Chapter 687 - 332: The Situation Worsens
Deng Lai’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it resounded like a war drum, booming in the hearts of the Lu Family Elders.
If it had been an ordinary person, they would dismiss it with a sneer and a laugh, but Deng Lai was the City Lord of East Pole Immortal City, under the command of the Divine General, and wouldn’t make such arrogant remarks to the Lu Family for a mere joke.
"Ancestor?"
The Lu Family’s Great Elder Lu Taixuan couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
Before Lu Feng could respond, Deng Lai sat down with a calm demeanor, a playful smile forming, "Lu Feng, you might fool others, but you can’t fool me. While I am not a Soul Cultivator, in the Spirit Suppressing Army, I’ve surpassed ten Soul-Suppression Steles with my Middle Golden Core Realm cultivation. My Divine Soul can even compare to that of a Late-stage Golden Core Cultivator, allowing me to easily spot the guise and weakness of your Divine Soul. I only speak of this matter here today, but once stepping out of this threshold, to whom these words might be spoken is uncertain. You’d better think carefully."
Deng Lai’s words caused the Lu Family Elders’ expressions to change once more, throwing them into panic, all eyes turning to Lu Feng. Even with hundreds of years of cultivation, when it comes to life and death, no one could remain calm.
Yet Lu Feng seemed as composed as ever, his eyes gradually showing a hint of displeasure, even Lu Chan was somewhat surprised. After all, Deng Lai was no ordinary cultivator.
Deng Lai was the City Lord of East Pole Immortal City, representing Nangong Huan, one of the four Divine Generals of the Spirit Suppressing General!
A league beyond the likes of the Master of Many Evils.
Immediately, Lu Feng spoke coolly, "City Lord Deng, did you come here merely to threaten this old man?"
Deng Lai chuckled, "No, no, this isn’t a threat at all, just stating facts. If Fellow Daoist Lu insists on holding your views, you can pretend you haven’t heard what I’ve said. If the Master of Many Evils learns of your situation, I’m afraid it won’t be as simple as wanting Lu Chan."
After these words.
Deng Lai said no more.
Sitting peacefully.
The Lu Family Elders were also silent as the grave, not daring to speak, their gazes fixed on their ancestor, while also casting glances at Lu Chan. Knowing well their ancestor’s bias toward her, they couldn’t help but harbor resentment.
Things could have been peaceful, the resources of Demon Beasts in the Celestial Yin Mountain Range could be ceded.
Why fight at all?
If they must fight.
Why intervene personally?
How to bring this to a close now?
How could this end well?
Lu Shouren was filled with regret at this moment. A hundred and twenty-three years ago, he shouldn’t have accepted the bow from Lu Chan, still a child then, from a branch of the Lu Family. Without that bow, today’s troubles wouldn’t exist.
With grievous injuries already, if any more misfortunes strike the Lu Family, surviving might lead to a thousand-mile grave relocation.
At this moment, Lu Feng finally opened his mouth, "City Lord Deng, what do you want?"
Deng Lai waved his hand, explaining, "I want nothing, only to help your Lu Family, after all, I am now the City Lord of East Pole Immortal City. Naturally, the power of East Pole Immortal City comes first."
Then Deng Lai continued, "The Master of Many Evils wants Lu Chan, but I know Fellow Daoist Lu is not an unfeeling and untrustworthy person, you will surely choose to protect Lu Chan, so as the new City Lord, it’s only right for me to help mediate, to keep the Lu Family safe. With the influence of Deng Mou, there’s surely another way to solve this matter, ensuring the Lu Family’s safety and protecting its thousand-year legacy."
Deng Lai’s words were beautifully said, causing a few among the Lu Family Elders to show hints of pleasant surprise.
However, they all knew, the prettier the words.
The greater the demands.
"What do you want to withdraw from this matter?" Lu Feng understood Deng Lai’s underlying meaning and immediately sent a silent message.
Deng Lai’s mouth curled into a smile, "Qi Mountain and Cold Pool Mist Valley, but Fellow Daoist, don’t misunderstand that Deng Mou is targeting your Lu Family, this time Deng Mou wants all Tier Three Yin Veins in the Celestial Yin Mountain Range."
"Qi Mountain?"
Lu Feng’s expression hardened.
He sent another message, "Why do you want these things?"
"It’s none of your business," Deng Lai responded calmly, with a tone that seemed to carry a warning.
Lu Feng fell silent.
From Deng Lai’s previous words, he gleaned that this was definitely not Deng Lai’s own intention.
But rather, under someone’s orders.
Whose bidding was Deng Lai doing?
Divine General Nangong Huan!
"Besides Cold Pool Mist Valley and Qi Mountain, City Lord Deng can name anything else." Lu Feng spoke resolutely.
Deng Lai’s smile froze, no longer telepathically communicating, and he stated displeased, "Besides Cold Pool Mist Valley and Qi Mountain, Deng Mou wants nothing else. I remind you once more, if you’re unwilling to give, the Brute Puppet Sect might not be as unwilling."
The threat swept in like a tide, casting worry across the faces of the Lu Family Elders once more.
Because from Deng Lai’s previous words, it could be inferred that their ancestor had once again refused Deng Lai.
Deng Lai wanted Cold Pool Mist Valley and Qi Mountain, and the ancestor rejected him just as he had rejected the others!
The Elders all turned their gaze towards Lu Chan, filled with myriad perplexities and misunderstandings.
Why would the ancestor...?
Why protect Cold Pool Mist Valley and Qi Mountain for Lu Chan, at the risk of offending Deng Lai, with no regard for the safety of the Lu Family?
Lu Chan felt the burning stares upon her, her heart was as clear as a mirror, only she knew why the ancestor had refused. Yet, even knowing, she was still somewhat surprised.
The next moment.
Lu Feng’s cold voice resounded, "So this is how City Lord Deng takes over East Pole Immortal City, I’ve seen it all today." Lu Feng continued coldly, "We support the Domain Lord’s Mansion because it’s always had clear rules, whether it’s the Spirit Suppressing Army, the Spirit Control Department, or the Celestial River Guard, anyone above the Foundation Establishment isn’t allowed to meddle in the affairs of various major forces.
If Fellow Daoist insists on threatening, then forgive Lu Mou for sending you off. Not an inch of Qi Mountain or Cold Pool Mist Valley will be given. If the Brute Puppet Sect dares to come, let that guy from Master of Many Evils come, this old man will never back down."
"You!"
Deng Lai stood up abruptly, unable to maintain his composure. For a moment, he was both angry and annoyed, wasn’t the Lu Family Ancestor Lu Feng supposed to be mild-mannered, tactful and exceedingly smart?
Yet seeing him today, the other party was constantly opposing him, giving absolutely no face.
Even when his words were almost literally written on his face.
"Fine! Fellow Daoist Lu, since you’re determined not to accept Deng Mou’s help, and disregard the lives of the Lu Family, then whether your family lives or dies is no longer my concern. I’m eager to see how a severely wounded Divine Soul can protect your Lu Family." Deng Lai gritted his teeth as he spoke, his voice echoing throughout the Lu Family.
Upon his arrival, his voice was thunderous, and as he left, the words he left behind were equally resonant.
It was clear.
It was intentional.
"We won’t see you out!"
Lu Feng responded coldly and also vanished.
With the two of them gone, the Lu Family Elders were left bewildered and at a loss, the shock and panic they had accumulated bursting forth, their anxious looks no different from commoners facing adversity.
At the same time, the story of Lu Chan’s severe soul injury and her refusal of City Lord Deng’s help spread like wildfire within the Lu Family, and began to flood East Pole Immortal City the same day.
Some were perplexed, but more were struck with a sense of inevitability; that as soon as the Qi Family declined, the Lu Family seemed to follow in their footsteps.
Indeed, the heavens spare no one.
Three days later.
Upon hearing the news, the Master of Many Evils only said one word.
Go!
After these words.
The sword points toward the Celestial Yin Mountain Range.