Sharp as she was, Yuchi Hanxing had noticed the layers of traps as soon as the Black Tortoise and the Dusk Phalanx were sealed into the Sword Lake. Therefore, she didnât immediately emerge after the seal was lifted, nor did she make a move when the Black Tortoise was restrained again. Instead, she waited until Feng Wuhui had climbed atop the manifested Tempest Bird to show herself.
Occupied with overseeing the formation, the man couldnât activate the traps heâd set up against the Dusk Phalanx.
âStop her!â growled Feng Wuhui when he saw the Black Tortoise; he had his hands full with Lu Yunâs fortress ship.
Without pause, Zhu Yu and Yue Cheng ordered their heavenly soldiers to fall into battle formations to intercept the Dusk Phalanx. It wasnât the Feng Clan that wanted Lu Yun dead, but the celestial emperor himself! No matter how reluctant they were, they couldnât defy the celestial emperor.
Croak!
Suddenly, a loud frog call reverberated in the surroundings. A mountainous black frog leapt out of the Sword Lake and flicked its tongue, catching Yue Cheng in the middle of guiding his army into a formation.
The man screamed pitifully as he became the frogâs lunch. With his cultivation suppressed, the talented peerless immortal was devoured in an instant.
âRun!â Reason and rationale fled Zhu Yuâs mind when the two large, amphibian eyes locked on her. Without even attempting to create a formation, she soared to the sky and fled as a crimson streak. Her soldiers scattered as well after their commander ran.
The frog ignored Zhu Yu and shifted its attention to Feng Wuhui, dousing him in an ice-cold bucket of fear. He hadnât fathomed that the frog would come out of the lake to intervene!
Croak!
The frogâs tongue shot out again, smacking ferociously onto the two mountains keeping the Black Tortoise down.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Like a most tenacious hammer, the frogâs tongue smashed the mountains into bits after several whomps!
âGrawwwwl!!â The Black Tortoise howled as it broke free. Its giant body soared into the air and rammed into the Tempest Bird, joined by simultaneous attacks from the demon frog and Yuchi Hanxing.
The Tempest Bird quickly disintegrated under the triple-pronged attack from the frog, image of the Black Tortoise, and the divine beast itself. Yuchi Hanxing captured Feng Wuhui alive in the confusion, while the remaining Nephrite officials stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed by the fear of being devoured by the terrifying Spiriteater Demon Frog.
Yue Chengâs grisly end was still imprinted on their minds.
Thus marked the end of the ambush against Lu Yun, cut short by the demon frogâs sudden interruption. It was a completely unexpected ending. Feng Wuhui had taken everything into consideration, except for the frogs in the swamp.
Not even Lu Yun had anticipated the turn of events. Heâd thought there would be a difficult fight, ending in his pyrrhic victory. He mightâve even lost the fortress ship.
As for the last use of the corpse puppet, he hadnât even considered using it. These lowlifes didnât warrant him tapping into the power of a celestial emperor. Meanwhile, the Spiriteater Demon Frog had come to repay Lu Yun for rescuing it, the tadpoles, and the eggs from the underground volcano after the Sword Barrow had exploded.
Once Feng Wuhui and the hundreds of officials were safely under arrest, Lu Yun settled down in Sword Pavilion. The transportation formation was deactivated and sealed away; no one was to teleport into or out of Dusk Province!
The Dusk Lord residing in Dusk City remained a significant threat. Lu Yun had only survived this encounter with the demon frogâs intervention, the Dragon and Tiger Princes exhausting their power, and Feinieâs sacrifice. If there was another such an ambush in the city as well, heâd have no choice but to flee.
âWhat are you going to do with those people?â It was late at night. Qing Han sat face-to-face with his friend, considering the latterâs troubled expression.
âLet the heavenly court ransom their freedom,â Lu Yun sighed. âToday, I committed treason even if I didnât want to.â
Qing Han nodded quietly. âSo be it. Weâll see whatâs going on with Zhao Shenguang once my brother and cousin return. Maybe thereâs hope yet.â
âItâs not that simple. Zhao Shenguang hasnât yet ascended to dao immortal realm, so he doesnât represent the heavenly court.â Lu Yun shook his head. âThis is bigger than what a couple people can turn around. Even if we kill Zhao Shenguang, the same thing will happen again when someone else takes the throne.â
Qing Han frowned and didnât respond.
âHow long until the Dao Flower fully blooms?â Lu Yun asked.
âSeven days.â Qing Han closed his eyes to check. âIn seven days, the flower will be in full bloom. However, it seems to have merged with my nascent spirit. I think...â he opened his eyes with surprise, âI think I can delay its blooming.â
Lu Yun started. âThe will of the Dao Flower has been incorporated into your spirits?â
âNot us, me,â Qing Han corrected. âItâs merged with my nascent spirit.â
Lu Yunâs eyes shot wide with shock. After the flowerâs resurrection, Qing Han had been the one to repair the overall structure of the void realm, while Wu Tulong, Zi Chen, and Mo Qitian repaired its minor realms.
âHas the flower cleansed the poison in your system?â he asked hurriedly.
Qing Han was caught off guard by the governorâs unexpected gut reaction and an involuntary warmth blossomed in his chest.
âNo.â Qing Han shook his head. âI can sense its power, but I canât control it. It seems that I have to reach a certain height with my cultivation before I can do that.â
The two suddenly fell silent. After a little more than three dozen breaths, Yuchi Hanxing preceded her entrance into the room with an announcement that the Dusk Lord had arrived.
âWhat? The Dusk Lord?!â Lu Yun gaped at Yuchi Hanxing and the helpless man in her grip. It was Feng Li.
âWhereâs the Dusk Lord?â Qing Han looked around, eyes wide.
âWell⊠that would be me.â Feng Li struggled to his feet after being thrown down by the dashing Yuchi Hanxing. He brushed off nonexistent dust with an embarrassed smile.
âYouâre the Dusk Lord?â Lu Yunâs expression darkened. âYouâre the one who turned Mo Yi into a fugitive and sent the Dusk cultivators to their death?!â
âThat wasnât me!â Feng Li hurried out. âI may be appointed the Dusk Lord, but I didnât give the orders. Iâm nothing but a puppet!â
âState your business,â Qing Han said slowly. âArenât you one of Zhao Changkongâs? Why hasnât he taken you with him to River Province?â
Feng Liâs status in the Feng Clan was similar to Qing Hanâs in the Qing Clan. Qing Han suffered because of his accursed spirit root, and Feng Li simply because of his uselessness. He belonged to the main bloodline of his clan, but his mother was a maid, which was enough to make him a pariah in the clan. Heâd only survived to this point due to his limited talent and minor intelligence.
Thus, it greatly surprised Qing Han that heâd become the Dusk Lord.
âZhao Changkong can barely keep himself alive. He has no time for me.â Feng Li smiled ruefully. âIâm here to propose an alliance.â
Lu Yun paused. âAn alliance?â
âThe Zhao Shenguang ruling over the Nephrite court isnât the real Zhao Shenguang,â Feng Li announced dramatically. âHeâs a completely different person!â
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