The Feng Zun Journey
Bad Intentions
The boundless groove of conch trumpets filled the air.
Punch after punch drums sounded heavy and deep.
The combination filled the air with a serious solemn atmosphere.
It was like a huge procession resembling a king, who was observing his realm.
There was no doubt that this was the demon beast faction, and out of the thirty-six demon beast cultivators parading, nine of them were in the Immortal Realm!
Fang Linghai, Gu Shangju, Fu Yunlong, Cao Yang, and the other famous figures were all shocked.
They had already assessed at a glance, and realized that the origin of this procession was not at all simple.
The many factions gathered here had a very limited number of Immortal Realm experts.
Although the Mysterious Titan Sect was now one of the peak-level factions in the Tang Dynasty, it only had a total of eight Immortal Realm experts.
Now, however, just for a procession of securing the carriage journey, but the bodyguards that followed him had nine Immortal Realm experts.
Who is not surprised?
"That Spiritual Golden Lion is actually not that bad ..."
Feng Zun's gaze ignored the procession and directly landed on the large lion-headed beast, a body as big as an elephant, golden-haired who was pulling a carriage.
The Spiritual Golden Lion had innate control over fire and light, and they were happy to consume treasures containing the aura of metallic elements. Their strength was limitless, and they were extremely savage.
This Spiritual Golden Lion was already at the late stage Immortal Realm, and he was no weaker than the black dragon serpent, Zhi Guan!
Although it is only a little, that dirty little beast is actually worthy of protecting the gate of the Sky Mansion academy, Feng Zun thought.
As he pondered, a huge procession of demon beast cultivators stopped in the sky, not far from the Misty Cloud Mountain.
The curly-bearded elder on the frontline lowered his conch horn, then turned around and faced the carriage respectfully, "My master, we have reached the Misty Cloud Mountain!"
His voice spread throughout the mountain, blaring like thunder.
Before long, a lazy voice sounded from within the carriage, "Is the Continent Conference Terrace over?"
The tall and gallant drumkeeper turned his gaze to the Holy Mountain Peak, then turned around and said respectfully, "My master, those cultivators are still here."
These words left the hearts of Fang Linghai and the others clenched.
They suddenly realized that this procession of demonic beast cultivators, was also here to attend the meeting!
Another voice rang out from inside the carriage, but this one sounded alluring, timid, and sweet, but,
“Your Majesty said that we are here to do good. Ghuo Meng, please explain to them why we are here. I believe that they will make a rational choice.”
It was now clear that there was more than one person inside the ornate carriage.
"Well, Miss!"
The tall and sturdy man, Ghuo Meng, solemnly acknowledged this order.
He turned around, and his tall figure stood proudly amidst the clouds.
His exposed upper body looked solid as metal, as if he had been forged from bronze, and his protruding muscles looked as hard as stone, filled with a shocking burst of aura.
His eyes flashed coldly.
“Daoist colleagues, you don't need to panic. My master has decorated this place with his presence, for one reason and for only one purpose."
Ghuo Meng said expressionlessly, "I hope you will be willing to cooperate."
"Cooperate?"
Their eyebrows are wrinkled.
As soon as the sentence was spoken, all the famous figures immediately felt that something was wrong.
"May I ask respectfully, what is in your master's mind?"
Fang Linghai asked seriously.
Ghuo Meng's voice boomed like thunder, “His Highness pityes everyone, and deeply hates bloodshed and chaos."
“When he learned that you, all of you, were gathered here to hold meetings, make deals, and take the initiative to extinguish the fires of war, His Majesty was very happy and grateful. Therefore, he chose to come personally, and lend a helping hand to your efforts towards world peace.”
"...."
His words clearly sounded so true to himself, that only idiots would believe his nonsense.
Fang Linghai weighed each of his words carefully, then said, “Daoist Dean, we have completed the related discussion and made the rules. We have decided that, from today on, we will bury grudges and resentments... ”
"How can it be that the rules you make are based on your own consideration?" sela Ghuo Meng's.
“In addition, what if one of you breaks the rules? Who will be the mediator?”
The gathered experts furrowed their brows.
They all knew what Ghuo Meng meant, that he clearly intended to intervene.
"Then... May I ask your master's view on this matter?" Fang Linghai asked in a serious tone.
When he answered him, Ghuo Meng did not even stop to think. “It won't be difficult. From today on, all you need to do is submit to His Majesty and obey his every command. That way, no one in Great Zhou, Han Dynasty, Tang or Feng would dare to act recklessly, and there would be no bloodshed or further chaos."
Everyone's expression changed dramatically in response.
It was obvious, that they were here with bad intentions!
Then Ghuo Meng said calmly, “You have nothing to worry about, Your Majesty did this out of consideration for the sake of you and your respective factions. If you become his subordinates, we will all be on the same side, and you will also receive a share of the profits of each.”
The expressions of Fang Linghai and the others were already dark and gloomy.
Who would have thought that when the Terrace of the Continent Conference would end, a powerful faction of demon beast cultivators would appear out of nowhere?
And they even planned to force everyone present to submit!
"What happens if we disagree?"
Fu Yunlong of the Star Sword Pavilion asked in seriousness.
Ghuo Meng could only grin, and he said grimly, “Those who disagree, then it means they want to bring destruction to the people. Due to consideration for the common good, then we must eliminate this omen of destruction!”
His voice boomed like thunder, and he spoke in a tone filled with truth.
This caused an uproar among the gathered higher-ups, and their expressions changed erratically.