin.

“Amitabha. Members of the Li Clan, you have already brought disaster upon my Dusheng Nunnery.

Why must you persistently entangle yourselves with us? Why not lay down your butcher’s knives and become a Buddha on the spot?”

The Buddhist voice was captivating.

“This poor nun only wants the Crown Prince. Whatever the Li Clan desires, this poor nun can part with it.”

“Very well.” The sword Li Yaozu used just now was destroyed, so another incredibly ordinary sword fell from his sword box into his hand. He stood holding the sword.

“Then part with your life.”

Nun Dairou was left speechless, and for a moment, the cloudy sky fell silent.

Li Yaozu simply found it ridiculous.

He had spent these years cultivating in the Sword Pavilion and rarely even entered the Ancestral Space, so he didn’t know the general outline of what had happened.

However, he understood one thing: with generations of descendants in the clan, he was already an ancestor. Since Nun Dairou was an enemy, she should be annihilated.

Perfected Qinghe looked around at the crowd.

Although six Void Refinement cultivators had arrived, given their strength, one careless move could cost them their lives. Ultimately, he was still the one facing the Nun directly.

He broke the silence of their standoff. “Old demoness, with us here, don’t even think about capturing His Highness the Crown Prince. Why don’t you quickly surrender?”

“…”

Who among those present wasn’t a shrewd schemer? Pairs of eyes stared at Perfected Qinghe.

Perfected Qinghe’s expression looked incredibly fierce at the moment, but he was as slippery as the nine-headed long worm behind him.

Yet Nun Dairou seemingly failed to understand Perfected Qinghe’s hidden meaning urging her to leave.

Looking at Fei Heng, she said, “You want to protect him? The people of the world are ignorant, but I never expected that you Benefactors would be equally ignorant.”

The expressions of Perfected Qinghe and Zhou Chengli drastically changed.

They saw Crown Prince Fei Heng, guarded by the corpse dragon, averting his gaze.

Nun Dairou continued, “You Benefactors claim that this poor nun fled on the eve of battle, and that Bi Shihu and Yun Hongcai are true villains.

For decades, the affairs of Shadowfell Prefecture have been blamed on the three of us.

But have any of you ever considered that the disaster of Shadowfell Prefecture does not lie with us, nor does it lie with the Wu tribe?”

“Old demoness, cease your demonic words and stop confusing the public!”

Perfected Qinghe shouted furiously.

“Me, confusing the public with demonic words?” Nun Dairou no longer used a Buddhist self-address. Her true body opened her eyes and sneered.

“The Crown Prince of the dynasty is neither human nor ghost; he cultivates the arts of the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems and uses a corpse dragon.

You accuse me of using demonic words to confuse the public, but who is the real demon here?!!”

Perfected Qinghe was momentarily speechless. The reinforcements who had come to assist all focused their gazes on Crown Prince Fei Heng, their eyes complex.

Nun Dairou’s voice echoed loudly.

“The Dusheng Nunnery, the Shadowfell Prefecture army, and the Prefecture Lord’s Yun Clan—for the three of us, Shadowfell Prefecture is our root!

We defended Shadowfell Prefecture for hundreds of years.

The situation of the Nirvana Sage Elder charging into Shadowfell Prefecture that day was not something we had ever encountered before.

We didn’t run for hundreds of years; why did we flee that day and hand Shadowfell Prefecture over on a silver platter?”

“If we were simply greedy for life and afraid of death, we would have left Shadowfell Prefecture long ago.

We would only have needed to give the Imperial Capital a few excuses, so how would we have ended up in this current predicament?

If we were seeking opportunities, the three of our factions could have colluded, sold out Shadowfell Prefecture, plunged the world into chaos, and acted even more ruthlessly!”

Nun Dairou’s voice was calm, but it seemed to conceal heaven-shaking fury.

“No, you never thought about it. You only know that we fled, and that someone in this world had to pay the price for the matter of Shadowfell Prefecture.”

“But you didn’t know that when the Wu tribe broke into the Central Plains, someone in our Shadowfell Prefecture was harboring a Dao seed.”

“For hundreds of years, we were locked in a contest with those harboring wicked intentions.

We were once just like you; to defend the borders, our disciples, clansmen, and subordinates died one by one.

We only wanted to do one thing: drive the Wu tribe out of the Azure Dynasty, expand the territory of our dynasty, and establish merit that would last ten thousand generations.”

“You only see us now as wildly ambitious, stopping at nothing for the sake of opportunities and growing stronger, setting up game after game of chess.”

“But you never imagined that we, too, were once someone else’s chess pieces.”

Nun Dairou stared calmly at Crown Prince Fei Heng.

“Back then, the Yun Clan prepared to flee without hesitation. We were already guarding against each other, and our suspicions grew heavier.

People who understood us so well, and who even knew what our three factions wanted, were truly few and far between.”

“Wouldn’t you say so, Your Highness the Crown Prince?”

Nun Dairou’s face was gloomy.

“Decades have passed, and you have been in my Dusheng Nunnery the entire time. Even I was deceived by you.

If I hadn’t forced you to reveal your corpse energy, I truly wouldn’t have dared to make this speculation.”

The great battle between Body Integration experts had leveled the ruins to the ground.

In the cloudy sky of this place, everyone felt a chill spread through their entire bodies.

They gazed down at the monster, bowing its head on the ground. A wind formed by Spiritual power blew past, lifting the monster’s disheveled hair.

The corpse dragon coiled by his side. Crown Prince Fei Heng did not say a word.

There were only pairs of complex eyes—which, despite having earlier suspicions, were still in disbelief—fixed entirely upon him.

Just like his currently hideous, corpse-stitched appearance, in the eyes of everyone present, he was a twisted monster.

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