Downton Manor.
This was one of Prince Emel's mansions, and also the venue for the charity banquet.
The night was ablaze with lights.
Carriages decorated with luxurious patterns and noble family insignia stopped, and VIPs alighted one after another and were led into the main hall by servants.
Chung Shen-soo wore a black suit, a silk bowler hat, and a diamond-studded brooch on his chest, keeping a low profile as he mingled in the periphery of the various circles.
Although he had forged an identity for himself, he would be exposed if he danced too much and attracted attention.
In fact, he had to undergo a 'check' just because he accepted the prince's invitation, but he was fooled.
'Is the prince hosting this banquet to increase his influence and strengthen his friendship with his supporters?
'A rich businessman like me can only applaud and donate money?'
After observing calmly for a while, Chung Shen-soo went to a corner and tasted the fennel lamb chops made by the prince's chef.
It had to be said that the royal chef's cooking was indeed good, far better than that of many noble chefs.
Prince Emel, with his blond hair and blue eyes, stood on the second floor of the hall. He held the marble railing with one hand and raised a glass of champagne with the other. "In these difficult times, I am honored to invite all of you, kind and benevolent gentlemen, to donate generously to the poor of Carlston …"
As the prince was speaking, Chung Shen-soo saw a few servants of high status rushing into the hall and whispering in their masters' ears.
His ears twitched, and words like 'frontline', 'failure', 'Prince Sauron', 'Taiping Sect' automatically entered his mind.
'Hmm, the frontline has experienced another great failure?
'After this time, I'm afraid the Clayston Kingdom will be pushed back into our territory. Our plan to export conflict and war did not succeed, and now we're in trouble … '
For some reason, Chung Shen-soo wanted to laugh, but then he thought of something else. 'The Taiping Sect is behind this? That makes sense … They were one of the three sects of Taoism, and did not participate in the old emperor's sacrificial war. Their strength is still intact, and they are also one of the sects least likely to compromise with this Heavenly Dao … '
Because the Taiping Sect's slogan was' The heavens are dead, the yellow sky shall rise '!
In the end, they had to use the yellow sky that they had transformed into to replace the Heavenly Dao!
Moreover, there were already in-progress results.
According to the secret records of the Supreme Dragon Tiger Sect, once a cultivator of the Taiping Sect cultivated the Yellow Sky Dharma Body, he could transform into the Yellow Sky and influence the Heavenly Dao within a certain range, causing it to favor him.
His every move seemed to be blessed by the Luck of Heaven and Earth. It was extremely terrifying.
"Of course, it's only a small part of the region, and it won't last long either. However, it's already terrifying enough. If it develops to its peak, there's indeed a small possibility that it can replace the will of the heavens and control the Heavenly Dao …"
"This time, they will definitely be the most opposed to the old emperor's worship. It's already giving them face by not rebelling directly …"
Prince Emel was also whispered into his ear by his trusted aide, but he had good self-control. His expression did not change at all, and he continued to give his speech. "To victory, cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Chung Shen-soo took the opportunity to raise his glass, and then he generously donated 3000 gold pounds to the merchants who were about the same as him.
At the end of the banquet, Prince Emel was led by Chris to him. He smiled and said, "Levi Mojito, I heard that you are a traveler and have seen many sights?"
"Compared to the Xiting Empire, the Enric Kingdom, the Bauhinia Kingdom … I still prefer the scenery of my hometown."
Chung Shen-soo replied with a smile.
In order to disguise himself as a traveler, he had also put in a lot of effort. At least, he was familiar with the famous scenic spots of the other countries.
Prince Emel, on the other hand, only came over to say a few polite words. After talking for less than three minutes, he went to another place.
This was just the courtesy of a host. If one really thought that the prince valued him, he would be a fool.
But as Chung Shen-soo stared at Prince Emel's back, a dark glint flashed in his eyes.
He had just used his primordial spirit to plant a wisp of Qi in Prince Emel's body.
It was very faint, and it was still dissipating.
But because of this, he would not be noticed, and he could steal some secrets.
After all, he had spent 3000 gold pounds, he had to buy something.
He noticed that after His Royal Highness completed the host's etiquette and chatted with the guests, he could not wait to enter another room.
Immediately, a spiritual wall appeared, blocking all prying eyes.
But thanks to the previous Qi, there was still a blurry image coming out.
Chung Shen-soo slightly squinted his eyes, and seemed to see a small room.
In front of Prince Emel, there was an old man with white hair, but his eyes seemed to contain infinite spirituality.
This was a [Apostle] of the Fifth Sequence. He had also mastered the skill of long-distance teleportation, and there was a dim dusk-like glow on his body.
"Uncle Tony, what happened to you?"
Prince Emel's surprised voice came out.
"The frontline was defeated, and Prince Sauron died in battle. I only paid the price of some injuries, and I was able to escape the battlefield.
I'm already very lucky … "Tony replied with a bitter smile. The glow on his body obviously came from the Yellow Sky.
"The nature of this injury is very high. After I report to His Royal Highness, I will go to the palace and apply for the cursed item to be healed. There should be no problem …"
As Tony spoke, he reached out his hand to the place on his body that was emitting the dusk light, and pressed down a wriggling mass of flesh.
"What? Prince Sauron died in battle? He was a [Ruler] of the Seventh Sequence! "
Emel looked very shocked.
"The Easterners are very different from the historical records. Among them, there are also Extraordinaires who are comparable to the Seventh or Eighth Sequence, and they call them 'Dharmakaya'!"
Tony replied.
After fighting for so long, some information about both sides was not very secret.
"And this time … Prince Sauron was killed by a Dharmakaya, and the opponent might have the strength of an Eighth Sequence …"
"Even an Eighth Sequence demigod could not completely kill Prince Sauron. He had a cursed item that was extremely good at protecting his life!"
Prince Emel furrowed his brows.
"The level of that cursed item is indeed very high, but it was still stopped … The information we gathered before the war was too simple. This time, the enemy actually sent out … a false god! He finally stopped Prince Sauron from escaping … "
Tony replied bitterly.
"A Near God of the Ninth Sequence?"
Emel took a deep breath. "The kingdom has reached its most difficult and dangerous moment. Now, we only have two choices. The first is to ask for help from the Kingdom of Bauhinia and the Enric Kingdom. This will cause us to lose a lot of benefits … The second is to pray for the blessing of the Gate Master."
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