Chapter 1123: Chapter 717: Cloud Dragon Spirit Pearl (2)

The East Sea Dragon King loves the Purple Cloud Palace the most and almost stays there all year round.

Among the many sons of the East Sea Dragon King, Ao Jiuni is considered favored and is qualified to pay a private visit to his father.

Ao Dongcheng has lived for nearly a hundred thousand years, and his favorite thing is to propagate the bloodline with beauties of various clans in the Purple Cloud Palace.

Without a major issue, Ao Jiuni dares not disturb his father in the act of propagation.

At the main entrance of the Purple Cloud Palace, there are two teams of tall guards keeping watch at the door.

These guards have the upper body of a man and the lower body of a crab. Each one is clad in heavy armor, wielding a long spear, appearing exceptionally fierce.

These guards are forged with special magic, half-living beings and half-magical artifacts, known for their bravery and combat skills, with extremely high vigilance.

Ao Jiuni felt a chill down his spine when swept by the icy gaze of this group of guards. If a fight were to break out, he might not be able to handle them.

In front and behind the Purple Cloud Palace, there are also two Profound Turtles, several tens of thousands of years old, guarding. Even someone as skilled in battle as Ao Shibidi would not be able to break through the layers of guards.

Ao Jiuni was anxious, but he had to follow protocol and humbly convey his intentions.

The East Sea Dragon Court has been passed down for an unknown number of millennia, with the current Dragon King, Ao Dongcheng, reigning for tens of thousands of years.

Such a long-standing tradition has made the rules and etiquette of the Dragon Palace particularly intricate.

No matter how major the matter, Ao Jiuni had to patiently wait for the Dragon King to summon him.

Fortunately, the Dragon King was reliable; Ao Jiuni had to wait only two hours before receiving the summons.

Under the maid’s guidance, Ao Jiuni arrived at the Dragon King’s sleeping chamber.

The Dragon King Ao Dongcheng was half-reclined on a long couch; through the pearl curtain, Ao Jiuni could faintly see several snow-white, graceful figures lying beside the Dragon King.

Ao Jiuni sighed inwardly, admiring how his father, at a hundred thousand years of age, could still be inclined to entertain women daily.

"Your son pays respects to Father King."

Ao Jiuni kneeled and kowtowed according to etiquette, waiting to hear the low, magnetic voice of Dragon King Ao Dongcheng, "Jiuni, rise."

"Father King, I have an important matter to report."

Standing up, Ao Jiuni bowed deeply, saying, "At tonight’s banquet, the Third Prince and Shibidi were slain by Gao Xuan."

"Hmm?"

The Dragon King behind the pearl curtain seemed surprised by this news; he pondered for a moment before sitting up, "Tell me the details."

In front of Ao Dongcheng, Ao Jiuni dared not embellish, recounting the events in detail.

Finally, Ao Jiuni displayed the bodies of Ao Shibidi and Ao Ming on the carpet.

Ao Dongcheng watched the bodies for a while before sighing, "Truly useless."

From behind the pearl curtain, Ao Jiuni couldn’t see his father’s expression. However, he could sense Ao Dongcheng’s tone, filled with a hint of undisguisable sorrow.

Ao Jiuni seldom met Ao Dongcheng, and had never seen his father show such obvious emotion, making him hesitant to speak.

The East Sea Dragon King remained silent for a long time; the graceful figures on the long couch hurriedly departed, leaving the atmosphere in the chamber oppressive.

"What do you think?" Ao Dongcheng broke the silence with a question.

Before coming, Ao Jiuni had already devised a plan; he calmly stated, "Gao Xuan indeed possesses formidable divine techniques, and I see in him an extreme pride, regarding us with contempt. He is not recklessly arrogant, which suggests he has some backing..."

Upon witnessing Gao Xuan’s sword slay the two dragons, Ao Jiuni’s first thought was that this person was unfathomable.

To kill Gao Xuan, the East Sea Dragon Race must go all out, leaving no room for chance.

"According to my plan, Father King, Uncle Qi, and a few others should immediately gather experts to jointly surround and kill Gao Xuan. Only by doing so can we be assured of eliminating him!"

Ao Dongcheng paused for a moment before asking, "Anything else?"

Ao Jiuni hesitated before suggesting, "We could also avoid taking action. At the Celestial Dragon Dharma Assembly, we can incite the major sects to challenge him. Human Race Cultivators love internal strife, always vying for first place. If we present generous rewards, we won’t worry about them not taking the bait."

He hesitated, "But this requires time and is somewhat complex. In the end, it may not succeed. The key is if we allow Gao Xuan to live, the major sects may look down on our Dragon Court..."

For an organization, reputation is extremely important.

With reputation, others trust and fear you.

The East Sea Dragon Court has the title of overlord, enabling it to enforce its will across the Eastern Province. No major sect, demon king, or powerful entity dares disobey.

This is the benefit of having a reputation.

If everyone thinks the East Sea Dragon Court is ineffective, that’s a major problem. Who knows how long it will take and how many must be killed to restore lost reputation?

Ao Dongcheng’s continued silence made Ao Jiuni uneasy.

After a long while, Ao Dongcheng emerged from behind the pearl curtain.

The Dragon King wore a thin, soft, lake-blue silk robe, his green hair messily hanging down. His features were very handsome, his vertical golden pupils gentle and calm. He bore a striking resemblance to Ao Ming but lacked Ao Ming’s frivolous arrogance.

Seeing the Dragon King step forward, Ao Jiuni quickly bowed deeply, not daring to look directly.

The Dragon King crouched down to examine Ao Ming’s head on the red carpet, even reaching out to gently stroke Ao Ming’s face, finally closing Ao Ming’s open eyes.

"They were too spoiled, leading to their own deaths. Their deaths are not to be regretted."

Though these were his words, Ao Dongcheng’s handsome face still showed a trace of sorrow.

He had lived for a hundred thousand years with countless descendants, even having over ten of direct lineage.