The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard

Chapter 2380 - 2379: The Saint Heir Causes Trouble

Everyone present was stunned; they hadn’t expected Lei Zongcheng, with his late Mahayana Realm cultivation, to be so easily knocked away by Long Fei.

Long Fei hadn’t even exerted himself; he had just casually tossed a wine cup out.

Feng Qinghong looked indifferent, as if he had anticipated this outcome.

He retreated, immediately gave Lei Zongcheng a pill, and used True Qi to stabilize his blood flow.

Lei Zongcheng, blood at the corners of his mouth, stared at Long Fei, his face full of resentment, and said, "Don’t be proud; even if I’ve lost, you alone can’t save the world."

Before he finished speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Feng Qinghong hurriedly stopped him and bid farewell to Long Fei, saying, "Today is your big day; we won’t disturb you anymore. We will meet again another time."

The young men they brought, looking arrogant, only nodded at Long Fei before leaving with the two.

Wang Xun pounded the table in frustration, saying, "A bunch of cowardly mice dare to boast in our presence. If everyone were like them, the Human Race would have long been slaves to the Demon Race."

Liu Jiangnan advised him, "There’s no need to stoop to their level. By following Master, we’ll defeat the Demon Race sooner or later and slap them in the face."

Other generals shouted, "That’s right! With the Emperor and Brother Long around, we can definitely defeat the Demon Race."

"Exactly, time will prove us right."

"Evil cannot triumph over good; victory will certainly belong to us. We’ll slap Flame Emperor Palace hard in the face then!"

"..."

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, very angry at Lei Zongcheng’s audacity just now.

Even the Five Tiger Generals, who had ties with Flame Emperor Palace, also cursed Flame Emperor Palace harshly.

Long Fei drank his wine, very satisfied with everyone’s attitude.

At least their spines hadn’t been broken by the Demon Race.

In an inn within Southern Capital City, a servant prepared a wooden bucket, pouring hot water inside before leaving.

Feng Qinghong added some medicinal herbs inside, helping Lei Zongcheng to soak.

Lei Zongcheng still complained angrily, "Brother Feng, why didn’t you help me just now; now our Flame Emperor Palace’s reputation is ruined."

Feng Qinghong asked him, "Do you really think I could have stopped him if I made a move?"

"Why not? The two of us, old guys in the Mahayana Realm, can’t handle one kid newly entering the Mahayana Realm?"

Lei Zongcheng was full of dissatisfaction.

Feng Qinghong sat by the table, poured a cup of hot tea, took a sip, and said, "Haven’t you noticed? Though his cultivation isn’t high, his physique is extraordinary, beyond us."

"Physique?"

Lei Zongcheng furrowed his eyebrows, recalling the power in that wine cup, not sensing any spiritual power fluctuation from Long Fei, as if it came from nowhere.

He knew of body cultivators, but hadn’t seen such an advanced one.

In his mind, body cultivators were just muscle-bound, relying on strength alone.

The door opened, and the young man who had been with them entered.

He stood with hands behind his back, adopting the posture of a superior.

Lei Zongcheng and Feng Qinghong saluted him, saying, "Saint Heir!"

"Sorry, we messed things up!"

Lei Zongcheng showed guilt.

The young man’s voice was calm, "No need to be vexed, Elder Lei. I’ve seen everything. These people in Southern Capital City are ungrateful, thinking themselves capable. They luckily escaped a Demon Army attack this time, but will there be a next time? Soon, they’ll surely come seeking us."

"The Saint Heir is absolutely right!"

This perfectly matched Lei Zongcheng’s sentiments.

Feng Qinghong maintained a solemn expression, saying nothing, and addressed the young man, "Saint Heir, we’ve been out long enough. Shouldn’t we return to the Holy Land sooner to prevent the Saint Master from worrying?"

The Saint Heir stared at him, with a cold smile, saying, "Elder Feng, the Saint Master sent you to protect me on this experience, not to overstep your authority and interfere with my decisions, right?"

"I wouldn’t dare!"

Feng Qinghong immediately bowed with clenched fists.

The Saint Heir said, "I’ve heard that to the east of Southern Capital City lies the sea, where Long Fei’s legacy is. Now that he can’t leave Southern Capital City, let’s visit his lair and settle the account for injuring Elder Lei."

"That’s a splendid idea!"

Lei Zongcheng expressed agreement.

Feng Qinghong swallowed back his words, only bowing in acceptance.

The three only stayed in Southern Capital City for one night. The next day, when Lei Zongcheng’s bodily injuries healed, they immediately set out for the East Sea.

At present, Lin Yingying, Lin Shanshan, and Long Fei were all in Southern Capital City.

On Jade Island, Hua Qianmo held authority.

She was leading a team to clean up the ruins damaged by the Demon Race, preparing to rebuild the cultivation academy.

This time, Long Fei returned with plenty of excellent timber, some said to have been from the Heavenly Court Palace.

All the disciples were fervently busy, their hearts equally fired up.

After enduring for over a thousand years, they had finally reached the end.

Just then, three beams of light descended from the sky.

Ding Xue, who was in charge of the island’s safety, was the first to notice the situation.

The island was equipped with radar-like devices, alerting them when someone approached.

She sounded the island’s alarm, immediately leading the disciples outside, encircling the three beams of light as soon as they landed.

The Saint Heir and his companions were surprised by the island’s fast reaction.

Their spiritual power swept across, seeing these people only had cultivation levels of Void Insight Realm and even Integration Realm, relaxing them somewhat.

Hua Qianmo soon arrived with the disciples, examining the three people up and down, and sharply asked, "Who are you? Why have you trespassed on Jade Island?"

The Saint Heir’s eyes swept across everyone, especially the female cultivators present, his eyes gleaming slightly, inwardly noting that Long Fei had good taste, recruiting so many outstanding female cultivators.

These female cultivators, in terms of both aura and appearance, surpassed those of Flame Emperor Palace by a level.

He looked at Hua Qianmo with a teasing tone, "No need to worry, sister; we’re friends of your Sect Hierarch, passing by for a cup of tea on Jade Island."

Hua Qianmo exchanged glances with the others, unsure of his truthfulness.

Finding his attitude slightly frivolous, Hua Qianmo’s heart didn’t favor him and said, "Our Sect Hierarch isn’t here; please come back another day."

The Saint Heir chuckled, "In this vast world, this Saint Heir goes wherever he pleases. Not even your Sect Hierarch could stop me, let alone you."

"Insolence!"

Hua Qianmo exclaimed sharply, and her disciples instantly drew their longswords.

The True Immortal Sword’s aura shimmered, stirring the air around them.

Everyone understood clearly that these three weren’t friends—the young man in particular spoke disrespectfully and might not be friends with the Sect Hierarch.

The Saint Heir’s eyes swept over the disciples’ True Immortal Swords, equally surprised, and jealous, saying, "A bunch of ants on this small island dare wield True Immortal Swords; truly a waste of heavenly treasures."

He raised his hand, throwing a black alms bowl into the air.

The alms bowl emitted a mysterious light, enveloping the disciples’ magical weapons.

The light acted like a magnet, humming as it aggressively drew the disciples’ magical weapons into its grasp.