txolops Chapter 586 Song Tianren! You're that eunuch?
Chapter 586 Song Tianren! You're that eunuch?
The cultivators from the four kingdoms almost instinctively put aside their previous open and covert struggles and unanimously gathered in the direction of Qin Zhan.
No matter how much intrigue and scheming there is among the four great nations, they are all ultimately righteous cultivators of the same lineage. However, in the face of demonic cultivators and Gu cultivators, these internal conflicts seem insignificant.
A group of black-robed cultivators stepped off a spirit boat on the boundless sea.
Leading the group was a gaunt-faced, white-haired old man with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation level. His body was filled with surging demonic energy, and ghostly green flames burned in his deep-set eyes.
Behind him followed seven or eight Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators, each with a deathly pale face and their bodies shrouded in faint black demonic energy.
But Chen Fan's gaze was not on the white-haired old man.
He was looking at the person at the very end of the demonic cultivator's group.
He was a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old. He was tall and slender, with a face so pale it was almost transparent, but his features were extremely handsome. He looked less like a living person and more like a statue carved from white jade.
He wore a long, jet-black robe, devoid of any patterns or decorations, except for a blood-red skull embroidered on the collar.
He walked at the back of the group with his hands behind his back, his pace unhurried, as if nothing around him was worth a second glance.
The Great Perfection of the Late Nascent Soul Stage.
This person's cultivation level wasn't the highest among the demonic cultivators, but the faint demonic aura emanating from him caused Chen Fan's pupils to shrink almost imperceptibly.
That demonic aura wasn't deliberately released, but rather emanated naturally from him, like the innate stench of a tiger, causing all cultivators below him to tremble involuntarily.
Song Tianren.
Chen Fan confirmed his identity almost immediately.
No introduction or marker was needed; this person's demeanor was exactly as Qin Zhan had described!
Song Tianren seemed to sense Chen Fan's gaze and slowly turned his head. His dark pupils held no emotion, only an unfathomable indifference.
His gaze slowly swept over the cultivators of the four great kingdoms, lingering for a moment on the faces of the Nascent Soul cultivators of the Great Yan and Chu kingdoms, a barely perceptible hint of disdain flashing in his eyes, before finally landing on Chen Fan.
Their eyes met across the distance.
Song Tianren's lips curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile.
He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present, his tone languid as if he were talking about something trivial.
"I heard that a rather interesting person appeared in the Great Yu this year. He single-handedly killed more than a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons. I thought he was some kind of extraordinary figure, but it turns out he was just a lowly Core Formation ant."
The demonic cultivators behind him let out a low chuckle.
On the side of the four great powers, Qin Zhan frowned slightly and was about to speak when Chen Fan stopped him with a look.
Chen Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression remaining calm and indifferent, without even lifting his eyelids.
He had been a eunuch in the palace for over sixty years and had heard things ten times worse. In his eyes, Song Tianren's provocation was no different from a child cursing in the street.
Seeing that Chen Fan had no reaction, Song Tianren's eyes flashed with surprise, but that surprise was quickly replaced by a stronger sense of amusement.
He didn't say anything more, but just gave Chen Fan a deep look before looking away and following the Boundless Sea's group towards the post station.
The Gu cultivators from the desert grasslands also disembarked from the spirit boat.
Leading the group was an old woman dressed in a colorful robe with insect patterns. Her face was as withered as tree bark. She held a cane woven from countless insect shells, with a fist-sized dark green insect egg embedded at the top. Something was wriggling inside the egg.
Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation.
The Gu cultivators following behind her all had sallow complexions and were covered with all sorts of strange Gu worms. Some crawled on her shoulders, some coiled around her waist, and some even crawled in and out of her nostrils, making the cultivators from the four great kingdoms feel nauseous.
The Gu cultivators remained silent and did not greet anyone before heading straight for the post station.
As the old woman passed by the groups of the four great nations, her cloudy old eyes swept over everyone, lingering for a moment on Chen Fan's face before looking away without any expression.
After the people from the boundless sea and the vast desert grasslands had gone far away, the atmosphere between the four great nations finally relaxed again.
Yan Yunfei snorted coldly and said to Qin Zhan, "That Song Tianren is still as arrogant as he was back then. The number one person below the Nascent Soul stage? Hmph, he just hasn't met a real opponent yet. In this selection, the Nascent Soul cultivators of our Great Yan will definitely show him what it means to be outmatched."
Qin Zhan didn't reply, but patted Chen Fan on the shoulder and whispered, "You saw him? That's Song Tianren. What do you think?"
Chen Fan withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "He is indeed a remarkable person. But Your Highness, rest assured, I know what I'm doing."
Qin Zhan nodded slightly, and then said nothing more.
Subsequently, the six major forces gathered at the post station, creating a rather delicate situation.
Although the cultivators from the four countries had their own grudges, they all restrained their sharpness in the face of the demonic cultivators and the Gu cultivators, and each settled down in a corner of the post station.
Chen Fan followed Qin Zhan back to the Yu King's boat. Just as they were about to board the boat to rest, a long horn sounded outside the post station.
The bugle call was clear and resonant, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
All the noise in the post station stopped abruptly the moment the horn sounded. Even the arrogant demonic cultivators and the taciturn Gu cultivators stopped what they were doing and looked in the direction from which the horn sounded.
A large troop of people came from the direction of the Zhao capital.
Leading the procession was a golden chariot pulled by sixteen dragon-scaled horses. The chariot body was carved from a single piece of spirit jade, and a purple-gold banner embroidered with the character "Zhao" hung on the roof.
Two teams of guards in silver armor led the way on each side of the carriage. They were all at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and their steps were uniform and their aura was imposing.
Behind the carriage followed dozens of civil officials in official robes and several elderly men with profound presence, all of whom were clearly from the Zhao State's Imperial Household Department.
The golden carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the main gate of the post station.
The carriage curtain was lifted, and a young man dressed in a bright yellow python robe stepped out. He looked to be no more than twenty years old, with a fairly decent face, but his eyes and brows carried an undisguised arrogance and frivolity.
His cultivation at the early stage of Core Formation was insignificant compared to the group of Nascent Soul and Deity Transformation cultivators, but the "Zhao" banner behind him and the two teams of silver-armored guards made no one dare to underestimate him.
Zhao Yu, the fourth prince of the Zhao Kingdom.
"You have come from afar, and I, on behalf of my father and the Imperial Household Department, am here to welcome you."
Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back in front of the carriage. Although his tone was polite, his gaze swept over everyone as if he were inspecting some kind of cargo.
His gaze lingered briefly on the Nascent Soul cultivators of Great Yan and Great Chu, and he nodded slightly as a greeting. When his gaze fell on the demonic cultivators of the Boundless Sea, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and when it fell on the Gu cultivators of the Great Desert Grassland, he frowned without any attempt to hide it.
Finally, his gaze fell upon Yu the Great's army.
To be precise, it landed on Chen Fan, who was behind Qin Zhan.