Protect Our Clan Leader-Chapter 848 - 22 Yin Turning Small Rain Great Heavenly
Chapter 848 -22: Yin Turning Small Rain! Great Heavenly Proud Peak Battle (Request for Monthly Votes)
Chapter 848 -22: Yin Turning Small Rain! Great Heavenly Proud Peak Battle (Request for Monthly Votes)
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If that was all, it would have been fine, but there was more.
The key issue was that while “Thousand Autumn” was being trampled underfoot, it was still desperately struggling and spouting nonsense, “Kid surnamed Wu, let go of me this instant. I’m doing this for your own good, trust me when it comes to flirting.” It clanged and thrashed under Wu Zhixing’s feet, like a fish out of water.
Such a scene left the onlookers at the venue dumbfounded.
This audience was composed of highly respected figures from Return to Dragon City. Even if they had never seen a Divine Spiritual Treasure, they had certainly heard of them and held them in high regard and anticipation. Who wouldn’t dream of owning a talking Divine Spiritual Treasure?
But what on earth was this thing? Was it a sword, or just plain ruffian? Suddenly, it seemed to shatter everyone’s understanding of Divine Spiritual Treasures.
Standing on the edge of the ring, Wu Xuening, who was there to support her obedient grandson, was also stunned. After looking around, she awkwardly stepped back, as if to distance herself from Wu Zhixing.
She murmured to herself, although she had requested a talking sword from her great-grandfather, this talking sword was just too despicable… Thankfully, it wasn’t her Divine Spiritual Treasure, otherwise, could she even show her face?
“Shut up.”
Wu Zhixing’s face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he was so embarrassed that he almost fled the ring.
He stomped on “Thousand Autumn” and ground his foot into it, angrily saying, “If you spout nonsense again, I’ll eradicate you.”
Even a clay figure has a point at which it will react. Wu Zhixing was generally calm, but even he was provoked into fiery anger by Thousand Autumn.
In recent days, it had been incessantly nagging him during his cultivation, which was tolerable, but to continue doing so in public was utterly humiliating.
“Hmph, fine, I’ll shut up, but there will come a time when you need me,” Thousand Autumn finally quieted down somewhat under the threat of obliteration, but still couldn’t resist having the last word.
“Miss Liyao, I truly apologize.” Wu Zhixing, his face flush with embarrassment, decided to ignore it and quickly apologized to Wang Liyao, “This sword of mine is really too…”
The word “perverted” was hard for him to utter in front of Wang Liyao, who seemed like an immortal descending to earth.
“No matter.” Wang Liyao, her lips twitching slightly under her veil, responded with an elegant voice, “Little Commandery Prince, just train it slowly when you can, and I also appreciate the Little Commandery Prince accepting my challenge.”
As the two faced each other in the ring, naturally, all eyes and focus in White Cloud Tower fell upon them.
In the best private booths.
The atmosphere heated up instantly.
An old man with white hair, dressed in a Four Claw Golden Dragon Jin Robe and wearing a purple gold crown, looked at the situation on the ring and laughed, “Old Ghost Tianhe, you’re quite lucky. To think you could find a Great Heavenly Proud in that remote corner of Longzuo County.”
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In another private booth, Enlightened One Tianhe was present.
He was obviously dressed for the occasion today, wearing a plain white robe, exuding an aura like an ancient immortal, but his words were direct and scathing, “Wu Dexin, after over a thousand years, you’re still the same as when you were young, lacking virtue and progress. Longzuo County has just been established, and many descendants of prominent families have dedicated their lives to contribute to the rise of Da Qian. How can you describe it as a remote corner?”
“The support you, a royal, receive every year partly comes from the taxes of millions of Longzuo County’s citizens. Don’t bite the hand that feeds you.”
Prince Dexin’s face darkened slightly, “Is that what this prince meant? Which among us royal princes hasn’t fought battles and protected the nation? How many princes have died on the battlefield over the thousands of years since our nation was founded?”
“Hehe, it sounds as if our Sacred Land doesn’t contribute at all,” Enlightened One Tianhe retorted disdainfully. “We of the Sacred Land also bear the responsibilities of protecting the nation and educating the people. Aren’t there plenty of our predecessors from the Nine Veins of the Sacred Land who have also sacrificed much?”
In their youth, Prince Dexin and Enlightened One Tianhe had represented the Imperial House and the Sacred Land, respectively.
If the chosen of these two veins got along, they naturally became like brothers or friends. But if they didn’t see eye to eye, various grudges were inevitable.
Without a doubt, these two had conflicts or irreconcilable differences since they were young.
“Brother Tianhe, today is the deciding battle between Yao’er and Wu Zhixing, let’s focus on the battle and not argue further,” another distinguished, imposing old man in a brocade robe in the same private booth interrupted, seeing that they were about to start quarreling again.
“Fine, we’ll give Ding Duke some face,” Enlightened One Tianhe agreed readily.
This brocade-robed old man was indeed the Divine Power Old Ancestor of the Third-Class Aristocratic Families of the Great Qian Wang Clan—Ding Duke.
The title of Ding Duke was bestowed upon the Wang family by the first Great Emperor at the founding of the nation, a tremendous honor.
The title of duke was equivalent to that of a prince, receiving the same annuities, and could be hereditarily succeeded without the need for battlefield merits. However, since the Great Qian Wang Clan only had one duke’s title, if several members of the Divine Power Territory existed at the same time, only one could inherit the duke’s title.
Currently, as the Great Qian Wang Clan had only one Divine Power Old Ancestor, the position of Ding Duke naturally passed to him. The next Ding Duke might very likely fall to the current Divine Power Seed—Wang Zhuohui.
