Chapter 383: Chapter 208: New and Old Grudges, Beating the Second Prince to Death

A flick of the finger, and everything changed.

Lin Cai vanished into thin air.

The loft was concealed, Jiang Feng’s control was just right; the tongues of flame didn’t even get a chance to reach the doors or windows, and the whole building sank into darkness.

Jiang Feng’s gaze shifted toward Zhenbei Prison.

He just happened to see Qingzhu Hermit, Fellow Daoist Zhang, Fellow Daoist Li, and a group of cultivators from Purple Bamboo Forest, following Royal Family experts as they entered the prison and ventured into the underground palace.

"Grandmaster, don’t forget, everyone at the Martial Arts Hall is still waiting for you to come back."

Jiang Feng saw Wu Weiwei.

The two elderly cultivators from Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall also showed up at the prison entrance, clearly wishing to enter the underground palace for a look.

The two old cultivators weren’t too noticeable in the crowd; both were cunning old foxes, and after the Purple Bamboo Forest cultivators and Royal Family experts went in, they lingered at the perimeter, quietly making their way toward the underground palace.

"Big brother, there’s no unusual activity nearby. That Fellow Daoist Wang might have already left Dragon Capital."

The two Imperial City experts who had gone to gather intel returned to the loft.

"Where’s my big brother?"

"Where is he?"

Only then did the two realize that Jiang Feng was the only one left inside.

"Gone."

Jiang Feng answered indifferently.

"Big brother wouldn’t just leave for no reason."

"What’s that smell?"

The two knew Lin Cai’s habits, and at the same time, smelled a scorched odor. There was also a layer of black grease on the loft floor.

"Where is my big brother?"

"Speak up, where did he go?"

Barely able to contain their suspicion, their aura pressed down on Jiang Feng from both sides, threatening to end his life at any moment.

Jiang Feng’s expression was cold and indifferent.

His figure flickered.

"Bang! Bang!"

He struck both men on the forehead, shattering their skulls, letting blood pour from their seven orifices as their souls fled into oblivion.

By now Jiang Feng was already openly at odds with the Royal Family.

These two weren’t just Royal Family members—they dared to act against him. How could Jiang Feng possibly let them live? To avoid drawing attention, he acted swiftly and ruthlessly.

He immediately changed location, moving from the northern part to the eastern district, his figure appearing behind Zhenbei Prison.

From here, there was only a single tunnel leading underground, with Imperial City experts and Yun Gui Sect powerhouses entering the underground palace one after another.

"Red Dust Sword?"

Suddenly, Jiang Feng sensed the aura of the Red Dust Sword, coming out from the Imperial City and heading in his direction—right behind him.

He hurriedly dodged aside.

Bearing east from Zhenbei Prison to the western part, he kept a certain distance from the prison.

That distinct aura made it clear: this was an attempt to lure him in. Otherwise, even if he had refined the magical artifact himself, the opponent could use magic to conceal its aura, letting him sense only general direction, or even erase it entirely with sealing techniques.

Just as Jiang Feng had said.

Young Master Liu was indeed trying to draw him in. In order to lure Jiang Feng over, he even had the Second Prince hold the Red Dust Sword, lest his own strength drive Jiang Feng away.

"Stay alert! If there’s any fluctuation of spiritual power nearby, inform me immediately."

The Second Prince’s expression was grim.

He’d learned from Young Master Liu that Fellow Daoist Wang possessed Second-Layer Qi Condensation strength, which made him uneasy, afraid of being ambushed at any moment.

"Howl!"

At that moment, a wolf’s roar came from within the underground palace.

"Three-tailed Wolf King!"

"Why is there a Wolf King in there?"

"Move! I’m going in!"

Noises erupted from inside the underground palace; the Purple Bamboo Forest cultivators led the charge while the Yun Gui Sect Immortal Masters focused on breaking the restriction talismans.

The crowd moved from the first layer to the second.

They arrived at a silent, vast, and pitch-black square.

Many people were drawn to the surrounding palaces, hoping to enter in search of fortune and treasures, but as soon as they spread out, they ran into the Three-tailed Wolf King, its blood-red flames illuminating the entire square, and screams echoed from the palace depths.

Yet these sounds were quickly sealed by Yun Gui Sect’s restriction technique.

Imperial City experts kept pouring in, group after group.

They would not stop until they’d seized the underground palace.

"Whoever obtains good fortune, it belongs to you alone."

"Now is the time to fight for yourself."

"Treasure!"

Moments later, cries echoed once more inside the palace.

An excited, feverish shout—it was clearly the Royal Family enticing loose cultivators into the palace, urging them to rush in as cannon fodder for their conquest.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Figures raced toward Zhenbei Prison from all directions.

Some were driven mad by dreams of fortune, some had almost exhausted their lifespan and had nowhere else to turn, willing to gamble as cannon fodder for a shot at cultivation.

The majority knew entering the underground palace was a near-certain death.

They even realized it was all a Royal Family scheme.

But they also knew clearly that if they didn’t go in now, when the Royal Family took control—reforming the restriction arrays—there would be no chance left.

Cultivation is like battling against the current.

Every checkpoint eliminates countless people, every shred of hope drives countless people mad, willing to risk their lives for it.

It’s a brutal reality.

Whichever path you choose, it’s your own fate.

Jiang Feng lay low in the western area, watching those loose cultivator powerhouses rush in one after another, even some hundred-year-old Innate Elemental Realm experts charging into the palace for a chance at fortune. His expression remained calm, long accustomed to such scenes.

The Royal Family understood these people’s nature, able to entice them to serve as cannon fodder. Of course, maybe some really were blessed with fortune and would obtain an opportunity.

"Bang! Bang!"

The earth trembled.

Jiang Feng sensed the vibrations—they were coming from the south.

Instinctively, he thought of the Six-armed Divine Emperor.

He looked to the south.

Just in time to see a figure leaping over from outside the South City Gate, six arms dancing in the air, stomping down hard, each time leaving behind a deep pit in the ground.