Family Management Game In Immortal Continent

Chapter 1077: Chapter 1071: We Can Still Be Like Before

Li Wei took a deep breath. “You let Min Tiange invade the Central Plains, and he personally delivered the Corpse God of the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems to you.”

“Correct!”

On top of the massive fleshy sphere, the upper half of Fei Heng’s body squirmed out. His bare torso looked minuscule atop the hideous mass of flesh.

Something seemed to be beating inside the sphere, gradually emitting the roar of a dragon.

Crown Prince Fei Heng was covered in viscous blood, yet he continued to stare at his increasingly powerful hand, his gaze growing ever more resolute.

“You all thought the appearance of the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems was simply the discovery of the Three Corpses of Ling Tian, the discovery of an ancient faction.”

Fei Heng’s voice was hoarse.

“With Min Tiange’s methods, he wouldn’t be so careless, and the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems wouldn’t be so easily discovered unless… he intentionally revealed a flaw.

To him, both the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems and the Grand Tower are existences he can discard at any time. What we wanted was the Corpse God.”

“You thought you gained an advantage, but his true objective was merely to borrow your hands to destroy the Mountain of Esoteric Stratagems, which was trying to slip from his control.”

“The greatest benefit of the Corpse-Stitching Art is the ability to turn corpses into a part of oneself.

The Corpse God inherently became a Body Integration existence through the Corpse-Stitching Art. He and his dragon are the absolute finest delicacies for me.”

Fei Heng licked his lips. He felt the power of the Body Integration realm; that was the Dao belonging to the Corpse God!

“You cleared out the small fry for him, and he delivered the corpse of the Corpse God.

What a pity… the Corpse God and Holy Monk Yidian seemed to have noticed something was amiss as well.

They stopped before going too far, preventing Holy Monk Yidian from becoming a part of my body.”

Watching Fei Heng’s fleshy sphere gradually undergo a metamorphosis, actually transforming into a blood-colored corpse dragon, a hint of dread flashed in Nun Dairou’s eyes.

The Bodhisattva of Rebirth let out a majestic yet slightly anxious shout: “Benefactors, this person belongs in the eighteenth layer of hell!”

But the Li family members remained unmoved, while Perfected Qinghe’s eyes darted around rapidly.

“Then what about Shadowfell Prefecture? You already obtained the opportunity to break through to the Body Integration realm. Was it still not enough?” Li Wei maintained a calm and breezy appearance.

“Enough? Hahaha!”

Fei Heng laughed heartily up at the sky, yet it sounded somewhat sorrowful.

“I can’t turn back anymore. I want to comprehend the Dao, I want to integrate with the Dao, I want to reach the Mahayana realm! Just one Corpse God is far from enough.

He is merely my Dao Foundation. The Wu tribe’s entering the Central Plains was also just the beginning!”

“The cultivators of Shadowfell Prefecture had already discovered clues. Therefore, I had to let the Wu tribe breach the pass.

I know Bi Shihu, the Yun Clan, and the Dusheng Nunnery like the back of my hand.

I sent a letter to Yun Manlou; he values his family above all else. He indeed started planning his escape.

Ultimately, the Shadowfell Prefecture could only be fractured and torn apart.”

“The territory of Deston Prefecture is incredibly important; the dynasty was bound to defend it. It would inevitably lead to a fight to the death, resulting in the situation we see today.”

“I thought no one would ever suspect me.”

Nun Dairou’s face turned pale.

Such a person… she had captured him and brought him back to the Dusheng Nunnery, where he had disguised himself right under her nose for decades!

Nun Dairou’s voice practically squeezed through her teeth. “You intentionally let me find you? As the Crown Prince, acting in such a manner, you are no different from a beast.”

Li Kuanghua clenched her fists tightly.

Back when she fled carrying Fei Heng on her back, Fei Heng had taken a Breath-Concealing Pill, and by not utilizing any Spiritual power, she was no different from a mortal.

They fundamentally shouldn’t have been found by the Dusheng Nunnery.

It turned out that the decades of captivity were all orchestrated by Fei Heng!

“I was a missing Crown Prince, captured by the Dusheng Nunnery. Who would ever connect these events to me?”

Fei Heng sneered. As the fleshy sphere gradually transformed into a dragon of flesh, it was incredibly massive even as it coiled on the ground.

He looked toward Nun Dairou’s Bodhisattva of Rebirth. “I also know exactly what kind of things you all really are.”

“Amitabha.” Nun Dairou struck her wooden fish.

“Every single one of you claims to be aloof and pure.

Yun Hongcai said Shadowfell Prefecture was his root, the homeland the Yun family could not abandon, yet the Yun Clan was the very first to flee.

Bi Shihu considered himself the undefeated marshal, exhausting every scheme and calculation, but in reality, he was just a coward who didn’t dare to bear the responsibility of defeat!”

Fei Heng’s expression was full of mockery.

“As for you, a demoness leading a group of fiends to eat people, yet you think of yourself as the Dao, as the Buddha.

Your so-called ‘peace for the world,’ your claim that you would have defended Shadowfell Prefecture to the death if not for accidents—it is entirely a pack of lies.

Even if you had held Shadowfell Prefecture, you still would have used me to spread Buddhism to the world, eating the people of the world to forge your Mahayana Dao!”

“You speak nonsense!” Nun Dairou struck the wooden fish at a faster pace.

“Since you are a Bodhisattva, how could you not know human nature? This is your true nature!”

Fei Heng said coldly.

“Otherwise, why would you have fled? The fall of Shadowfell Prefecture’s border was absolutely not a dead end; there was still a sliver of hope for survival.”

“Perfected Qinghe, members of the Li Clan, the Crown Prince has descended into demonic madness. Strike quickly, now!!!”

Nun Dairou shouted sharply. With so many experts and Perfected Qinghe surrounding her, exposing Fei Heng was her only chance of survival!

Yet Fei Heng showed not the slightest bit of anxiety. He simply stared coldly at Nun Dairou.

“If you hadn’t fled and had instead resisted the Wu tribe, how could Shadowfell Prefecture have ended up like this? Why would I have fled?” His cold interrogation gradually turned into a sigh.

“This was my backup plan. If there had been a great victory that day, the ones in Shadowfell Prefecture’s current predicament would be the Wu tribe.”

“But now, none of us can turn back.”

Fei Heng looked around at the experts in all directions. His gaze lingered on the faces of the Azure Cloud Li Clan for a moment before finally landing on Perfected Qinghe.

“Perfected Qinghe, you know how to choose.”

Hearing this, Perfected Qinghe’s face turned exceptionally ugly.

A Crown Prince is ultimately the Crown Prince. Even if he had done the most conscienceless things imaginable, he was still the direct superior of his direct superior.

The Crown Prince’s scandal… if Fei Heng were only at the Void Refinement realm, or even the Half-Step Body Integration realm, it would be manageable. But a Body Integration Crown Prince…

“What a sin.”

A cold glint erupted from Perfected Qinghe’s eyes. The nine-headed dragon phantom hissed and charged toward Nun Dairou. “Demoness, face your death!”

“As for you all.”

As the two Body Integration experts resumed their battle, Fei Heng—whose upper half emerged from the top of the corpse dragon’s head—looked toward the members of the Azure Cloud Li Clan.

“We can still be like before.”

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