Chapter 1083: Chapter 1077: Do You Have Money?
"Qi ng, I have always treated you well, why did you betray !!" The young man known as the Seventh Prince looked at the white-robed middle-aged man at the center of the group, who seed to be the leader of this group.
"Seventh Prince, you really can’t bla
entirely; I just want to pursue a future," the white-robed middle-aged man seed indifferent to the word "betrayal." "In the past, you were a cultivation prodigy, and all the princes were beneath you. You were the most promising candidate to beco the heir to the dynasty."
"But now things are different. Your foundational Qi is completely shattered, and you’re just an ordinary person now. Even if you have the ability to govern the entire dynasty, this is ultimately a place where the strong prey on the weak. A dynasty led by an ordinary person is destined never to be powerful."
The young man bit his lip tightly, his body trembling uncontrollably with anger.
This Qi ng had always been his most trusted subordinate; he entrusted all important matters to him and always treated him generously, granting him power and wealth lavishly.
Yet, in the end, he still faced betrayal; Qi ng had mixed a poison into the elixirs he took daily to enhance his cultivation speed. This poison directly destroyed his innate Gift, causing all the Mystic Qi he had cultivated over the years to disappear overnight, and he was no longer able to gather it again.
He searched far and wide for skilled doctors, but found no cure. The only thing that could restore him was sothing that existed only in legends, which undoubtedly signaled the end of his Martial Dao.
But he didn’t give up. If cultivation was impossible, then he would win the people’s hearts through governance!
Under his leadership, the area under his rule beca the most prosperous in the entire dynasty. All the people praised him highly, and even his father, the emperor of the entire dynasty, looked at his governance abilities with renewed respect, even considering making him the heir.
As for personal cultivation, he could always assign several powerful Martial Artists to protect him. Their dynasty was vast and resourceful, so this was not a difficult task.
However, at this ti, all the other princes began to stir. Especially the First Prince, whose Gift and ability to govern could only rank second to the halo of the Seventh Prince. Jealousy compelled him to eliminate this brother, leading to today’s situation.
Several loyal warriors had already sacrificed their lives protecting the Seventh Prince on his way from his fiefdom to the capital, and now there wasn’t much distance to the capital. But at this unavoidable point, they were again ambushed.
Now he had only one True Martial Eighth Grade warrior left by his side.
"Crack! Crack!"
As the Seventh Prince questioned Qi ng, they recalled many past events, but just then, a very discordant sound ca from the side.
A Demon Spawn was actually sitting on a rock, cracking an unknown type of nut in his mouth, listening with great interest to their conversation.
"Why are you looking at ? Keep talking, don’t stop!" Zhang nglong said. "This story is so exciting, if I don’t hear it all, I’ll feel uncomfortable. I think you could turn this story into a novel and it would definitely be a bestseller on Qidian."
"Incomprehensible!" said Qi ng scornfully, glancing at Zhang nglong, his subordinates had inford him that this Demon Spawn was just at True Martial Eighth Grade.
He originally thought that a so-called Demon Spawn capable of overturning the whole dynasty or even the entire Continent must be at least in the Heaven-breaking Realm or even stronger. Demon Spawn, Demon Spawn, truly just an "embryo" without significant threat.
Among those who ca to hunt the Seventh Prince, no less than five were at True Martial Eighth Grade, and there was even one True Martial Ninth Grade. Could they possibly fear an insignificant Demon Spawn yet to mature?
"Seventh Prince, no need to say any more. I rember the kindness you showed
in the past. After you die, I’ll visit your grave each year. Get ready to leave this world!"
"If you want to get to the Seventh Prince, you’ll have to step over my dead body first!" The injured warrior imdiately stood in front of the Seventh Prince, causing so hesitation among the hundreds of armored warriors holding weapons.
"Please, Guest Elders!" Qi ng cupped his hands towards those behind him.
"Hahaha, seems like it’s our turn."
"Qi ng, don’t forget us when it cos ti to inform the First Prince of your accomplishnts!"
Five individuals with sinister looks but emitting a powerful aura stepped forward from the crowd; they were all True Martial Eighth Grade.
The expression of the warrior under the Seventh Prince’s command instantly beca very grim. In a one-on-one situation, even though he was injured, he might not say victory was guaranteed, but escaping with the Seventh Prince was possible.
But now there were five, and there was another Guest Elder under the First Prince’s command, who was a True Martial Ninth Grade Martial Artist. Escape was certainly no longer an option.
"Seventh Prince, take care!"
The warrior raised his sword and charged forward.
The battle of True Martial Eighth Grade Martial Artists was far less grandiose than those of Level Eight Life Forms in Zhang nglong’s world, but Mystic Qi flew in all directions, and various martial arts techniques were unleashed, which was quite an eye-opener for him.
Human potential often bursts forth in desperate situations. The warrior fought one against five, and even under heavy injury, he managed to wound two opponents. However, he was ultimately overpowered by sheer numbers, and one of the five pierced his chest with a longsword.
"Crunch, crunch."
The Seventh Prince watched as his last loyal subordinate perished before his eyes, feeling nothing but deep helplessness and despair.
It seed that today truly was the end of his life path.
"Seventh Prince, it will be over quickly, just a mont, it won’t hurt much." Qi ng showed a hideous smile.
"Hey, do you guys think I’m invisible?" Zhang nglong casually finished a bag of sunflower seeds, the story almost complete. Given that he happened to et this Seventh Prince here, he felt a bit of fate tied them and decided to help this unfortunate and fallen prince.
"Hey, what’s your na?" Zhang nglong asked.
"I am Qi Xiu, the Seventh Prince of the Qingpan Dynasty," the young man looked at Zhang nglong, "Are you the Demon Spawn they ntioned?"
"What Demon Spawn, I am the Demon Lord!" Zhang nglong said casually. "Do you have any money?"
"Money?" Qi Xiu was taken aback for a mont. "Our dynasty has a total of 184 cities, of which the wealthiest 28 are under my na. I dare say there are definitely fewer than ten people wealthier than
in the entire dynasty!"
"To be honest, this is my first ti here, and I don’t have much money on . I also don’t want to do anything for free, as that would ruin my reputation," Zhang nglong, knowing he needed money to make it on this Continent, pointed out.
"You an to say..."
"I’ll save your life; you decide what your life is worth."
"If you can save , I am willing to give you half of my wealth!" Although Qi Xiu knew the chance of him being saved was slim, being called a Demon Spawn and with such prophecies, he couldn’t underestimate this person.
"If, in the future, I succeed in obtaining the dynastic inheritance, I’ll split the entire dynasty with you in half!"
"Deal!" Zhang nglong nodded with satisfaction. "Your life is under my protection."
Zhang nglong picked his nose and flicked the debris to the side. "This man’s life is under my protection, so there’s nothing for you to do here. You can carry on with your business elsewhere!"
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