Chapter 1133: Chapter 1130: Conflict
Boom!
A bolt of Kuang Lei flashed in front of the Qiankun Ancestor.
Almost in the next moment, the Qiankun Ancestor was about to be engulfed by the lightning.
But in the next instant.
The Kuang Lei disappeared without a trace.
Immediately, the Qiankun Ancestor’s silhouette vanished.
‘Boom—’
A deafening sound.
Accompanied by a huge tremor from the Dragon Gate Hall.
Zheng Shuang disappeared from where he was, his neck caught by Qiankun Ancestor’s hand, pinned against the wall inside the Dragon Gate Hall, the wall behind already cracked like a spider web, and Zheng Shuang was bleeding from seven orifices, utterly forlorn, slumped there.
Qiankun Ancestor squeezed Zheng Shuang’s neck with one hand, his expression calm, unhurriedly said, “A mere ant dares to be arrogant?”
“Cough cough…” Zheng Shuang coughed blood incessantly, his bleeding eyes revealing a look of horror.
He did not expect the old man who followed Ji Ziqing to be so formidable!
He had no chance to react to the opponent’s move!
“Senior Brother Zheng Shuang!”
At this moment, the man and woman who came with Zheng Shuang finally reacted, their faces exceedingly pale.
“Senior!”
Ji Ziqing reacted, hurriedly exclaimed.
Although she did not get along with Zheng Shuang’s group, it hadn’t come to the point of physical altercation.
After all, Floating Mountain had explicit rules, unless in specific places, internal strife was not permitted.
Qiankun Ancestor ignored Ji Ziqing.
Ji Ziqing could only look to Ye Xuan for help.
Ye Xuan appeared indifferent, as if he hadn’t seen it at all.
“Who dares to act in my Dragon Gate Hall?!”
At this moment, from the Inner Hall of the Dragon Gate Hall, a deep voice echoed, accompanied by gusts of strong wind sweeping in.
In the next moment, an old man in a gray robe appeared inside the hall, carrying himself with formidable authority.
“Elder Hu.”
Seeing the gray-robed old man appear, Ji Ziqing stepped forward to salute.
“Ah, it’s Miss Ziqing returning.” Seeing Ji Ziqing, the old man Hu Wenyuan revealed a slight smile, but then his gaze turned cold as he looked towards Qiankun Ancestor, he said sternly, “You’re being rather insolent in my Floating Mountain.”
“Elder Hu, it was merely a verbal dispute, nothing serious,” Ji Ziqing said.
As she spoke, Ji Ziqing cast a cold glance at Zheng Shuang.
Zheng Shuang, held by Qiankun Ancestor, felt Ji Ziqing’s gaze, his eyes cold, but he refrained from retorting.
Because he and Ji Ziqing both knew, rules at Floating Mountain could not be broken.
If truly escalated, even he would be unable to bear the consequences.
“If it’s just a verbal dispute, why are you still standing there?” Hu Wenyuan snorted coldly, these youngsters were indeed troublesome.
“Senior…” Zheng Shuang looked at Qiankun Ancestor, speaking with difficulty.
Qiankun Ancestor grinned, released Zheng Shuang, and cheerfully said, “Today is the joyous day of my mistress joining Floating Mountain, I shall spare your life for now.”
If not for this consideration, Qiankun Ancestor wouldn’t mind tearing this lad apart.
After saying that, Qiankun Ancestor retreated behind Ye Xuan, as if nothing had happened.
On the other hand, Qiao Xinyu and Yun Daoli, their eyes filled with a grave expression.
In that brief moment, even they were caught off guard by Qiankun Ancestor’s action.
It was evident that this senior’s strength surpassed theirs!
“Cough cough…”
Zheng Shuang fell clumsily to the ground, silently tidying everything up, returned to the man and woman’s side.
“All here for the assessment?”
Hu Wenyuan finally spoke.
“Feiyu Temple’s heir Bai Sheng, Qingyun Sect’s heir Li Feifei,” Zheng Shuang said slowly.
The man and woman beside Zheng Shuang stepped forward.
The man wore a white robe, appearing to be in his early twenties, with a black flying fish imprinted on the back of his garment.
This person was Bai Sheng from Feiyu Temple.
While the other, in a pink gown, spirited and quirky, about eighteen years old, appeared a bit nervous.
Li Feifei from Qingyun Sect.
Feiyu Temple and Qingyun Sect, both major denominations in the Beiming Sea Domain of Daozhou, though not comparable to mighty entities like Ziwei Sacred Land, were ancient overlords with long-standing traditions.
Looking at these two, it seemed they were heirs of Feiyu Temple and Qingyun Sect.
“Emperor Immortal Sect’s Princess, Immortal King Hall’s heir Zhou Youwei,” Ji Ziqing said softly, indicating for Zhou Youwei to step forward.
“Hmm?”
Ji Ziqing’s words caught Hu Wenyuan, Zheng Shuang, and others’ attention.
Emperor Immortal Sect’s Princess, nothing unusual about that prefix.
Immortal King Hall’s heir!
They all looked at Zhou Youwei who stepped forward, unable to hide their surprise.
Leaving aside qualifications, Zhou Youwei’s beauty alone took them aback.
Beautiful!
Extremely beautiful.
A white dress like snow, lotus steps advance, her garment fluttering like a fairy on waves, pure and enchanting, her black hair cascading with an ethereal aura, untouched by mortal dust.
Beneath her delicate brows, eyes veiled in mist, ice-blue pupils seemed like icy realms, seeing them seemed like being frozen, yet instinctively captivating.
Her straight nose and exquisite red lips were enchanting.
Her lips formed a subtle smile, paired with her unparalleled fairy-like appearance, enough to render one breathless.
Between her brows, a Sword Embryo Mark further enhanced her unique beauty.
This caused the nearby Qingyun Sect’s heir, Li Feifei, to feel somewhat inferior.
In front of this Fairy, she felt like a common mortal woman, insignificant.
An inexplicable sense of jealousy arose in her heart.
But upon thinking of the title ‘Immortal King Hall’s heir,’ Li Feifei felt deflated.
It seemed everything paled in comparison…
“Greetings, Elder,”
Zhou Youwei spoke softly, bowing to Hu Wenyuan.
“Good!” Hu Wenyuan nodded with a kind smile.
He hadn’t expected Ji Ziqing to bring the heir of the Immortal King Hall.
“And them?”
Hu Wenyuan’s gaze fell on Ye Xuan, Qiao Xinyu, Yun Daoli.
He sensed these individuals were significant players.
“Floating Mountain cannot accommodate me,” Ye Xuan chuckled lightly.
Hu Wenyuan’s smile stiffened instantly.
Beside him, Zheng Shuang squinted his eyes and scoffed, “What arrogance, there is no one in Daozhou that Floating Mountain cannot accommodate, you’re not afraid of your tongue slipping with such bravado.”
Qiankun Ancestor gave Zheng Shuang a sidelong glance, saying faintly, “What, didn’t get enough exercise just now?”
“You!?” Zheng Shuang’s gaze sunk, unable to rebut, just snorted coldly.
“Elder Hu, he is Miss Zhou’s husband Ye Xuan, he’s here accompanying Miss Zhou,” Ji Ziqing said softly.
“Accompany?” Hu Wenyuan frowned, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, his tone turned cold, “Floating Mountain, never allows outsiders in, this rule, Miss Ziqing should understand better than me.”
“I will personally explain this matter to my father,” Ji Ziqing said seriously.
“Explain? Is explanation needed, outsiders entering Floating Mountain is a capital offense.” Zheng Shuang said, with a yin-yang tone.