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Chapter 97: The Jiuyang Royal Family Shows Its Power
🕑 Added 2024-09-19 06:30:24 +0000 UTCThe old Southern King's eyes flickered, then he burst into laughter:
"Hahaha, of course I remember! It was a white dog I rescued from the roadside. It was almost frozen to death in the snow when I found it."
"Hmm!" Qin Chuan's eyes lit up as if he saw a glimmer of hope and continued to ask, "Then, do you remember how big the dog was?"
The old Southern King scratched his head, unsure, and replied, "That dog wasn’t very big, probably because it had been a stray for so long, always hungry. It was smaller than an average dog."
"Old brother, have you remembered everything?" Qin Zhi asked excitedly, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Yes, I’ve remembered some things," the old Southern King said, going along with it, a warm smile on his face. Inside, he sighed in relief—he couldn’t believe his luck, managing to bluff his way through!
But just at that moment—
Qin Chuan suddenly pushed him aside and shouted sternly, "Utter nonsense! I’ve never met the Southern King in such a way, nor did we watch snow together!"
What?!
The abrupt change in the situation hit the old Southern King like a bolt from the blue, and even Southern King Yang Tu stood there, stunned.
"Uncle, what’s going on?" Yang Tu cried out in shock.
In a flash, Qin Chuan moved to stand protectively in front of Yang Tu, glaring coldly at the old Southern King. "Be careful, he’s not your father. He’s an imposter!"
"This…" Yang Tu froze in disbelief.
The old Southern King, caught off guard, chuckled awkwardly and said, "Brother, don’t joke like that. This is a dangerous thing to joke about."
"Hmph, still pretending!" Qin Chuan snorted, his righteous tone cutting through the air. "I could tell right away you weren’t human! You may look like my old friend Yang Xiong, but your temperament is completely different."
"I deliberately mentioned a dog just to test you!"
"I said it was snowing that day and that I didn’t notice the dog at first. Anyone thinking carefully would guess the dog was white! But there was no dog at all!"
"I laid a trap for you, and you fell for it, claiming the dog was small and a stray. The more you try to act, the more obvious your mistakes are!"
The old Southern King’s face changed, but he continued to feign ignorance, laughing. "Brother, stop teasing. You’ve always liked to play around like this. Let’s not waste time; how about we have a drink and catch up instead?"
"Still not showing respect, huh? You think you can fool me?"
Qin Chuan’s voice rang with authority as his aura as a Saint Realm cultivator spread out, filling the courtyard. "You think I can’t see through your facade? You’re nothing but a resurrected demon trying to deceive us!"
With that, Qin Chuan brought his right index and middle fingers together. Swirling golden flames wrapped around his fingers, and he pointed at the old Southern King, shouting, "Reveal yourself!"
Whoosh!
Golden flames shot out, enveloping the old man’s body, instantly blazing three meters high.
But in the next moment—
A powerful energy erupted from the old man’s body, sending out waves of golden light.
Whoosh!
A radiant golden palace appeared above the old Southern King's head, surrounded by five glowing rings.
"This! What is this?!"
Southern King Yang Tu’s eyes widened in shock. His father’s cultivation had reached the Saint Realm? How was this possible?
He clearly remembered that his father had only reached the peak of the Tongtian Realm. There was no way he could be this strong. Now, it was evident—his father had indeed been taken over by a demon!
Qin Chuan was equally astonished!
Was the demon that had taken over this body so powerful?
"No, this strength isn’t coming from his spirit; it’s from his body itself. This must be the true power of the old Southern King. He must have hidden his strength and been involved in the royal family’s secret plans."
In an instant, Qin Chuan grasped the situation.
At the same time, the demon who had taken over the old Southern King stopped pretending. His aura grew terrifying as he coldly declared, "Since you’ve figured it out, you’ll have to die!"
With that, he unleashed a massive punch.
Boom!
Golden fist shadows surged out, expanding rapidly, tearing through the courtyard as they barreled toward Qin Chuan and Yang Tu.
"Such a minor trick, and you dare show off?"
Qin Chuan clenched his fist and punched out directly. Though he was only at the fourth level of the Saint Realm, his strength in battle was enough to challenge even higher levels!
Clang!
A deafening boom echoed as the old Southern King’s golden fist shadows shattered like brittle twigs. The impact rippled out, flattening the entire Southern King’s estate.
Qin Chuan stomped down with his right foot, leaving behind a trail of afterimages as he shot toward the demon like a charging dragon.
Whoosh!
As he advanced, the Green Lotus Sword appeared in his hand. The sharpness of his sword energy radiated outward, making him seem as though he had transformed into a sword himself—an unstoppable force of pure destruction!
"Killing me won’t be that easy!" the demon roared in fury. Behind him, a colossal demonic shadow materialized, towering over a hundred meters tall, holding a black dragon in its grasp. It looked utterly fearsome and terrifying.
"Roar!!"
The demonic shadow bellowed, raising its massive hand and slamming it down toward Qin Chuan, bringing with it an overwhelming flood of demonic energy that blotted out the sky.
"Slash!"
Boom!
With a loud explosion, the demonic hand shattered, and the demonic shadow burst apart, dissolving into a cloud of dark energy that spread across the sky.
"Disperse!"
Qin Chuan waved his hand, sending out a powerful gust of wind that swept away the demonic energy. But the demon had already vanished.
"Uncle, what do we do now?"
Beside him, Southern King Yang Tu stood pale-faced, trembling with lingering fear.
He had almost mistaken a demon for his father—an incredibly dangerous one at that!
At the same time, his respect for Qin Chuan deepened. If it hadn’t been for his uncle, the demon’s disguise would never have been exposed.
In Yang Tu’s heart, Qin Chuan’s identity was now more genuine than ever.
Even if his father’s spirit appeared now and claimed Qin Chuan was a fake, Yang Tu wouldn’t believe it. After all, Qin Chuan had just proven through his actions that—even if his father was fake—his uncle was real!
For Yang Tu, the ultimate test of whether someone was truly his father was whether they could pass his uncle’s scrutiny!
Qin Chuan patted Yang Tu’s shoulder, exuding the air of a wise elder. "Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, I won’t let that demon wreak havoc."
With that, he soared into the sky.
He needed reinforcements!
Where would he go?
To the royal family, of course.
After all, no one would be more concerned about this than the royal family. The old Southern King had likely been involved in the royal family’s most secretive plans and knew their greatest secrets. Now, the demon knew them too.
If the demon revealed those secrets, the royal family’s centuries of efforts would be ruined, and they could face utter disaster!
Qin Chuan flew at full speed.
In no time, he reached the royal capital, descending like a radiant sun upon the city.
Immediately, the royal family’s highest-ranking members rushed out to greet him, including the bald elder himself.
Without wasting any time, Qin Chuan telepathically transmitted a message to the elder: "The old Southern King’s body has been possessed by a demon. He’s at the fifth level of the Saint Realm, and he likely knows all of the Southern King’s memories."
"What?!"
The elder’s pupils contracted sharply, and his aura became wildly unstable, growing violent and frenzied.
His bloodshot eyes filled with an unprecedented madness and killing intent as his breath became ragged.
"This demon… must die!!"
Then, using a secret transmission method, the elder sent out an urgent order to the royal family’s hidden forces.
"The old Southern King’s body has been possessed by a demon. Mobilize all forces, at any cost, and eliminate him within a day!!!"
His voice was nearly a roar.
The Yang family’s thousand years of patience and accumulation couldn’t be destroyed now. The sacrifices of countless generations would not be trampled on!
That night, the Jiuyang Dynasty was anything but peaceful.
Powerful spiritual senses swept through the skies like invisible tidal waves, layer upon layer, covering the entire kingdom.
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