Immortal God of War-Chapter 962 - 917: Flattering at the Right Moment

The white-clad woman did not get up.

After merging with the fire of life, her originally somewhat aged face emitted a sense of vitality again.

Her skin was crystalline, her black hair like a waterfall.

Yet at this moment, her face was filled with helplessness.

The two Kylin army members beside her, as well as two maidens, were trying to persuade her, but she seemed not to hear them, with a persistent look in her eyes.

Time ticked away slowly.

At this moment.

Whether it was Ren Wushuang and others, or Zhuge Mingyang and the likes, or other unrelated people, they all felt that time was passing very slowly.

It was clearly only a morning’s time, yet it felt as long as decades.

Finally!

Noon was about to arrive!

It was early summer, the weather wasn’t very hot, yet many people were already sweating.

People all looked towards the central square, gradually quieting down, their hands unknowingly clenching together.

The place was filled with a tense atmosphere.

In fact, many people didn’t know why they were nervous.

This was the execution of Qin Feiyang; what did it have to do with them? Why be nervous?

But they just felt like they couldn’t breathe, very oppressive.

Shua!

Suddenly.

An old man with white hair descended onto the square.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man clad in gold armor.

As soon as the State Preceptor appeared, an overwhelming pressure surged towards all directions!

"Greetings, State Preceptor!"

Under the cover of this pressure, everyone gathered around the square and those black iron army members were all struck with fear, kneeling and bowing.

"Mm."

The State Preceptor nodded as he looked towards the man in the gold armor beside him.

The man in gold armor quickly took out a Taishi Chair from the Qiankun Bag and placed it on the ground.

The State Preceptor waved his sleeve, turned around, and sat down on the Taishi Chair.

The man in gold armor then took out a coffee table, a teapot, and teacups; after setting them all out, he began to brew tea for the State Preceptor.

This gold-armored man was none other than the commander of the black iron army!

"This old bastard, he really knows how to enjoy himself."

In a restaurant at the southern position, a dark-skinned young man in burlap stood by the window, looking at the State Preceptor seated on the Taishi Chair, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

It was Luk Zheng.

Shua!!

Suddenly.

Two more people suddenly appeared in the room.

Luk Zheng sensed the presence of the two, turned to look at them, and said displeasedly, "Uncle Black, Second Grandpa, why are you only coming now?"

"Isn’t the execution at noon? What’s the rush?"

The brawny man gave him a side-eye, walked up to the window, and asked, "What’s the situation now?"

"Little cousin hasn’t shown up yet, but..."

As Luk Zheng spoke, he frowned tightly.

"But what?"

The brawny man and the burlap elder both looked at him suspiciously.

"Yesterday out of boredom, I wandered around the nearby restaurants and found many unfathomable presences."

"I’m wondering if these presences have anything to do with little cousin?"

Luk Zheng frowned.

"Unfathomable?"

The brawny man and the burlap elder exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion.

"It’s hard to say, see for yourselves."

Luk Zheng took out a gray stone.

This stone appeared simple and unadorned, looking just like an ordinary pebble at first glance.

But on its surface, there were extremely complex patterns, resembling the meridians of a human body.

Luk Zheng held the gray stone, allowing a stream of battle intent to gently flow into it.

Suddenly.

An invisible wave emanated from the gray stone, spreading out in all directions.

This wave was colorless, odorless, and without the slightest hint of presence, unnoticed by anyone.

Suddenly!

The gray stone gave a slight shudder.

Following this, the patterns on the stone emitted a faint golden glow.

"What?"

"This is the light of the deities..."

The burlap elder and the brawny man looked at the golden glow, their eyes trembling violently.

The brawny man shook his head and said, "No, this should be the light of the State Preceptor’s deity."

But before he could finish speaking.

The gray stone in Luk Zheng’s hand trembled once more.

"There are actually more than one deity!"

The brawny man’s pupils contracted, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Buzz!

Yet it didn’t stop there.

The gray stone continued to tremble twice more in succession.

"Four deities!"

The brawny man’s eyes widened in anger, how could this be possible?

He looked at Luk Zheng and said, "Is there something wrong with this Tianyan Divine Jade?"

Luk Zheng’s mouth twitched fiercely, gave the brawny man a side-eye, and put the gray stone away.

The burlap elder glanced at the crowd outside the window and shook his head, "The Tianyan Divine Jade wouldn’t malfunction."

"Then who are the other three deities besides the State Preceptor?"

"Does our Great Qin Empire have so many deities?"

The brawny man spoke with doubt.

"They aren’t deities either."

"From the analysis of the light emitted by the Tianyan Divine Jade, they should be like the State Preceptor, merely pseudo gods."

"But indeed, the identities of these people are perplexing."

The old man in sackcloth frowned and said.

Luk Zheng said, "Second Grandfather, these are minor issues. The key is why are they here?"

The old man in sackcloth pondered for a moment and said, "I think it should have something to do with Feiyang, otherwise what are they doing here?"

Luk Zheng was taken aback and asked, "So you’re saying we won’t need to take action today?"

"I suppose so!"

The old man in sackcloth nodded but wasn’t certain.

Luk Zheng glanced at the old man in sackcloth and sighed, "If that’s the case, then we won’t have to disturb the great elder."

"Indeed!"

"The elder is no longer able to withstand such turmoil now!"

The burly man also nodded in agreement, with a trace of unresolvable sorrow on his rugged face.

"They’re here!"

At this moment, the old man in sackcloth suddenly looked towards the sky above the square, his old eyes gleaming sharply.

Luk Zheng and the burly man immediately steadied themselves and followed the old man in sackcloth’s gaze.

Meanwhile,

People in various nearby restaurants and those around the square all looked toward the void above the square.

Even the State Preceptor glanced up but immediately withdrew his gaze, picking up the tea brewed by the Commander of the Black Iron Army and sipping on it casually.

Swish!

Under the gaze of all, two figures appeared high up in the square.

One of them was indeed the Commander of the Kylin Army!

The other was naturally Qin Feiyang!

However, at this moment.

Qin Feiyang’s hands and feet were bound by black iron chains.

The chains were as thick as a baby’s arm, gleaming blackly, emitting a subtle aura.

They were chains made of Gravity Divine Iron, capable of confining one’s battle intent and strength.

The Commander of the Kylin Army led Qin Feiyang to the center of the square.

Even though he had been imprisoned in the Divine Prison for several days, he had been resting quietly in the ancient castle, so his mental state was as usual, unchanged.

The only difference was that his gaze was colder than before.

Standing at the center of the square, he looked around at the crowd and shook his head, saying, "So many people come to watch, they really think highly of me, Qin Feiyang."

The State Preceptor laughed softly while drinking tea, "Yes, you are indeed the first to cause such a stir in the entire Imperial Capital during an execution. Does it make you feel important?"

Qin Feiyang turned to look at the State Preceptor, his expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, appearing extremely calm.

"Are you afraid?"

The State Preceptor glanced up at him and asked.

Qin Feiyang laughed gracefully, walking towards the State Preceptor. As he walked, the chains on his feet clanged.

"Facing death so calmly, sheer courage alone is enough to evoke admiration!"

In a private chamber where Zhuge Mingyang was, a young man in white looked at Qin Feiyang with a hint of appreciation.

"Hmph, this isn’t calmness, it’s obstinacy."

Zhuge Mingyang snorted coldly, eyes filled with intense hatred.

"Brother Zhuge, aren’t you usually calm no matter what you face? Why do you seem somewhat anxious now?"

The young man in white was stunned and turned to Zhuge Mingyang with confusion.

The others, upon hearing this, also looked at Zhuge Mingyang with suspicion.

Indeed, as the young man in white said, Zhuge Mingyang’s demeanor changed when facing Qin Feiyang.

To put it nicely, he lost his former grace.

To put it harshly, Zhuge Mingyang’s behavior now had a hint of pettiness.

Is it because of the Eldest Prince?

But that doesn’t make sense!

Previously, Zhuge Mingyang served the Eldest Prince, but it was merely service.

Even if the Eldest Prince was killed by Qin Feiyang, Zhuge Mingyang wouldn’t suffer any loss, is there reason enough for him to hate Qin Feiyang so much?

Or is the relationship between Zhuge Mingyang and the Eldest Prince not as simple as it appears?

But regarding this.

Zhuge Mingyang didn’t offer any explanation.

In the square.

Qin Feiyang also approached the State Preceptor, looking at the indifferent Commander of the Black Iron Army beside him, and said lightly, "You shouldn’t have forgotten the ambush on me in the Forgotten Continent."

The Commander of the Black Iron Army’s gaze slightly trembled.

Despite Qin Feiyang being a prisoner now, despite him being stronger than Qin Feiyang, seeing Qin Feiyang’s gaze made a sense of fear uncontrollably rise within him.

"Seems you haven’t forgotten."

Qin Feiyang chuckled, looked down at the State Preceptor, and said with a smile, "These days without any water, my mouth is a bit dry."

"Insolence!"

"Do you understand your current predicament?"

The Commander of the Black Iron Army shouted.

The State Preceptor raised his head, glanced sideways at the Commander of the Black Iron Army, and said unpleased, "Is it your turn to speak?"

"My apologies."

The Commander of the Black Iron Army quickly bowed his head.

"Flattering someone requires the right moment, it can’t be done at just any time."

Qin Feiyang glanced at him sarcastically.

"That’s true."

The State Preceptor nodded with a smile, giving the Commander of the Black Iron Army no face at all.

Back when the Commander of the Black Iron Army’s ambush on Qin Feiyang failed, it also greatly annoyed him.

He glanced at the sky, noticing there was still a little time left until noon.

Then, he glanced at the Commander of the Black Iron Army and said, "Why don’t you prepare a seat and pour tea for His Highness?"

"Yes."

The Commander of the Black Iron Army immediately pulled out a Taishi chair from the Qiankun Bag and placed it next to Qin Feiyang.

Afterwards.

He swiftly cleaned a teacup, twisted the teapot, and respectfully filled it to the brim.

Qin Feiyang sat down on the Taishi chair, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

The taste of the tea was pleasant, leaving a lingering aroma.

The State Preceptor asked with a smile, "How is it?"

"Not bad."

Qin Feiyang nodded.

"Hehe."

The State Preceptor smiled slightly, saying, "If a person dies, everything is lost, just like this tea; no matter how good it tastes, there’s no chance to savor it again. But if one lives, there’s still a chance for everything."