Chapter 127: The Primordial Immortal Court Master | Let alone a mere King Wu's Manor; even if an Immortal King comes, I will back you up!
"Mm, since that's the case, then let the Kunpeng Technique be given to my inheritor."
The gods grew more and more excited as they spoke, as if they had already seen the glorious future where the Asura God King would lead them to conquer another world and plunder its resources.
They even began dividing up the supreme treasures of that world among themselves.
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Extreme North, core region.
This was the coldest place on the Douluo Continent, and also the purest.
Amid the endless snowstorm, two peerlessly beautiful figures were staring blankly at the light screen in the sky.
"Sister, did you see it?"
The Ice Empress wore a jade-green dress, her delicate face now flushed red.
Those originally proud eyes were now fixed tightly on the man in white on the screen, like a maiden in love.
"That man named Jiang Chen, he's so strong!"
"And so handsome…"
Her voice was so soft and sweet, it seemed to drip with tenderness. Where was the dignity of one of the Three Great Heavenly Kings of the Extreme North?
"The white robe he's wearing looks more crystalline than Manifold Mysterious Ice Essence, purer than the snowflakes of this Extreme North."
"And look at the way he looks at that Little One; oh my god, it's so gentle!"
"If he could pat my head like that, I would be willing to give him the entire Extreme North as my dowry!"
Beside her, although the Snow Empress wasn't as exaggerated, her ice-cold eyes had already fallen just the same.
She stood quietly in the snowstorm, her white clothes fluttering like a spirit of the snow.
Yet her gaze never left Jiang Chen for even a moment.
"Primordial Immortal Court Master…"
The Snow Emperor softly murmured, her voice ethereal and pleasant, carrying deep longing.
"This is what a true, strong figure should be like."
"No need for any action. Just standing there is enough to show everything. That is what a man is!"
After speaking, she extended her jade-like hand to catch a falling snowflake.
In the past, she had thought ice and snow were the most beautiful things in the world.
But the moment she saw Jiang Chen, she suddenly felt that the endless snowstorm had become nothing more than a backdrop for that man.
"Bing'er." The Snow Empress suddenly spoke, her tone becoming firmer than ever.
"What is it, Sister?" The Ice Empress turned her head, asking in a slightly dazed voice.
"I want to cultivate."
The Snow Empress gazed at the distant light screen and murmured:
"In the past, we cultivated to survive the heavenly tribulation to keep living."
"But now…"
"I want to become stronger, strong enough that one day I can break the shackles of this world."
"I want to go to that world."
"I want… to be closer to him."
"Even if it's just to look at him from afar, even if it's just to become a snow lotus in his immortal court, I would be willing."
Hearing this, the Ice Empress was surprised, but she also nodded heavily and clenched her fists:
"Sister is right! We can't just grow old and die in this Extreme North!"
"If that world has a plant-type powerhouse like Liu Shen, then maybe there are opportunities suitable for us too!"
"We're going as well!"
"For Lord Jiang Chen! Charge!!"
And just like that, within the boundless snowstorm,
The two rulers of the Extreme North, because of Jiang Chen's figure, for the first time developed the mad desire to shatter the void and follow him.
And all of this was only because that man, at the entrance of Stone Village amidst swirling sand, softly said one sentence:
"Be good, don't cry."
The glow of the setting sun spread across Stone Village, casting a golden-red hue over the great wilderness.
Jiang Chen's palm was warm and jade-like. It wasn't the cold aloofness one would expect from an immortal but instead carried a comforting warmth.
Little One blankly raised his head, looking through tear-blurred eyes at the big brother in white.
That face was shrouded in faint immortal radiance, but her eyes felt incomparably familiar to him.
"It's you."
After recognizing him, Little One sniffed, his voice still hoarse from crying. "Big brother? Didn't you leave? Why did you come back?"
He remembered this person.
Not long ago, it was this big brother who descended with that Daoist boy, gave him delicious beast milk, and even patted his head.
That was the first time he felt kindness from a powerful outsider, aside from Grandpa Clan Chief and Liu Shen.
Jiang Chen smiled slightly, a smile like spring rain, nourishing everything and instantly dispelling the lingering sadness in the surroundings.
"I heard someone was crying, saying they were wronged, so I came back."
He gently wiped away a tear from the corner of Little One's eye. His voice was soft, yet it seemed capable of stabilizing heaven and earth.
"If you've been wronged, then we'll go get it back."
"But…" Little One turned his head, glancing worriedly at the villagers behind him, who held bone clubs and were ready to face death. His small hand unconsciously tightened its grip on Jiang Chen's sleeve.
"Grandpa and the others don't have treasure artifacts. The people of the Stone Kingdom are fierce. I'm afraid."
"Afraid?"
Jiang Chen followed his gaze over the villagers.
Under that gaze, Shi Yunfeng and the others only felt warmth spreading through their bodies, as if their hidden ailments were being healed at that very moment.
"With me here."
Jiang Chen withdrew his gaze and looked back at Little One. His tone was calm, yet tyrannically unquestionable:
"Let alone this mere Stone Kingdom of the lower eight regions."
"Even if an Immortal King from the Nine Heavens descends, as long as I stand here, no one can touch even a blade of grass in Stone Village."
After speaking, Jiang Chen did not release Little One's hand. Instead, he slightly turned his head and instructed the Daoist boy still kneeling behind him:
"Dao Yi."
"Since we are traveling far, how can we be without a vessel?"
"Take out the warship you brought down."
Hearing this, the Daoist boy immediately understood. He sprang up from the ground, dusted off his knees, and grinned.
"Got it! Master, your disciple was already prepared!"
"These bumpkins of the lower realm who've never seen the world."
"That so-called warship from the Rain Clan earlier? Calling that thing a warship is a joke!"
As he spoke, the Daoist boy slapped the spatial pouch at his waist.
"Though it's just a cargo ship discarded by our Immortal Court's Servant Hall, it's enough to scare them to death in this lower realm!"
"Boom!"
As his words fell, the space ahead suddenly collapsed.
Immediately after, a colossal ancient warship, too massive to describe, slowly squeezed out from the void.
The entire ship was forged from an unknown black-gold material, its surface covered in mottled blade and sword marks left behind by some terrifying existence.
At the bow stood a massive dragon head, ferocious and roaring, as if ready to devour people.
The hull was engraved with diagrams of the heavens and stars. As the warship appeared, the surrounding light seemed to be swallowed, turning everything dark and oppressive—terrifying beyond measure.
Most shocking of all, faint strands of immortal aura lingered around the warship, pressing down so heavily that even the laws of this world seemed to wail, as if unable to bear its weight.
In comparison, the so-called Rain Clan warship from earlier looked as crude as a child's paper boat.
"My heavens…"
Seeing the warship appear out of thin air, Er Meng dropped the bone club in his hand with a clang, his mouth wide enough to fit an egg.
Behind him, Shi Linhu swallowed hard, his eyes wide like copper bells.
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