noffsinger Chapter 189 Provocation at the door
Chapter 189 Provocation at the door
Meanwhile, Temujin hurriedly returned to the East Palace and headed straight for Kongming's secluded retreat.
"General Zilong, when will Master Zhuge emerge from the pass?"
Zhao Yun, who was guarding the secluded training ground, turned around, his expression as composed as ever. He glanced at Tie Mujincheng and said, "Your Highness, Master is currently in seclusion to break through to a critical realm. I cannot say for sure when he will emerge from seclusion. However, Master once said that he should not be disturbed unless it is something extremely urgent."
Temujin was extremely anxious, pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed slightly. "So that Ming envoy is my thorn in my side. His arrival may be detrimental to me. I beg the general to inform him and ask you to help me get rid of this man!"
Zhao Yun looked troubled. "Before he went into seclusion, Master repeatedly instructed me that this seclusion was of utmost importance, and I really dare not disturb him rashly."
Hey!
Temujin sighed and slowly sat down on the stone bench beside him.
Just as Temujin was extremely anxious, the stone door of the secret chamber suddenly trembled slightly.
Temujincheng and Zhao Yun turned their heads at the same time, staring intently at the tightly closed door.
"Squeak-"
With a thud, the stone door slowly opened, and a heavy aura rushed out, like a gust of wind, with sand and stones swirling around.
Dressed in white, Kongming calmly emerged from the secret chamber, his eyes seemingly holding the vast stars, even more profound, and his entire being exuding an indescribable aura.
"Chancellor... Mr. Zhuge, you've made a breakthrough!" Zhao Yun was both surprised and delighted, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
Kongming nodded slightly to him, a faint smile appearing on his face, before turning to look at Temujincheng and speaking.
"Your Highness looks anxious, what has happened?"
Temujin rushed forward and told him all about An Lushan's arrival as an envoy of the Ming Dynasty and his intention to provoke the Crown Prince.
"Sir, An Lushan is cunning, ruthless, and vicious. He poisoned me back then, and this grudge is stuck in my throat. I beg you, sir, to do me justice!"
After speaking, Temujin bowed and paid his respects.
"Oh, An Lushan? Is that the An family that rebelled against the Tang Dynasty and was later destroyed by Zhuge Liang?" Kongming asked deliberately, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"It is indeed that scoundrel! That sorcerer Zhuge Kongming is so indecisive. Why didn't he deal with this scourge back then? Now he's transformed into an envoy of the Ming Dynasty, which is very troublesome!" Temujincheng's face was full of anger, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire.
Upon hearing Temujin's words, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in Kongming's eyes, vanishing in an instant. A mysterious smile played on his lips as he slowly said, "Such a clown is nothing to fear. I will deal with him tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Tie Mujincheng's face lit up with joy, but he immediately became worried and said, "Sir, An Lushan is surrounded by many experts, and I have also heard from the people of the three major sects that the Ming Emperor has specially crafted several Dharma bodies for him. It can be said that those below the Nascent Soul stage are powerless to resist him. I hope you will be careful."
"Nascent Soul Dharma Body?"
Kongming raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Emperor Ming, Zhu Song, really values him. Then we can't let this traitor get away with it!"
Upon hearing this, Temujin offered a barrage of flattery, disregarding where Kongming got his confidence from to dare to challenge the Dharma body of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The next day, the monks and advisors of the Eastern Palace were on high alert, their expressions showing a hint of tension, and the training ground was already crowded with people.
An Lushan entered the East Palace with his entourage. The Emperor's Sword at his waist gleamed coldly in the sunlight, and he exuded composure in every gesture.
"Your Highness, I have long admired the many talented people in the Eastern Palace, and I have come today to seek your guidance."
An Lushan cupped his hands slightly and spoke.
Temujincheng replied with a forced smile, "Your Highness is too kind. I hope the men you brought can hold out for a while."
After speaking, his eyes unconsciously darted around, seeking a sliver of reassurance.
The Ming Dynasty cultivator following behind glanced around and found that almost everyone present was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, with only a handful of Golden Core cultivators putting on a show. A faint, mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Hmph! This is the Eastern Palace of the Great Yuan? A bunch of insignificant nobodys!"
One of the monks made no attempt to hide his mockery.
Upon hearing this, Temujin's face darkened. "This is the territory of my Great Yuan. Even if you're a dragon, you have to coil up before me!"
"Hahaha... Where does a mere prince from the mortal realm get the audacity to speak to me like that!"
The cultivator laughed wildly, his voice echoing across the training ground, full of contempt.
An Lushan remained unmoved, merely raising his hand and waving it slightly, "Your Highness, please don't be offended. My immortal master here is straightforward and has absolutely no intention of looking down on you."
Temujin suppressed his anger. He knew that he, the crown prince, was nothing more than an ant in the eyes of these cultivators, but as the master of the Eastern Palace of the Great Yuan, how could he be so despised?
"However you wish to play, Prince An, I will play along to the very end today!"
An Lushan smiled enigmatically and said, "I've only come here to make friends with like-minded people. I don't want to fight and harm our harmony, but these immortal masters can decide for themselves what they want to do!"
"What a fine idea of 'making decisions for oneself'! Prince An was nothing more than a fence-sitter back then, but today he has gathered many cultivators around him, which shows he does have some ability. However, we cultivators of the Great Yuan Dynasty are not to be humiliated at will. Today, right here in the martial arts arena, let's make things clear and settle things properly!"
At this moment, an old servant of the Eastern Palace stepped forward, his white beard trembling with anger.
Upon hearing this, the immortal master behind An Lushan sneered disdainfully, "Old man, you've only reached the Golden Core stage at your advanced age, and you dare to yell at Prince An?"
The old elder trembled with rage at the insult, his eyes blazing with fury. "You insolent brat! Today, I will risk my old life to show you that the dignity of the Great Yuan cultivators is inviolable!"
After saying that, his spiritual power surged wildly around him. His body, which was originally slightly hunched, became as straight as a pine tree with the support of the spiritual power. He had somehow acquired an ancient longsword in his hand, with runes flashing on the blade and emitting a chilling aura.
Temu Jincheng was overjoyed. This cultivator had followed him for many years and held a superior position in the Eastern Palace. Although his cultivation was not top-notch among the cultivators of the Great Ming Dynasty, this retainer had devoted his life to the sword path and might be able to put up a fight.
"Immortal Master, proceed with caution!" he warned.
The old elder nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the arrogant Ming Dynasty cultivator with the sharp eyes of a hawk.
Da Ming, on the other hand, looked disdainful, arms crossed, and appeared relaxed. "You think you can compete with a rogue cultivator like yourself?"
Having said that, he lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his figure appeared in front of the old elder in an instant like a ghost. He raised his hand and unleashed a sharp palm wind, aiming straight for the old elder's face.
The old elder snorted coldly, and quickly swung his long sword, instantly forming a spiritual energy barrier that barely blocked the palm strike.
However, before he could retaliate, the Ming Dynasty cultivator flashed again, and a magical artifact descended from the sky, aiming to kill the old elder.
Upon seeing this, Temujin felt a sudden tightness in his chest.
As expected, the retainer was powerless against the sudden magical weapon, and half of his body instantly turned into a bloody mist.
The Ming Dynasty cultivators had no intention of letting him go and once again unleashed their magic weapons to end the life of the old elder.
“If you have to be merciful, please be merciful!”
Kongming, dressed in a blue robe, walked steadily out of the crowd, his gaze calm as still water, as if he were talking about something insignificant.
He glanced at the cultivator, then turned his gaze to An Lushan…