183 Undercurrent

Several elders looked at each other, their expressions different, but all revealed a hint of hesitation.

The seventh elder in red smiled grimly, his face twisting as he smiled: "So what if our reputation is ruined? Our Qingyun Sect is a legend on the Qingyun Continent. Those mortals are just like ants. What do we have to fear?"

After hearing what the Seventh Elder said, the other elders thought for a moment. Their concerns seemed to be dispelled by these inflammatory words, and they all nodded in agreement.

"Yes! We in the Qingyun Sect have mastered the supreme secret method of becoming an immortal. What else can those mortals do except tremble and bow to us?"

"In my opinion, we don't need to hide it anymore! Justice and morality are all illusory things! We might as well take this opportunity to put pressure on the three countries and ask them to pay tribute to us with more furnaces and tripods. This is the real benefit!"

"Our sacrificial ceremony was ruined by those three ignorant girls. It is a great shame for our Qingyun Sect! We must get back at Qifeng Nation! Why don't we just go all out and attack Qifeng Nation directly? What do you think?"

"I agree! The furnace and tripod tributed by Qifeng Country is far superior to those of the other two countries in terms of both qualification and appearance. Hahahahaha..."

"Hahahaha, look at how little you can do. But what you said does make sense!"

A playful smile flashed across the eyes of Sect Master Qin Yuan. He spoke slowly, his voice carrying unquestionable authority: "In that case, let's start with Qifeng Country!"

"We will also make the portraits of the three little girls public, so that the Qifeng Nation will know that their disasters were caused by their own people!"

"Okay! Let's do it!" The elders echoed in unison, and the atmosphere was warm and fanatical.

The Seventh Elder stroked his beard with a smile, his eyes flashing with an obscene light: "I heard that the eldest princess of Qifeng Kingdom has a spoiled personality. I am in need of such a plaything. Sect Master, you must help me!"

"Aren't the women in the backyard enough for you to torment? Be careful that you die in bed one day!" Qin Yuan joked.

"Hehe, Sect Master, you don't understand the fun of this." The Seventh Elder laughed even more perversely, "I just like these women of noble status and arrogant personalities. It's so satisfying to watch their pride being broken by me bit by bit, and them begging for a living in humiliation and servility under my crotch!"

Qin Yuan and the other elders all burst into laughter upon hearing this, and the entire conference hall was filled with a strange and evil atmosphere.

On the other side, Lu Yan and Lan Wushuang, who had already used the teleportation talisman to return to Chong'an Palace, were now sitting opposite each other, both of them with an unconcealable worry on their faces.

"Sister Wushuang, do you think the master can come back safely?" There was a tremor in Lu Yan's voice.

"The master is powerful and will definitely be able to escape from them." Although Lan Wushuang said this, the worry in his eyes did not diminish.

In the main courtyard, Fu Xuanyu was giving Zhufeng a serious instruction: "The city's guards must be strengthened. In addition, you must practice the physical training techniques that the princess gave you more diligently in the coming days!"

Zhu Feng nodded respectfully: "Don't worry, Your Majesty. We have been practicing hard day and night since we got the technique. Now more than a dozen brothers have broken through the third level, and three have even broken through the sixth level."

Upon hearing this, Fu Xuanyu nodded slightly, with a look of relief on his face.

At this time, Nanny Wang came in with a medicine bowl. She stepped forward and said softly, "Your Highness, it's time to take the medicine."

Fu Xuanyu nodded silently, took the bowl of medicine, drank it in one gulp, and handed the empty bowl back. His eyes became increasingly deep and silent, as if a heavy burden was pressing on his heart.

Nanny Wang looked at Fu Xuanyu's increasingly depressed look and could not help but lower her head and wipe away her tears: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the princess is blessed by heaven and will be fine. You don't have to push yourself so hard."

Fu Xuanyu forced a smile and said, "Thank you, Madam. I just want to do the job she asked me to do."

Nanny Wang wanted to say something, but she saw that Fu Xuanyu had already turned his wheelchair to the study, sat at the desk and began to write and draw, as if he wanted to devote all his thoughts to these matters.

At the same time, in the East Palace.

Fu Jingchuan held a note in his hand, with a cold smile on his lips.

He slowly raised the note and burned it over the candle flame. Looking at the dancing ashes, he muttered to himself, "The fun is about to begin! I want to see how this old man, my father, will handle it."

The servant at the side said with a worried look on his face: "Your Highness, the Qingyun Sect is targeting our Qifeng Country. Should we make plans early?"

Fu Jingchuan snorted coldly: "It's time to make plans early. The throne should have been occupied by someone else long ago!" There was a firm and cold light flashing in his eyes, as if he was ready to face the storm.

"Go, gather our people secretly, and when the time is right, it will be our turn."

The servant took the order and left, and undercurrents surged in the entire Phoenix City.

On the other hand, an envoy sent by Qingyun Sect sneaked into the capital and handed a tightly sealed letter to the palace guards.

The letter was written with sharp words, revealing provocation and threats to the imperial power between the lines.

Fu Ming unfolded the letter, his brows furrowed, and a hint of anger and anxiety flashed in his eyes. He immediately ordered: "Please ask Prince Chong'an and Princess Chong'an to come to the palace to meet the emperor immediately!"

The eunuch took the order and hurried out.

Fu Xuanyu took the order and boarded the carriage, which quickly led him into the palace.

He turned his wheelchair and slowly drove into the hall, bowed and said: "Your son pays homage to the emperor, long live the emperor."

"Okay, no need to be so polite!" Fu Ming waved his hand.

Fu Xuanyu then raised his head, looked at Fu Ming and asked, "I wonder why the emperor summoned me so urgently?"

Fu Ming threw the letter on the table and said coldly: "Look, Qingyun Sect dares to be so arrogant. I want to know your opinion."

Fu Xuanyu picked up the letter, quickly read it, and said solemnly: "Recently, many stories about Qingyun Sect's evil deeds have been circulated on the mainland. Now it seems that Qingyun Sect is not going to continue to pretend. I think that we cannot give in on this matter, otherwise our Qifeng Country will become a puppet of Qingyun Sect."

Fu Ming nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly thought of something. He looked at Fu Xuanyu and asked, "Why didn't Jiang Yun come? I also want to know what she thinks about this matter."

Fu Xuanyu said with a worried look on his face, "Father, Jiang Yun has been feeling unwell recently. I am afraid that her condition will be aggravated if she works hard in the palace, so I asked her to recuperate at home. As for this matter, if she were here, she would definitely agree with my opinion."

Fu Ming was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing the pros and cons: "Okay, you leave first, this matter needs to be considered in the long run. In addition, strengthen the guards of each city within the border, and if necessary, kill without mercy without reporting!"