The Royal Concubine Hu eavesdropped for a while behind the window, and she couldn't help but say, "Why are you still talking about this at this critical moment?"
Gu Qing had known that she was eavesdropping, saying, "Your Highness will govern this country in the future, so you need to know all this."
Knowing that his Master had escaped from the Fiend Prison, Jing Jiu had calmed down a lot, acting more like the Master of a prince.
The Royal Concubine Hu liked what Jing Jiu said. She laughed happily, saying nothing more.
"Among the seven major sects that founded the Plum Meeting were the Guocheng Temple and the Shui Yue Nunnery. These two sects followed the path of the mortal world, but they practiced the otherworldly methods, so they were considered neutral."
Gu Qing turned his head around and continued explaining to Prince Jing Yao, "The Windy-Broadsword Church and the Western Sea Sword School are new forces, but they are quite powerful because of the Broadsword King and the Godly Swordsman of West Ocean. Of course, the latter suffered a great loss during the Battle of the Cloud Platform, and it will take decades for it to recover. The Platanus Sect, Ōzawa Sect and the Mirror Sect all have their own supreme magic methods, but they haven't had any immortal ascendant since they were founded, and the figures in the Heavenly Arrival State are rare. As such, they can only be regarded as second-rate sects. "
Looking at the sky, Prince Jing Yao said seriously, "I'm a disciple of Aoyama, so I'll have a good relationship with Aoyama in the future; but it's still not enough. The teachers said that Yimaozhai can be trusted, but the old maidservant said that those teachers don't like me. Who else should I look for then?"
The morning sunlight shone on his small face, which looked young and innocent.
Gu Qing was taken aback a bit, and said, "The relationship between the royal family and the Guocheng Temple has always been close."
Jing Yao was baffled, asking, "Aren't all the monks in the Guocheng Temple?"
Gu Qing said, "I don't know the reason. You can ask the Emperor when you grow up. In my opinion, it's because the Zhongzhou School has too much influence on the Imperial court."
Jing Yao seemed to have understood something, asking, "Is the Zhongzhou School unhappy that I've become a disciple of Aoyama?"
Gu Qing said, "The Divine Emperor wants to do things that make the sects unhappy."
This statement had a profound meaning, and it could even be said that it explained the intention of the Plum Meeting back then.
The seven great sects and the Jing royal family all agreed on this point.
Jing Yao sighed like an adult and said, "That's right. I want to fight for the throne with my brother. Anyway, Zhongzhou School won't like me."
The conversation could not continue here.
Royal Concubine Hu couldn't bear listening to him any longer. She pulled Gu Qing back from the window and said in a mysterious tone, "Come here. I'll show you something good."
She prepared to show him the Vermillion Bird Jade Egg, but discovered that Gu Qing was looking at her in Silence.
"What are you thinking about?"
Royal Concubine Hu realized what was going on after a moment of bewilderment, and said angrily.
"What is the Empress thinking about? What I want to say is that you shouldn't hit that old maidservant for me to see … "Gu Qing said while staring into her eyes," If the Empress really cares about the old friendship, you should send her back to her hometown, where the local officials will take care of her. It's better than keeping her in the Royal Palace, so that she won't even know how she died in the future. "
Royal Concubine Hu said softly after a moment of silence, "I know."
She was still in the mood to gossip about the Royal Palace at such a critical moment because she had made up her mind, like everybody else.
Dozens of small earthquakes occurred in Zhaoge City again, but the strongest swordsmen of the human race had already arrived, so there was nothing to worry about.
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"Everybody is here."
The old man transformed from the spiritual soul of the Old Dragon said while staring into the eyes of the King Of The Underworld, "The number of people here today is even greater than when you were captured. Even your father at his strongest state would have no choice but to be captured, to say nothing of you now."
Sensing the energy outside the Fiend Prison, the King Of The Underworld remarked sentimentally, "It's merely six hundred years, but the human race has a few more swordsmen in the Heavenly Arrival State. It's really remarkable."
The old man said, "The fact is sad, but you have to accept it. Any attempt you make to escape from the Fiend Prison is merely an excuse for the human race to kill you."
"It's true," the King Of The Underworld said.
No sooner had she said this than the Soul-Fires in all the cracks of the Fiend Prison drifted out, turning into the appearance of the little King Of The Underworld, hovering in the air in Silence.
This was the sincerity, or in other words, the attitude of the King Of The Underworld.
"What do you want?" the old man asked.
"No mosquitoes," replied the King Of The Underworld.
The old man said, "If you are willing to cut off your Soul-Fires and send them to the Underworld, it means that you are still alive. You don't need mosquitoes anyway."
The King Of The Underworld said, "I want a green valley, the real kind. And I want someone who can talk to me, preferably someone from my clan."
This was the content of the negotiation.
If the old man didn't agree to the request of the King Of The Underworld, the Soul-Fires would fly back into the body of the Old Dragon, causing him great pain.
After a long moment of silence, the old man said, "I'm not qualified to agree to these conditions. You have to go outside and talk to those people."
The King Of The Underworld laughed out, saying, "If I go outside, how can I threaten you? Those people will kill me right away, and they won't talk to me at all. "
The old man said, "What else can we do? The Chaotic Wind is too strong here, so the spiritual awareness can't come here. "
The King Of The Underworld said, "You ask those people to choose a representative to come here. Hmm … I don't want the representative from Cloud-Dream Mountain. If someone from Aoyama comes, I want him."
"Do you think it's possible?" the old man asked helplessly.
The passage was filled with the stinky and filthy Chaotic Wind.
It was impossible for the Immortal Sect Master of Aoyama to come here.
The King Of The Underworld thought it was indeed the case, saying, "I won't go outside. You have to think of a way."
The Soul-Fires like those of the little King Of The Underworld were only a few feet away from the wounds on the Old Dragon's body, and they could enter the Old Dragon's body at any moment.
Thinking of the excruciating pain in his body, the old man's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice, "You come with me to the upper level."
The King Of The Underworld could still threaten the Old Dragon there, and the spiritual awareness of those human swordsmen in the sky above Zhaoge City could also reach here. The two parties could negotiate directly.
The King Of The Underworld agreed to the old man's suggestion, drifting to the distance with her hands folded behind her back.
The old man's countenance grew more relaxed, and he followed her.
After a long passage, they arrived at the connecting point between the second level and the lowest level of the Fiend Prison. The top level was filled with the floating rocks, half hidden among them.
The Taichang Prison was located on the left side of the passage. They would arrive at the Green Pond if they went up along the cracks between the rocks.
The King Of The Underworld drifted into the cracks between the rocks like a flowing cloud with his hands folded behind his back. Soon, he arrived at the bottom of the pond. It was a patch of transparent and green invisible barrier.
Pah!!! The King Of The Underworld broke through the barrier and entered the Green Pond.
A band of Soul-Fires came out between his eyes, and the Soul-Fires turned into a thin film covering his entire body, leaving no gap between them, blocking the poisonous water of the pond.
The King Of The Underworld swam toward the surface of the Green Pond. The thin film of Soul-Fires covering his body grew thinner gradually, and his clothes and hair didn't show any sign of being corroded by the water of the pond.
The green water of the pond slid down from his body, and he stood up.
The old man had already appeared by the edge of the pond, looking at him in Silence with an eerie smile on his face.
"Your smile is hideous, making people feel that you have an evil intention, as if you are ready to sneak attack at any moment."
The King Of The Underworld stopped a few feet away from the edge of the pond, and said with a faint smile, "If I weren't certain that you, a spiritual soul, are not my equal, I would have believed it."
Though he said he didn't believe it, he was actually alarmed; otherwise, why would he stop?
The smile on the old man's face grew wider, and his mouth opened wider, looking even more hideous.
Countless rocks suddenly shot out from the precipitous cliff of one thousand feet, and then collapsed loudly!
The dark sky seemed to have suddenly lost its support, falling toward the ground. At the same time, the bottom of the pond and the surrounding land rose up rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, the spacious space of the Fiend Prison became extremely cramped.
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